In Fengweishan Square, three generations of old, middle-aged and young people gathered together to watch this triennial test conference.
Almost all of the people waiting to take the test were teenagers, even children. Those who passed the test were very happy and rushed to tell each other. The changes were like a fish leaping through a dragon's gate, which made the people who passed the test extremely ecstatic.
"Next."
Zuo Wuzhou was neither sad nor happy, and his expression was more indifferent than indifferent.
He didn't want to listen to those discussions, but countless voices still entered his ears stubbornly. He lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and clenched his fists, anger and sadness intertwined in his heart.
"It's this trash again. I've been here for so many years and still haven't found anything. I really don't know what the sect was thinking back then, to receive such a trash disciple."
"Not only are they trash, but even the trashiest people have made great progress after so many years of hard training. But this guy named Zuo is worse than a trash. Not only has he gained nothing, but he has become even worse than before."
"Garbage is garbage. I'm afraid the sect lost its sight and fell in love with such garbage."
Countless people gloated, countless people were jealous, and countless people sneered and ridiculed.
When the sound entered his ears, it was like thousands of needles pricking his heart, causing Zuo Wuzhou's angina to ache and bleed, making him extremely angry. When he joined the sect, those who called him trash were among those who had not tried to please him.
No one had ever befriended him by flattery.
However, when he falls, he is the first to be trampled on, and the ones who trample him the hardest are just such a group of people.
Fortunately, over the years, Zuo Wuzhou's repeated journeys from the clouds to the mud have made him extremely determined and able to control his mood. He just said silently in his heart: "Others laugh at me and step on me and despise me, the more I have to work hard and be determined."
The stern voice came from an uncle of Fengwei Sect. He examined Zuo Wuzhou coldly, with disgust in his eyes, and announced it loudly!
"Zuo Wuzhou, failure!"
The square was filled with roars of laughter, and countless jeers rushed into our ears like a tide. Hundreds of people looked at each other with gloating, which was enough to break the self-confidence of many people. But Zuo Wuzhou was able to walk back calmly, and countless people who were close to his ears.
Ridiculed, unscrupulously and even arrogantly.
"Trash is trash. You are destined to be trash for the rest of your life. Go back and be your country farmer."
"Don't waste the sect's time and efforts, don't become a big joke to the sect, and lose the face of the sect."
Zuo Wuzhou remained silent, sitting cross-legged, with a seemingly indifferent expression. Unseen by others, his ten fingers were clenched into a fist, which had already been pinched into his flesh, bleeding red and angry blood.
Zuo Wuzhou lowered his eyes in pain, and his teeth were almost broken.
He hated the Fengwei Sect for being humiliated over the years, but he also hated himself for being useless and failing to advance in cultivation. If he hadn't been ups and downs over the years, and had already strengthened his resolve amidst the humiliation of others' gossip, I'm afraid even he would have been
They all already looked down upon themselves.
"I entered the Soul Academy at the age of five. I stood out at the age of eight and was accepted as a disciple by the Fengwei Sect. Why is it that at the age of eighteen, I am not advancing but retreating in my cultivation? Why!"
Among the third-generation disciples of the Fengwei Sect, he was the only one who was accepted as a disciple at the age of eight. When the Fengwei Sect accepted him as a disciple, they had high hopes for him, and even caused a stir within the sect.
sensation.
He entered the Soul Academy at the age of five and became a member of the Phoenix Sect at the age of eight. This is a rare genius in the whole country. However, this genius of his has gradually degenerated into a waste year after year, day after day, and is worthless.
of waste.
He was almost eighteen years old, and he was even worse than when he was eight years old. Not to mention that he couldn't figure it out, even the Fengwei Sect couldn't figure it out.
Amidst the cold words, the three-year test conference was finally over. He no longer cared about how many people had passed the test and were able to formally practice, or whether they had not passed the test and needed to continue cultivating their abilities and strengthening their foundation.
When he first joined the Fengwei Sect in the name of a genius, he might have had a sense of belonging. But as his cultivation deteriorated to the point where he was worse than a waste, the Fengwei Sect treated him with indifference and even expelled him many times.
When he went down the mountain, that sense of belonging was gone.
Zuo Wuzhou's residence in Fengwei Mountain has been changing with his cultivation. He was initially trained as a direct disciple, and he lives in the best residence among the third generation disciples.
Then, his cultivation kept changing, and so did his residence. From the main hall, to a side house, and then to a woodshed. Then, he was forced by other disciples to join hands and not even be able to live in a woodshed, so he had to build a thatch in a remote place.
