The wind was howling outside, and except for Lingling and Sun Jiubei, the other three were shivering in different ways.
I have lived here for some time, but the wind outside is still unbearable.
call.
Inside the hall, a wisp of yellow wind swirled around, forming a human shape.
That is Song Yin.
He appeared in the hall, his eyes straight, and walked slowly towards the golden flesh-and-blood statue. He picked up three incense sticks, and with a flick of his finger, the incense heads lit up. Then he bowed respectfully and inserted the incense into the incense burner before walking out of the hall.
"Greetings, Senior Brother!" Several people bowed and said in unison.
Song Yin waved his hand, motioning them to stand up, and said: "Today is the day for the sect's selection, so I specially invite all of you fellow disciples to watch together, to contribute to our Golden Immortal Sect and add strength, so that we can better practice the righteous path!"
"Brother, how should we set the admission threshold? I heard in the city that everyone can join, regardless of gender, age or status?"
Zhang Feixuan asked: "Can anyone who has the aptitude to practice be qualified?"
The news of this sect being selected has been around for some time, and everyone in Baishou City knows about it and has been waiting for this day.
But they still don't know what means Song Yin will use to recruit them. They can't just say that they will recruit anyone who has the qualifications to practice. Thanks to Pude, there are many perfect people in Baishou City.
Regardless of one's aptitude, as long as one is a perfect person, one can essentially practice.
This was confirmed by my senior brother himself!
Song Yin sighed: "Brother, I don't have the ability to make the mortals who have been absorbed have the qualifications to practice. I can only temporarily admit mortals with qualifications."
That’s not what I’m talking about!
You mean you want to collect even the leftovers
Zhang Feixuan pursed his lips and forced a smile, "Brother, you are very generous, but are you going to admit everyone?"
"That's not the case."
Song Yin shook his head and said, "In our Jinxian Sect, we teach everyone. We don't value aptitude, we only value character. If someone has a bad character, I won't accept him even if he has extraordinary talent. If someone has a good character, even if he is old enough to be buried in the ground, I will find a way to pull him out of the ground!"
"Qualification is not a problem, character is what is important, otherwise it will only teach an evil way. Master founded the Golden Immortal Sect with great care, and I cannot possibly destroy his hard work. Therefore, this time, the entrance will be tested by the Heavenly Stage, and your character will be used as a reference. Those who can reach the outer gate can enter!"
"Only in this way can the disciples who enter the sect be the same as you and me, and practice the righteous way for the sect!"
"Brother, you are right, brother, you are right, brother, you are right!"
Zhang Feixuan agreed desperately, but when he heard the end, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
"Brother, you said to use our character as a reference?" Zhang Feixuan raised his head and opened his mouth slightly, "How do you refer to it?"
Song Yin had a smug smile in his eyes: "When I decided to select the disciples for the sect, I was thinking about this question, how to get the most suitable disciples for my Golden Immortal Sect. Taking me as an example, it is definitely unrealistic, so I can only take you as an example. The character of the junior brothers is recognized by the master. They are able to stick to the right path in the hardship of Xumi Meridian, and they are good!"
"But the mind and character cannot be recorded as a reference, otherwise it will become a puppet. So I thought about it and decided to create an illusion trial. I will use my magical power to pull your spiritual hearts, use you as a template, and become the leader to form the magical power of this test. By then, those who can survive the illusion trial without retreating will be my Golden Immortal Sect disciples!"
At this point, Song Yin's smile deepened: "As long as there are a few more people like you, my Golden Immortal Sect will prosper!"
"ah"
Zhang Feixuan wanted to say something, but looking into Song Yin's eyes, he didn't dare to speak for a moment.
Use them as a template
Is this template authentic
There is no need to say much about the junior brothers below, each one is more cunning than the other. The senior brother likes them because he is too powerful, stands too high and sees too far.
But they are close, they have been close for more than ten or twenty years, no matter how little they pay attention, they know something about who is following them.
"Let's not talk about you, just talk about Junior Brother Wang Hu. He has performed well recently. He was fearless and brave when he was eradicating the evil forces in Xumi Meridian. He was the first to rescue mortals. He is truly a hero!" Song Yin said with a smile.
Wang Hu
"Brother, is he a hero? Ah, yes, that's right, he is a hero." Zhang Feixuan pursed his lips and forced a smile.
The Wang Hu who has risen to prominence recently is indeed a hero. Before he joined the sect, he was a bandit hero!
What? What kind of hero is Jian Jie Da Xia
bandit!
"And there is Junior Brother Zhou Zhoufang. He is extremely quick and responsive. When he was trying to wipe out the evil sect, he went deep into the evil sect's mountain gate alone. He is quick-witted, brave and courageous, and he is also very honest. He can be called a gentleman." Song Yin laughed again.
Oh, they know this guy.
He is truly a gentleman. He was a thief before he entered the company.
What? What kind of gentleman is the gentleman on the beam
Thief!
How many good people can there be among the inner disciples nowadays
The worst ones who get into the business are those who steal and do bad things. How can one survive in this corrupt world if he is not smart and does bad things
And themselves.
"Let's talk about you. You, Zhang Feixuan, are suave and charming, a convincing man, a handsome young man in this world, born with charm, kind-hearted and helpful. What a good person." Song Yin's eyes were filled with pride.
Zhang Feixuan took a deep breath, resisting the dizziness in his head. In the shivering cold wind, he opened his folding fan and fanned himself, pretending to be calm:
"Well, that's who I am."
