Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Liecheng, miscellaneous halls, a place full of fish and dragons, gossips flow here quickly.

"Tianyuan general election is held every three years, and there are still three days left." The man who spoke was a bearded man, his tone was excited and regretful at first, "It's a pity that I'm waiting for a mortal child, I'm afraid I won't have this chance."

"Don't be discouraged," the man in the blue shirt next to him patted him, "Let's not say it's us, even those geniuses in Tianyuan, didn't they just sharpen their heads and want to rush in, but what happened?"

There was a moment of silence in the tavern, thousands of talents flocked to the foot of Tianyuan Mountain every year, and only a few dozen people were selected.

When everyone was immersed in helplessness, the man sitting by the window suddenly asked, "How is Tianyuan treated?"

The atmosphere of silence suddenly disappeared, and there was a burst of laughter. The bearded man who had spoken before said with a smile: "There are countless secret books on Tianyuan's cultivation, and magic weapons are even more..."

The man interrupted him impatiently, "I mean food, clothing, housing and transportation."

The bearded man was stunned, "Of course it is the top one. Tianyuan Mountain is not only full of aura, but also has inexhaustible treasures from heaven and earth, and there are also cranes as a means of transportation." As he said, his eyes were somewhat fascinated.

Someone said: "Your Ah Da's aptitude is not bad, why don't you let him try it."

The bearded man smiled wryly and shook his head, "I know exactly how much he weighs, and I'm content to be able to enter an ordinary sect."

"In this way, Tianyuan can think about it." A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone looked at the man by the window in disbelief. You know, even Liu Wangshu, the first genius in Liecheng, would not dare to use such a speak in tone.

Someone wanted to sneer, but found that the man had disappeared.

"He, he didn't use the flying weapon."

The bearded man woke up suddenly, and slapped his legs vigorously, "Immortal."

As we all know, in order to prevent the sect from lacking stamina after the master's ascension, and at the same time increase the prestige of the sect, the sect will recruit loose immortals, and Tianyuan is the sect that claims to have the strongest loose immortals.

Just when everyone was still caught in the trap that an immortal would come to a tavern in Liecheng, the man appeared out of nowhere with messy hair, "How do I get to Tianyuan?"

Just now, it was just a side view, but a closer look at this man has a heavenly face, the beauty is rare in the world, the bearded man's breathing became disordered, "I, I don't know, come on, let's go with the feeling."

As soon as the words fell, the man disappeared again, leaving only a sentence in the air——

If you want to know if your son can be selected, ask Bixian.

Tianyuan Mountain is composed of two peaks, 180 in size, and each peak has its name. Shangwu Mountain is one of them. It is specially used to select disciples in the sect. It is majestic and full of aura.

There is no mountain to climb, and it is not difficult to get it from the world, but it is difficult to go to the blue sky on the way of cultivating immortals.

There are always more than 1000 people in Lingling on the mountain, including the royal family and the children of aristocratic families. In short, people with a bit of genius and fame gather here. They are only twelve or thirteen years old, but they don't gather together to joke and make trouble like ordinary teenagers. Seemingly unintentionally paying attention to the people around him.Regardless of their previous identities, they are all proud to enter Tianyuan.

Except for the occasional communication, most of the time, everyone will keep silent rationally. What is important in cultivation is xinxing.Because they learned some breathing techniques from their family members, they quickly climbed to the top of the mountain.

There is also a part, although the talent is good, but it is slightly inferior to simply relying on self-exploration, and it is still trying to climb the mountain.

The silent teenagers on the mountain are observing the mountain intentionally or unintentionally. Most of the people around them have seen it before and know a little bit, but the innate thing like talent will not change because of the family you are in. They need to really pay attention to it. , is the person who is going up the mountain. Among these people, there is no guarantee that anyone will have an amazing talent.

Pay attention to them not only at the bottom of the mountain. On the main peak, there are several figures sitting and standing, all of whom are well-known people in the cultivation world today. Different from his laziness, the man beside him had a solemn expression, his lips were tightly pressed, and he was not angry.

"I said, Wei Zhi, you have had a hard face for more than 100 years, are you tired?" The man in the green gown pointed the direction down the mountain with his slender fingers, "However, a few of you have a good background this year."

Wei Zhi kept his eyes on the mountain.

A total of four elders present, including Hua Yun who has been laughing all the time, did not relax to observe the performance of these young people after entering the mountain. The matter of recruiting apprentices should not be hasty. There are many talented people every year, but there are only a few people with top talents. Everyone wants a good seedling, and the four of them, including Wei Zhi, don't care about it on the surface, but in private they are fighting for a student with good qualifications.

