As a self-cultivator, I actually have eggs? !

The prosperity of the world is all for profit; the world is full of hustle and bustle, all for profit.The same is true in the cultivation world. Jing Chuhan managed to get to the Hundred Thousand Swords Gate before the summer solstice. He was afraid that he would miss the once-in-a-ten-year opening of a mountain to accept disciples, but this noisy place is really for the Hundred Thousand Swords Gate. place?

"Spiritual Grass - 50-year-old Ruobingcao, don't miss it when you pass by, it will guarantee your cultivation level to reach a higher level before the Hundred Thousand Swordsman accepts disciples!"

"The spirit sword is coming. If you want to learn swords, you must have a good weapon!"

"Breitling wine is here! It's fragrant and mellow to enhance your cultivation, you won't regret buying it!"

"The talisman is here, come and take a look if you are interested, it is a good and affordable talisman!"

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Jing Chuhan originally thought that this place would be as quiet as Hengyun Pill Gate, but the facts surprised him. Looking at the noisy market in front of him, he once again wondered if he had gone the wrong way. It is also difficult for him to see such a lively market.

This small market is opened in a small town at the foot of the mountain. The streets paved with bluestone slabs are lined with exquisite or magnificent shops. The wide stone roads are full of small stalls, leaving only a small aisle for pedestrians. Walking, there are so many small stalls that you can't see the other from one end at a glance, it is really prosperous.Pedestrians on the street crowded shoulder to shoulder, most of their faces were excited, there were a lot of people shopping, and there were also a lot of people buying, it was as lively as the New Year in the world.

After hesitating for a while, Jing Chuhan walked to a small stall on the side of the road that was not shouting. The fat stall owner's eyes lit up when he saw Jing Chuhan, and he greeted him enthusiastically, "Friend Daoist, do you want to buy spiritual seeds? My stall is full of commonly used spiritual seeds." , new species! The germination rate is extremely high, and it is a good choice whether you buy it for your own use or sell it.”

The stall owner introduced with guns and cannons that Jing Chuhan was white and exquisite, and his clothes were not bad. One could tell at a glance that he came from a family with some background. do business.

Jing Chuhan squatted in front of the stall to look at his seeds, and said in a low voice, as if casually asking, "Isn't this the Hundred Thousand Swords Gate? Why is it so lively?"

"Yes, why not?" The stall owner smiled and raised his head and pointed to the distant mountain peak to signal Jing Chuhan, "Here, that mountain is Wanjian Mountain. Now its protective array is open and you can't see it. In fact, there are many people inside. Qiankun, there are a lot of people. We usually do business here, but now it is approaching the once-in-ten-year season of the opening of the Hundred Thousand Swordsmen to accept apprentices, so it is extra lively. It seems that you also want to come to apprentice? If you really If you pay homage to Hundred Thousand Jianmen, Jianmen will give you a small yard, you can buy some seeds and plant them right now."

"According to your auspicious words," Jing Chuhan rummaged through the stalls, and picked up a few plump spirit seeds in his hands, his face was not very happy, "I just don't know when the Hundred Thousand Swordsmen will accept disciples. , is there any inn nearby?"

Seeing that the business was in full swing, the fat stall owner became more enthusiastic with a smile: "The Hundred Thousand Swords Gate has always been the summer solstice opening to accept disciples, and there are three days to sign up, that is, these two days. As for the place to live, fellow daoist It’s not too late, the Yunqi Inn in the town should still have a place, fellow Taoists, just go there and ask. It’s very close, oh, it’s over there, and you can see the one with the dusty yellow flag at a glance Home is it."

Jing Chuhan didn't ask much after he had achieved his goal. He took out seven low-grade spirit stones from the storage bag at his waist and bought more than a dozen seeds in his hand, then hurriedly walked to the place pointed by the stall owner. Go to that inn.

This place is so big, and the stall owner pointed it out clearly, soon Jing Chuhan booked a low-grade single room in Yunqi Inn.

Sure enough, within a few days, there was a lot of news at the foot of Wanjian Mountain that the Hundred Thousand Swords Gate was accepting applications. Overnight, many monks appeared out of nowhere, so that this small town was crowded with people everywhere. They are all people who want to join the Hundred Thousand Swords Gate.

To Jing Chuhan's surprise, most of the people who came to apprentice were teenagers, many of them were accompanied by their parents, and some of them were children of seven or eight years old.After inquiring about Jing Chuhan, he found out that the Hundred Thousand Swordsmen has only accepted children from the seventh grade in recent decades, because this part of the people has the most potential, and the loyalty to the sect is also high when cultivated.

The lifespan of a monk in the qi training period is about the same as that of a long-lived mortal, that is, seven to eighty years old. If he came to practice at the age of two or thirty, it is estimated that he would not be able to cultivate anything when he died of old age, let alone build a foundation. It would be a waste for the sect to accept this part of the people resource.What's more, the mortal world is filthy. The later you practice, the more impurities will be deposited in your body, and it will be more difficult to do anything. Therefore, many sects do not accept disciples who are too old.

Because of the age limit, those who sign up must first have their bone age measured. Only when the bone age meets the requirements can they be eligible for registration.

"Jing Chuhan, 17 years old, No. 760 No. [-], you can go to the square to measure the spirit stone and test the spirit root. Next." There were too many people who signed up, and the speed of bone age testing was extremely fast. The disciple of Wan Jianmen was so busy that he didn't even raise his head. After hastily drawing a talisman, he handed Jing Chuhan's sign to him, and waved him to wait there.

