Changsheng: I have been in Jiaofang Division for thousands of years

The Yaoxueyu was placed on the table next to it, Guiling and Heijiao were arguing endlessly as usual.

However, Zhao Mu has long been immune to this.

If you are noisy, just be noisy, just listen to cross talk.

18 years have passed, and the world has changed a lot.

The Great Jin Dynasty has produced a large number of talents in recent years, and young martial arts masters have appeared one after another. Many of the young people's cultivation has surpassed those of the older generation.

There are even a few younger generations who have stepped into the realm of heaven and man.

These young people are basically born in the past 18 years and have innate spiritual roots.

I have to admit that people with spiritual roots have cultivation talents far superior to ordinary people, and others can only envy them in this respect.

In addition, Zhou Yuniang abdicated the throne 13 years ago and returned the throne to the Sima family of the royal family.

These years, Zhou Yuniang, like Zhao Mu, has been practicing in the Midao Palace.

In fact, for Zhou Yuniang, the members of the Sima family can say that they hate Zhou Yuniang deeply, wishing to kill him quickly.

Unfortunately, no one dared to do it.

Not to mention Zhou Yuniang herself, she has the ability to overthrow the entire Sima family by herself.

What's more, there is an even more powerful Chu Ying in Midao Palace.

These two joined forces, even if the Sima family sent the entire forbidden army, it would be for nothing.

So even though the throne has been taken back, the Sima family can only let Zhao Mu and Zhou Yuniang live in the palace without daring to offend them in the slightest.

Zhao Mu put the fishing rod beside him, and looked up at the big fish in the sky: "It's been 18 years, and the entrance selection for the real person in the sky should start soon, right?"

"Why, can't you wait too?"

The voice of the black dragon came from the demon blood jade.

"It's not urgent, it's just that I have stayed in the mortal world for too many years, and I always want to see the scenery of the fairy world and see something different."

Zhao Mu leaned on the recliner, shaking it up and down.

Gui Ling smiled and said, "The fairy world is more cruel than the mortal world, so you'd better be mentally prepared. If you really step into that world, some things may not be as beautiful as you imagined."

"Don't worry, I never thought that the fairy world must be beautiful. What really interests me are those magnificent and mysterious spells."

"Especially the method of traveling to Cangwu and twilight in the North Sea, it makes people feel carefree just thinking about it."

"That's right, it's really hard for mortals to understand that kind of method."

The three of them chatted without saying a word.

Suddenly, two young men, a man and a woman, walked into the Palace of Finding Dao.

"Meet Mr. Chu."

The two saluted respectfully.

"You two are here, sit down."

Zhao Mu said casually.

Among the two young men, the tall and beautiful woman is called Sun Miaoniang, and the man next to him is called Chi Huo, who is as strong as a bull.

These two people are the descendants of Chen Yu's two disciples and grandchildren.

Both of them have innate spiritual roots, plus the relationship with Chen Yu, so they are very attractive to Zhou Yuniang.

Although these two have not been accepted as apprentices these years, Zhou Yuniang often teaches them to practice.

Therefore, the two of them have already stepped into the realm of heaven and man, and they are the best of the younger generation.

A year ago, Zhou Yuniang entrusted Zhao Mu with the task of instructing the two of them when she was practicing in seclusion.

So in the past year, the two of them often entered the Finding Palace to attend lectures in front of Zhao Mu.

Three hours later, today's class ends.

Zhao Mu said: "After today, you don't have to come to attend classes anymore, go back and adjust your state well, wait for a month later, the entry selection of Ziwei Daomen will start."

"Yes, Mr. Chu." The two agreed.

Chi Huo patted his head honestly: "Mr. Chu, what do you think it's like inside the Immortal Gate? Hey, to be honest, I'm going to leave the Great Jin Dynasty suddenly, and I always feel a little uneasy."

Next to her, Sun Miaoniang also had a pretty face.

"I have never been to Xianmen, who knows what it looks like inside?"

Zhao Mu shook his head: "It seems that the training of the two of you is still not perfect enough. The selection of the fairy gate has not really started, so why are you so unstable. You will need to strengthen your training in this area in the future."

"Yes, sir!"

The two agreed, and then they left Midao Palace.

But after a while, Sun Miaoniang walked into the Palace of Finding Tao alone.

"Why are you back?" Zhao Mu frowned slightly.

"gentlemen……"

Sun Miaoniang pursed her lips, and suddenly knelt down on the ground: "Sir, can you accept me as your apprentice?"

Zhao Mu narrowed his eyes slightly: "You know, I won't accept anyone as an apprentice. I told you about this in the early years."

"But……"

Sun Miaoniang still wants to fight.

But Zhao Mu raised his hand and said, "Okay, I know what you're thinking. You don't really want to worship me as your teacher, but you just hope that I can take care of you more after entering the fairy gate, right?"

Sun Miaoniang pursed her lips and did not refute.

Zhao Mu shook his head: "No one knows the situation of Xianmen. If I can take care of it, for the sake of senior sister, I will naturally take care of you two."

"But I'm afraid that when the time comes, I may be too busy to take care of myself, so when the time comes, everything will ultimately depend on yourselves."

"Go back, don't think too much about it, what you should really think about now is how to pass the fairy gate selection."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes, leaned on the recliner and did not speak.

