With a frenzied look on his face, the village chief stood tremblingly beside the middle-aged man in Taoist robe. He didn't even dare to lift his head, and bent over to listen to the other side's words. When the other party finished speaking, he straightened his back and turned back to the people in the village: "What are you doing, just like the master said just now, let the child step forward to test the qualifications of becoming an immortal."
The villagers were a little overwhelmed, obviously these people did not appear often. At this time, the usual blind trust in the village chief is revealed. They lead the children to stand in a row at the door, and follow the instructions of the village chief to let the children walk into the compass one after another.
The little fat man was among them, wearing his best clothes. He pursed his lips, patrolling back and forth with snarky eyes, extending his fertile little hand from time to time and pulling the collar of his friend in front of him—before he could turn his head, he was slapped on the head by his mother, and then he settled down.
The person standing next to the compass, with a calm disdain hidden in his expression, raised his chin and motioned for the child to step onto the compass—
The first one is silent.
The second one is still silent.
…
After the fifth child still didn't respond, the villagers couldn't help whispering: "What's going on? Didn't it say that it will light up when it's good?"
"This shit is bad, isn't it?"
"I see it too, my baby is notoriously smart, and his peers in the town are not as dynamic as him! How can there be no response? Last time, I beat my donkey wildly, and I haven't been hoofed yet. Kick it, it's so clever." The commoner aunt proudly patted her chest with her big rough hand.
The other person looked envious when he heard the words, and even got closer to the village chief and asked in a low voice, "Village chief, what's going on here, isn't it a lie to us?"
The man in Taoist robe with good hearing next to the village chief: "..."
—These ignorant mortals!
He glanced at the villagers, and the invisible aura forced them to choose to shut up. The village chief also coughed lightly, and the scene became quiet again.
In the distance, Lin Zhizhi raised his eyebrows, and when he realized that those were the cultivators he was looking for, a surge of joy came to his heart. He thought for a while, then turned around and said to the young man who had been following him: "That's a spiritual root test, you should try it too."
Yaxuan nodded silently, as usual, and strode towards the entrance of the village with a basket of spirit beast chowder(?) on his back.
His appearance is not very handsome, but his facial features are handsome. It's just that when he walked towards a place with a blank face, his long legs took a step, and that momentum could push the adults back.
So when he moved smoothly and stood at the end of a line of children very naturally, the men in Taoist robes refused in their hearts.
-Accepting apprentices in the world of comprehension depends on aptitude, special physique, and age. Except for the extremely rare real late bloomers, they are generally limited to the age of the hair.
According to the views of these men, unless this guy has the aptitude against the sky and can punch the Dao Zun and kick the sea emperor's hot seed, it will be difficult to catch up with the monks of the same age.
The middle-aged man glanced at the village chief, who knew that the old man, who was still very good at flattering just now, did not scold the boy this time, but quietly looked away with a strange expression. The surrounding villagers are also the same, their faces are colorful and wonderful.
Even if the village chief wanted to please these immortals, they couldn't change their faces immediately in the face of Ya Xuan, who saved the whole village's life yesterday.
Not understanding the link, the middle-aged man closed his eyes slightly and put his hands on his cuffs, looking like he was in peace. He holds his own identity and is unwilling to speak to mortals in person.
After a while, the compass that had always been calm finally moved when a child stepped forward. The inner circle of the spell circled sideways, and a dim blue light lit up in the direction of Xuanwu.
This scene made Lin Zhizhi be sure that he was probably going to a different continent. At least in the Central Continent, with his knowledge, he had never seen such a magic tool for testing spiritual roots.
The little fat man held his cheeks innocently like a hamster, looked at the blue light and looked at the Taoist man in charge of the compass. The man lost the indifference on his face and gave the innocent and pitiful child in the middle of the compass an amiable look that was close to a smile—
Then the little fat man touched his stomach, turned his head and said to the old lady, "Mother! Can you kill the chicken in the backyard tonight and give me extra food??"
The woman agreed boldly: "Okay, my mother will cook you whatever you want!"
Daoist: "..."
The little fat man stepped off the compass and threw himself back into his mother's arms. The next child, full of enthusiasm, rushed forward in three and two steps, wanting to see the light reappear, and finally left in disappointment.
In the team of the whole village, a total of two children with spiritual roots appeared. When the children finished their test, Ya Xuan stood at the end, looking at the Taoist priest two by two.
The Taoist priest looked at him with an ant-like look, and looked at his whole body, but had no plans to let him go up at all: "You are too old to measure."
