Xiuxian: Start with the medicine boy

Chapter 63 The Great Truth of Father
Baiyun City, the center of the square.

Sitting cross-legged in the center of the square, Mr. Ding closed his eyes and meditated, suddenly stood up and looked around.

That gaze seemed to have a chilling light, and suddenly, the chatter and laughter stopped abruptly.

"First of all, let me inform you!

I, Baiyunmen, recruit handyman disciples once every [-] years for the upcoming 'seed trial'.

The monks who participated in the registration, and finally got the quota of handyman disciples, must unconditionally participate in the 'seed trial'.

As long as you get enough elixir in the 'Seed Trial', you can reward Foundation Establishment Pills. There will be special regulations for the specific exchange rules, so you don't need to worry.

The quota for this selection is still thirty!

Registration is the same as in the past, there is no threshold, as long as you think your strength is enough to participate, you can participate.

Next, monks who want to participate in the registration can register, and the deadline for registration is today! "

Uncle Ding's cold voice sounded in the square of Baiyun City. Although the voice was not loud, every monk could hear it clearly.

At this time, a brother standing behind Uncle Ding took two steps forward, patted a storage bag and a black wooden box, and landed in the center of the square. The wooden box seemed to be made of some kind of precious spirit wood. .

Cheng Buzheng looked it over carefully, and saw that this black wooden box was not pure, it was made of spirit wood, and there were faint spirit patterns on the black wooden box. He knew that the black wooden box must be a special item. magic weapon.

Then, the senior brother put the black box on the ground, and the square became lively again. The monks who knew each other were discussing one after another, but Uncle Ding, who was wearing a black robe, ignored it and sat down cross-legged again. , Close your eyes and rest your mind.

"Hey... If I don't participate this time, I won't have a chance in the future. I am in my thirties this year, and twelve years later, I will be in my forties. At that time, I will have no chance to step into the realm that I have dreamed of for a long time. "

A middle-aged man sighed faintly.

"That's right! After the age of forty, the chances of being in the foundation building period drop sharply, and there is basically no chance to step into the foundation building stage again."

The monk with the same middle-aged appearance agrees quite a bit.

"It's not like there's no chance. As long as someone has the power to infuse spiritual energy in person, or if he is lucky enough to obtain a heaven-defying elixir, he can also enter the foundation building stage."

"Even sect monks, only disciples with excellent spiritual roots have the opportunity to obtain the foundation building pill. Ordinary disciples do not have the foundation building pill. They either take a risk or take part in the 'seed trial' to get the foundation building pill like we are now. Kidan."

"How precious is the Foundation Establishment Pill, it is very difficult to obtain one."

Not far from Cheng Buzheng, he saw a father and son saying goodbye to each other.

"Xiao Ke... from now on, you will venture into the world of cultivating immortals alone! You have to be careful, don't trust unfamiliar monks, even familiar monks, you must also maintain due vigilance.

It's time for Dad to fight hard for the way. If he didn't participate in the past, he just doesn't trust you.

Now that you have grown up, I am completely relieved! "

The tall man with a simple and honest face said solemnly to the boy with an ordinary face next to him.

The boy with an ordinary face, with tears in his eyes, opened his mouth and shouted:
"father···"

The big man with a simple and honest face touched the back of his son's head, and slowly spoke comfortingly.

"Father, there is only half the chance of being selected in the selection, and half of the chance of not being selected. Even if you participate in the 'Seed Trial', there is also a half chance of getting out safely."

After hearing this, the ordinary-looking boy said in a low voice:
"That's half the danger, Dad...how about we go home and not participate in the selection!"

"The half of the danger is also divided into two types. The half is returning from serious injuries, but you can still get it. The number of Baiyunmen handyman disciples will be more. There will be more tasks to get spirit stones in the future. There is no need to take risks to hunt monsters. gone."

"What about the other half!"

"There is a half chance, and it hasn't come out yet, so I can only say that this is what your father deserves!"

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heard.

Cheng Buzheng took a deep look at the touching scene in the world of cultivating immortals, then turned and left silently.

"The world of cultivating immortals is so cruel. Any resource needs to be obtained by oneself, and every time one has to bet one's own life to gain a chance."

He didn't stay any longer, he just signed up today and didn't officially start the selection, so he didn't miss it at all.

After leaving Baiyun City, after walking a certain distance, there was no sign of anyone nearby.

A yellow aura flashed, and Cheng Buzheng disappeared in the blink of an eye.

A yellow aura at six feet underground rushed towards the sect quickly.

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Baiyunmen, alchemy room.

Cheng Buzheng walked to the fire room unknowingly, and looked at the fire room not far away, which looked like a huge black box. On the open door, on the plaque on the door, three black and gold characters "Fire Room" were engraved. .

Cheng Buzheng didn't stop, and strode directly to the fire room.

In the rather spacious hall, the furnishings are monotonous and simple, and the surrounding walls are dark, as if the entire fire room is made of obsidian.

In the hall, there is only a long counter on the east side, and the rest of the place is empty.

Sitting at the counter was an old man in a gray robe with a serious face, who was concentrating on a thread-bound book. He was a senior in the late stage of Qi training.

The elder brother didn't notice at all that someone entered the hall. This is such an incredible thing for the monks, and it can be seen how concentrated the elder brother is at this moment.

Seeing this, Cheng Buzheng rubbed his nose, stepped forward, and came to the counter.

"Brother, is there any free alchemy room?"

Suddenly hearing this, the serious-looking old man casually closed the books and placed them on the counter below.

Afterwards, the elder brother looked at Cheng Buzheng angrily, without a good mood.

"Does the little guy know that people are scary, scary to death?"

See here.

Cheng Buzheng didn't refute, he didn't want to provoke any right and wrong, and he didn't want to provoke a senior who was in the late stage of Qi training.

He didn't neglect, and hurriedly bowed his hands and saluted.

"Brother, next time... I must pay attention!"

On the surface, Cheng Buzheng maintained a respectful and polite expression, but he was muttering in his heart.

"The old guy's face is not usually thick."

He was also quite curious at the same time, what kind of classics it was, that the senior brother read it so engrossed that even a monk, the precautions he should have, were completely forgotten.

Maybe it was because the sect was so safe that he had forgotten the vigilance a monk should have.

At the same time, he secretly warned himself that no matter at any time, he must not forget the vigilance that a monk should have.

(End of this chapter)