Chapter 256: The role of good reputation in making true disciples
The fire is burning, like a never-ending blazing holy fire domain. Over the past month, many forgers have been extracting fire seeds inside.
Among this group of casters, the visitors from Fengxi Sect attracted the most attention.
As for Lin Daoyan, the oldest and most senior elder of the Refining Hall, when he appeared, he was like a firefly in the dark night, extremely dazzling.
Hong Yuan's master Lin Daoyan, escorted by several elders, slowly stepped into the depths of the fire realm and took out the first fire in the Fengxi Sect's Weapon Refining Hall in the next ten years.
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This is a ritual, a ritual that unites people and increases their sense of identity.
This ceremony is held in every hall of Fengxi Sect, and is usually presided over by a friendly old man with high moral standing and seniority.
This time, it was Lin Daoyan’s twenty-third time.
Lin Daoyan is already over 200 years old this year. Even if he had good fortune when he was young, it would still be difficult to continue.
As for the idea of launching a charge towards the realm of Martial Saint and starting the catastrophe of becoming a Saint and becoming an Immortal to gain more lifespan, after facing the tragedy of the tragic death of his dear first disciple and second disciple, his thoughts on becoming a Martial Saint have become much lighter.
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Especially after the birth of his daughter Lin Yiru, it became even more difficult for him to abandon everything and move towards the realm of martial saint.
His only thought was to cultivate a proud disciple and take back the blessed land of Eagle Immortal.
"Alas~" Lin Daoyan suddenly sighed and slowed down.
As soon as he moved, several other elders also slowed down their pace and accompanied Lin Daoyan to walk slowly.
In an era when saints did not appear, the oldest people ordinary warriors could come into contact with were only people like Lin Daoyan.
"Senior brother, why are you worried?"
"Yes, senior brother, although you will no longer be the first elder of our weapon refining hall after next year, you are still a highly respected senior. If you have any questions, you might as well talk to us?"
"It's extremely, it's extremely..."
Several elders cared about each other and wanted to help Lin Daoyan relieve his worries.
Lin Daoyan didn't say much. He just stroked his white beard and continued to move forward slowly.
But at the end, Lin Daoyan thought of his close disciple, Hong Yuan.
If there is any one of his disciples who is most likely to achieve the goal of regaining the Eagle Immortal Blessed Land, it can only be Hong Yuan, who is invisible.
Zhu Wushang has mediocre qualifications, Bai Ge is unlucky, and Zhao Gonghe is impatient.
Only Hongyuan, only Hongyuan!
"A Yuan, I hope you can become a true disciple this year, so that I can better pave the way for you." Lin Daoyan secretly whispered in his heart.
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Nanyang County.
The Fengxi Sect's garrison is under strict security today and the troops are deployed very strictly.
Even Hong Yuan, who was waiting quietly in the refining room, felt the chilling atmosphere. Through Li Yan Gu's insight, Hong Yuan observed that a certain important figure was injured and had to return to the station for treatment.
This big shot is surprisingly the Long Zhandu who was easily crushed by Hong Yuan!
After just one glance, Hong Yuan felt bored and withdrew his gaze.
Half a month later.
According to the agreed date, Hong Yuan put the rhizome into his storage bag and headed towards his office cabin.
Under the stone pavilion in front of the office hut, Hong Yuan saw Liu Jichi, the outer deacon.
At this moment, Liu Jibian was walking back and forth in the stone pavilion, his face looked happy and sad for a while, and he was still mumbling something.
"Hong Yuan will succeed, he is a talented caster."
"Don't fail, don't fail. I'll be counting on assassinating Rijian for the rest of my life..."
Hong Yuan's ears were very good, so he heard Liu Jichi's words even though he was far away.
After hearing these words, Hong Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and he did not feel any contempt for Liu Jichi.
Tread...
When he was about to arrive, Hong Yuan stepped hard and made his footsteps louder.
Liu Jichi turned around when he heard the sound, with a humble smile on his face, and walked quickly towards Hong Yuan.
"Senior Brother Hong, I wonder if my Cirijian is healed? If it's not healed yet, I'm not in a hurry. You can take your time." Liu Jichi said in an almost flattering manner.
"Haha, you don't have to be like this, it's already been done." Hong Yuan responded with a warm voice that was as refreshing as a spring breeze.
Feeling the gentleness in Hong Yuan's words, Liu Jichi was deeply moved.
Although the outer deacons are said to have been converted from official disciples, in the eyes of many practicing disciples, these outer deacons are not considered disciples of the sect at all, let alone those practicing disciples who are about to be promoted to true disciples.
Under Liu Jichi's gaze, Hong Yuan patted the bag, and a large kettle appeared in the air, floating faintly.
This large jian is blue-red in color, has three points and two blades, and the edges are frosty. It has the potential of wind and fire converging, making people feel fearful just looking at it.
"Baby, such a treasure." Liu Jichi looked at the big fish and was fascinated for a moment.
A good weapon is the second life of a warrior, and those kendo warriors have an astonishing saying: "The sword is where the man is, but the sword dies and the man dies."
Although regular warriors are not so crazy, they still cherish their own weapons very much.
"This is your weapon, go and try it." Hong Yuan smiled.
But he was not doubtful but was overjoyed, because this proved that Hong Yuan did not cut corners and cast the components for him properly.
Liu Jichi excitedly danced in the open space in front of him, and the fire wind emerged beside the thorn sun, and the rays of light flowed.
The more he danced, the joy in Liu Jichi's heart increased little by little.
After completing a dance routine, Liu Jichi was sweating profusely, but he felt extremely happy in his heart.
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Ci Rijian was standing alone on the ground by Liu Jichi, and then he actually planned to kneel down to salute.
"Absolutely no, I'm just finishing my own thing, don't let others look at it and make fun of you and me." Hong Yuan quickly stretched out his hand to stop him.
"Senior Brother Hong, you don't know something. Although we are both disciples of the Fengxi Sect, the gap between us is as big as heaven and earth."
"If we want to entrust the disciples with something, we outside deacons always have a difficult time, and sometimes we have to endure hardships."
"I never say thank you for your kindness. I, Liu Jichi, will remember this kindness."
Liu Jichi said sadly.
His words also made Hong Yuan somewhat silent. Class differences exist wherever there are people.
Change? Easier said than done.
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Liu Jichi really fulfilled his promise.
With his help, Hong Yuan quickly integrated into the environment here and obtained many easy but rewarding inside tasks.
Bronze leaves flew one after another.
In less than half a year, Hong Yuan successfully passed the examination for true disciples and became a true disciple.
However, the practicing disciples in the same batch as him are still suffering, and some of the practicing disciples predict that they will fail the assessment of true disciples this time.
This incident also made Hong Yuan deeply aware of the role of reputation.
"Although fame is illusory, it really exists. It will be burdened by it, but it will also benefit from it. This kind of mystery is really amazing."
"The list of my true disciples has been passed down to the sect. I can return to the sect as soon as possible without waiting for them."
"Many Fengxi Sect disciples regard me as the true successor of their lifelong dream, and now I have achieved it. If I return to the world of mortals, I can occupy a city, develop it, and create a big family."
"But I am just a passerby in the world of mortals. My future is not here after all. I will not live forever and will eventually become ashes, even if I am as powerful as Emperor Longyang!"
"Now it's time to go to Zhongzhou to find Bo Qing and carry out the catastrophe of becoming a saint."
Various thoughts emerged, causing Hong Yuan to lose his mind.
Following a heavy rain, traces of the flood source disappeared in Nanyang County and headed towards Zhongzhou.