Ya Xuan replied stubbornly, "How old can you be to test?"
"In the year of your hair, as for you, I think you have already married, right?"
Ya Xuan's brows furrowed - this man's eyes were even more disgusting than those of the villagers before. If it was said that the villagers acted like that simply because of his background and ignorance, this person did not regard him as a species at all.
Just like a person, to see a nest of ants, is completely crushed and ignored.
This is the way cultivators treat mortals.
Lin Zhizhi, who was standing behind the village chief, rolled his eyes in his heart and interjected, "He's actually not very old, he just looks at the old man and hasn't tied his hair yet."
The Taoist was a little impatient at first, but when he saw the young master of the Lin family walking slowly to Yaxuan's side, his surprise disappeared in a flash.
Even in the picturesque and beautiful Central Continent, the black-haired boy is a well-deserved focus, not to mention against the backdrop of this rural village. Even though Lin Zhizhi's face did not show the respect that ordinary people should treat cultivators, the Taoist subconsciously softened his attitude: "If you are old enough, you can come forward to test it."
—Ya Xuan suddenly wanted to pull out his small machete to practice swordsmanship (… ).
The young wolf-like eyes stared at the Taoist for a moment, his lips moved to say something, but he finally swallowed. He walked into the compass under Lin Zhizhi's gaze, and then the inner circle rotated again. Only this time, the speed was more than ten times that of the previous ones.
The pointer on the compass stopped in the northwest direction, and it was in the middle of the blue dragon and the vermillion bird.
"Special physique!" The Taoist exclaimed, "You are the body of a sword drinker!"
This time, even the middle-aged man beside the village chief suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at Ya Xuan on the compass with short breaths—
The sword-drinking body can be called the best physique for practicing the Dao of the Sword. How arrogant is it? To make a metaphor, it is similar to Lin Zhizhi's talent in kendo, there is no one in ten thousand.
They just came to the village at the foot of the mountain to look for medicine boys, but they found an unexpected genius! This time, the eyes they looked at Ya Xuan completely changed, with welcome, joy, and a hint of obscurity to please.
"It's really a hero from ancient times," the Taoist couldn't wait to win him over, "If the junior brother enters our sect, he will be immediately promoted to the direct disciple of the head."
"With the talent of this junior brother, it is no problem to achieve foundation building..."
Several people came up in turn to promote relations and praise Yaxuan.
The boy's dark eyes jumped directly over them, looking at Lin Zhizhi who was outside the circle - the other party looked straight into his eyes and nodded to him to indicate that he agreed.
Ya Xuan, unusually, did not respond immediately. He became anxious almost subconsciously, made a random excuse to get rid of these people around him, came to the black-haired boy, and asked a little uneasy and pretended to calmly: "Are you going?"
"If I go with them, are you going to leave?"
Lin Zhizhi bathed in his gaze, and replied slowly, "No."
"Will you come with me?"
Lin Zhizhi said, "If you don't mind me being troublesome."
Ya Xuan slowly loosened his already clenched fist behind his back and smiled sincerely: "You are my master, and I will never trouble you in this life."
"... This is the 23rd time I've repeated it, we are not the deep relationship between master and apprentice," Lin Zhizhi had a headache at Ya Xuan's stubbornness, "and I noticed that your future sect brothers and sisters are with you. behind."
Ya Xuan grasped the point of his words: "It's not a master and a disciple, so what is our relationship?"
"It's purely a friendship that helps each other by the way." Lin Zhizhi said firmly.
Ya Xuan turned around noncommittally, came to the Taoist, and promised him to join the sect, only on the condition that he would bring Lin Zhizhi - the Taoist was a little surprised at the time: "Who is he? The sect rules, you can't bring people casually. "
The young man didn't think about it, as if the conversation with Lin Zhizhi had never happened, he would answer bluntly: "He is my teacher—"
Lin Zhizhi interrupted him and curled the corners of his lips: "I am the servant he grew up with, and I have been inseparable from the young master since childhood."
The young master of the Lin family knows the rules of these sects best. To find an excuse to go in with the disciples, the master-servant relationship is the strongest.
The stiff Yaxuan took a long time to agree vaguely: "...En."
The Taoist's complexion changed wonderfully, and he didn't know what meaning he felt from the "Master" - although he felt that of the two people, Lin Zhizhi was more like the master, both in terms of appearance and treatment.
This idea was even more vividly displayed on the journey back to the sect.
