Chapter 5 Immortal Root

A huge iron-wood ship with its bottom covered with a thick layer of dense iron plate was sailing away from the dock of Jackdaw Island. A group of black jackdaws were circling around the dock looking for food, making a noisy sound.

Mu Yi stood on the deck and watched Lone Finger Peak gradually getting smaller, and finally turned into a black dot, disappearing where the sky and the sea meet.

This iron ship, loaded with islanders from several nearby small islands, sailed to Changping Island, which was thousands of miles away.

From the nearby islands to Changping Island, you need to pass through the vast deep sea area, where the wind and waves are very strong. Ordinary sea ships are very dangerous. Only this kind of special large iron ship can sail between the islands, so the cost of boarding is not low.

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Mu's father only bought himself the cheapest deck mat, and spent nearly twice the price to buy Mu Yi a bed. Although it was in the lowest cabin of the ship, at least he had a place to rest from the wind.

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As for the high-rise cabins, the conditions are better, and there are even spacious suites with a palace-like layout, but the prices are naturally ridiculously high.

Most of the passengers on this iron ship, except for some merchants who often travel to the islands, are like the Mu family and his son, who went to Changping Island to try to recruit disciples from the Pinghai Sect. Therefore, there were many children on the ship, all of whom were

At the age of ten.

After all, they have to face the recruitment assessment. These children are all neatly dressed. If they are playing together, it is difficult to tell the difference. However, because of the different bunks they purchased, they can be distinguished at once.

Children who have bunks in high-rise cabins generally don't interact much with the children running around on the deck. Even if some children are about to move, they are stopped by the adults, as if they have status when they talk to the children on the deck.

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The few village boys from Jackdaw Island undoubtedly belong to the category on the deck.

Wang Tiesheng and his blacksmith father were also among them.

"Mu Mu, have you really seen the Immortal Master?" Wang Tiesheng looked envious.

Mu Yi nodded and asked softly: "Tiedan, do you want to be an immortal master?"

"Of course I do, there's no need to ask!" Wang Tiesheng said excitedly, "It's a pity that I heard from my father that to become an immortal master, you must have immortal roots. And immortal roots are born, some people have them, some don't, you can't force them.

.Without immortal roots, you cannot become an immortal master. Moreover, the probability of immortal roots appearing is extremely low, one in ten thousand."

Mu Yi said: "The old village chief said the same thing. But I heard Old Uncle Liu say that actually everyone has immortal roots, but some people are strong and some are weak. With strong immortal roots, it is easy to become an immortal

Master; it will be very difficult if you have weak immortal roots."

It was the first time Wang Tiesheng heard such a statement, "Did it come from the old man Liu who kept the lighthouse? My father said he was a little crazy, so you can't believe what he said."

"Old Uncle Liu is not crazy at all. He knows a lot." Mu Yi defended.

"Isn't that right? Everyone has immortal roots, so aren't all immortals in the world?" another village boy retorted.

"That is, if everyone has immortal roots, they can practice immortal arts every day and transform themselves into delicacies. There will be no need to fish and farm." Someone agreed.

"Anyway, what old Uncle Liu said must make sense." Mu Yi insisted.

Seeing that Mu Yi was a little displeased, Wang Tiesheng hurriedly dropped the subject and asked: "Mu Mu, you'd better tell me more about your meeting with the Immortal Master. Did you see the sea monster? I heard from my father that the sea monster took a look.

They will all turn to stone!”

"Yes, yes, Brother Mu, what did the sea monster you saw look like?"

The village children surrounded Mu Yi with great interest, discussing in low voices, bursting into bursts of exclamation and laughter from time to time.

After nightfall, the early winter sea breeze was very biting and cold, and the children on the deck were all driven back to the cabin on the bottom to rest.

Guests who only bought casual seats could only add a thick coat or wrap themselves in a quilt and lean on the railing to sleep.

Mu Yi practiced martial arts in the morning, played with his friends during the day, and rested at night. He stayed on the boat for more than half a month and finally arrived at Changping Island.

Changping Island is one of the famous large islands in the Thousand Islands Country. The pier alone is so magnificent that these village children were amazed and excited.

Walking from the pier, we came directly to the market. The market here was huge, with many pavilions, bustling with people, and Mu Yi and others from the small island felt dazzled and overwhelmed.

The Pinghai Sect has begun recruiting disciples for three months. Considering that a large number of children will sign up by then, which will hinder the purity of the sect, the place for selecting disciples has been deliberately chosen in a market far away from the sect and with relatively convenient transportation.

There are dozens of neat pavilions in the market, all occupied by Pinghai Sect. As the place for selecting disciples this time, there is a long queue in front of each pavilion. Looking from a distance, it is quite spectacular.

The children and adults who got off the big ship dispersed and lined up at the back of a certain team.

Mu Yi took a fancy to the team with the smallest number of people at a glance, and Wang Tiesheng was in the team adjacent to him.

The assessment staff in the pavilion seemed to be extremely efficient. It only took a moment for a child to get in and get the result, and he was immediately questioned by the adults waiting aside.

