Chapter 34 Apprentice

Gan Pingyuan's plan was to buy a steed and run west day and night. It will take about half a year to reach the place where the legendary immortals live, but the words of a passer-by on the roadside reached Gan Ping's ears. Come on, come on, the fairy is recruiting apprentices in the general's mansion. Hurry up, if you can't catch up with me, you will ask. A sedan chair passed quickly by Gan Ping, and the words from the sedan chair made Gan Ping stunned.

"Immortal? Is it a practitioner, but can a practitioner still recruit apprentices in public? If so, I will also go and have a look. Maybe it will be included under the door, eliminating my journey of thousands of miles. If I recruit disciples, there must be a flying magic weapon for transportation.

After making up his mind, Gan Ping quickly followed the sedan chair. Not long after, he came to a wide street. On a high platform in the middle of the street, there was an old man in a white-haired robe. The breeze brushed by, and the old man on the high platform was fluttering, as if he was a master. Under the stage, it is already overcrowded. Every adult pulls or holds a child. After all, this is the legendary fairy fate. If his child succeeds the way and becomes the legendary fairy, then his family will also become successful.

Gan Ping saw that the old man looked like a master of the world, which was funny for a while. The old man was not young at first glance, but his cultivation was only in the middle of the middle of qi refining. He couldn't even compare with the Qingruo Taoist people he met a few days ago, which made Gan Ping a little disappointed. Since he was a disciple, if the old man was a master, his future would be good. It's dark.

Just as Gan Ping guessed the identity of the man in front of him, the old man's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, looked at the noisy people under the stage, shook his hand to brush the dust, and said loudly, "Don't be impatient. Listen to my Xuanhe's words." The voice was clear and exciting, and the noise of the people below was suppressed. Seeing the fairy's long hair, the originally noisy people immediately calmed down and quietly looked at the Xuanhe Taoist.

Gan Ping was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the Xuanhe Taoist, who seemed to have a low cultivation, actually had this magic power, and easily controlled the scene. He was keenly aware that he felt the magic power mixed with the voice of Xuanhe Taoist, so he easily attracted the attention of the crowd. This kind of magic is unheard of. It seems that this decent school is indeed stronger than his wild path. At this time, Gan Ping's desire to enter the practice of the famous sect is also more and more intense.

Xuanhe Taoist was very satisfied with the reaction of the people below. He glanced at it and said loudly, "The more you think about it, the more you know what you are here for today, and the channel doesn't say much. Let's start." After saying that, he continued to close his eyes slightly and pretend to be a master outside the world, and no longer paid attention to the crowd below.

A clear sound sounded, and a row of little Taoist children in cyan robes came out from under the stage. They were less than 20 years old. On both sides, a black-beard Taoist man stood behind his back in the middle, indescreetably majestic. Originally a little disdainful, Gan Ping's eyes, like looking at a farce, immediately became solemn.

"I thought that the Xuanhe Taoist was just the middle level of gas refining. The number of ways to include disciples must be to coax these fools. Unexpectedly, these Taoist children actually all have high-level cultivation of gas refining. The black-beard Taoist priest can't see the cultivation clearly, but just gives people a strong sense of oppression. I ask myself that it is not lower than any. The high-level monks who refine gas are not incommatched even in the condensation stage, but there is a feeling of helplessness in front of this black-beard Taoist. It must be the master of building the foundation. It's just strange why a Taoist priest who is only in the middle of refining gas can sit high on the stage, but this Taoist who has obviously built a foundation has become the business of recruiting disciples. It's really difficult to use common sense.

Although I don't know the relationship, this real foundation-building master is in front of me. I think that Xuanhe Taoist is not a charlatan who only has some weak mana to coax the people. Gan Ping's sudden movement. If you try it yourself, you may not be admitted. Listen. Listen. People say that even under the fairy mountain, it takes a lot of tests to be included in the door, but the matter in front of them overturns Gan Ping's cognition. The included disciples are placed in the secular world. It seems that there must be a reason for it.

Gan Ping put away the long knife, then took off the ring and hung it around his neck. If the storage ring was seen by the black-beard Taoist, it might cause something. As for the Taiyi Pure Yang Zhenjing he had practiced before, Gan Pingping didn't care too much about it. This skill is another interpretation method handed down from the mainland of Kyushu. No one will know it in this world, and when this skill runs, the whole body converges and becomes a world. It is difficult for others to detect it, and there is no possibility of exposure at all.

After cleaning up and down, Gan Ping put the fire on his shoulder in the palm of his hand and whispered a few words in his ear. The clever little monkey got into his arms and went to sleep. He stroked the fire with satisfaction through his clothes. Gan Ping walked towards the crowd. Carrying the package, he was really like a teenager who heard the message and prepared to go into the mountain to practice.

With the long team coming to the group of Taoist people, Gan Ping quietly circulated Taiyi Chunyang Zhenjing in his body and looked up. There were only more than 20 Taoist children. Every two people checked a child, but there was nothing special about it. He just pinched his limbs and stroked them on the top of his head. This surprised Gan Ping a little. Isn't it so simple? Is the threshold for practice so low?

The black-beard Taoist looked at the crowd in line and said silently, "I didn't expect to use such a means to collect disciples now. If the ancestor learned in the fairyland, he would have thunder and split his disciples of the whole sect. It's really a shame. Fortunately, these children are not serious descendants of the sect, otherwise I will definitely try my best to stop such absurd behavior.

Those Taoist children were busy in a hurry, and most of the children present passed the test, which made Gan Ping even more surprised and full of doubts. He was examined by a slightly older Taoist boy. The Taoist boy pinched his arm, and a trace of surprise appeared on his face. Then he put his hand on the top of Gan Ping's head. Gan Ping only felt a trace of Zhenyuan power penetrated into his body again, and quickly contracted his mana into a ball and hid it in Dantian. The child suddenly Now happy, he threw down the stunned Gan Ping and quickly ran to the black man. Uncle, uncle, I found a good seedling. The muscles are like water, the bones are more than fine steel, and the soul is stable, but there is no spiritual instrument, and I can't distinguish it in detail. I hope my uncle can distinguish it carefully.

When the black-beard Taoist heard the words, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Xuanxin, are you right?" Talking about Uncle Ming, my disciples are sure of it. After getting this affirmative reply, Tan Ming couldn't help but be a little surprised. This time, he went out to look for school-age children to supplement the sect, which was helpless, so he didn't even bring the most basic spiritual instrument. He just relied on the inspection of several junior disciples to pass carelessly. If he tested it by himself, there must be no one of the ten. This foundation The qualification test can't be so casual. If a monk doesn't have a certain talent, he will have no hope for the rest of his life. But what he never expected was that there was such an excellent teenager in the seemingly aura-free Shuofeng City. If it hadn't been for the most stable Xuanxin, he would not have believed it. Thinking of this, Tan Ming put down his tense face and walked towards Gan Ping. Xuan Xin half bowed and followed him step by step. Tan Ming wanted to personally test Gan Ping, who was said in Xuanxin's mouth with the best qualifications.