098 was frightened: "Host, the hero sees you!"
"Well, I saw him too." Ling Chunan replied.
098 suddenly didn't know what to say. It meant to let Ling Chunan run away, but apparently Ling Chunan didn't mean to dodge, and even smiled at Yun Zehan.
Yun Zehan obviously noticed the child not far away. Seeing him smiling at him, he nodded subconsciously as a greeting, and then turned his attention to the girl who had run to him, and then looked over to find that he had already gone.
"Ahan, what are you looking at?"
The girl's energetic voice pulled Yun Zehan's thoughts back, and he shook his head, "It's nothing, has the inn settled? Let's go."
"Host, the male protagonist didn't recognize you just now?" 098 sighed.
Ling Chunan smiled, "It seems yes, I'm really lucky."
098: "..." It doesn't believe it.
"Really." Ling Chunan said, "Looks like I guessed right."
"What?" 098 was curious.
"It was mentioned in the original text that Yun Ze was disfigured when he was taken back to Yun's house in his previous life, but Yun Zehan asked a doctor to heal his face." Ling Chunan analyzed 098 happily, "However, the male protagonist was reborn. Later, he did not recognize Yun Zejing, but relied on the jade pendant to recognize him."
"You mean, his appearance is different in two lives!" 098 reacted instantly. Cultivation, especially magic cultivator, can easily change a person's appearance.
"098, your guess is wrong," Ling Chunan smiled, "It should be different before and after the disfigurement. You forgot the importance of the male protagonist in the plot. After he was born, he went down the mountain to experience and heard that there was an auction house auctioning Alien Pill's performance. Kind of weird."
098: "..." Even if it remembers it, where did you expect to get so much? What's more, it has to be analyzed in connection with so much information. It is just an ordinary auxiliary system.
After that, Ling Chunan didn't talk to 098 any more, and he entered the next street without any hassle. This street was equally noisy, but the things sold were exceptionally fresh, and there were always cultivators coming and going.
"Beihai Lingzhang Yaodan, a must-have for alchemy, don't miss it when you pass by, just 100 middle-grade spirit stones, it's a big sale with tears!"
"Wannian snow ginseng, just harvested! Five hundred mid-grade spirit stones, I won't haggle whether I want to buy it or not!"
…
Ling Chunan looked at the booths one by one, spiritual pets, magic weapons, medicinal herbs, and spiritual plants. Many cultivators stopped in front of the booths, picking from left to right, and some spit all over the place to haggle the price. It was very lively.
This was Ling Chunan's first contact with such a market, but he didn't stay in front of a stall for too long, just walked forward at a constant speed.
"Host, let's leave first." This place is still a little dangerous for a child without cultivation. The two cultivators who didn't see the bargaining over there were blushing and fighting.
Ling Chunan didn't answer 098, stopped in front of a booth, noticed the people in front of the booth, and immediately understood his host's plan, 098 became quiet.
The stall owner was an old man with a childish appearance. In front of him was a pile of tattered and unrecognizable things, with a few shiny beads mixed in. There was a handsome young cultivator who was removing the beads one by one. Picked it out, and finally asked: "Senior, what kind of beads are these? It's very beautiful, but why is there no spiritual energy?"
The old man didn't raise his eyebrows, he moved his lips lazily, "The marbles that mortal children play with."
Hearing that it was from the mortal world, the young man lost interest, pouted, put down the beads and left.
Ling Chunan squatted down at the place where the young man had just squatted, and played with a few beads with great interest. Perhaps hearing a sound, the old man raised his eyelids and closed them again, "If you like it, take it with you. go."
"But I have no money." Ling Chunan blinked.
"Take it," said the old man again.
Hearing this, Ling Chunan showed a smile and picked a bead from the booth, "Thank you, Grandpa." Ling Chunan took it out in his pocket, and then took out a handful of candy, "This is for you."
The old man glanced at Ling Chunan and reached out to take it.
"Attack value +5%, the current counterattack value is 5%, please continue to work hard."
098, who was watching the whole process, was stunned.
A few sugars for a fairy weapon, this is too incredible.
Even for the male protagonist, he had to snatch this fairy from a demon cultivator with all his might, but when he arrived at Ling Chunan, he got it so easily.
"I'm just here to try my luck." Ling Chunan said to 098 with a smile.
"The host is lucky." Although he said so, 098 didn't believe it was just luck.
"Yes." Ling Chunan replied seriously.
"… "
This bead is called Shui Lingzhu. In the original text, it is one of the golden fingers of the male protagonist in the later period. I heard that it was first bought by a loose cultivator from Lingshi City, Linxian City. , the wielder had not had time to be happy, but was beaten to death by a nearby cultivator.
It changed hands a few times later, and finally fell into the hands of the male protagonist. For Ling Chunan to get it so easily, 098 felt a little bit like a dream, but on second thought, it was completely obtained by the host's strength. I can get it because its host is too smart!
