The cannon fodder of quick travel is not sad

Chapter 652 Nobody Wants to Attack Me 6
The Wuji Sect recruits qualified disciples from the mortal world every three years to inject new blood into this huge sect so that the tens of millions of years of inheritance can continue. Otherwise, relying on the old capital, sooner or later one day they will be replaced by others. The sects replaced them and went to destruction.

This is the lesson of history.

Moreover, if the sect wants to run smoothly, everyone must perform their duties.

Planting lingmi herbs, digging ling mines, recruiting students, don't people need people?
Those who are capable and talented should focus on cultivation, and those who have no ability will do odd jobs, and rely on the contribution of points to receive reward resources and then use them for cultivation.

After all, there are not many children with high aptitude and talent, most of them have four or five spiritual roots, and there are really too few children with Tianlinggen and Erlinggen.

Especially the former, which is hard to come by, and the one with extremely high spiritual root purity is even rarer in a thousand years, it all depends on luck.

This big brain suddenly asked about the sect's recruitment of disciples...

What do you want to do?

Although suspicious in his heart, the suzerain still replied very respectfully, "As early as a month ago, I sent disciples to various places in the God of Choice continent to recruit new members, and I think they will come back in two months."

Yep.

Judging from the information that has been sent back, the students in this class are very capable.

Talented people come out from generation to generation.

Si Ru nodded with a smile, "The deity will also come to participate at that time."

Sect Leader: Huh?

After being stunned for two seconds, I finally realized, "You...you mean..."

Is that what he thought?
You must know that this big brother has lived in seclusion in Zhushan for hundreds of years and has never appeared in front of the world, let alone participated in sect affairs.

this time……

What do you want.

Si Ru nodded and said, "That's right, this deity decided to accept several closed disciples."

metropolitan:……

He was so shocked that even the muscles on his face twisted uncontrollably.

"Are you serious?"

very excited.

Siru glanced at him lightly, "Why, this deity looks like a liar? Or... this deity has lied to you?"

The suzerain hurriedly shook his head, "I dare not, please forgive me."

stunned.

"You said just now that you wanted to pick...more than one?" He heard right, right?

It would be great if a boss like this could really pick a disciple.

What a talent it takes to become the only closed disciple of God's Chosen Continent's only Spiritual Venerable, and just like that, almost everyone is excluded.

In fact, Piao Miao Shangzun didn't have no apprentices before, and he was also a person with excellent talent, but they all fell into the long river of time.

Yep.

Either he died in the Warcraft Forest while training, or he was assassinated by someone trying to steal the treasure, or he entered the secret realm and never came out again...

many reasons.

In the end, Piaomiao Shangzunxin died and decided not to recruit any more disciples.

All alone.

After all, a white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift. Even if you have an extremely strong heart, you can't bear such blows again and again. It's like a knife piercing your heart.

After cutting this many times, it becomes sashimi.

But now, my lord, you are going to choose your disciples again, so... have you come out?
But in any case, this is very important to the entire God's Chosen Continent.

The sect leader was very excited.

"Then what! My lord, look at me... can I do it?"

His originally very upright face suddenly became full of wretchedness.

Siru said calmly, "No, you are too old, and you are not good-looking. My disciple must be selected from this new class."

The Sovereign was not annoyed at being rejected, just a little disappointed.

After all, as the Lord said, he is indeed not young yet and his potential is limited.But what’s the point of not being good-looking?When did cultivation have to depend on one’s reputation?Isn't it enough to have strong qualifications?
This opportunity is rare.

He can't, but the family still has so many little dolls.

"My lord, this disciple has something to ask for."

A confused smile appeared on Siru's face, "I know what you want to say."

Patriarch: Thaksin.

Some of them lowered their heads in fear, "There is a nephew with outstanding talent in my disciple's family. I hope to be lucky enough to worship him as my teacher."

He gritted his teeth and said, "This disciple knows that it is a blessing to be favored by you. If... if he could have a few words of instruction from the Supreme Being, it would be a great blessing."

Accepting him as a closed disciple... It was him who thought about it.

Si Ru said so.

"At that time, let the descendants of your family participate in the selection of disciples."

"Whether you are chosen or not depends on fate."

Of course the sect master knew this and hurriedly bowed his head and thanked her. As long as there was a chance, it would be fine. Ling Ye had a heavenly spiritual root and its purity was also very high. Even among people of the same age in the entire Divine Chosen Continent, there were very few people who could surpass it.

Moreover, the Venerable Master said that there are... a few disciples who are scheduled.

So hope is greater.

Siru said, "I hope to give everyone equal opportunities when selecting disciples."

Sect Leader: Huh?

Did not understand.

Siru smiled and said, "In short, I hope to select a few of my disciples who have a teacher-student relationship with me."

The suzerain widened his eyes in disbelief, "But, there are too many people... why don't the sect select those with low aptitude first, and then, my lord, select the ones you are satisfied with from the high aptitude disciples."

Generally, inner disciples are selected in this way.

Convenient and convenient.

Siru: "No need, just follow the method that the deity said."

When she finishes, you can do whatever you want for the rest.

Sovereign: "Yes."

In front of the big brain, he only has to obey.

Speak with strength.

Siru had finished speaking, "You continue your work, I will leave first."

The suzerain looked reluctant.

Don't panic, my lord, I don't have any important things to do, why don't we sit down and drink tea, play chess and talk about life together.

Your Majesty, you must have had many interesting experiences in such a long life, right?

"Yes, walk slowly."

The sect leader sent Siru out respectfully. Xueyu was still waiting outside the door. He took a look and saw that this spiritual beast was so beautiful.

So beautiful... without desire.

"Best regards, Your Majesty."

Siru didn't even look at the bird and went back to the bamboo mountain.

Xueyu: ...

The system never told her that this Lingzun is so moody.

Yep.

The information received is simply a biographical experience of the bird.

Although Xueyu has been in shape for a long time, even if she signed a soul contract with her master as a bird, she still can't understand the complexity of the human heart.

She only knew that Piao Miao was an extremely indifferent and desireless person.

Not interested in anything.

Except cultivating immortals.

Her mission is to rescue him from his single status.

Followed quickly.

Tell the truth.

She wanted to catch up and grab his sleeve to act like a baby and ask him why he was cold and ruthless to her, but she couldn't.

People will collapse.

The world is capable.

Xueyu has been by Lingzun's side for tens of thousands of years. If she is found to be inconsistent with the original owner, with the sensitivity and meticulousness of these cultivators, it is safe to doubt whether she has been taken away... It will be very troublesome.

It seems that being close to the water is not necessarily a good thing.

Xue Yu sat on the plane tree boredly, watching the clouds and mist below.

She really really didn't like this tree at all, she wanted to lie on the [-]-square-meter soft bed and roll happily.

(End of this chapter)