Jing Chuhan took the sign and went to the long queue on the other side, but before he reached the queue, a commotion suddenly broke out behind him.

Jing Chuhan looked back subconsciously, and saw an old man kneeling on the ground holding an ignorant yellow-haired child, kowtowed vigorously, and begged with tears streaming down his face: "Prince Immortal, please be merciful, the child has passed six years old It's half a day, and it's not far from the age of seven. His parents are both dead, and the little old man can't live for a few more days. The fairy elder passing by said that he has spiritual roots, so the little old man took him to the tenth place after all the hard work. Wan Jianmen's..."

As soon as the old man said these words, everyone around cast a sympathetic look, and the young cultivator in charge of the test also showed a look of unbearable expression, but he still refused in embarrassment: "This——, this is really against the rules. , you'd better let him come back ten years later."

Hearing this, the old man cried even harder, "I don't dare to hope that the noble family can directly accept the child under the family, I just want to give the child a chance to let him test the spiritual root. It’s hard work to get here, please.”

The cultivator looked embarrassed and was about to say something when a middle-aged cultivator with a mustache came over in a hurry after getting the news. He motioned to the disciples around him to help the old man up, "Old man, it's not that we are intolerant, It’s just that there are no rules, how can a sect as big as a hundred thousand swordsmen be flexible? Rules are rules, we only accept disciples from the seventh grade, and this point will never be changed easily!”

The middle-aged monk’s words were not only addressed to the old man, he used the Voiceless Curse, and as soon as he said these words, everyone in the square could hear them clearly. For a while, there was no other sound in the square, only him The words echoed.

Some people still feel that they can't bear it, and some people have already expressed their approval. The middle-aged man paused and then said: "We are not unreasonable, so it is really not easy for you to come to the Hundred Thousand Swords Gate. You If you really want your child to worship under the Hundred Thousand Swords Gate, and leave him in the industry under the Hundred Thousand Swords Gate to be a boy first, we will not lose him, and when he is old enough, the next Hundred Thousand Swords Gate He will sign up again when he opens the mountain to accept disciples."

"This..." The old man hesitated for a while, finally gritted his teeth and took the child to kowtow again: "Thank you, Immortal Elder, we will follow the Immortal Elder's arrangement."

Seeing this, Jing Chuhan stopped paying attention. After this episode, he had a basic understanding of the Hundred Thousand Sword Sect and had a good impression of the Hundred Thousand Sword Sect. This strengthened his determination to stay in the Hundred Thousand Sword Sect .

Although the team was long, [-] people from Jianmen were divided into sections for the test, so the team was not moving slowly. By about Si time, Jing Chuhan had already arrived in front of the testing spirit stone.

There is a large table in the test shed here, and five monks are sitting behind the table, all young monks.

"Jing Chuhan, 17 years old," the young monk sitting in the center took the token from Jing Chuhan's hand. With a flash of spiritual power in his hand, a phantom appeared above the token, which was exactly the appearance of Jing Chuhan himself. The monk glanced at it After comparing it, he nodded and said, "Well, I am right, you just put your hand on the spirit measuring stone and input the spirit power."

The spirit-testing stone is a large jade-colored square stone, which is placed obliquely in front of the monk's desk. Jing Chuhan took a look at the huge spirit-testing stone, feeling a little nervous. He quietly took a deep breath, Put your hand on the spirit measuring stone, and concentrate on inputting spiritual power into it.

Following his movements, the test spirit stone soon emitted a burst of soft multicolored aura, and the monks in charge of the test present looked at Jing Chuhan in surprise. Spiritual roots are very rare. Most people with poor aptitude have three spiritual roots and four spiritual roots, and few have all five elements.

Moreover, looking at the soft and well-proportioned multicolored light emitted by the measuring spirit stone, it can be seen that this young man's spiritual roots are very balanced, and each spiritual root has good aptitude, which is even rarer.

Putting away the surprise on his face, the monk sitting in the middle of the seat looked at the bottom seat of the measuring spirit stone, and announced: "The five-element spiritual root, the twelve levels of Qi training."

To be honest, the twelfth level of Qi training is nothing to all the monks here, but it is very strange to a boy who is only 17 years old and has no apprenticeship. In fact, they have been here for almost a morning. The sick young man was the first monk they met who had practiced qi above the tenth level.

The monks here looked at each other, and some were undecided. Generally speaking, the spiritual roots of the five elements are very rare, and most of them are relatively heterogeneous. Not to mention the slow cultivation speed, the quality of the spiritual roots is not good, and the aptitude is too poor. It is difficult to achieve anything , so most sects reject five-element root monks.

But this young man has the [-]th level of Qi training. If he has passed the watershed of the [-]th level of Qi training, it proves that his aptitude is not bad. Enter the inner door, what about this young man?

Let him be accepted into the inner sect. Judging by the spiritual roots of the five elements alone, even if it is a balanced five-element spiritual root, the spiritual root is still too bad. If he is sent to the outer sect, he is a monk on the twelfth level of Qi training. Not in line with the rules.

No one spoke for a while, and finally the young monk sitting in the center turned his eyes to the monk on the far left, with a questioning look on his face, "Senior brother, what do you think?"