I don't want to accept Long Aotian as a disciple today

"Hahahaha I have been in the registration office for the promotion ceremony for 200 years. This is the first time I have seen such neat five spirit roots. It is almost like a garlic sprout cut off with a single knife!"

"Hahahahaha... Bao Er, are you going to laugh me to death..."

When the burly body cultivator carrying a big knife uttered such vivid sarcasm beside the Lingyan where the spiritual root was tested, a burst of laughter erupted at the registration office, and all the monks laughed up and down, and that body cultivator Bao Er also showed complacency, It seems that he has endless aftertaste for saying such a clever irony.

Qin Chiyu withdrew his hand on the spiritual rock, frowned slightly, looked at the results of the spiritual root test, came to the red-clothed disciple who filled out the information at the registration office, and asked, "So, can I register?"

The red-clothed disciple showed an indescribable expression, swallowed his saliva, and said, "You can do it without being afraid of death."

Qin Chiyu breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, where should I fill it?"

Seeing this newcomer, Bao Er found out that he was a good-for-nothing with five spiritual roots, and he dared to apply with a shy face, so he couldn't help being interested.He leaned over the long table at the registration office, and the heavy iron knife hit Qin Chiyu's feet with a "bang".

Qin Chiyu felt the floor tremble, looked sideways, and saw a bearded man leaning over to look at him, his thick arms covered with long hair were propped on the table, his big index finger knuckles were tapping on the table, making a rhythm Sexual percussion.

"Bao Er." The bearded man stretched out a hand the size of a cattail fan, and patted his chest.

Qin Chiyu looked at him and said nothing.

"Boy, you have character." Bao Er laughed, and then he picked up his big knife and slammed it on the desktop of the registration office, knocking Qin Chiyu's registration form into the air.

Qin Chiyu frowned.

"What's your name, let me see." Bao Er grabbed the registration form floating in the air, put it in front of his eyes, and said, the small characters are quite beautiful, but why are they so hard to read together...

"Qin-only-Yu." Bao Er shook his head, "You're a bitch."

Qin Chiyu stared at him, but still didn't speak.

"Are you dumb?" Bao Er slapped the registration form back on the table, "I, Bao Er, can sit upright and don't bully the disabled! Boy, listen to my advice, don't sign up for the Immortal Promotion Ceremony, and go home Go live a comfortable life! Seeing that your outfit is clean and tidy, it should be that your family is quite affluent, right?"

"Second Brother Bao, he is not dumb, he just spoke." The skinny monk next to him reminded.

"I know, let me put it this way, isn't it the same as being disabled?" Bao Er laughed loudly, and the people around him burst into laughter again, "Did you hear that? The preliminary screening after ten days will let you There is no dead body, the coercion of the heaven rank is not something people without a foundation can bear..."

Saying that, Bao Er looked at Qin Chiyu.

Unexpectedly, the thin boy who was being ridiculed by all kinds of sarcasm under his nose was neither irritated nor frightened, he filled out the application form without saying a word, and handed it to the red-clothed disciple: "Look, there is no problem. "

The red-clothed disciple looked it over and replied, "No problem."

Qin Chiyu nodded and turned to leave.

Bao Er suddenly jumped up, grabbed his arm, and pushed him back to the table like a chicken.

"Where is I talking to you?" Bao Er felt his slender arms in his hands, as weak as noodles, and he was even more disdainful, "You want to participate in the ceremony of promoting immortals just because of your small body? I participated in the four , didn’t make it to the final election, and there is no hope for you! Don’t try to be opportunistic, go home early and find your mother to breastfeed!”

Qin Chiyu was pressed on the table, without struggling or speaking, just staring at Bao Er.

Bao Er was stared into hair by his pair of dark eyes, and for no reason a chill ran up his spine.

He was unhappy, and was about to teach Qin Chiyu a lesson.

Suddenly another person bumped into the door, causing a commotion, all the monks' attention was diverted from Bao Er's side to the door.

That person is even stranger than Qin Chiyu.

