After I became an immortal in Uchimaki, I went from being a loser to becoming a group favorite.

Chapter 2 Why is Senior Brother Song like that?

When it comes to love, Tang Ling is also one of those who are at peace.

My friends in kindergarten have already started discussing the topic "Oh, so-and-so gave me a crayon today, does he like me?"

And Tang Ling is just that stupid crybaby who cries loudly when he can't grab the crayon.

In elementary school, everyone discussed with each other who their prince charming was.

In order to join the group, Tang Ling made a false accusation, and from then on the scandal with the kid continued into high school, blocking him from all kinds of love affairs - in fact, in Tang Ling's eyes, he never saw one.

Not to mention middle and high school.

At that time, because she was obsessed with watching TV and playing with mobile phones, she had already put on thick glasses, her face was covered with acne during adolescence, her grades were poor, and she was introverted...

Recalling the past does not seem to be such a pleasant memory.

Tang Ling never thought that his heart, which had been silent for more than ten years, would actually beat again.

On the stone steps, the young man stood tall and tall. He was dressed in white clothes and stretched out his thin waist. He wore a long sword on his waist. He looked at Tang Ling with a picturesque look on his face, and a cold light flashed in his dark eyes.

Touching that look, Tang Ling seemed to see a few stars falling in the blue and white winter sky, and a cold and desolate feeling inexplicably came to his heart.

The smile that originally appeared on her face due to novelty and surprise froze.

"Miss, could this be the one sent by Elder Lu to pick you up——"

Before Yao Yao finished speaking, there was a "clang" sound from the sword, and the pitch suddenly rose, and all the words turned into a scream of panic.

"what--!"

Tang Ling's reaction was a beat slower.

No one expected that the young man would suddenly draw out his sword, like a ferocious beast that suddenly erupted. The sword's light was dazzling in the daytime, and it was as powerful as a rainbow.

"Pfft" sound.

The sharp weapon pierced the flesh instantly, and the smell of blood slowly filled the air.

Looking at the hilt of the long sword that was completely submerged in his chest, Tang Ling slowly turned his gaze to the owner of the long sword who was only half an arm's length away from him.

The closer she got, the more clearly she could see Sai Xue Qishuang's face, and those eyes that chilled her heart at the touch of them.

At this moment, the emotion in the eyes slowly dissipated, like the sky after the stars fell, becoming empty and dead.

"Killing—!"

A scream that could pierce a person's eardrums rushed straight into the backyard, alerting the guarding disciples.

"Who dares to cause trouble here!"

"What happened?"

Although the disciples who came over didn't scream like Yao Yao, they couldn't help but scream when they saw the usually indifferent young genius piercing the chest of a little girl with his sword.

"Senior Brother Song!?"

"Who is this girl?"

"It seems that he is Elder Lu's new disciple. What is his name...Tang Ling?"

The disciples came forward one after another and hurriedly asked for advice.

"Today's disciple recruitment meeting, the senior brothers and sisters in charge and most of the elders are in front of the main entrance! Quick! Find someone quickly!"

As a result, the news that "Song Nan went crazy and stabbed Tang Ling with a sword" spread like wildfire from the backyard to the front yard.

Disciple B had just arranged a team and was startled when he heard the sound.

"What? Senior Brother Song pierced that person...why did he do that?"

"Shh-!"

Disciple A said "tsk tsk" twice, "I knew it. Think about how much hardship Senior Brother Song endured to become Elder Lu's disciple. She came in through the back door so easily. Even Senior Brother Song is not convinced!"

"You mean...Senior Brother Song can't see..." Disciple B suddenly realized.

"How can it be so easy to go crazy! That's Senior Brother Song!" Disciple A shook his head with an expression of "I guessed it right away".

"Why should she? She is just a piece of trash with the lowest level of spiritual roots! In the test just now, a young princess from the prince's family tested out Grade A spiritual roots. Royal relatives and nobles, as well as those with Grade A spiritual roots, must come and participate obediently. !”

"where?"

"Don't tell me, this princess's name is Fu Qingcheng. I feel sorry for her because she looks like that. You can see her in the crowd at a glance!"

"Why didn't I look?" Disciple B stretched his neck to search through the crowded crowd.

"Stupid!" Disciple A slapped him on the head, "I already mentioned Grade A spiritual roots. Why are you looking at Ding Linggen in our row? There! The one wearing a white skirt with a silver hairpin!"

Follow Disciple A’s eyes as he gestures.

