Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

  Chapter 9 Detection

As time goes by.

  The originally invisible team was now clearly countable, and more and more qualified teenagers passed the test, with a total of fifteen teenagers.

  Cheng Buzheng roughly estimated the time in his mind, and it would take another hour to finish, and it was almost sunset time.

  From morning to sunset, there are six full hours.

  Suddenly.

  A strange sound resounded among the crowd who passed the detection boy.

   "Cuckoo.."

  The burly young man who had endured hunger for a long time had a shameful look on his face. Although he didn't say it out loud, his stomach did not disappoint and expressed that it needed to eat.

   Heard the words.

  The teenagers standing on the side of the immortal looked at each other, and in an instant, it seemed that some invisible contract had been reached.

   "Cuckoo.."

   "Cuckoo.."

   "Cuckoo.."

  Cheng Buzheng's belly also expressed his opinion, as if they had a tacit understanding with each other, they looked at the immortal on the side together.

   Immediately.

  The strange sound was like symphonic music.

  The young immortal was taken aback when he heard the strange voice, then he smiled slightly as if he had thought of something.

   "Forget that you are still mortals and need to eat every day. This is one pill per person, enough for you to not need to eat for a month!"

  While speaking, he wiped the small bag on his waist, held a long-necked porcelain bottle in his hand, poured fifteen pills into the palm of his hand, and then raised his palm.

  I saw the fifteen pills, like eyes, suspended in front of every teenager, no more, no less, one pill for each.

   "Thank you, Immortal!"

  The young immortal waved his hands and said:

   "There is no need to do this, we will all be in the same sect from now on, and you are all my juniors, so you can just call me 'Brother Huang'!

   Immortals are called by mortals, and my generation is all cultivators with the goal of becoming immortals.

   You guys take a break, I will continue to test here! "

   "Thank you...Brother Huang!"

  The teenagers couldn't wait to grab the panacea in front of them and took it.

  Cheng Buzheng suppressed the curiosity in his heart, and also pinched the panacea floating in front of him. This was the first time he saw it, and he was not in a hurry to take the panacea, but looked at it carefully.

  He knew that this panacea must be the most low-level panacea, but it is not something a mortal can possess.

  This panacea, its appearance is not good, the panacea is dark in color, and there is a layer of faint light on the surface, which is enough to show the magic of the immortal's methods.

   At this time, his stomach protested again.

   "Cuckoo.."

  Cheng Buzheng didn't delay, he took the panacea he got for the first time in his life, and the bigu pill melted in his mouth, like a warm current, warming his entire stomach.

  In an instant, he didn't feel the slightest sense of hunger.

  The elixir of the immortal cultivator is really miraculous and extremely effective.

  The sun was setting, and more than half an hour passed in a blink of an eye. There were only four sparse teams in the square, and occasionally a few teenagers trotted over anxiously from outside.

  The detection speed was very fast. After two quarters of an hour, no teenager entered the square.

  At this moment, the old man in a black robe sitting cross-legged in the center and who had never said a word opened his eyes and glanced at the young man who passed the test.

The seemingly immortal old man, when his eyes fell on him, Cheng Buzheng's hair stood on end, as if he was being watched by a wild beast. If he didn't know that the old man was his own, he would have estimated how far he would have run how far.

  The old man in black robe looked away from him, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, but he thought to himself, "Is this a cultivator? I can't bear just one look!"

  The old man in black robe said hoarsely: "How many people are included this time?"

   "Report to Senior Uncle Ding, Pingan County has collected fourteen people with four spirit roots and two people with three spirit roots, a total of sixteen people." Senior Brother Huang replied respectfully.

   "Yes, so many seedlings can be included this year, which is beyond my expectation. There were only three or five people before, but it's a pity that there is not a single spiritual root!"

  Uncle Ding looked at the boys with a look of pity.

   "You have an hour now, go back and say goodbye to your loved ones. After an hour, we will leave immediately, and we will wait without saying goodbye!"

   The voice just fell.

  A handsome young man saluted respectfully, and then said:

   "Master, I'm going out to say goodbye to my parents!"

  Master Ding took a stroll and looked at the boy attentively, and said lightly:

   "It's too early to call me Shishu now, call me after you officially join the sect!"

  Hearing the words, the handsome young man was startled, then reacted, and said:

   "It's senior, I'm stepping down!"

  Master Ding closed his eyes again, and ignored the boy who had just passed the test.

   Not long after, the seventeen teenagers basically left one after another. Before leaving, they still sat cross-legged on the ground respectfully, closed their eyes and rested their minds. Master Ding saluted and then retreated.

Cheng Buzheng did not leave, if an accident happened at this moment, wouldn't it be a great opportunity lost, not to mention that the relatives were not around, and the clothes left in the inn were all worthless things, which were made of medicinal materials. It would be a pity to abandon it.

   But it was not enough for him to leave at this critical moment to retrieve three porcelain paint bottles.

  He believes that the immortal has enough deterrent power to make those powerful families dare not act rashly. Although the possibility of accidents is very small, it is better to be safe.

   While Cheng Buzheng was secretly regretting those bottles of paint, he found that there was only one young man in coarse linen, who had not left just like him.

  This young man is quite strong, with a simple and honest face. This person is a four spirit root. Is it because his relatives are not in the county, or is this person cautious?

  There are only two teenagers with three spiritual roots, one is him, and the other is the handsome boy who was the first to speak.

   He still knows the truth that rare things are more valuable, and the qualifications of the three spiritual roots should be better than the four spiritual roots.

  The spiritual root aptitude is exactly the same as the setting in the Internet hit novel "The Legend of Mortal Cultivation" in the previous life, but I don't know what is different behind it.

   Various thoughts kept flashing through his mind.

  After more than half an hour, all the teenagers returned to the square one after another. They didn't dare to come here until the last moment.

  The anger of the uncle is not something they newcomers who have just joined the sect can bear.

   Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Master Ding closed his eyes and meditated. At the moment when all the young men arrived, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in them.

  Master Ding stood up, looked at the young man, and said expressionlessly, "Now that everyone is here, let's go!"

   The voice just fell.

  Uncle Ding stretched out his hand to caress the small bag on his waist, and a jade boat the size of a palm appeared in his hand. With a wave of his hand, the jade boat rose in the wind.

  In the blink of an eye, a giant jade boat hundreds of feet long was quietly suspended above the square.

  (end of this chapter)