In the past month, almost all the named disciples have known Wang Lin, and they all showed a superior expression and a vicious sarcasm when they saw him.
Wang Lin ignored this. He knew that these named disciples were twisted and perverted in their hearts. When he did not come, these people were at the bottom of the sect, and the suffering they endured could not be vented. Now he has come and entered the sect by suicide. His status is undoubtedly lower than that of a named disciple, so he has become a target for everyone to bully.
He sneered in his heart, knowing that this kind of thing could not be solved by resistance. The strong in the sect were respected. Those named disciples who had started earlier than him were very strong, and even learned some simple fairy techniques. If you resist, he must be the one who suffers.
But Wang Lin is not that kind of soft persimmon character, he keeps all the sarcasm in his heart, and waits for the increase in strength to return one by one.
With this thought, he is like a blind and deaf man. No matter what others say, he still goes his own way. Apart from carrying water every day, he secretly studies mysterious beads.
He tried to soak the beads, spring water, dew, sweat, and even blood with various liquids, and finally found that the dew had the best effect.
However, dew is also distinguished. The dew that appears on the stone beads in the morning has the best effect, and the dew at night is the second best. If the beads are soaked with dew from other objects, the effect is even worse.
By analogy, it is spring water, the least effective is blood and sweat, almost no effect at all.
In order not to attract people's attention, he specially found a few wild gourds in the mountains, took out all the seeds inside, and used them to hold different dews.
He didn't bring these gourds with him, but found a remote place, buried deep in the ground in different locations, and never took them back to the martial arts except for taking them out during daily collection.
What I carry with me is a gourd filled with spring water. I drink a few sips when I am tired and I immediately refresh myself.
In addition, Wang Lin also discovered a strange phenomenon, that is, whenever dew appears on the stone beads at night or early in the morning, the surface of the beads often seems to be water drops, but when actually collected, there will be more than half of the dew inexplicable. Disappeared, leaving less than one-tenth at most.
Regarding this strange phenomenon, Wang Lin can only conclude that the dew has been absorbed by the beads. Although this explanation is a bit absurd, Wang Lin can't think of any other answer besides this.
In the evening of that day, Wang Lin filled the remaining three tanks of water and said to the yellow-clothed youth who was meditating and cultivating: "Brother Liu, I have to go home. Tomorrow will not be here."
The young man surnamed Liu rolled his eyes, glanced at Wang Lin, and said "Um" in his nose.
Wang Lin didn’t care either. He learned from Zhang Hu that a named disciple can have three opportunities to go home to visit relatives every year. symbol.
Wang Lin remembered his father's birthday was approaching, and he had to go back whenever he said, so after leaving the chores, he walked to the elder who was in charge of naming the disciples.
The Hengyue faction is divided into five deputies, one regular and six courtyards. Most of the inner disciples and elders live in the main courtyard. He usually carries water. He also looked at this place from a distance. His heart was full of envy. After he came here this time, he looked carefully and said loudly while standing outside the main courtyard. : "Named disciple Wang Lin, please see Elder Sun."
A young man in white clothes walked out of the main courtyard swayingly, glanced at Wang Lin, and said proudly, "Are you Wang Lin?"
Seeing the other party wearing white clothes, Wang Lin nodded inwardly.
He now knows that all the disciples of the Hengyue Sect divide the color of their clothes according to their ranks. The registered disciples are divided into gray clothes and yellow clothes, among which the yellow clothes representatives have obtained the qualifications to practice the immortal law. The inner disciples are divided into four types: purple, black, white, and red according to their strengths, from high to low.
The white-clothed youth twitched his mouth, glanced coldly at Wang Lin, turned and walked into the courtyard, Wang Lin's expressionless face, pacing to keep up.
Walking in the main courtyard, it was not long. He was taken to a garden with flowers and plants. The white-clothed youth said lazily: "Uncle Sun, a named disciple is coming to you."
After speaking, he stood aside casually.
An old voice came from the garden: "Go down, and the named disciple will come in."
Bai Yiqing laughed and retired.
Wang Lin was very nervous. He opened the door of the garden. As soon as he walked in, a strong medicinal scent rushed over his face. Wang Lin was taken aback and looked back at the door of the garden. Outside, I didn't smell the fragrance of medicine at all.
"Why are you staying there, why don't you give your name?" The voice showed dissatisfaction and came from the room in the corner of the garden.
Wang Lin hurriedly said respectfully: "Disciple Wang Lin, pay homage to Elder Sun, my father wants to go home for my father's birthday tomorrow."
"Your name is Wang Lin? So it's you, huh, the immortal cultivator pays attention to cutting off the mortal dust, you care about the world so much, don't want to step into the immortal gate all your life!" the old voice reprimanded.
Wang Lin frowned and couldn't help saying: "How can I be considered a cultivator if my disciple hasn't learned any immortal techniques?"
The other party was silent for a while, and after a long time he said impatiently: "The deadline is three days, go and return quickly. This is a thousand li talisman that can be used twice. Sticking to your legs can increase your speed." After that, one seemed dull. The strange yellow paper floated out from the window of the room, and gently landed at Wang Lin's feet.
Wang Lin picked it up and put it in his arms. He knew from Zhang Hu that all the registered disciples who went out to visit relatives would receive such fairy tokens. The purpose of the Hengyue school was very simple. Through these disciples who went home to visit relatives, they would show it. Immortal family spells, attract more children to come for the introductory test.
In fact, this fairy talisman is very inferior. The only advantage is that it is easy to use. You can use it every time you put it on your leg. For mortals, speed can be increased.
However, many of the inner disciples are keen to accumulate. It is said that they can be used to exchange for something at the outside trade fair. These named disciples are more like a treasure one by one, and some are reluctant to use it under the pretext of visiting relatives. Accumulated a lot.
Walking out of the main courtyard, Wang Lin pondered a little, walked towards the residence, packed his luggage in the room, said goodbye to Zhang Hu, and he went down the mountain.
At this time, the sky was shining brightly, and Wang Lin had planned to leave tomorrow, but he couldn't figure out the speed of using the fairy talisman. He was afraid that it would delay his father's birthday, so he planned to rush on the road overnight.
Soon after Wang Lin left, the elder Sun in the courtyard opened the door and was about to collect some herbs. He suddenly looked dazed and stared at the location near the garden door. The few blue line grasses planted there were all withered.