There were thousands of people attending this apprenticeship conference. After the spiritual root test, among the number of people who are qualified to be selected as inner disciples: the majority are low-level and middle-level B-level students, a small number are both high-level B-level and low-level A-level students, there are less than ten people in the middle-level A level, and there are even more high-level A level students. It's empty.

So there was only one row of people standing in Class A.

There were only a few women in this row, and there was only one person wearing a white dress.

I saw a woman wearing a snow-white dress, with black hair reaching to her waist, and a plain white silver hairpin fixed on the right side of her neck, which made her skin look like snow.

Although the facial features cannot be said to be beautiful, but when combined together, they have a delicate temperament that makes people lovable.

At this time, the woman was tilting her head to communicate with the disciple on the side.

"Qingcheng, have you heard? It seems that a girl went through the back door without passing the test, and was stabbed by the unconvinced senior brother!"

A look of astonishment appeared on Fu Qingcheng's face, and his slender hand covered his half-open mouth.

Such an expression also made the boy around him look intoxicated.

"Ah? So... is the girl who was stabbed okay?"

"Hey! Is this the point? Qingcheng, you are just too kind. The point is that there are people who get started by relying on connections without passing the test!"

Fu Qingcheng shook his head and calmed the excited woman with a gentle tone.

"We don't know the full picture, so we won't comment. Instead of talking behind the scenes, it's better to put more thought into it and pass the conference test with dignity."

"Qingcheng is still right, but you have Grade A spiritual roots. You are already a heavenly being. You are incomparable to those wastes. You don't have to worry about not passing the test!"

"Don't say that." Fu Qingcheng sternly stopped the woman from speaking.

There was silence all around.

"Every inch is long and short - no matter what the spiritual root level is, you and I are all mortals. Even if we can't practice, as long as we are willing to work hard, we will have talents in other places. How can we easily call people useless?"

"I...I just want to say whatever I want."

The woman murmured, finding that the eyes of the people around her turned into reproach, and she felt aggrieved for a moment.

Fu Qingcheng glanced at her and sighed.

"I didn't say what you meant, and I'm not qualified to say it. You have a second-level spiritual root. No matter what, you will have to embark on this path of cultivation in the future. But this path is suitable for both low-level and high-level people. It’s also difficult to travel, and there are people who live east of the river and west of the river for thirty years, so don’t underestimate any monk at any level, because anyone can become an immortal, and anyone can never become an immortal in his lifetime.”

After saying this, the aggrieved expression on the woman's face softened a little, "I understand, you are also sincerely interested in me."

After hearing these words, the monks with C-level spiritual roots who were closer also looked at him with gratitude and admiration.

Fu Qingcheng's face was calm, and his eyes seemed to pass over the high platform in front of him unintentionally.

On the high platform, a row of elders from the Lingxian Sect sat.

Those words just now could not escape their ears and eyes.

"There are a number of disciples with good qualifications in this disciple recruitment meeting!"

The elder of Fu Zhen Sect suppressed the excitement in his heart, kept a calm expression on his face, and kept looking at the audience.

"This man has neither arrogance nor impatience, excellent cultivation aptitude, and an upright and pure mind. He is truly a rare talent."

The elder of Shufa Sect stroked his long beard and looked in the direction of Fu Qingcheng with satisfaction, his expression changed as he thought about something.

"There are such good disciples, but the places under Elder Lu's sect are taken up. I don't know whether it is the disciples' loss or Elder Lu's loss!"

The elder of the Beast Taming Sect adjusted his clothes and said, "I would like to see what a woman who even that cold-faced young man can't stand using hands looks like?"

Tang Ling didn't know that his name had already spread throughout the Lingxian Sect.

At this time, she was walking in endless darkness.

I can't tell what state I am in right now.

Tang Ling felt that he seemed to have died after being stabbed by the sword, but now he was still conscious and able to think.

She tried hard to recall the scene before the time travel in her past life.

No, he didn’t seem to be dead at that time.

Is this what it feels like to die?

After she regained consciousness just now, she found herself in a darkness. She shouted twice but no one answered, and she was surrounded by darkness that could not be broken away by thick ink.

I walked for a long time without direction, finding nothing but darkness.

Tang Ling's heart grew colder. Just when she thought death was a person walking through the darkness, a light suddenly appeared in front of her.

Faint, suspended in mid-air.

Tang Ling rubbed his eyes, and after making sure that he had seen correctly, he could no longer restrain his fear of the darkness and ran over regardless.

(End of this chapter)