The villains are all my vests

Chapter 211 Once upon a time there was a Cangming Mountain (3)

No spiritual root or incomplete spiritual root means that this child is destined to have little fate with cultivation.

One must know that, to a certain extent, the spiritual root determines how far this person can go on the road of cultivation.

Song Yufeng's mind was active, and Gu Zhihuan had probably guessed what was going on when he mentioned it.

Pingyao Town is located in a remote place, and it has nothing to do with outstanding people.

Until 17 years ago, the young master of a certain family was inadvertently spotted by members of the Xiaoyao Sect and brought back to the Xiaoyao Sect.

Since then, that family has skyrocketed.

Others also had crooked thoughts after learning about it.

It's not enough to have one, but you can still have two.

Song Yufeng curled his lips: "It's really..."

Zhao Lu took them to sit cross-legged on a tree.

Song Yufeng obviously didn't like this place, and he looked a little anxious: "Master, hurry up and arrest people and go back."

"En." Zhao Lu nodded.

He hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand to touch the top of Song Yufeng's head.

Song Yufeng was stunned.

Since he became an adult, Zhao Lu rarely does this action to comfort herself.

"In terms of aptitude in terms of spiritual roots, mortals are mostly disturbing themselves. If you join my sect, you don't need to worry." Zhao Lu said softly.

Song Yufeng blinked: "Speaking of which, I still don't know what our sect is called."

Zhao Lu's expression became indescribable: "Didn't I tell you?"

Gu Zhihuan and Song Yufeng shook their heads together.

Zhao Lu was a little embarrassed, he withdrew his hand: "Cangming."

"Huh?" Song Yufeng raised his head: "Could it be too careless, who gave the name? Cangming Mountain, Cangming Sword, Cangming Sect..."

Chao Lu shook her head, looking a little dazed.

It's not the first time Gu Zhihuan has seen Zhao Lu like this.

According to what Zhaolu himself said, after something went wrong in a certain practice, he didn't remember very clearly what happened before.

Song Yufeng realized that he had asked the wrong question, and obediently admitted his mistake: "Master..."

"It doesn't matter." When Zhao Lu is rarely angry, she always looks calm and breezy.

The three of them chatted on the tree one after another.

Unknowingly, the sun has already set to the west.

Song Yufeng's high spirits from the beginning had become dull.

"Why has there been no one in the afternoon?" Song Yufeng was a little sleepy: "Master, how many days have you been squatting?"

"I picked you up as soon as I arrived." Zhao Lu said.

Gu Zhihuan said: "There were too many children who were abandoned here to die before, and their grievances piled up. The Xiaoyao Sect came forward and strictly prohibited this behavior."

Song Yufeng said faintly: "So we need to pick up people in another place?"

"It's an apprentice." Gu Zhihuan corrected.

"..."

"Someone is here." Zhao Lu said suddenly.

The three of them hid back in the tree together.

After a while, I saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, wearing gray coarse clothes, with his hair tied up casually, and mud stuck to his shoes. He looked a little embarrassed.

The boy's figure has not yet fully developed, and he looks a little thin.

Song Yufeng sighed in disappointment: "This is too big."

If you pick up a child and go up the mountain, you won't eat much, and you won't grab things from yourself.

teenagers...

Song Yufeng involuntarily clutched his purse tightly.

Zhao Lu looked interested.

Song Yufeng was afraid that Zhao Lu would really pick up the child, so he hurriedly chattered and said, "Look at his face, his long eyes and thin lips, he's mostly mean and heartless. Picking him up is definitely not as good as when I was a child."

Chao Lu hesitated for a moment.

He didn't have any special requirements for accepting apprentices, he just wanted to be simple and save trouble.

"I want him." Gu Zhihuan said surprisingly.

Zhao Lu and Song Yufeng looked over at the same time.

Gu Zhihuan stared at the boy, and repeated in a firm and resolute tone: "Take him back."

Song Yufeng was startled: "Master, our school is very poor..."

"I remember you hid your private money."

"Nothing is impossible!"

"In the second hidden compartment behind the bookcase in your room—"

"Master, I think this young man is pretty good! I really, the first time I saw him, I thought he must be destined for us!" Song Yufeng interrupted Gu Zhihuan in a panic.

Zhao Lu was still thinking about what Song Yufeng said earlier: "But what if it's not easy to take it back?"

"I'll raise it!" Song Yufeng said firmly.

"If he eats a lot..."

"I have money!"

"He has a bad temper..."

"I'll bear it! Hey, wait!" Until this time, Song Yufeng realized that the person who sang with him just now was actually Gu Zhihuan.

Gu Zhi laughed with tenderness on his face: "Second Junior Brother, you are really a good person."

Song Yufeng: "..."

"Master, what do you think?" Gu Zhihuan didn't make a final decision.

"Yes." Zhao Lu withdrew her gaze from the young man.

Song Yufeng's last hope was also shattered.

He didn't expect that Zhao Lu's acceptance of disciples was really so casual.

Gu Zhihuan patted Song Yufeng's shoulder: "Go."

Song Yufeng pointed back at himself in disbelief: "Me?"

"This is your future junior brother." Gu Zhihuan said.

"That's your future too———" Song Yufeng was slapped off the tree by Gu Zhihuan.

Song Yufeng was caught off guard for a moment and almost fell to the ground.

But even if he managed to stand still, Song Yufeng looked very embarrassed.

The boy looked up at him when he heard the movement.

Song Yufeng quickly put on a kind smile, flicked his right hand, and took out a folding fan from nowhere, and fanned it in his hand: "You..."

The boy looked away indifferently.

Song Yufeng's words stuck in his throat.

It's nice and has personality.

Song Yufeng controlled his expression and walked around in front of the boy.

The boy stared at him blankly.

On a dirty face, the two lips that were as thin as a knife were pursed into a mean and indifferent arc.

He looked at Song Yufeng with guarded eyes.

Song Yufeng softened his voice as much as possible: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a good person."

"..."

The wariness in the boy's eyes turned into mockery.

Song Yufeng smiled awkwardly: "I'm from Cangming Mountain."

The boy's expression changed.

Everyone in Pingyao Town knows that there is a Cangming Mountain not far from Pingyao Town.

On the mountain lived a cultivator who could fly with a sword.

It's just that at the bottom of Cangming Mountain, there are many restrictions, ordinary people are not allowed to get close at all, and people in Cangming Mountain hardly walk around the mountain.

Over time, everyone almost forgot the existence of Cangming Mountain.

"Are you alone?" Song Yufeng asked.

The boy did not answer.

"Your family—"

"I came here by myself." The boy interrupted Song Yufeng.

Song Yufeng was startled.

He looked at the boy's appearance again.

With a dusty look, it was obviously not the first day he had left home.

I don't know if he has eaten enough these days, his cheeks are deeply sunken, which makes his face look even more dull.

Song Yufeng looked at him, wondering if he was thinking of his former self, he said softly: "My name is Song Yufeng, and I am the second senior brother of the Cangming Sect. I see your bones are amazing, you are talented and intelligent, and I think you and I are destined—"

"Do you care about the food?" The young man interrupted Song Yufeng indifferently.

Song Yufeng opened his mouth: "...Yes."

"I'll go with you." The boy said coldly.

Song Yufeng did not expect things to develop so smoothly.

Could it be that the bones are amazing, and the talent and intelligence are not as good as Guanfan?
Song Yufeng clicked his tongue in amazement: "Can you tell me your name?"

The young man was silent for a moment before he opened his mouth and replied, "My surname is Han, but I have no name."

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