Lang Fei wiped his tears and turned around to leave. He had only taken two steps when he suddenly heard a muffled shout from behind. [ ]]"
"For that Wuduzi, I, Mo Yunfang, wish I could drink his blood with thirst, eat his flesh with hunger, sleep on his skin with hunger, and destroy his tendons."
After saying this, Lang Fei stole a glance at Wu Zhenzi, but saw that the corners of the short Taoist's mouth were twitching, and he had a look of hatred on his face.
"Boy, you, my disciple, have been accepted by the Taoist master." After a long while, Wu Zhenzi suddenly stood up with a slap in the face, looking like he shared the same hatred with the enemy.
Lang Fei trembled and was overjoyed, saying, "Really?"
"Is what Master Dao said still false?"
This little bastard immediately hit the snake on the stick. Although he was as clear as a mirror in his heart, he still wanted to act it out and asked knowingly: "Master...Master, I see that your expression seems to have something to do with that Wuduzi."
Deep hatred?"
Wu Zhenzi was at a loss for words. He waved his hands with an embarrassed look on his face and said: "No... no way. I just listened to what my good disciple said, and I felt hatred towards Wu Duzi for a moment. You also know that our Ji Lei Shan and him
Lei Di Mountain has always been a bit difficult to deal with. When I first heard about my apprentice’s sad past, I didn’t expect it to be related to Lei Di Mountain. This... naturally... cough, cough, you understand."
"Oh!" Lang Fei pretended to be confused and nodded half-understanding.
"By the way, my disciple Yunfang, how are your spiritual roots?" Lang Fei was about to say goodbye and leave, when he suddenly heard Wuzhenzi asking.
The little bastard stretched out his palm, and a green light spread out. "Master, my apprentice Nomu has human spiritual roots."
"That's very good!" The smile on Wuzhenzi's face became even stronger. His original determination had been thrown away, but now he looked at the disciple in front of him and found it pleasing to his eyes.
Wuzhenzi had long had a grudge against Wuduzi. Firstly, the two had an enmity over a drinking dispute, so if anyone knew about it, it would definitely make people laugh. Secondly, he was a defeated general, so how could he have the nerve to spread it around. Therefore, knowing
There were only a few tight-lipped fellow disciples who were involved in this matter. The boy in front of him at this moment was actually someone who was at odds with Wu Duzi. Such a coincidence made Wu Zhenzi feel strange. Firstly, he was grateful.
People share the same disease, and secondly, Mo Yunfang has a good spiritual root. [New] The human spiritual root of the wood element is deeply combined with the knowledge of thunder and wood, which is very suitable for the thunder method. Now, Wuzhenzi looks left and right, what do you think?
They all felt that the boy in front of him was the precious apprentice given to him by God.
Wu Zhenzi was full of joy there, thinking that the things before him were God's good, but he didn't know that it was all done deliberately by that little bastard. As early as the beginning, when Lang Fei saw Wu Zhenzi, he had a suspicion in his heart. Wu Zhenzi and Wu
Others don't know about the feud between the two sons, but he knows it very well. This bad boy is full of clever ideas, playing tricks, and then uses his spiritual consciousness to simulate the human spirit root and takes a Muyuan Pill.
Wu Zhenzi was so confused by him that there was no reason not to be fooled.
"Alright, good disciple, you go out first and take a rest. After a while, the disciple selection ceremony is over, and I will officially register you as a naturalized citizen and pay homage to your master, Master Qinglan."
Lang Fei nodded, turned around and walked out of the formation.
He just came out of the magic circle, but he saw a high-crowned casual cultivator waiting outside the magic circle. Seeing his sad expression and some tears stains in the corners of his eyes, he couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Huh, you haven't fallen into the eyes of the elders, but you are still here."
If you don't just come out, you still wipe your eyes and shed tears. You are a spineless guy and you have no sense of shame. What kind of immortality are you still cultivating?"
Lang Fei was immediately stunned, blinking his eyes, with a confused look on his face. Gaoguan Sanxiu glanced at him again, curled his lips, thinking he didn't bother to be with him, rolled up his sleeves and walked into the formation.
"The second aunt of your third aunt's youngest daughter, I have provoked you!" Lang Fei rolled his eyes, didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and cursed in anger.
The Gaoguan cultivator had already entered the soundproof formation, so naturally he didn't hear these words. Unexpectedly, someone stepped out from the side, approached Lang Fei, and said dejectedly: "Hey, brother Yun Fang, how are your luck here?"
Lang Fei looked at the visitor and felt happy in his heart. "I asked who it was. It turned out to be Brother Wang!" After that, he waved his hand and said: "Oh, forget it. I can't help but say it. It's Brother Wang."
, but I don’t know which elder has been chosen? Can he be included in his sect?”
"Alas, Brother Yunfang, I have a shallow foundation, so how can I have such good fortune?"
Lang Fei raised his head, glanced at him, half-smiled, snorted, and spat at him.
The honest man's face froze with sadness, then he turned around and said with a smile: "I know I can't hide it from Brother Yun Fang, but I don't know where did I show my weakness?"
Lang Fei curled his lips and said: "If you really didn't get what you wanted, how could you be in the mood to come to me for an answer? Don't look at your sad face. The sound of your footsteps and the swaying clothes clearly reveal a bit of briskness.
