Now Zong Ci was hindered by his cultivation, and he did not use his full strength in yesterday's sword strike, so others might not understand his method. But if he and Xuan Ji were to compete in swordplay, the difference would be obvious.
Just like a person at the foot of a mountain staring at the top of the mountain, but not being able to see the scenery at the top of the mountain. Summer insects talking about ice are naturally different.
so-
Rejected. Just kidding, of course I would reject it.
Not to mention Zong Ci's achievements in his previous life, just based on Jian and his status as a junior, it would be impossible for him to worship Xuan Ji as his master.
Zong Ci is a serious cultivator who has achieved immortality. He can be Xuan Ji's master, but why would he want to be his disciple? Do you really think he has no respect for others
So the black-robed young man bowed and politely declined, "Sorry, I don't have any intention of becoming your disciple for the time being."
The disciples who were secretly watching suddenly burst into an even louder commotion than before, and were all in an uproar.
Who is Xuanji Sword Immortal? He is the most talented person in the cultivation world today. He is a legendary existence who has advanced to the stage of transformation of spirit in 900 years. Given time, it is not impossible for him to pass the tribulation and ascend to heaven. What a golden thigh!
What's more, after Xuanji Sword Immortal entered the Spirit Severing Stage, he secluded himself for decades. After coming out, he directly took over the position of the Master of Jianfeng Peak. He lived a secluded life and rarely went out. He never accepted any disciples during this period.
If Zong Ci agreed, he would directly become the eldest senior brother of Jianfeng Sect and be promoted to the core disciples of Taiyan Sect, and his status would be incomparable to his current status.
Everyone was envious, but he just rejected it without hesitation? People do things?
Everyone looked at the young man in black in disbelief, their eyes filled with grief and sorrow.
Even Xuanji Sword Immortal frowned, "Reason."
Still need a reason
Zong Ci felt helpless and could only say, "My body and bones are too weak, so it's hard for me to make any progress in cultivation."
Poor bones
The next moment, Zong Ci felt his wrist being touched by cold fingertips in the air, like a dragonfly touching the water, but the fingertips were quickly withdrawn after a moment.
At the same time, the sword immortal opposite had his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
People who practice Taoism all have some medical skills. Xuan Ji just took a rough look and found that the health of the young man in black clothes in front of him was indeed in an unbelievable state.
To say that it's bad is an understatement. If someone with this kind of physique were placed in the mortal world, he would probably be a sickly person hanging on the bed, having difficulty even breathing.
If he had not really investigated it, he would not have even imagined that someone with such a physique could embark on the path of cultivation.
Besides, this is a weak bone structure, not any other disease. If you want to reverse it, you can only recuperate slowly, which will cost you a lot of rare materials.
However, Xuan Ji has never been the kind of person who gives up when encountering problems. On the contrary, he is the typical stubborn person who will not give up until he hits the wall.
"Just become my disciple, and I will take care of your health issues."
The swordsman pondered for a moment, then looked up again, with no trace of a joke in his dark eyes.
Zong Ci was speechless for a moment.
Of course he knows his own body very well.
This body was dragged down by his broken soul. It looked golden on the outside, but in fact it was already tattered on the inside.
If Zong Ci cannot find an effective way to repair his soul within three years, his body will collapse directly.
If the body collapses and the soul cannot be fully repaired, then Zongci can't even be a wandering ghost. An incomplete soul cannot enter reincarnation and can only dissipate between heaven and earth, ushering in true death.
Although this life is a lucky one, who doesn't want to live
During the half year that Zong Ci was in the outer sect, he also kept an eye out for materials that could repair the soul.
Herbs that can repair the soul are extremely rare, not to mention the pills made from herbs, which are at least of earth quality and above, and can be encountered but not sought after.
If this matter had happened in Zong Ci's previous life, it would have been a piece of cake.
When Lingyun Sword Master needed something, even if he just said a word, someone would rush to hand him a pillow. But Zong Ci was just an unknown Qi Refining Stage in his life, how could he find those natural treasures
But now someone actually came forward to take him in as a disciple, and even said that he would help him to recuperate, with an appearance that he had made up his mind. Zong Ci actually didn't know what to do.
Things change when times change, and when things change, be prepared for change. A good death is worse than a bad life. If Zong Ci didn't have that kind of pride, he might have knelt down to serve a cup of tea just to survive.