Room.
The thatched house cannot withstand wind and rain. Fortunately, in the past five years, Zuo Wuzhou has been driven home most of the time and does not spend much time living in the thatched house.
His only friend in Fengwei, Feng Changqing, is already waiting for him here: "Wuzhou, you're okay."
"It's okay." Zuo Wuzhou smiled: "How is your cultivation?"
Feng Changqing grabbed his shoulders and looked into his eyes worriedly: "Wuzhou, there are rumors that the sect will drive you out of the door, is it true?"
Zuo Wuzhou sneered: "I wish I could."
Feng Changqing said angrily: "How can this be done? I'll tell Master! I don't believe you can't cultivate it."
"Forget it!" Zuo Wuzhou grabbed his only friend and looked at him carefully: "I don't want to be in Fengwei Sect anyway."
Feng Changqing was dejected: "Then if you leave, we won't be able to see each other in the future."
A friend in need is a friend indeed. When Zuo Wuzhou was accepted into the sect in the name of a genius, countless third-generation disciples wished they could flatter him earlier. Over the years, those who once flattered him were the ones who humiliated him the most.
Among other people, only Feng Changqing's friendship with him is getting better and better.
The warmth and warmth of human relationships are nothing more than this.
Zuo Wuzhou had naturally known for a long time that he was going to be expelled from the door. The Fengwei Sect wanted everything except trash. Especially for a trash who once had a reputation as a genius, wouldn't it be a laughing stock to stay?
Xing Zuo Wuzhou didn't understand it many years ago, but after years of experience on the mountain and down the mountain, he knew everything. How could he not guess the Fengwei Sect's plan.
When he turned eighteen, he was officially kicked out of the door.
In the last two months of Fengwei Sect, Zuo Wuzhou didn't go anywhere and only persisted in practicing in the thatched house. Even though he was determined to be unable to practice the soul path in his life, he never showed any signs of it.
Have given up.
Even if it was determined that it was impossible to become a soul cultivator, Zuo Wuzhou never gave up on cultivation. In the last days of Fengwei Mountain, he continued to practice crazily day after day.
Time flies, just two months have passed.
Zuo Wuzhou will be eighteen years old on this day. Unless something unexpected happens, the next day will be the day when he will be kicked out of the door.
Zuo Wuzhou left the hut for the first time in two months and rushed to visit Feng Changqing and say goodbye to him.
Probably because it was night, there were not many disciples in Fengwei Mountain along the way. Occasionally, I met a few who sneered: "Hey, isn't this our genius? It's the future hope of our Fengwei Sect."
Zuo Wuzhou turned a deaf ear and carefully walked into a group of houses. This was where the third-generation soul warriors lived, so he had to be careful.
However, some things cannot be avoided. Halfway through the road, someone came towards me. Zuo Wuzhou recognized that the person who came with him was the few people who went into the mountain with him. One of them was suppressed by his reputation as a genius.
He has hated him for a long time. This person named Fang Youde is also the one who humiliates the person he hates the most.
When Fang Deshan saw the "trash" Zuo Wuzhou, he felt humiliated: "Genius, come here!"
Zuo Wuzhou held back his anger and walked forward slowly!
They slapped him and sent him flying away. These people laughed loudly: "You are a genius, fight back, hit me. Aren't you a genius?"
Zuo Wuzhou dug his fingers into his flesh and muttered silently: "When others insult me, I should work hard. One day, I will pay back tenfold."
After being beaten and humiliated arbitrarily, Fang Deshan and others temporarily lost interest in this after-dinner pastime and kicked Zuo Wuzhou out!
When they were far away, Zuo Wuzhou took a breath, vomited blood, and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. He continued walking to Feng Changqing's residence, and halfway through, he suddenly felt a faint trace of soul power floating around.
"Is it possible that someone is refining the soul tonight?" Zuo Wuzhou thought to himself: "That's not right, this is the residence of the third generation of soul masters, soul refining should not be here."
After standing in silence for a while, Zuo Wuzhou suddenly found that the ten major acupoints in his body that had been indifferent for many years began to move with the power of the soul.
Suddenly, a loud shout pierced the night sky and came: "Ancestor Wen, don't be distracted, concentrate your mind and calm your soul."
Zuo Wuzhou suddenly sneered. It must be that a third-generation disciple whom Fengwei Sect valued was about to have his soul settled, and he was protected by an expert.