"Huh?" Hua Yun bit her lip.

"Why, someone caught your eye so soon?" Yuan Ziping, who had been sitting silently on the right, asked.

"That man, why do I think he is eighteen or nineteen?"

The other three elders looked, sure enough, there was an older youth wandering here.

At this time, in Shangwu Mountain, Gongyilin, who had already climbed for half a stick of incense, was not very happy to see that there was still a thousand-foot-high mountain top. He hated climbing mountains. During the assessment period, a formation was set up in the mountain to prohibit flying.

"Are you okay?" A voice came from behind, and Gong Yilin turned his head to see a fat boy standing not far away. Because he was too fat, there was only a slit in his eyes.

"Oh, I said little fat man, you still care about other people." The skinny young man stopped to look at him, then looked at Gongyilin, "You, don't you also come to participate in the selection of disciples?"

"That's right." But his participation was not a disciple selection.

At this time, he didn't know that Sanxian didn't need to participate in the selection of Rausch, as long as he showed his identity and strength, the sect would definitely recruit him.

"I heard you right." The man laughed just now, "No one in this world knows that Tianyuan generally only accepts disciples under the age of 13. Seeing you like this, I have to call you Uncle Sheng."

Although I don't know how old he is, but his appearance is about nineteen, and the saying of "calling uncle" is just to humiliate people.

"Kou Mingda, don't insult people." Before Gong Yilin said anything, the little fat man couldn't bear to speak.

"Let's talk when you climb up." They came from the same place, but they didn't have a good relationship. Kou Mingda smiled mockingly, jumped lightly, and walked several feet away.

The little fat man smacked Kou Mingda's back, and glanced at Gong Yilin, "Big brother, you still..."

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped on the head, "Sir."

Innocently being beaten, the little fat man didn't say anything, thinking that this gentleman came to take the assessment at such an old age, this kind of perseverance is worth learning for him.

"Little fat man," Gongyilin waved at him, "Sir, I am old and my legs and feet are not flexible. How about carrying it on my back?"

The little fat man hesitated for a moment, Gongyilin smiled and took out a sesame seed cake from the storage bag, and he immediately agreed with bright eyes.

On the main peak, Yuan Ziping, who saw this scene, shook his head, "It's just nonsense."

Hua Yun waved his hand, "Look at them, they won't be able to get up the mountain on time, don't worry about it."

Eating sesame seed cakes, even though he was carrying someone behind his back, the little fat man felt more motivated.

The time for half a stick of incense has passed, if you can't reach the top of the mountain, you will miss the assessment time, the little fat man gritted his teeth, and rushed up desperately, but he was out of breath before he could reach the distance.

Just as he couldn't take it anymore and was about to rest for a while, Gongyi Linzhuang seemed to pat him on the back unintentionally. The little fat man immediately felt his physical strength regained strength, leaned forward, and rushed upwards with all his strength. Before he knew it, he was shoulder to shoulder with Kou Mingda.

It must be because he ate the biscuits, the little fat man raised his chin proudly, and was about to rush to the top with all his might, when he suddenly heard Gong Yilin say, "Stop."

Little Fatty, "I still have strength."

"Anyway, you won't be late now," Gong Yilin said, "you just lag one meter behind him, and keep this distance."

Although he didn't know why, the little fat man still did it.

Kou Mingda gritted his teeth and speeded up, but every time he turned his head, he saw the little fat man following him unhurriedly, trying to shake off, but the other party stuck to him like brown sugar.

It didn't take long before the breathing became disordered and the rhythm was out of balance.

No, you can't fall into this kid's trick.Kou Mingda stabilized his mind, regained his rhythm, and strode forward.

"Overtake him." Seeing this, Gong Yilin squinted his eyes and slapped the little fat man on the back.

"Oh."

When passing by Kou Mingda, Gongyilin cleared his throat and sang loudly: "The speed is seventy miles, and the mood is free..."

Kou Mingda couldn't hear what was next, and within a few blinks, the other party was already far ahead of him.

"Damn it." He was really anxious, even that fat man could be ahead of him, and it would not be ashamed to spread the word in the future.Regardless of the original plan, his steps were chaotic, and he only wanted to chase up. After a while, his energy was exhausted, and he could only watch the fat back getting smaller and smaller, turning into a point, until finally, it disappeared from the field of vision .

