MTL - The Path Toward Heaven-Chapter 8 Born to be born

The sound of tea sounded into the wind.

More disciples noticed the movement in the rear and couldn't help but startled.

Master Lu Lu looked at the movement there, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he was slightly displeased, and his right finger behind him gave a flick.

Huh!

A cold sound of the sword sounds in front of the hall.

The disciples trembled a little, and immediately woke up, and quickly turned back.

Quite quiet between the cliffs, even the birdsongs on the trees in the distance disappeared.

Master Lu's gaze moved between the disciples, staying at Jingjiu and Liu for ten years, and finally fell between the mountains in the distance.

"Don't worry, I don't care what your talents are, you must strive to break through the realm of ceremonies within three months, so that you can hope for the perfection of the gods within three years, and you will have the chance to be recruited into the inner door and become a real green mountain Disciple. I sent the Tianjian Zhengdao to practice, and the word “happy” is not difficult. The dull person, as long as they are willing to spend time and energy, can one day succeed, but the road is clear. How many miles? The road always gets harder and harder at the back, and the peaks are steep and dangerous. In the end, hundreds of feet are difficult to reach the sky, so if you can't enter the inner door within three years, then this thoroughfare will not go. "

He was a little emotional. This passage is for these disciples, and it is also his real experience.

He is already committed to consummating his realm. He can fly with his sword freely, kill in ten steps, and is not stained with blood. To the people of the world, he is like a sword fairy. In the ministerial palaces of the Chaoge Dynasty, he is bound to be respected as worship.

However, in the Qingshan Sect, he could not enter without the state of Chang, Shou Yuan was limited, and he had no hope of breaking through the next few realms, and naturally could not be the focus of the cultivation of the martial arts.

Just like now, he can only teach these outside students in Nansongting. Although this is also very important for the martial arts, but ...

A bit of innocent voice pulled Master Lü out of his feelings.

"Immortal Master, if we practice well, is there a chance to participate in the Cheng Jian competition three years later?"

The young disciple I was talking to did not know from what way I inquired about some Qingshan sects, and knew that for young disciples, Cheng Jian was the most important test.

Master Lu Lu smiled a little, then laughed and didn't answer the question. In his opinion, the question asked by this young disciple was really naive.

Xun gradually heard the argument and low laughter, and through the explanation of the companion, the young disciple realized that only the disciples who had fulfilled a realm were eligible to participate in the Cheng Jian conference.

After Fu Youyi was holding a god, this was the beginning, then Zhitong, and then Mori ...

The disciple who just entered Shanmen was four levels away from Shouyi.

"Want to be successful in two years?"

A disciple of Pu You laughed and said, "Do you think you are a genius like Sister Zhao?"

"I hope you can catch up with the moon."

A voice rang out in the room, shocking everyone.

But no one dares to laugh at each other.

Because the speaker is Master Lu.

But the subject of Master Lu's speech was not the disciple who wanted to participate in Cheng Jian Da Bi.

Following Lu's line of sight, the disciples looked to the back of the team and fell on a person.

Tamarix was ten years old and woke up before waking up, pointing to herself and saying, "You mean me?"

Master Lu said: "Yes, I hope you will be another surprise for Qingshan Jiufeng."

Uh ...

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The young outside students were spread out. Some of them kept reading the introductory recipes, and some looked at the sun among the leaves in a daze. They were naturally divided into several piles.

After these young disciples entered the Qingshan Sect, such a picture has appeared many times. Now they still naturally separate from their status and status in the world according to their place of origin, but in the future they will depend on their respective spiritual realms.

After all, today is a little different. Both the disciples from rich families and the children from poor families are looking at somewhere.

连 Even those disciples who read the book seriously and looked at the sun, from time to time, glanced over there with the light from the corner of their eyes.

Kusui Jiu and Liu Yan were ten years old.

Some people looked at Jing Jiu, and more looked at Liu at the age of ten. No one had forgotten the words before Master Lu left.

Who can think of the most important disciple of Xianshi, not the handsome white boy, but a little boy like him and his class.

究竟 What's so amazing about that little boy?

The previous taunting young man was called Xue Yongge, a family member of Yuzhou County. An uncle from his family practiced at Shiyuefeng, the sixth peak. He was inquiring about the news.

I soon received certain news.

This little boy is a natural Tao!

The disciples of Pu looked at Liu's ten-year-old eyes with shock.

He is different from before, except that he has no jealous look, even envy.

差距 The gap between the two is too big. It is not a hierarchy at all. What use is envy?

There are countless talented disciples in the Qingshan Sect, and how many natural Taoist species have appeared in these years?

In addition to that sister Zhao, there is only the Zhuo Brother on Tianguangfeng who was personally accepted as a disciple by the master!

Now there are such people among them, how can they not be shocked?

