Qingyun Nvxianlu

Chapter 57 The Great Way to Jane
Northern Territory.

There are two types of new recruits for the disciples of Apocalypse Sect.

One is a big move once every ten years, and the other is a small move once every three years.

When the big move was made, the Apocalypse Sect would send its disciples to various places in the domain, to reach Daoist cities, small ordinary villages and towns, mainly young children with ordinary talents.

A small trick is that Tian Qizong set up test points in various repair cities and square cities, and most of the candidates who came to the election were loose cultivators who had entered the road.

At this time, it coincides with the three-yearly sect recruiting of Tian Qizong.

In Fang City, due to the small tricks of the disciples of Tianqi Sect, a lot of loose cultivators gathered, and many cultivators came and went, which was very lively.

At this time, a man stopped outside the test site.

"Apocalypse Zong recruits new test sites"

The man who stopped looked like twenty or so. He was dressed in white, and his appearance was not average, but his temperament was quite extraordinary.

It is here.

Zhang Yu looked at the long queue that had already lined up outside the door in front of him, and was a little stunned.

Afraid of attracting attention, the small square city he specially chose did not want to have so many people.

"Next person"

Fortunately, although there were many people, the speed of the previous test was quite fast, and it didn't take long before it was Zhang Yu's turn.

Like the major sects, the first item is the spiritual root test.

When Zhang Yu put his hand on the spirit-measuring stone, after a short breath, the crystal-clear spirit-measuring stone turned orange.

As we all know, gold, wood, water, fire and earth are the five spiritual roots, gold is orange, wood is blue, water is dark, fire is red, and earth is yellow.
In the Ice Thunder Wind Variation Spirit Root, the ice color is gray, the thunder color is purple, and the wind color is blue.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator was surprised, got up and walked to the Spirit Test Stone.

"Single golden root."

He motioned for the qi cultivator who was writing to register, and then looked at Zhang Yu with a smile: "Dare to ask Yougui's surname?"

Zhang Yu was not surprised by the change in the attitude of the Foundation Establishment cultivator, but a flattered expression appeared on his face: "Zhang Yu, Li Zaozhang, junior Zhang Yu."

The base-building cultivator nodded, and then again showed a puzzled look: "Are fellow Daoists a son of a big clan?"

Zhang Yu didn't react at first, but after a moment's thought, he understood why the other party asked this question.

Even in a place like the four super sects, Shan Linggen is a rare genius, so he was earned by the sect or cultivated by the big family at an early age.

This also means that there are fewer and fewer people with excellent qualifications in loose cultivation, and Shan Linggen is even rarer.

Zhang Yu shook his head, showing helplessness and bitterness on his face: "The younger generation is not a disciple of the family, it is too difficult for scattered cultivation, so I hope to take this opportunity to join your sect."

"How can it be reduced to a loose cultivator with the qualifications of a fellow Daoist?"

The base-building cultivator continued to ask questions.

This questioning is not just out of curiosity, but the interest relationship between the sect and the family is now intertwined, and some big families with special relationships, if they want their children to enter the sect, they need to report to the sect.

"Ugh-"

Zhang Yu sighed: "

The younger generation is a mortal orphan. He had never heard of cultivation when he was young, and the village was isolated, and he had never met a sect disciple to come to accept his disciples.

After such a waste of time until he was a teenager, he was able to enter the Dao by fate.

Speaking of which, I am not afraid of the jokes of the seniors, it is because there is no chance to enter other sects, but the juniors yearn for your sect and are really unwilling to give up. "

The foundation-building cultivator and the qi-training disciple on the side all nodded, with a single spiritual root, if they were, they would not be willing to enter the general sect.

It is a pity that Shan Linggen's aptitude has been wasted for more than ten years.

You must know that the sooner a cultivator enters the Dao, the better, and the foundation will be stronger, and it is not only time that has been missed for more than ten years, but also the corresponding opportunity.

A five-year-old child with a single spiritual root can directly enter the inner sect of the sect, and is even very likely to be accepted by the elder Yuan Ying as a direct heir, but a qi-training monk who is 30 or [-] years old, even if he has the same single spiritual root, is in a very different situation. .

The time is also fate, the cultivator sighed and shook his head, facing Zhang Yu: "Although you have a single spiritual root, you can't break the rules, we will register your information in the register, and you can come within two days after receiving a notification. Participating in the next round of screening will depend on your performance."
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In the year [-] of Fuguang Yuanqi, Zongmen Dabi began to count down to one year.

In the northern region, the sky was full of snow, and a man in black carried a big knife, walking leisurely in the snow and ice, with a collapsing glacier behind him.

A young man in his twenties from the Eastern Region just stepped into the gate of Dajing City. His eyes passed through the tall city gate and looked towards the north, which was his destination.

In the southern region, a girl in white clothes stained red with blood held a spirit sword in each hand, and slowly walked out of the sword tomb under the dumbfounded eyes of the gatekeeper disciples.

In the Western Regions, a woman in red unscrewed the head of the last mummified corpse with her bare hands. When she let go, bone powder fell from her fingers.

……

The girl with messy hair and haggard face put down the jade slip in her hand, took out the pill bottle, poured out a bigu pill and swallowed it.

If I remember correctly, this is the No.12 Bigu Pill she took in this server.

As for how long he stayed here, Fu Yu was not sure, three years, five years, or ten years?

When the complete "Foundation of Formation" was recorded and no new clues appeared, Fu Yu finally couldn't hold back.

But the spiritual power attack, the magic weapon attack, and even Fu Yu finally took out Bai Long. He tried everything he could, but he couldn't damage the wall, but the room was closed at all.

In order to stabilize his emotions, Fu Yu buried himself in writing jade slips, and would never stop unless the last trace of spiritual power or consciousness was exhausted.

At first, she may have been paralyzing herself, but gradually, she found that her heart really calmed down, and sometimes she even felt that such repeated and simple recording brought her rare peace and enjoyment.

One, two, one word, two words...

Finally, Fu Yu stopped recording, touched the jade slip in his hand, got up and walked to the wooden frame.

A stack of jade slips was neatly stacked on the wooden shelf, and Fu Yuzhen put the piece in his hand at the end.

As soon as he retracted his hand, he heard a voice.

"Avenue to simplicity"

Fu Yu's pupils shrank.

"Who?"

(End of this chapter)