After the time of the two incense sticks passed, less than 200 people reached the top of the mountain.

Kou Mingda was the last one, his face was pale when he came up, staring at the little fat man and Gong Yilin, wishing he could eat them.

"Look there!"

Someone yelled, and four people flew down from the highest mountain peak, and there was no sound of touching the ground when they landed.

One of them came over, and with every step he took, there was a burst of strength.

The teenagers couldn't help being startled, what a terrifying cultivation base!

"I don't know if I will be as powerful as them one day." The little fat man murmured.

Gong Yilin smiled and said, "The most important thing in everything is perseverance."

"My name is Shen Shan, and I will be in charge of the selection of Tianyuan disciples this year."

"Elder Shen Shan." The teenagers lowered their heads and called out respectfully.

Shen Shan nodded, "Line up in two teams according to height, with the smaller ones in front and the older ones in the back, and conduct the assessment of the spiritual stele in turn."

"I object."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and they all looked together to see who the short-sighted person dared to challenge the elders openly.

It was Gong Yilin who spoke, "You are discriminating against tall people."

Shen Shan gave him a cold look, "In that case, rank them by age, with the youngest standing at the front."

As soon as this remark came out, Gong Yilin was still the last one to test, but his goal was the long-term meal ticket plan, so he didn't speak again.

Seeing that Gongyilin was deflated, Kou Mingda felt happy from the bottom of his heart. He didn't know what was good or bad, and the few people who could be ranked first according to their height looked at Gongyilin with a bit of unkind eyes at this time.

As the first boy walked up to the monument, everyone held their breath, feeling a little nervous inside.

The monument stands here, tall and majestic, and everyone is eager to find a miracle.

As we all know, the size of spiritual power is determined by the light, and the level is determined by the color. The secondary colors orange, green, and purple are the lowest, and the three primary colors red, yellow, and blue are the highest. The stronger the spiritual power, the richer the color.

Orange is for body training, green is for soul training, purple is for forging soul, red is for fire, yellow is for soil, and blue is for water.

"Inject as much spiritual power as possible into the monument," Shen Shan said.

The young man nodded, gritted his teeth, and circulated all the spiritual power in his body. He didn't even dare to open his eyes, thinking in his heart not to be inferior, absolutely not to be inferior.

A strong orange streak suddenly appeared on the spiritual tablet.

"Intermediate orange." Elder Shen Shan made a note, "Next."

The disappointment in the boy's eyes was evident.

The little fat man also looked a little sad, "What if I am also orange?"

Gong Yilin: "Then go develop the game."

"Developing a game?"

"Well, it's called Orange Light Game."

Time passed by every minute and every second, and it was already dusk when he arrived at Gongyilin. He yawned and found that there were two people left in front of him.

"Chu Shihong, a high-level spiritual root."

Hearing this, everyone was startled. Although Chu Shihong is not top-notch, it is also a kind of rich red color. The intensity of the light is strong enough to show that this person's talent is strong, and the speed of practice in the future must be rapid.

Even Elder Shen Shan, who recorded it, nodded in a subtle way.

"next."

"dark red."

It's also an excellent talent, but it's a pity that with the people in front of him as a comparison, the light dimmed a lot.

"Next.

Gongyilin stepped forward, and put his slender, fair hand on the stele. At first, there was a touch of red, but the color changed suddenly in the next second. A stream of purple light spread rapidly upwards from the bottom of the stele, until it reached the sky.

"Purple inferior?"

"But the light is so bright, is it the best of the lowest?"

"...He didn't test out that it was red just now, how could the color change midway?"

The people below were talking in low voices, they didn't know, but if their elders came here, they would definitely understand.

"Xianyuan." Elder Wei Zhi spat out two words, and the other elders were startled, and each had their own thoughts.

These teenagers may not know, but they know very well what Xianyuan is.

Many years ago, the comprehension world sneered at the word "Xianyuan", but now, anyone who has a "Xianyuan" will be robbed by various sects once they find out.

The word "flying" is easier said than done.The last time someone ascended in the comprehension world dates back to 200 years ago. Since then, no one in the entire continent has succeeded. It is not that the ascension failed, but the last process that the ascension must go through-the Nine Heavens Xuanlei has never appeared again. Among them, the most widely circulated one is that there is a crack in the sky in the north, and the spirit energy leaks out, which is not enough to make the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder descend.