薛 The Xue Yongge knew the earliest news, and it was the fastest to wake up from shock. He ignored the classmates who were still dumb, walked straight to Liu ten years old, and showed a mild smile on his face.

"Brother Liu, each of us will have a small courtyard to rest. Which one are you going to choose? If you are not afraid of the noise of Yexi, Jiashijian is an excellent choice. It is close to the sword hall. You can always consult the fairy teacher. With a piece of Zhengyang flower, the fragrance of the flower is quiet, and it has the effect of calming the mind. It is very helpful for me to practice. "

Some disciples did not respond, thinking that Brother Xue, who was so arrogant and indifferent as usual, was so enthusiastic today? Some disciples laughed hard, thinking that Brother Xue ’s response was really fast. No one knows whether the Zhengyang flower is good for spiritual practice. However, if he can live next to the natural Taoist species, it is inevitable for his spiritual practice. Is extremely helpful.

Xue Yongge did not wait for Liu to be ten years old because Liu was ten years old and knew that Jiu Jiu would not pick this yard.

At the age of ten, Yanliu gave Xue Yongge a thankful smile, picked up his luggage, walked to Jiantang, and asked the deacon for the doorplates of two small courtyards in Houshan.

I looked at the young boy in white walking towards the depths of the mountain road and the boy who was born with the Tao, and the disciples were very surprised.

Xue Yongge shook his head in puzzlement and said, "This is really strange."

Who is not surprised that he is born a Taoist and is actually a book boy?

In front of the Jian Jiantang, some people ridiculed Jing Jiu.

The young girls ignored these and looked at the mountain road.

A young girl whispered softly, "The son of Jing Jiu ... beautiful in heart."

Another girl said, "I heard that he is a Chaoge man, and I don't know which man in the house."

Uh ...

Uh ...

Deep in Laoshan Road, in the dense forest far from the stream, there are two adjacent courtyards.

The sun was blocked by the shade of the trees, and the courtyard looked very clear.

The courtyard door was pushed open. Liu was ten years old, put down his luggage, looked at the surrounding environment, wiped a stone bench, and was ready to clean.

"How do you know I don't like the smell of Zhengyanghua?"

Kusui Jiu sat on the stone bench and looked at him with interest.

In the past year, he had talked a lot with Liu when he was ten years old.

"I don't know, but the ... brother said that the yard was leaning on the stream."

Tamarix said at the age of ten: "The sound of the stream is so loud that the son likes to sleep, so why would he want to live there?"

Sakai Nine said, "Yeah, I forgot about it."

The small courtyard is very quiet. It looks like a thatched cottage, but in fact the residence with a cave in it is also very clean.

I want to come to this cleanliness if there are no disciples to live in.

I didn't need Liu to do anything very much at the age of ten. The bed quilt was over quickly. He took a plate of mountain fruit distributed in advance by the deacon to the courtyard and placed it on the stone table in front of Jing Jiu.

Looking at the uneasy expression on the little boy's face, Jing Jiu said, "Go back to your courtyard and want to read that book."

Tamarix looked up at ten years old, his face flushed and said, "I'm not in a hurry to leave to see the law."

Kusui Jiu knew that he had heard the mockery of his colleagues, UU read the book www.uukanshu. Com is so upset, smiled, and said nothing.

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Laoshan wind breeze, white frost grass fell down.

Kusui Jiu looked at the inside of the cave wall, feeling gradually, turned around and never had nothing, but how many years has it been?

He sat down against the window lattice and opened the thin book in his hand.

Aoyama Sect's entry tips.

Is very simple and familiar, with only two very minor changes compared to that year.

These two changes are quite interesting, but I ca n’t wait long.

Hisai's eyes closed gradually.

The entrance recipe was laid on the lap.

Howling into the cave, flicking his shirt lightly, the pages of the flick flipped forward, momentarily forward, and momentarily backward.

The pages of the book turned at a high speed, and the text could not be read clearly. Only the little man who was drawn kept moving.

小 The little boy squatted on a strangely shaped horse step, stood like a loose one for a while, and more often was playing a set of punches.

Kusui Jiu was already asleep.

Uh ...

Uh ...

When he woke up, the sunset had fallen under the peaks, and some rouge-like red remained in the sky. The nearby cliffs were already dim and difficult to see.

With a creak, Liu opened the gate of the hospital and ran in at the age of ten, shouting with excitement on his face with sweat beads: "Male ... male ... male ... male son!"

Kusui Jiu remembered those memories many years ago, reminding him: "Don't shout like this outside, you will be beaten."

At the age of ten, Yuliu raised his sleeves to wipe off the sweat on his face, nodded again and again, and wanted to say something, but could not speak, and was anxious.

Kusui Jiu said, "Understand?"

At the age of ten, Tamariu screamed before him in front of him, and struck both heads hard.