My senior brother is praising him, so I have to acknowledge him.
Wang Qi was standing aside with a frown on his face.
A pervert who makes a living by selling his face.
"And you, Wang Qizhen, when you meet hungry people outside, you can feed them with any ingredients at hand. You are chivalrous and heroic, and have the spirit of a great general!" Song Yin praised.
Wang Qizheng grinned, "Brother, that's right! I am just that kind of person!"
Zhang Feixuan rolled his eyes.
A butcher and a robber.
"Fourth Junior Brother, Gao Sishu, uses poison to fight poison. He has learned all the poison theories in the world so that people no longer suffer from poisoning. He also often explores ancient secrets and searches for ancient ways. He is a studious person!" Song Yin smiled at Gao Sishu.
Gao Sishu hesitated for a while before he said, "That's right."
This time, it was Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizhen who showed disdain together.
An old scoundrel, a tomb robber, and sometimes a moonlighting counterfeiter.
"Junior sister, you have a kind and righteous heart. Even though you are surrounded by resentment, you still use your body to gather resentment and adjust the minds of mortals. This is very kind!" Song Yin said with a smile.
"Hahaha, hahahaha!" Lingling was going crazy.
I don't know whether this person is a good person or not, but he is a very crazy person.
"Junior brother! You have the talent of an immortal, are sincere and brave, have a spiritual eye that can see the myriad worlds, and have a righteous heart. You are the model of our generation!" Song Yin was most satisfied with Sun Jiubei.
"I, I'm not that good." Sun Jiubei scratched his head embarrassedly.
This is a quite normal person, but he is only a minor immortal. People in the sect nicknamed him "Little Song Yin". He is the number one general under the eldest senior brother, but his strength is not in his character, but in his aptitude!
In terms of character, he is just an ordinary person!
Not even as good as them!
"Brother, stop praising me. If you continue to praise me,
Zhang Feixuan was smiling at first, but his face twisted halfway through his words.
If you keep praising me, the Golden Immortal Sect will collapse!
If the sect really follows what his senior brother wants and recruits disciples according to their personalities, he doesn't know whether it will prosper or not, but if there are a few more of them like them, the Golden Immortal Sect will probably be finished!
They will finish themselves too!
Thinking of this, Zhang Feixuan felt hot all over his body, and he felt that he would be burned to death by his senior brother in the next breath!
"Brother, this..."
Zhang Feixuan's eyes swirled around, and just as he was thinking about how to dissuade him, he saw Song Yin waving his sleeves and saying, "Let's get started!"
“Senior Brother! Senior Brother!”
Zhang Feixuan's voice was about to become distorted, but he could only watch as a wisp of yellow wind floated out from his sleeves and slowly flew down along the heavenly steps.
At the same time, Song Yin waved his finger and a round mirror appeared in front of them.
"Now, you can watch." Song Yin said with a smile.
Wang Qizhen collapsed all over and simply sat on the ground, while Zhang Feixuan's face turned pale and his whole body was shaking.
Gao Sishu pursed his lips, looking at the edge of the square that was thousands of feet above the ground nearby, and suddenly he felt an urge to jump down.
Wouldn't it be more comfortable to die now
Brother, I suddenly miss you.
…
At the Fulong Pass, in front of the staircase leading down from the city gate, there was a dense crowd of people, young and old, parents and children, all talking and making a lot of noise.
In front of them stood a group of soldiers. They were wearing the same uniform and a red cape, holding muskets in their hands. They stood straight like a wall, blocking the people in front.
These people are the city defense troops under the recently established Golden Immortal Sect. There are about a hundred of them, and most of them are familiar faces.
They are composed of all mortals who were protected by the Golden Immortal Sect when they were in the Xumi Meridian.
Although Yao Ningqing's method of making muskets is good, resources are limited and there are not many craftsmen. It is considered good if he can make a musket in a few days. However, the power of this musket is so great that even a third-level craftsman will suffer heavy losses if he is not careful.
Su Yougen did not dare to give such a powerful weapon to those he recruited easily. It happened that most of the mortals at the foot of the mountain had participated in the conscription, so he gave them the muskets. With Su Yougen as the leader, they established an army to guard the Golden Immortal Gate and stationed there with Fulong Pass as their base camp.
This time, they were responsible for maintaining order and preventing these people from causing chaos.
"Everyone line up, line up!"
Su Yougen shouted loudly in the front: "Don't be chaotic, don't gather in a group, this place is big, you should stand in ten rows, don't be anxious, come one by one, the master said that for the sect to be selected, no matter men, women, young or old, anyone with qualifications can participate, and it will be your turn, so line up now, if you gather in a group randomly, you are embarrassing Baishoucheng and Jinxianmen!"
He was extremely anxious.
It's only the first day and these people are already so chaotic. What will I do if the master sees this
The master handed over Bai Shoucheng to him, but it turned out to be like this. It's really heartbreaking!
However, as a prefect, and a prefect with the support of the Golden Immortal Sect, his words were still useful. One by one, the people split into teams and formed ten rows.
call!
At this moment, a wisp of yellow wind floated down from the steps, blew towards Su Yougen, then swirled and flew towards the sky.
Su Yougen's eyes lit up, and he shouted, "After climbing this heavenly staircase and withstanding the test, as long as you can reach the first mountain gate, you will be a disciple of the Golden Immortal Sect! You will be the junior brother of the master! Now, the sect is selected, and the assessment begins!"