He was carrying a bamboo basket, which was full of fresh medicinal plants. How fresh were they? The roots just dug out still carried a large piece of soil, and fell down with the pace of the man's walking. .The man came to the registration table with strides, and there were already clods falling all the way behind him.

The clothes on his body are even more strange: tight shorts, densely patched, and there are newly worn holes on the wrists and knees; There are sparse blades of grass hanging on the tip.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a medicine farmer who has just landed.

His face was even darker, weathered from the wind and the sun, with square Chinese characters, thick eyebrows and big eyes, exuding a simple and honest temperament. He belonged to the kind of masculine guy who is especially popular with older girls in the village.

"Sign up." The boy made a straightforward voice.

The red-clothed disciple asked in accordance with the usual practice: "What's your name? Which sect did you study under?"

The boy thought for a while.

"Must have a name?"

Everyone was shocked, you said it was fine if you didn't have a master, what the hell is it without a name.

Bao Er also unknowingly let go of Qin Chiyu, all his attention was attracted by this new guy.

"The only one, I am the only one." The young man gave himself a name on the spot, "There is no teacher, I am self-taught, I am the only one in heaven and earth."

Everyone: "………………"

The forehead of the red-clothed disciple twitched, and he didn't want to ask any more questions, so he took out a blank registration form and gave it to the boy.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the boy finished writing the application form as if no one else was there. When everyone saw it, the boy's handwriting was surprisingly beautiful.

He must have used an alias on purpose. He can write, but he doesn't have a name yet?impossible.

"What's your last name?" The red-clothed disciple tapped on the registration form.

"Can't the surname be Wei?" The young man was puzzled.

"No." The red-clothed disciple lowered his face, "Write down your surname."

The boy glared at him, and poked a ghostly character on the paper with a charcoal pencil.

"Fu Weiyi." The red-clothed disciple read, then raised his head and pointed to one side of the spiritual rock, "Go and put your hand on the spiritual rock over there to test the spiritual root. If there is no spiritual root, the registration form will be invalid."

Fu Weiyi pushed aside all the monks, strode to Lingyan, and pressed his hand on it without hesitation.After a short tilt, there are two thick and long spiritual roots on the spiritual rock - the dual spiritual roots of fire and earth.

All the monks couldn't help but sigh in admiration, this drug farmer who came from Yeluzi has such a talent, he was mistaken.

Fu Weiyi glanced at Lingyan, as if he was just looking at an ordinary rock. He was not surprised by his talent, and he had nothing to be proud of.

He returned to the registration desk, completed the registration, picked up the bamboo basket, and wanted to leave here.

As if he suddenly remembered something, he turned his face to the side, staring directly at him with black and white eyes under Xuan eyebrows, and said in a deep voice: "It's nothing strange."

Qin Chiyu was taken aback, wondering why this person said such a sentence to him suddenly.

"Hahahaha, there's nothing strange about this waste wood with five spirit roots. Compared with this old farmer who didn't know who came out of the field, it's really nothing special." Bao Er laughed loudly.

All the monks seemed to have got an explanation, and they all burst into laughter.

Amidst the roar of laughter, Fu Weiyi strode away as if no one else was there.

Curiosity arose in Qin Chiyu's heart, and he chased him out to the street outside. He looked around, but he didn't see the shadow of the man named Fu Weiyi.

He lowered his head and found the dirt falling on the ground.

That's right, then Fu Weiyi walked all the way and dropped the dirt all the way, follow the dirt, and he will definitely find the target.

However, Qin Chiyu could not find any trace of Fu Weiyi.The soil dregs fell all the way to the edge of the field outside the Taoist market, and merged with the soil in the field, and it was impossible to tell where Fu Weiyi was going.

Qin Chiyu had no choice but to go back to the house of the old couple Han.

The next day, Qin Chiyu followed Mr. Han's instructions and came to a martial field near the Xuanmen market. The martial field was built on the middle of the mountain, surrounded by straight poplar trees, and some branches were tied with red cloth belts, fluttering in the wind.