Sun Miaoniang had no choice but to bow again and leave.

"This little girl seems to be a little too clever. Anyone dares to take advantage of her. Does she really think that others can't see through her mind?"

The voice of the turtle spirit sounded.

"This king doesn't like this woman."

Hei Jiao also said: "Chu Ying's rejection was too straightforward just now, but if his tone is a little softer, I feel that this Sun Miaoniang may recommend herself as a pillow. Alas, it's a pity that such a beautiful woman has not a pure mind."

"Yes, compared to this Sun Miaoniang, Mr. Gui, I like that Chi Huo better. That kid has the heart of a child, and once he steps into the immortal way in the future, he will definitely enter the world with great speed."

Gui Ling laughed and said: "It's just that his name doesn't sound very nice, Chi Huo? Foodie? Hehe, every time I hear this name, I feel very hungry, sir."

"Okay, stop joking at this time, and talk about business."

Hei Jiao's voice suddenly sank: "Boy Chu Ying, the two of us have often had bad premonitions recently, and it seems that something ominous is about to happen."

"Unknown? About me?"

Zhao Mu sat up and asked seriously.

Although these two cultivation bases are useless, after all, they were both strong men in the world of cultivating immortals, and some perceptions are still very keen.

Since they said that there is something ominous about to happen, it must not be aimless.

"I don't know if it's about you, but you have to be careful."

"Hey, it's a pity that we have lost all our cultivation, otherwise we might be able to figure out what is going to happen?"

The two said helplessly.

Chapter 124 Ladder

One month later, the 18-year period came as promised.

In the open space outside the capital, people from all over the Jin Dynasty gathered early.

Among them are not only young people, but more masters of the older generation.

Although Daoist Changkong has already said that only young people born in the past 18 years can pass the Ziwei Daoist disciple selection.

But the temptation to cultivate immortality and live forever is too great.

The masters of the older generation were really unwilling to give up at this point, so they also came here one after another, wanting to see if they still have a chance?

On top of the big fish, Master Changkong walked out of the Taoist temple again, looking down at all living beings below.

"Hey, are you really not reconciled?"

He sighed inwardly.

Once upon a time, he was actually one of the mortal beings below, who risked his life to travel across mountains and rivers in order to practice immortality.

It's just that he was lucky, he was born with spiritual roots, so he was lucky enough to enter the Ziwei Taoist sect in the end.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of years have passed.

Today, he is already one of the few strong men in Ziwei Daomen, and he seems to have the qualification to overlook all living beings.

But every time he sees the current scene, he can't help but feel emotional.

Looking at the desire for immortality in those people's eyes, he seemed to see himself once.

But there is no way, some things are doomed, just not.

Without spiritual roots, even if you are the illegitimate child of God, you will not be able to step into the immortal way.

Of course, there are not no people in the world who grow spiritual roots the day after tomorrow.

But that kind of situation is really too rare.

At least with the current cultivation base of Changkong Daoist, he thinks he is unable to do it, helping people grow their spiritual roots the day after tomorrow.

"Meet the immortal."

The crowd below saw the real person in the sky, and immediately saluted.

Master Changkong shook his head and said, "Poverty Dao is not an immortal, but a mere immortal cultivator. No one in this world dares to call himself an immortal."

He spread out his right hand, and a thumb-sized ladder appeared in his palm.

"Everyone, the entry screening set by Pindao is very simple. Next, Pindao will put down a ladder. Anyone who can climb the ladder and climb up my empty ghost beast will be considered qualified for entry."

"Daoist, is it true that only those with spiritual roots can enter the Tao and cultivate immortals?"

Someone shouted loudly, obviously still unwilling.

"That's right, having spiritual roots is the foundation of cultivating immortals. Otherwise, how would you receive the aura of heaven and earth into your body? Without the aura of heaven and earth to nourish your body and soul, how would you improve your life?"

"Of course, spiritual roots are only the basis for cultivating immortals, but it doesn't mean that you will be able to enter Ziwei Daomen with spiritual roots."

"My Ziwei Taoist sect has very strict requirements for disciples. The spiritual roots can be divided into complex and pure. Only those with pure spiritual roots and strong hearts are eligible to enter my Ziwei Taoist sect."

"In the past 18 years, thousands of descendants with spiritual roots have been born in the Great Jin Dynasty, but according to the requirements of my Ziwei sect, I am afraid that only a few dozen of them can get started today."

"But don't be discouraged, everyone. After Pindao leaves, there will naturally be other immortal sects coming to accept disciples. The requirements of those sects will be lower, and you will still have the opportunity to cultivate immortals."

"Okay, now the selection begins, everyone please go up the ladder."

After Changkong Daoist finished speaking, he suddenly waved.

In a bright light, the small ladder in his hand suddenly expanded rapidly, and it turned into a huge ladder in the blink of an eye.

The ladder is located on the ground, and the top is connected to the big fish.

At the same time, an invisible force spread from the ladder, and wherever it passed, the crowd was pushed back by the soft force.

In an instant, a huge open space was cleared around the ladder.

The crowd was in a commotion, and some people who couldn't wait rushed to the ladder immediately.

But they soon discovered that they simply couldn't make it through.

That invisible force, like a tough barrier, blocked all those who did not have spiritual roots.

Sigh!