Sifang Hall, this is the place where the Ling family receives distinguished guests, and there is rarely any movement at ordinary times. At this time, there was a lot of chatter and laughter inside, and it was very lively.
"Squeak", the door of the Sifang Palace was pushed open, and a young man with fine features walked in. The young man lowered his head slightly, seeming to be thinking about something.
Perhaps the door opened too loudly, but as soon as the young man came in, he attracted everyone's attention.
"Hey, isn't this cousin Ling Lin? What are you doing here if you don't want to rest at night?" A young man looked at Ling Lin at the door and mocked. The young man was only around sixteen or seventeen years old, with a handsome face, but
A pair of slender eyes has a cold and mean look.
"Heng'er, shut up. Although your cousin Ling Lin is in poor health and has difficulty cultivating, he must have heard that an immortal is visiting our home today. He probably came to admire his grace." As soon as Ling Heng finished speaking, an old man said this.
After finishing his words, he bowed his hands towards the young man in purple robe who stood like stars in the hall, with a flattering look on his face.
This young man in purple robe is what the old man calls an immortal!
Watching the father and son singing and singing in front of him, Ling Lin actually felt as if he was staying away from the incident, as if he were watching a play. Thinking of this, Ling Lin felt a little funny. Is this the so-called relative? The owner of this body lived his life.
It's really not easy.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Ling Yaotian frowned. Although it was already known to everyone in the Ling family that he did not want to see his son, after all, he was his own flesh and blood, and he was still a little unhappy to be ridiculed like this.
"Ling Lin, come and meet your Uncle Ning." He glanced at Ling Heng and his son who were singing harmony, and as if nothing had happened, Ling Yaotian said to the purple-robed young man beside him, "Let Brother Ning laugh.
Already."
"Is this the father who doesn't want to see me?" Ling Lin secretly asked as he looked at the middle-aged man in the hall who was dressed in brocade and had a serious face that was somewhat similar to his own body. Then he strode forward towards the
The young man in purple robe bent down and said, "Uncle Ning."
"Yeah" nodded, and the young man stood up.
In an instant, breathing could be heard in the hall, and all eyes were focused on him. The young man smiled and said, "Now that everyone is here, get ready to start. Whether you have a chance to be immortal or not depends on you."
The young man's name is Lu Ning, and he is an inner disciple of the Qingyuan Sect.
It is said that a powerful person once came out, and it is one of the oldest cultivation sects in the Dali Kingdom. The Qingyuan Sect once dominated the entire cultivation world in the Dali Kingdom. Unfortunately, as time goes by, the heroes of the past are gradually buried in the loess, and the sect
There has been no rising star who can support the sect. Today, the once great Cangtian sect has shrunk to the point where it can only be considered a middle-class level in the world of cultivation.
But despite this, Qingyuan Sect is still the well-deserved overlord within a radius of 100,000 miles, and dozens of nearby cities are under its control. It should be noted that cultivation depends not only on talent and hard work, but sometimes resources are even more important.
If the cultivation world needs resources, then for mortals, the most important thing is a fairy fate.
Yinjiang City is a city relatively close to the Qingyuan Sect. In the city, you can often see some Qingyuan Sect disciples wearing Taoist robes. As the largest aristocratic family in Yinjiang City, the Ling family often entertains some Qingyuan Sect disciples who come and go.
, but also got to know a lot. Over time, secret transactions occurred... Selling the sect's quota to recruit disciples was one of them.
However, not everyone can be brought into the sect. The elders of the Qingyuan Sect are not blind after all! They actually turn a blind eye to these transactions. No sect would think that they have too many resources, and besides, the Qingyuan Sect
It is no longer what it used to be. When the bottom line is not touched, these small actions of the disciples are ignored.
What is the bottom line? Entering a sect with a person who has no spiritual roots and no cultivation talent. This is the bottom line!
Thinking of this, Lu Ning sighed slightly, glanced at his friend Ling Yaotian who had known him for many years, and secretly gritted his teeth: You guys really know how to give me problems. That's all, that's all, as long as this little guy
If there is a trace of spiritual roots, even if it is the worst, I will bring him into the sect. Then he seemed to think of something, and Lu Ning's face turned a little gloomy: If..., well, don't blame me. Take a look.
Glancing at Ling Lin, who was lowering his head as if in a daze, Lu Ning's brows tightened even more.
After withdrawing his thoughts and glancing at everyone in the Ling family, Lu Ning said seriously: "The so-called difference between immortals and mortals is not something that anyone can practice. Whether you can embark on the path of immortality depends on whether you have spiritual roots!"