However, at this time, the soul power became more and more intense, and the ten major acupoints in his body started to function for the first time in many years.
The ten major acupoints are the acupoints that accommodate the three souls and seven souls. Taking the three souls and seven souls into the body from the outside is the way to cultivate the soul.
His ten major acupoints had never been moved for many years. This time, they started to move surprisingly unexpectedly, spinning like a vortex. All the ten major acupoints were gray whirlpools.
"It hasn't been touched since that year. Has the problem of the ten major acupoints been eliminated?" Zuo Wuzhou was surprised and happy.
After standing in silence for a while, he suppressed his joy and quickly went to Feng Changqing's residence, but he couldn't find him.
When he returned to the hut sadly, he found that Feng Changqing was waiting for him anxiously in the house.
When the two friends met, they were immediately overjoyed and a little sad that they were about to part ways.
After a night of blessing each other with Feng Changqing, they reluctantly said goodbye. They both knew very well that this separation might mean that they would never see each other again.
The distance between soul cultivators and ordinary people is the deepest chasm, which blocks the intersection between soul cultivators and ordinary people. Maybe one day, Feng Changqing will become a soul warrior or a soul martial master. At that time, the distance between them will become farther and farther.
.
After cherishing each other, Feng Changqing finally left.
Zuo Wuzhou remembered that the top ten acupoints in his body had changed for the first time in many years. He simply took out a soul-soothing stone from his bag and started to recite it silently according to the formula!
Among this soul-suppressing stone is a hollow soul, which is specially used for testing.
He recited the mantra silently, put a drop of blood on the soul-suppressing stone, and carefully activated the soul-suppressing stone. The empty soul spontaneously came out along the finger, and entered one of the three soul orifices in the body along the predetermined meridians.
No matter how Zuo Wuzhou practiced in the past, the empty soul could only stay in the soul orifice for half a while at most, and then it would naturally dissipate, and the soul orifice could not bear to burst.
But this time, the empty soul lived in the soul aperture, and nothing happened. Not only that, but following the formula, the gray vortex of the soul aperture began to spin, making the aperture appear extremely spacious.
"It feels like I can accommodate many empty souls. It's really strange. Am I really well?" Zuo Wuzhou was surprised.
It stands to reason that reaching this level would be enough to prove that he could officially become a soul warrior. However, after years of ups and downs, he could not believe it for a moment. The problems that had hindered his cultivation for many years actually disappeared overnight.
After several tests, Zuo Wuzhou finally determined that the original obstacle no longer existed, and he was overjoyed to find that the sky was already dark.
Since Zuo Wuzhou was sure that he could practice cultivation again, he felt calm and sneered in his heart: "You, the Fengwei Sect, regard me as the butt of a joke. You have humiliated me for so many years. You must not have thought that I would have a breakthrough one day."
"The Fengwei Sect is such a disgusting place. I don't want to stay there all day, so it's better to go down the mountain quickly." He had made up his mind and had no nostalgia for the Fengwei Sect.
After making a plan, he felt a surge of anger in his heart. He had to pay back the humiliation he had suffered over the years.
The broken door of the hut was kicked open, and a third-generation disciple said coldly and disdainfully: "Master asked you to come over!"
Zuo Wuzhou was away from the mountain all year round and had nothing to pack. He took his things and went straight to see the so-called master.
When he first entered the sect, his master treated him well. But once his cultivation became more and more degraded, his true face was revealed. The so-called master not only did not say a word about the humiliation of his fellow disciples, but actually added fuel to the flames and acted coldly.
Treat him as if he were transparent.
Zuo Wuzhou can naturally see clearly who treats him well and who treats him badly.
The so-called master gave him a cold and disgusted look, then turned away: "Have you brought the gold?"
Zuo Wuzhou was furious in his heart: "Okay, you don't even want to look at me. You don't think I am a disciple, but you think I just think you are a master."
Zuo Wuzhou threw the package on the ground indifferently: "Here is a thousand taels of gold!"
Without these thousand taels of gold, it would have been impossible for him to make it down the mountain alive.
"From today on, you have nothing to do with Fengwei Sect. You are useless. Get out!"
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Walking halfway up the mountain, we walked out of the gate of Fengwei Sect.
Zuo Wuzhou suddenly looked back, his eyes shining brightly, glaring coldly at the Fengwei Sect shrouded in clouds and mist!
"You must have never imagined that I can already practice cultivation."
"When I come back, I will repay you ten times for the humiliation you gave me!"