How could you behave like this if you were rejected?"
"Hehe, Brother Yun Fang is really aware of everything." The man smiled awkwardly, then changed the topic and said: "The high-gown casual cultivator just now must be a person with no vision. With Brother Fang's character, how can he be rejected?
reason."
Lang Fei raised his eyebrows and didn't answer indifferently. He just looked at the straightforward man with a playful expression. When he looked at him, he felt a little hairy, and then he laughed, turned his head, and said nothing. 1.
After the two of them had finished their thoughts, a mysterious light suddenly flashed at the exit of Wuzhenzi's magic circle, and a man stumbled out. At the same time, a burst of curses came from behind him. "What kind of character are you talking about with Taoist Master? It's an eyesore.
Thing, get out of here as soon as possible."
Lang Fei's face trembled, and he looked at Wang Yi for a moment, then both grinned.
"..."
After a few more cups of tea, the one hundred and sixteen casual cultivators had all finished their work. Only a small number of people, probably only a dozen or so, were proudly listed on the elder's door wall. Most of the other casual cultivators changed their faces from joy to sadness.
His face was full of lamentation.
Where the mysterious light flashed, the forty-nine soundproof arrays disappeared silently, and the elders reappeared. Elder Wu Xuan stood up, his eyes paused on the faces of the cultivators one by one, and said sternly: "Choose now.
The apprenticeship is over. I think you all know in your mind whether you will be selected as a core disciple, so I won’t say more here. But I have one word to say: from today on, you will be waiting for one hundred and twenty people, whether they are core disciples or ordinary disciples.
, are all the descendants of my Ji Lei Mountain, the old Taoist sincerely hopes that you and others will always cherish the friendship of the same family, protect each other, share the same heart and virtue, and jointly climb the path of immortality and truth, so as to promote my reputation of Ji Lei."
Everyone agreed to the promise, and there was no one who didn't agree with it.
Seeing this, Elder Wu Xuan nodded, but then changed his tone and said: "The first four rules of my Ji Lei Mountain sect are: first, you must not deceive your master and destroy your ancestors, second, you must not betray the sect, third, you must not kill each other, and fourth, you must not fall.
Entering the wrong path. These four points have been explained now. If any of you and others dare to violate them, you will not be leniently spared."
When the subordinates heard this, they nodded incessantly. Another commentator said: "Those who can enter the walls of the ten sects, which one is not a blessing from the previous life, and which one will be stupid enough to betray the sect."
"It's the best, it's the best. None of us among the casual cultivators have endured endless sufferings, only to be rewarded after all the hardships. We are fortunate enough to become members of the Ji Lei Mountain Sect. From now on, we vow to practice diligently in order to repay the kindness of knowing and encountering someone."
"you do not say……"
"..."
Listening to the comments of the people around him, Lang Fei curled his lips, a little disapproving. These simple casual cultivators may not know, but he was very clear-minded. Elder Wuxuan was just bluffing. 1. The Ten Evergreen Sects, which
There are no spies from the other nine sects in one sect, and there is no sect that has not planted spies to the other sects. This matter is just something that the senior officials of each sect are well aware of but tacitly understand.
The forms of cultivation are intricate and complex, and one move can affect the whole body. Although each sect is intertwined with each other, they all have a sense of proportion. They only place spies among ordinary disciples and do not touch the core disciples at all.
The core disciples are the essence of the sect and the foundation of the inherited tradition. No sect can tolerate the presence of spies from other sects among the core disciples. If one party oversteps its bounds, once the matter is exposed, war between the two sides will be inevitable. And because of this,
The relationship between the ten sects of Evergreen has been accumulated for tens of thousands of years. It is very complicated. It is like a thread of love. It is constantly cut and chaotic. When the two sides go to war, the remaining eight sects will be implicated. At that time, it will develop into a relationship that sweeps the entire Evergreen.
A catastrophe in the world of immortality.
Just like that 100,000 years ago, there were fifteen sects in the Evergreen Realm, who share the same spirit and share weal and woe. It was precisely because the Yin Yang Five Elements Sect ignored morality and justice and sent a spy to the Haotian Sword Sect to infiltrate the core disciples and plot evil.
Being found out by the Haotian Sword Sect, a fight broke out between the two sects. Unexpectedly, the war was like a snowball that was getting bigger and bigger. In the end, there were fifteen Changqing sects, and countless second-rate and third-rate sects, big and small.
All the sects were dragged into the quagmire of war. Later, the war that swept through the entire realm gradually subsided after thousands of years. Countless small sects were wiped out and lost in the long river of history. Even fifteen large sects
Five of them, including the Haotian Sword Sect and the Yin Yang Five Elements Sect, also declined as a result and gradually withdrew from the stage of history, forming the current trend of ten everlasting sects.
Precisely because no sect can guarantee that it will survive such a war, therefore, taking history as a guide, no one dares to do anything wrong and sow such evil consequences that could lead to the annihilation of the sect.
"Okay, Miaoluo, take the ordinary disciples among them down. First, go to Chengzong Pavilion to receive the Dharma title, register and register. Then arrange all the trivial matters such as residence and practice place with the Secretary of Internal Affairs."
"Yes, Master!" A Taoist with thin eyebrows and a square face bowed to accept the order and led the ordinary disciples out one after another.