Thinking like this, 098 was completely relieved.
After staying in Linxian City for a few days, Ling Chunan followed the crowd and walked towards the Sword Spirit Sect.
Sword Spirit Sect recruits new recruits every five years, and the age limit is ten to seventeen years old, so although Ling Chunan is small, he is not particularly noticeable when walking in the crowd, but 098 is frightened and notices that he is not far ahead. The male protagonist looked back at Ling Chunan several times. He wouldn't recognize the host, would he
However, until he reached the gate of Sword Spirit Sect, the male protagonist did not greet Ling Chunan, which made 098 relieved.
Sword Spirit Sect, as one of the top cultivators in Lantian Realm, naturally has strict requirements for recruiting new recruits. Perseverance, comprehension, and temperament cannot be inferior. After these tests are completed, one can get started. For other sects, the most important spiritual root, Sword Spirit The sect is the final test, as long as it is not a waste of spiritual roots, one can enter the sect.
At this time, thousands of teenagers from all over the world gathered at the gate of Sword Spirit Sect. Some of them came from immortal families, some came from rural towns, but at this moment, no matter who they were, they were unconsciously nervous.
Ling Chunan glanced at Yun Zehan, but it happened to meet his gaze, Ling Chunan was not surprised, and showed him a big smile.
Seeing Ling Chunan's smiling face, Yun Zehan's eyes flashed. At this moment, the test started. He reacted abruptly, only to realize that his footsteps had already taken a small half-step in the direction of the child, he retracted his steps without a trace, and raised his vigilance to cope with the test.
The test came a little suddenly, Ling Chunan seemed to be taken aback, and after a while, he moved forward cautiously.
Knowing that the host started to perform again, 098 obediently remained silent.
The original text of the test plot was rewritten, so it is not a problem for Ling Chunan to pass easily, but as a "ten-year-old", "inexperienced" and "timid" child, it took Ling Chunan a long time. Time finally came to the end without any risk.
And the time is neither too early nor too late, just in time to meet the male protagonist.
Both of them were a little embarrassed, and Ling Chunan's face was even paler and his face was covered in sweat, but when he saw Yun Zehan, he still smiled at him.
Yun Zehan curled his lips toward Ling Chu Nan for the first time in history, a smile.
098: "!!!"
After waiting for a while, a cultivator wearing a blue Taoist robe descended from the sky. With a wave of his hand, the fog that had just been released for the testers to come out instantly dissipated. At this time, there were less than 200 people left in the square. Ling Chunan noticed that the remaining Among the people, the girl who was with Yun Zehan before did not appear. According to the plot, she should have been captured by the magic cultivator, but the male protagonist did not save her.
The cultivator in Tsing Yi stroked his beard and glanced at everyone, "Congratulations to everyone, you passed the entry test."
The next step is to test the spiritual roots. In this part, some great masters above Nascent Soul will watch and choose their favorite named disciples. If they are lucky, they may be accepted by the elders as a personal biography.
Everyone was excited, looking forward to being picked by a certain elder, and then becoming a personal biography, soaring into the sky from then on.
At this time, the first person had already gone up, and he put his hand on the spirit-testing stone, and soon the two colors of gold and red lighted up.
"Golden Fire Twin Spirit Roots!"
A white-haired cultivator in the bystander raised his hand.
"Inner door, Ling Jingfeng, Taoist name Qingyang."
…
"Three roots of water, wood and soil."
"Outer door, the road name is Qinghe."
…
"Hey, what's your name?" A little fat man next to Ling Chunan blushed, trembling a little when he spoke, and seemed too nervous, "My name is, Zhang, Zhang Zhifeng."
Ling Chunan glanced at him enviously, and then his expression became a little sad, "I, I don't have a name."
"Ah?" Zhang Zhifeng didn't respond, "Why?" Then he noticed Ling Chunan's expression and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I won't ask, don't be sad."
098: "Host, the male protagonist is eavesdropping on your conversation." While reporting, 098 quietly glanced at the male protagonist's expression, but there was still no expression.
Ling Chunan hummed, "I know."
"… "
Realizing that he was talking about Ling Chunan's sadness, the little fat man didn't dare to speak for a while, but he couldn't bear it again after a while, avoiding Ling Chunan's life experience, and began to talk about his future plans.
Chu Nan chatted with him for a while, and soon it was the turn of the little fat man to take the stage. He had returned to normal and his face turned pale again, his legs were a little weak, and he tripped when he went up the steps. Fortunately, he was supported by the inner sect senior brother on the stage.
"Golden Heavenly Spirit Root!"
A thin cultivator on the chief raised his hand to signal.
The test disciple was startled, "In-person, Ling Xufeng, Taoist name Qingyun."
The hall was immediately blown up by the amazement of everyone, especially the disciples who had just started, looking at Zhang Zhifeng with envy and jealousy.
At this time, it was Ling Chu's turn to go up.