In the world of cultivation, the first thing you look for when recruiting a disciple is your spiritual root. A good spiritual root means that the person has good talent. A person with a good spiritual root practices for one year, which is enough to be worth several years or even several years for a person with a poor spiritual root.
Ten years! And people without spiritual roots can only struggle at the tenth level of martial arts throughout their lives.
"I hope I won't be tragic and have no spiritual roots." At this time, Ling Lin looked bitter, his heart was agitated, and the arm holding the armrest of the chair was shaking slightly. But he knew that his body had a resounding name, it was called
Will useless people have spiritual roots? He doesn't know. He hopes that fate will not joke with him again.
The mention of spiritual roots made the young people of the Ling family whisper, and suddenly, "Do you think Ling Lin has spiritual roots, hahaha..." The girl deliberately bit the word "lingen" very hard, and laughed after saying it,
It was like telling a particularly funny joke.
The girl's smile immediately caused laughter from almost all the teenagers in the hall.
"Hahaha, it's him, what are you talking about? A loser who is still climbing to the third level of martial arts..." The black-faced boy who spoke glanced at the head of the family whose expression was getting darker, and immediately said "
He swallowed the word "thing" and said, "Cough, cough, cough, cough..." It didn't feel good to swallow the words alive, so the black-faced boy coughed.
The scene in the main hall was a little quiet, except for the coughing that had not stopped. Looking at the gloomy-looking head of the family above, several elders of the Ling family also frowned secretly. Even the old man of the Ling family who had secretly mocked Ling Lin just now, the elders of the Ling family.
Fourth Elder Ling Xiaodi also muttered secretly: "These ignorant little bastards usually bully this loser, but after all, they are both father and son, and now in front of the head of the family, they actually..." glanced at Ling
Yao Tian found that although the latter looked gloomy, there was no sign of an attack, and Ling Xiaodi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Ling Lin lowered his head, and as a man of two generations, he had no emotion at all. Silently recalling the scene when he was practicing just now, Ling Lin seemed to have thought of something, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"You can't tell whether you have spiritual roots or not." Lu Ning glanced at the young people in the hall and said coldly, "You can tell by taking a test."
As he spoke, he touched a ring on his finger, and a dark stone appeared out of thin air in Lu Ning's hand, "This stone is called the Spirit Testing Stone. You just need to hold it firmly. If the stone shines, it means there is something wrong."
Spiritual roots, on the contrary, are none. In addition, depending on its light, the brighter it is, the better the spiritual roots are... Who of you will come first?"
…
"No spiritual roots..."
"Next……"
"No spiritual roots..."
"none……"
"..."
As time goes by, the expressions of the elders of the Ling family become more and more ugly. So far, only two of this group of young people have been found to have spiritual roots. You must know that the Ling family has flourished and developed to this day.
There are hundreds of people of this generation.
Seeing this horrific scene, the corners of some elders' mouths began to twitch slightly, followed by silent sighs. Why do they often have spiritual roots...
"Next." After the words fell, there was still no movement. Now, almost all the young people in the hall had passed the test... After a pause, Lu Ning raised his head and looked at Ling Lin in the corner.
Thoughtfully, Ling Lin raised his head and looked at the inconspicuous spirit-testing stone with firm eyes. He stood up slowly and said, "I'll do it!" The young man was firm, confident, and his tall and straight body had a strange charm.
is flowing.
Above, Ling Yaotian's gloomy face had already relaxed. Looking at Ling Lin blankly, he seemed to see the elf-like woman from the past. "Ping'er", he murmured to himself. Then, he seemed to remember
What happened? Looking at Ling Lin's back, his face that had just relaxed became cloudy again.
"He..." At this time, the young people in the hall were divided into two groups, forming a circle. The center of the circle was the two young people with spiritual roots.
With the lesson learned just now, no one dared to taunt him face to face. However, some sarcasm that seemed to be suppressing the voice inevitably floated out with the flow of air.
"Just him, isn't it enough to embarrass the family?"
"Such a piece of trash actually carries the name of the young master of the Ling family. It really brings discredit to the family..."
"Tsk, tsk, if the head of the family hadn't been his father, this loser would have been kicked out long ago..."
"Mu Yan, do you think there is hope for him?" As soon as these words were heard, the crowd became quiet for a moment. The speaker was Ling Heng, who had mocked Ling Lin before. At this time, Ling Heng had another identity.
He has spiritual roots! And the Ling Muyan he talks about is another person who has spiritual roots.
"Brother Heng was joking." He shook his head and the two looked at each other and smiled.