Jiang Yinghe sat on the high platform, listening to the respectful and conceited exposition of the disciple below with a blank face. He slowly rubbed his fingertips, his gaze did not change at all due to the other party's words.
The person below is the proud son of heaven who survived countless big waves, and the senior brother beside him was very satisfied, and said in a low voice: "Xuan Wei, how about this?"
Hearing this, Jiang Yinghe turned his eyes and glanced lightly at the audience, but did not agree.
The originally respectful and conceited young man saw that he didn't say a word, and suddenly lost his original self-confidence, his expression changed again and again, but in the end he still didn't dare to say anything, and retreated unwillingly in frustration. But the eyes of the other candidates behind him lit up, eager to try.
It's not that he doesn't want to accept apprentices, but that this person's aptitude is not up to the standard - this standard is not Jiang Yinghe's standard, but is determined by the "A Jiang Master System" that traveled with him a thousand years ago. If he wants to go home, there are only two ways to go. One is to meet the conditions of the "A Jiang Master System" and teach three talented disciples who are famous all over the world.
Originally he thought that the first method would be easier, but after a thousand years, he was about to forget the appearance of the earth. He had cultivated immortals and killed a group of fellow disciples. The "Jinjiang Master System" still reminded him unshakably: insufficient qualifications, please Do not take it under the door.
The head of Penglai on the side looked helplessly at the disappointed and unwilling look on the talented disciple's face. He looked at Junior Brother Jiang's icy side face and sighed, "Next."
Another young talented man stood under the high platform confidently, talking about how much time he spent building the foundation and breaking through the soul stage... But Jiang Yinghe's expression on the stage remained unchanged, and he took a sip of tea slowly.
The tea soup is emerald and bright, it is Enshi Yulu raised by Lingquan irrigation, and it tastes sweet. Jiang Yinghe took a sip slowly, then raised his eyes and fell on the other party.
[Slightly outstanding, does not meet the entry requirements]
A sentence displayed by the system marked it, so he didn't need to investigate it himself. The requirements of the "Master Ajiang System" were unexpectedly high. For a thousand years, he hadn't seen a seed of immortality that could enter the vision of this system. .
Jiang Yinghe put down the teacup, and the celadon touched the table lightly, making a slightly muffled sound. He looked away, didn't give any extra attention, and said indifferently: "Insufficient qualifications."
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The young man who grew up in the praise of "genius" first heard the evaluation, and looked at him in disbelief, but he could only step back unwillingly, his eyes still closely following Immortal Xuanwei.
Everyone knows that he has not accepted apprentices for many years, so naturally they also know that they want to join his sect. It is estimated that the threshold will be very high. But two consecutive geniuses recognized by the world were ruthlessly rejected, and the people who laughed secretly at first began to panic.
As expected, none of the next few highly qualified disciples took this step. When they retreated from the high platform, Jiang Yinghe hadn't even finished drinking the cup of tea in his hand.
With one hand pressed against the wall of the lamp, his eyes fell on the froth that gathered and scattered inside, and he no longer had any hope for this selection.
The senior brother next to Jiang Yinghe still had a glimmer of expectation, and approached to remind him: "Junior Brother Jiang, the last child is the best in this batch, and his mother is Master Li Yue from Guanghan Palace."
Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes, turned his eyes away from the green and cold tea surface, and saw the young man in white salute to him, his eyes were full of extreme confidence, it seemed that he was more certain than those children before him.
"Xuanwei Immortal Lord, my name is Cheng Zihan. It took me only 27 years to successfully build the foundation. Now the bone age is less than 40 years old. I have already broken through the middle stage of foundation building. I have a firm heart towards the Tao. Please accept me as a disciple! "
There were whispers of exclamations and discussions from the audience.
"Twenty-seven years? So fast?"
"You don't even know him? His mother is the real person Liyue. There is a saying that Cheng Zihan leaves once in a hundred years!"
"It's amazing, this time, you must be able to worship under Xianjun's sect, right?"
The voice of discussion in the audience was suppressed very low, but with Jiang Yinghe's cultivation, he could still hear it clearly. He took a look at the other party, and when he saw the same "insufficient qualifications" on the other party, he was about to refuse.
But at this moment, the "Master A Jiang System" in his mind, which had been as stable as an old dog, rang suddenly, and an ear-splitting reminder sounded continuously, making the water in the porcelain cup in Jiang Yinghe's palm tremble a little. Shake slightly.
[Find the target! The evaluation qualification is excellent talent.]
Jiang Yinghe glanced over, fell silent for a moment, put down his teacup and got up.
He was charming enough when he was sitting quietly, but now he stood up, and when he stepped off the high platform, everyone's eyes were attracted by him, and countless people who were watching and looking forward became anxious.
The Penglai Sect recruits beginner disciples every ten years, and this is the first time in a thousand years that Immortal Xuanwei has kissed for a disciple.