"Our Biyun Sect is the largest sect around here. Although it is not as good as the Twelve Heavenly Cloud Sects, there are still some. Every year, there are disciples who are qualified to go to the Holy Sect to communicate. This is a great honor."
For example, when he described the strength of his sect with great ambition to these newly recruited disciples, he always felt that the eyes of this over-the-top young man did not have the kind of respect that mortals should have for cultivators.
If he took a closer look, he would find that there was no one in this person's eyes.
Although the black-haired boy sat lazily on the side the whole time, his appearance was deceptive enough to cause people to mistake him for being cautious and uncomfortable, but he didn't care. Even facing Ya Xuan, there was no emotional fluctuation. This guy wants to make people remember him like this.
When he looks at you and doesn't care about you, it will make you think that letting those beautiful black eyes reflect your own figure may be the most fulfilling thing in the world.
Lin Zhizhi listened to the other party's whole process, and only interjected at the end to introduce a few characteristics of this continent - as Yaxuan's servant (?), he couldn't directly ask "what continent is this", it was too eye-catching . With his current state of complete loss of spiritual power, if someone is malicious, then he will become the most unlucky chief disciple of Luoxian Sword Sect ever to die - he pretended to be puzzled and curiously said: "Our sect is so powerful? Just now I heard you say the Dao of the Blade to the young master, are you good at Dao of the Blade?"
Yaxuan swears that he hasn't experienced what it feels like to be "terrified" for a long time - but every time Lin Zhizhi said "young master", he would always tremble three times...
Daoist - he introduced himself as "Hong Ying" and wanted to please the amazingly talented Ya Xuan. Seeing that he had no objection, he answered him with a pleasant face: "No, what our sect is best at is refining medicine - but the Dao of the Blade is absolutely Not bad!"
Lin Zhizhi returned him a very light and fleeting smile.
This smile made the little fat man sitting across from him blushed abruptly, and he remembered the scene where he vowed to marry a beautiful daughter-in-law - well, if you want to find a lady in the future, you must find someone as good-looking as this brother!
Within half an hour of flying on the back of the bird, the so-called Biyun Sect appeared in front of them. Huge squares and mountain peaks, green and lush trees and vegetation cover most of the area, and the spiritual energy is abundant - in Lin Zhizhi's eyes, this is a very qualified small and medium-sized sect.
Hong Ying jumped off the bird and let the bird put away its wings and walked into the spirit beast garden on its own with two thin legs. At the same time, he greeted a few newcomers to put their luggage into the accommodation first.
This is a row of promenades, obviously a bit worn.
Hong Ying explained embarrassingly: "The sect has not been very peaceful recently. You can take it easy first. The original residence was razed to the ground."
The little fat man asked curiously, "What's the matter? Someone can't find fault?"
"It's not that they came to our sect specifically. The twelve sects of Tianyun have been turned upside down! It's not a matter of being sealed, I'll tell you. That's right, there is a big devil in purple clothes, it is said that he has He reached the peak of his cultivation in the human world, and he came out of nowhere. As soon as he came out, he ransacked a medium-sized sect! It is said that another senior of the god-transforming period could not stop him, so he went to Looking for trouble with the Twelve Tianyun Sect, he was not caught. He threatened to read all the herbal books of the sect! This is the treasure of the alchemist! You should be careful in the future, don't get caught by him! He is cruel Yes!" Hong Ying explained in detail and with claws.
Little Fatty: "Ha, so awesome!"
Lin Zhizhi: "… Ah."
- This description, why is it so like a person he knows...
Lin Zhizhi: "… ah!!"
-Key words: Ziyi, the devil, looking for medicine... Isn't that the master who traveled thousands of miles to Yuntian to find the antidote for his constitution after he failed? !
The young master of the Lin family, also known as the only disciple of Xuanhua, the devil of the world, already knew exactly where he was.
- Master! My dear Dao Zun! You really deserve to be my master! No matter where you go, it's so domineering and mighty! !
Lin Zhizhi has a deep sense of guilt and admiration, respectively from "so troublesome Master" and "Master deserves the name of Taoist".
Then he found two problems. First, he was saved, as long as he could contact Master. Second, he must not disclose his relationship with the master, otherwise he will definitely be cut off by these angry sects.
The witty Lin Zhizhi quickly thought of a solution.
There is an old saying - if I can't go to the master, then let the master come to me.
For this alone, he also wants to make the name "Lin Zhizhi" so loud here!