For decades, the Sky Mending Squad was popular in the comprehension world, and it never returned. Thirty years ago, the owner of Shenmeng Valley got a glimpse of the secret at the cost of burning his soul, and left a few words before his death:' Fairyland'.

From then on, more people looked at chance than aptitude. Those who had great fortune or received inheritance were all enshrined by the sect, and one of them was afraid that one of them was a person who was destined to be immortal.

Shenmeng Valley even made a spiritual stele that could measure the fate of immortality, and sold it to various sects at a high price, although the measurement was not very accurate.

The calculations are based on God's will, so there are bound to be deviations, and errors in calculations cannot be detected. Therefore, the monument has been criticized a lot, but after all, everyone still uses it tacitly.

The purple air is soaring, this is the first time, Lin Ce from the Guangji Sect was the most detected in the past. Hearing that he has reached the top of the stele, Lin Ce's status in the Guangji Sect has risen all of a sudden, and even the head teacher pays close attention to him.

In fact, Gongyilin's talent is not bad, low-level red, but compared to his fairy fate, it is far behind.

"That's right, it's a high-level qualification. After the test, you can come under my sect." Elder Shen Shan said.

As soon as these words came out, the young men who were proud of their talents just now opened their eyes in disbelief. Tianyuan always chooses from high to low after the test, and rarely asks for disciples directly, unless it is a special case. Outstanding.

Although it is a high-level talent, after all, the light red is measured, which means that the spiritual power is not strong enough, and it can only reach the point where it can be seen by these elders who have seen geniuses all over the place.

To their surprise, they were still behind. Just as Elder Shen Shan finished speaking, a playful voice came, "I think he is quite good, and I happen to have spells suitable for this kind of talent cultivation."

Hua Yun stood up and walked to Gong Yilin, "How about it, you will have all the benefits of joining my sect."

Red is the main fire, and the fire element is naturally suitable for Gongyilin's cultivation.

"Fire?" Yuan Ziping said with a smile, "I remember that you don't seem to play with fire."

Hua Yun raised her chin, "So what? I can still treat him badly."

They have people with top talents under their command, and they are sent out every year to practice, but they have not achieved great fortune. The best thing about adventures is that Yuan Ziping's big apprentice got a magic weapon a few years ago.

To put it bluntly, they are all poor people with little predestined relationship to immortality. Now that they see Gongyilin, they all want to keep it for themselves.

"Cultivation is no joke. His main fire element is indeed not suitable for practicing under your sect."

Hearing this, Hua Yun glared at Wei Zhi, "Could it be that you are suitable for him?"

"nature."

Wei Zhi opened his mouth, and the other three frowned. No matter what he looked at, this Gongyilin didn't meet Wei Zhi's requirements for accepting disciples, but Wei Zhi was not a person who talked freely, so he calmed down and listened to what he had to say.

But when Wei Zhi walked to Gongyilin and stared at him for a while, Gongyilin was terrified by his gaze, and then he heard the person in front of him say in a deep and powerful voice: "This kid has a very high IQ. under my door."

Teenagers who have just climbed to the top: ...

The three elders: ...that's shameless.

Seeing this, Gong Yilin frowned. At this moment, he probably guessed that the recruitment of Sanxian and the selection of disciples were not carried out at the same time, so he took a step forward, ready to explain clearly the reason for his visit.

Tianyuan, the main hall

Two pillars surrounded by green dragons stand here, majestic and majestic. At this time, in the center of the hall, there is a man standing there with his hands behind his back, dressed in an extremely plain white robe, with a cold expression.

"Is the general election over?"

The disciple in front of him bowed his head respectfully and said, "Bing is the master, a total of 51 disciples have been selected."

"Fifty-one?" A cold voice came out, "Why is there one more?"

"This……"

Before he could say anything, he felt a heat in his chest, and when he lowered his head again, the register in his arms was gone, the disciple hurriedly raised his head, and at some point, the head teacher had already taken the register to look through.

"Gongyilin, 19 years old." The white-robed man who was called the head teacher did not get angry immediately, "Wei Zhi accepted him. He has always been very strict with his disciples. How is this boy different?"

The disciple stuttered for a long time, but he couldn't squeeze out a word.

An icy coercion hit him, and he didn't dare to hide anything. He closed his eyes and summoned up his courage and said, "Listen, I heard that he has a very high IQ!"

As soon as the words came out, the disciple thought to himself: Elder Wei Zhi, you can ask for blessings.

The author has something to say: Gong Yilin: It's normal for everyone to rush for me, this is the touching charm of Shuangshang.