The Martial arts arena is supported by spiritual veins, and there are always outside cultivators who come to occupy the arena all year round.

Qin Chiyu arrived at the Martial Arts Arena before dawn, and came earlier than the others. He took down the wooden identification card issued by the registration office for the Immortal Promotion Ceremony, and placed it on a wooden trough in front of an open space.

Afterwards, he began to take a horse step without moving according to the practice method in the book "Building the Foundation".

Zama step is the most basic entry-level movement of outer martial arts. Although it is basic, it has a very good effect on strengthening the cohesion of the dantian.

He had just stood still when he heard someone beside him also come to take up a place.

Qin Chiyu calmed down, closed his eyes and stabilized his dantian, slowly bent his knees, and lowered his upper body.

His legs began to shake uncontrollably.

The 17 years of inactivity in the four limbs is coming back at this moment.

Qin Chiyu tilted and almost fell down. He controlled his upper body with super willpower, looking for a point of balance and effort. The soreness gradually turned into a pain like a needle prick, and it rose densely along Qin Chiyu's ankle. Calves, knees, waist, back, shoulders...

Sweat flowed down like a waterfall.

Qin Chiyu controlled his consciousness, and only thought about one thing in his mind, that is, when Yelan destroyed the country, how his father and mother died tragically in front of him, and he did nothing and was powerless to save them.

I don't want to experience this heart-wrenching feeling of powerlessness again.

I don't want to watch someone close to me suffer while I can't do anything...

Qin Chiyu's thoughts gradually entered a state of emptiness, and the pain was still tormenting, but it seemed that there was a curtain between Qin Chiyu and Qin Chiyu was able to maintain his sanity in a small area.

The five spiritual roots in the dantian emit airflows of different colors, and the airflows are integrated into the meridians with breathing, supporting the energy needed by the body.

"Hello!" A rough voice broke in suddenly.

Qin Chiyu received a blow to his chest. Immediately, the surrounding barriers and five-color airflow disappeared, and a large shadow fell. He opened his eyelids and looked forward. In a blur, he seemed to see a face covered with beards.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood sprayed on Bao Er's face.Bao Er's eyes widened.

He just came here to practice martial arts, and happened to see those two strange people he met at the registration office yesterday——Qin Chiyu and Fu Weiyi, one on each side, occupying the spiritual veins of the martial arts field, and he didn't know what they were doing there.

When Bao Er walked up to him, he found that Qin Chiyu was striding forward, his face was sweating a lot, and his body was still swaying back and forth, so he wanted to wake him up and ask him what the hell he was doing.

Unexpectedly, with this push, Qin Chiyu sprayed blood all over his face.

This, this is too weak!

Bao Er felt that his face was hot and sticky, covered with blood, and the outer monks who were practicing around him also looked over one after another, with annoyed expressions on their faces.

"If you don't practice, get out, don't cause trouble here!" A irascible old man at the Jindan stage yelled.

"It's almost time for the first screening of the heavenly ranks. What's going on in Bao Er's mind? He's still causing trouble here. Is he planning to fight again in 50 years?"

"We can't live as long as he does physical training and taking drugs. We can't bear it for 250 years!"

Although Bao Er has been in the registration office for 200 years, he is still three points short in front of these cultivators who have the potential to enter Taoism. At the end, he glared at Qin Chiyu.

Qin Chiyu ignored Bao Er, he didn't have that much time to spare, so he wiped his mouth with his backhand and waited to practice again, but someone next to him handed over a clean towel.Qin Chiyu thanked him for taking it, and wiped off the blood on his face. Seeing the dots of blood on the towel, he felt very embarrassed: "I'll return it to you after I wash it later."

As he spoke, Qin Chiyu raised his eyes to look at the person handing the towel.

Thick eyebrows, big eyes, square long face.

"You were from yesterday...?"

Fu Weiyi nodded, looked at Qin Chiyu, and asked, "Did you practice it yourself?"

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