Most of the children had a depressed expression when they came out of the pavilion. Occasionally, some lucky ones came out and waved a bronze medal-shaped object in their hands, ecstatic, which probably meant they had passed the test.

After queuing for an hour, Wang Tiesheng was at the front of the queue, and on Mu Yi's side, there were more than ten people in front of him.

It is obvious that the assessors in Wang Tiesheng's team are more efficient and faster.

"Tie Dan, be careful!" Mu Yi whispered to encourage Wang Tie.

Wang Tiesheng smiled reluctantly, looking very nervous.

Wang Tiesheng was whispering something, seeming to comfort his son. Wang Tiesheng kept nodding and his expression softened.

But when the child in front of him walked out of the pavilion with a depressed look on his face, Wang Tiesheng became extremely nervous again and even trembled slightly.

"Next!" A 17 or 18-year-old man in gray clothes said loudly in front of the pavilion. Wang Tiesheng could only bite the bullet and walked into the pavilion.

Mu Yi frowned and couldn't help but worry about his partner.

But not long after, Wang Tiesheng rushed out of the pavilion almost at a trot, waving a triangular bronze medal in his hand, and cheered ecstatically: "Dad, Mu Mu, I have immortal roots, I passed!"

Blacksmith Wang was naturally extremely happy, and Mu Yi was also pleasantly surprised.

His cheers also attracted the attention of many people, who all looked here with a bit of envy in their eyes.

Wang Tiesheng came to Mu Yi, handed the bronze medal in his hand to Mu Yi, and said excitedly: "Mu Mu, this is the token of the inner disciple of Pinghai Sect. Haha, the immortal master said that my immortal roots are extraordinary, so he recruited me as his disciple.

Disciple!"

Mu Yi carefully looked at the triangular token, feeling that it was very heavy. On one side of the token was an iron ship, which was the logo and pattern of the Pinghai Sect, and on the other side, Wang Tiesheng's name was engraved.

"It would be great if I could also join the Pinghai Sect!" Mu Yi was extremely envious and played with the token lovingly, and finally returned the token to Wang Tiesheng reluctantly.

Children who have already passed the assessment, regardless of whether they passed or failed, are quickly asked to leave this area to avoid queuing again and wasting Pinghai Sect's time.

"I can do it, Mu Mu, and you can do it too. I'll be waiting for your good news outside!" Wang Tiesheng encouraged Mu Yi and then left.

"Yes, in terms of meridians training and understanding, I am no worse than Tie Dan. If Tie Dan can pass it, I will definitely pass it!" Mu Yi thought to himself, and he suddenly gained a lot of confidence.

With a feeling of nervousness and longing, Mu Yi spent another moment burning incense, and finally stood at the front of the team.

A disappointed young man walked out of the pavilion, "Next!" the middle-aged man at the door of the pavilion said lazily.

Mu Yi took a deep breath to relieve the tension in his heart, and then stepped into the pavilion.

Inside the pavilion was just an empty inner hall, with an old man with a goatee lying on a simple wicker chair, his eyes half open and half closed.

There were two other young men aged sixteen or seventeen standing behind the old man.

"Hey!" One of the young men shouted, and Mu Yi was immediately stunned.

Not long ago, Mu Yi met three immortal masters in the Crimson Tide Sea, and this young man was one of them.

"Ruoyu, do you recognize this child?" The old man opened his eyes and looked at Mu Yi.

Mu Yi only felt that the old man's gaze was extremely sharp and could penetrate everything, and his expression was quite serious, so he couldn't help but become even more nervous.

The young man replied respectfully: "Reporting to Master, this disciple does not recognize this son. He only met him once when he went to the Crimson Tide Sea to kill the sea monster not long ago."

After the young man finished speaking, he ordered to Mu Yi: "Come over and stretch out your wrist."

Mu Yi hurriedly took a few steps and walked to the old man's wicker chair. He rolled up his sleeves and stretched out most of his arms.

The old man only stretched out two fingers and placed them on the inside of Mu Yi's wrist.

Mu Yi felt his arm go numb and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his arm, but he still held it back.

Immediately, he felt a cool trickle flow from his wrist into his body, slowly traveling throughout most of his body.

"Inferior Immortal Root!" The old man suddenly retracted his fingers and said calmly.

Mu Yi was stunned, not knowing whether to be happy or sad. The inferior immortal roots were obviously not very good, but they still had immortal roots anyway.

The old man glanced at Mu Yi again and said, "Well, you are quite good at cultivating the twelve meridians. You are not very young, but with such attainments, you can be considered very capable of enduring hardship."

Mu Yi felt happy, the old man was obviously praising him.

"Who is there in your family? Are there any brothers or sisters?" the old man suddenly asked.

Although Mu Yi wondered why the immortal asked this question, he immediately replied respectfully: "The villain lost his mother when he was three years old. He has been dependent on his father since he was a child. He has no brothers or sisters."

"Well," the old man closed his eyes again and said calmly: "Not qualified."
Chapter completed!