Unfortunately, he was Lingyun Sword Master. The Lingyun Sword Master who would rather die than surrender, and would rather kill himself than live in disgrace; the Lingyun Sword Master with a proud and uncontrollable temper. If he had to do whatever it took to survive and become a disciple again, he would definitely not want to do that.
After a long while, Zong Ci made a fist with one hand, coughed twice, and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you for your kindness, I am overwhelmed. I am afraid that I cannot meet your expectations, so you should find someone else."
After being rejected twice in a row, this was not due to objective reasons, but because I really didn't want to be his disciple.
Even the Sword Immortal was a little confused at this moment.
In his opinion, the reason Zongci just gave was not a reason at all. Since he knew that his health was poor, why did he embark on the path of cultivation
Practicing Taoism is to go against the will of heaven. If his reason is valid, isn't it a contradiction
Xuan Ji's thin lips moved, as if he wanted to get to the bottom of the matter, but after seeing the sickly look in the eyes of the black-clothed young man, he frowned imperceptibly and stopped talking.
"Take good care of yourself."
After saying this, the swordsman did not give Zong Ci any chance to reply. Under the admiring gazes of the crowd, he turned into a stream of light and left, leaving behind a group of irrelevant people staring at each other in bewilderment.
After leaving, Xuan Ji did not return directly to Jianfeng, but went to the logistics hall of Taiyan Sect, and ordered the trembling eldest disciple to prepare some rare medicinal materials stored in Jianfeng and send them to the outer sect, and specifically asked for instructions for use to be attached.
"Yes, Peak Master."
The eldest disciple turned around and began to order his disciples to fetch medicine from the cold storehouse. The originally noisy hall seemed to have been muted because of the arrival of Xuan Ji Sword Immortal, and you could hear a pin drop.
After the white-robed swordsman who seldom appeared from the sword peak disappeared behind the palace gate, the disciples in the palace heaved a long sigh of relief and gradually returned to their former liveliness.
Although he was rejected twice, Xuan Ji did not feel unhappy at all, and even had a little more appreciation.
As for a sword cultivator, if you don’t have a bit of stubbornness, you would be embarrassed to call yourself a sword cultivator.
In the face of such a great opportunity, he was neither humble nor arrogant, neither conceited nor boastful, and his calmness made Xuan Ji look at him sideways.
If he can solve his physical problems, he will definitely be a great man in the future.
Moreover, after returning to Lingguang Palace yesterday, Xuanji directly asked the headmaster to reserve this last disciple, thus effectively preventing other peak masters from intervening and competing with him for the person.
Xuan Ji was obsessed with swordsmanship, and his vision was very high. This was why he had not accepted any disciples. Now he was finally planning to start a school and accept disciples. Even if the first disciple was to be the last disciple, it would be a great thing.
Taoist Qingyun agreed immediately and told the leaders of each peak not to think about the reserved good seedling.
Kendo emphasizes the word "fate". The sword intentions can sense and resonate with each other.
Yesterday, Xuan Ji saw the young man in black clothes drawing his sword in the square. For some reason, that figure gradually merged with a figure that was already blurry in his mind.
But the figure in his memory had died and disappeared thousands of years ago.
The sword immortal lowered his head and gently stroked the hilt of Liuyun Sword. His slender fingertips swept across the sword tassel tied with silver threads, and his eyes, which had always been as deep as a cold pond, also began to ripple.
This sword was originally an ordinary spiritual weapon. Even though it had been repeatedly melted in Xuan Ji's hands over the years and countless precious refining materials had been added, it was now just a magic weapon.
Considering the identity of Xuanji Sword Immortal, it is really too shabby for him to wear a low-grade magic weapon.
It's not like no one has gifted him a sword over the years. For example, his master, the former head of Jianfeng Peak, gave him a good sword that was only one step away from being an immortal weapon when he was leaving school. If he used his spiritual power to nurture it, it was possible to nurture it into an immortal weapon.
But Xuanji had never used those so-called good swords. In his eyes, there was only one truly good sword.
That was the Liuyun Sword that the man touched his head and handed to him.
Even for a cultivator who often secludes himself for more than ten years, a thousand years is an extremely long time.
He could not quite remember the hardships he had endured in this world, but he still clearly remembered the colorful lights in the dark night a thousand years ago, and the man's smiling eyes as he lowered his head.
The man's head was shining with starlight, his black hair fluttered without wind, and the white clothes embroidered with flying cloud patterns made his figure even more elegant and upright.