The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor

At this time in Qingyunzong's medicine garden.

A large number of villagers followed Wu Yongzong into the Dharma Boat, and experienced the feeling of flying here. The first time was a flight of life, and they could not appreciate it. This time, they moved to a deep mountain in Qingyun Zong. It stabilized, and my mood was much easier.

Moreover, the splendid mountains, the immortal spirits, the Qingyun Sect's sights are not commonplace.

Everyone tweeted and kept talking.

Headed by Wu Yongzong and village head Zhuo Qingyunpan at the head of the boat, the boat travels very slowly, as if playing, just like the blood ghost ancestor specifically instructed Wu Yongzong to treat the villagers slowly, without the bumps, and let them The most important thing to watch the Qingyun Sect is to attract people's hearts.

I have to say that the blood ghost ancestors are really powerful. The details of the details are for the villagers. This is for the villagers. It is a good strategy to attract the village head Zhuo Qingyun, so that small things can be seen with the utmost care. This also allows Zhuo Qingyun to see the blood ghost ancestors. Sincerity.

The two were so bored that they played Go, one black and one white, both used true qi as chess pieces, suspended in the void, and scared step by step, so uncomfortable.

Looking at the tiger with a big sword on the side, he felt new and longed for this fairy-like life, but also wanted to practice spells, but he was afraid that the grandfather of the village might call him stupid, and the child could not be taught. The expression on his face was slightly Sorrow, this little lightening can't hide the village head Zhuo Qingyun.

Old Wu Yongzong asked, "Does the child want to practice?"

As soon as these words came out, there were always seven or eight people with sharp ears. They looked at the flying monks and scolded Fang Yun's monks. Who was not envious, they all stared at Wu Yongzong with their eyes and said the next sentence.

This honey gathering attracted a swarm of bees. Old Wu Yongzong couldn't help but laugh. Recently, the affairs in the clan have been cleared, and the happy days have been restored. I saw the names of the villages are unpretentious, and it was only because of the village head Zhuo Qingyun. I started to send the apprentices, one is to receive, and the other is to receive, why not do it.

So he said: "The monk's journey is not easy, not only needs the spirit root, but also fortune. If you want to practice, you may wish to wait for me to measure the spirit root for you."

It is also the root of the spirit, and it is fortune. Where are these honest villagers who know only the enviable side of the monks, but not the difficulties behind them?

Lei Zi asked with great care: "Old Wu Yongzong, we are all very clever, do you think we have spirit roots?"

Old Wu Yongzong smiled faintly. This was really not good for him to explain. The more he said, the more he explained. In the village where he lived for a long time, the villagers who were not familiar with the world did not know enough about the monks and could not elaborate.

I had to reach out and took out a piece of spirit stone from the storage bag, and gave the nearest tiger son, said: "Then you go to measure, this is called the spirit stone, if there is a spirit root, it will shine. If it doesn't, it will not change."

Hu Zi held the measuring stone in his hand, excitedly forgot to say thank you, and turned to share with a group of villagers. Since he was on Qingyun Mountain, he has seen all kinds of immortal style here and became a monk. His dream is now allowed.

"Stop, Huzi, did you forget how I taught you? It's so impolite."

Zhuo Qingyun said sternly.

"Oh, thank you Wu Yongzong, thank you Uncle Wu, hehe hehe."

When he finished speaking, he ran away, and heard a group of villagers crowded together, saying that they wanted to give it a try, maybe this would change their destiny.

"Hahaha, this kid is indeed quite clever."

Wu Yongzong smiled and knew that he called himself Uncle.

"Smile, the child is not sensible."

Zhuo Qingyun said apologetically.

"Reluctant to let Huzi be my disciple, I will teach it well."

Wu Yongzong was always happy to see the hunt, but it was because Hu Zi was more suitable for him, so he wanted to be an apprentice.

"Alas, poor child, born with closed veins, he can't practice gas."

Speaking of which, village head Zhuo Qingyun sighed with regret.

"Naturally closed veins? This can, this..."

But the following words could not be said. Wu Yongzong said all the old sayings, but it became a natural closed vein. How could this apprentice receive it?

Poor Huzi didn't know about it, and happily tried a spirit test with a group of villagers.

With the residual temperature of others, the spirit measuring stone in his hand reached the tiger's hand. Like other people, the tiger's breath was a little short, and he held the spirit measuring stone tightly. After a few breaths in the blink of an eye, there was no light at all. Speaking of the dozens of people who have been tested now, there is no one with roots. The noisy crowd seems to have poured a pot of cold water and their voices are much quieter.

This kind of spirit root is to check a person's root bone, which is born innately, but not born, only to have the foundation for the cultivation of immortals with the spirit root, just like dragons and dragons and phoenixes, and mice will punch holes. Innate factors determine the way of life.

Lei Zi even sighed indifferently. He said that repairing immortals was good, but now he didn't even have the qualification to repair immortals. He stepped forward and patted the tiger on the shoulder, expressing comfort and regret.

Not to mention that Huzi was brought to the village by Zhuo Qingyun, the village head. He said that the strength of Huzi, which is usually good for others, is worthy of admiration.

Huzi failed the test, and subconsciously looked at the village head Zhuo Qingyun, who had nurtured himself since childhood, but did not look at himself at one glance. It was worth the frustration to pass the measuring stone to the next person, and his eyes dimmed back. In the crowd.

After the two incense sticks, the spirit measuring stone in a child's hand suddenly lit up, saying that the light was not big, and the haze gradually revealed, but it brightened up.

"Great, isn't this Wang Er's child?"

"Being able to become a monk, this child will be smooth sailing in the future."

"It's a great thing to be able to visit the Qingyun Sect. The ancestral tomb of Wang Er's family is burning green smoke."

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Twitter said everything. Everyone looked around. There was only a seven- or eight-year-old child cheering and cheering. It seemed like a great glory. The spirit stone in his hand exuded the green man, and the tiger was heart-warming.

"Yeah, there really is one. Although the qualification is not too good, but I can enter the Qingyun Sect."

Wu Yongzong's old gaze remained unchanged, and he swept away with his consciousness, and he knew the situation.

"Alright, the little cubs of the province are chatting around me every day, and they really give me a good time."

Zhuo Qingyun said with a faint smile, but when he saw the envious gaze of Hu Zi next to him, there was a trace of sadness and regret in his eyes.

Hu Zi's every move was taken into consideration. He was brought with him from an early age, saying that he is a disciple, which is equivalent to a son, but Zhuo Qingyun avoided talking about it, just let Hu Zi slowly accept the fact that he was born with closed veins, so as not to embrace it. The fantasy will also save a lot of trouble.