Since stepping down from the honored seat, this is a unique honor for the junior monks in the cultivation world.
Everyone's jealous eyes then cast on Cheng Zihan, wishing that it was him standing there now.
The snow-white Taoist uniform on Jiang Yinghe's body fluttered with the breeze, and also brushed the ends of his long, jet-black hair, and the breeze lingered lingeringly around his hair.
The cold fragrance floats.
Cheng Zihan's heart was pounding, and there was a sense of fullness that was about to burst. The person in front of him is the only fairy in the Hollow Realm of the Penglai Sect today, and he is also the person that teenagers have dreamed about in the past thousand years. spiritual pillar.
Immortal Monarch Xuanwei, Jiang Yinghe. He put the name in his heart and savored it, waiting for the other party to say a word of agreement, a kind of extreme pride ran up Cheng Zihan's back, wrapped in a huge sense of satisfaction-they couldn't fall into the eyes of Xianjun , only I can.
Jiang Yinghe stopped in front of him, staring at him with cold starry eyes, and said in a calm tone, "Insufficient qualifications, step down."
The boy's restless heart suddenly stagnated, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be no longer flowing.
Everyone under the high platform was also shocked, and there was no sound for a moment.
"I... why," Cheng Zihan asked hoarsely, "why don't you want me? I..."
He couldn't finish his words.
Because Jiang Yinghe had already passed by him calmly, and the lingering fragrance of coldness dissipated, just as elusive as when he arrived. He walked to the edge of the high platform, facing the most edge corner of the audience, where the number of people watching the ceremony was the least.
Jiang Yinghe's eyes fell on the audience, and he carefully identified the evaluation given by the system on the young man in black in the corner. After confirming that it was the words "extremely talented", he said, "I don't want him... I want you."
His voice was as light as smoke, and there was a slight coldness like frost and snow, and the next sentence sounded unhurriedly.
"Are you willing to worship under my Xuanwei sect?"
Everyone looked over and saw that the person didn't seem to be in the stands, and then slowly raised their heads, revealing a deep and handsome face and a pair of blood-red eyes.
At this moment, the mentality of all the people watching the ceremony exploded—in the entire Penglai fairy gate, there was only one person with a pair of demonic red eyes, and that was Li Huanhan, the body of the demon who just entered not long ago.
The last body of the Heavenly Demon in this world was the Blood River Demon Lord thousands of years ago, only one step away from Hedao
. But if the body of the demon is used to cultivate Taoism, then there is no aptitude at all. It is estimated that Penglai sent him to prevent the possibility of another terrible demon cultivator appearing in the world, and lead him to the right path.
How could Xianjun choose him? How could such a person worship under Jiang Yinghe's sect! He is not worthy at all!
But Jiang Yinghe still stood calmly in the distance, as if waiting for the other party's answer, but before Li Huanhan could reply, the question from the other side suddenly rang out, expressing everyone's innermost feelings.
"He? He has the body of a demon? Jiang Xianjun, with all due respect, he is not worthy to be your disciple!" Cheng Zihan suddenly stepped forward, and said in an excited tone, "The fairy did not choose me but chose such a dross! The disciple has no choice Accept! The reason why I came to Penglai is your true biography. The reputation of Xianjun should not be tarnished on this kind of person, and the demon body should let him go directly... "
The words "Go to hell" could not be exported.
The viewing platform was silent again, so silent that a needle could be heard falling.
A snow-white ice sword floated in mid-air, and the biting edge of the sword pressed against Cheng Zihan's eyeballs. The extreme cold froze his eyelashes.
The murderous intent of a millennium sword cultivator, even if only for a moment, still makes people tremble and feel terrified.
"The person chosen by the deity," Jiang Yinghe raised his hand, and took the snow sword Wangchen in the air into his palm, and melted it into the void. His voice was like the light of a sword, short and cold, "There is no need for others to judge."
When the Wangchen Sword disappeared, the temperature of the entire viewing platform returned to normal, and Cheng Zihan was already limp and sat on the ground. The feeling that his life was hanging high was not something that a Foundation Establishment disciple who had never experienced a real fight could bear .
But Jiang Yinghe didn't give him another look, just turned around, and stretched out his hand to the young man in black under the high platform: "Come."
Those blood-red eyes looked at him for a moment, with a trace of hidden inquiry. Finally, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Li Huanhan leaped onto the viewing platform and stood in front of Jiang Yinghe, and even the entire Xiaoyao Peak sank into an extremely oppressive icy cold.
The cold fragrance lingered.
Jiang Yinghe's palm was covered with another person's fingers, carrying the warmth of another person that he rarely touched.
He looked at the pair of blood eyes that showed the body of the demon, and looked over, the eyes were dark and cold, and the voice was very low, but it rang out steadily.
"it is good."