Chapter 42 Don't Want

The sunset unfolds extremely gorgeously, dyeing half of the sky, reflecting the withered yellow fallen leaves and blushing, like the evening makeup of the autumn curtain.

Qi Yunfeng, no one pays attention to this magnificent scene. The external skills disciples at the foot of the mountain go in and out, take their own things and pack up their luggage. Some of them are gloomy, but some are excited and curious. They have not officially cultivated, and even most of them are still minors. What does it mean to be kicked out of Qi Yun if they don't understand? What is it?

On Qiyun Mountain, many people who have been closed for many years have come out. No matter how many generations of disciples, no matter what level their cultivation has reached, there are unconcealed sorrows on their faces.

"Dong! Dong! ..." Nine bells in a row shook every corner of Qi Yun.

Even the foreign disciples at the foot of the mountain understand that the bell rings every major event, and the nine rings indicate that the matter has reached the most serious level.

Hearing the sound of the bell, Zhou Xing looked out in surprise, and then showed a look of meditation.

"Kid, you haven't answered for a long time. Don't you want to be an old disciple?" When Qi Yun saw that Zhou Xing didn't say anything, he couldn't help asking again.

"Senior, please let the younger generation think about it." Zhou Xing hesitated for a moment and said so. Zhou Xing was really surprised by the sudden apprenticeship proposed by Qi Yun Zhenren. He was no longer a young man in Baishui Town who didn't know anything about cultivation at all, and he also had some understanding of the common sense of cultivation. Receiving apprentices is a very important thing in the world of cultivation, which is completely different from the teachers of private schools in the secular world.

A teacher for one day and a father for the rest of his life. It is very three-dimensional in the world of cultivation, and the teacher's order is all inviable. Generally speaking, a person will not have several masters in his life.

Of course, it is not an important point. In the world of cultivation, all practitioners do not want to have a master with profound cultivation. Not to mention others, only on the way to practice, some people point out the mystery scriptures, and they absolutely need to get twice the result with half the effort. However, the higher the practice, the more difficult it is. Every realm is enough to stop nine out of ten practitioners. Naturally, Zhou Xing will not know the specific difficulties, but he can see it from the number of generations on the mountain.

It is said that there are thousands of disciples of the fourth generation of Qi Yunfeng, but less than 100 disciples of the third generation. I heard that there are only a dozen elders of the second generation. The generation is divided according to cultivation, and the higher the cultivation, the longer the life expectancy. Zhou Xing doesn't know the specifics, but only these can tell that it is difficult to practice. And from the difficulty of condensing Zhenqi to condensing Zhenyuan, he has some understanding.

Zhou Xing can't understand the level of Qi Yun Zhenren's cultivation, but from that day's change, he can vaguely guess one or two. Zhou Xing was very suspicious that such a person actually wanted to take himself as an apprentice.

"Well, what do you think I have for you?" Qi Yunzhen's voice showed a trace of disdain.

Zhou Xing turned his mind and quickly said, "That's not what the younger generation means, but the younger generation already has a master."

"What? How can you have a master as a foreign disciple in your area? Although Qi Yunzhen is the master of Qi Yunfeng, after all, he has also done external skills and knows almost everything in it.

"Senior, the younger generation was led by Brother Li Jun a year ago and went to visit the master together. When he was old enough to go up the mountain, he could become a formal disciple of the master." Zhou Xing replied that he did think so in his heart, and he had already regarded that man as his master.

Qi Yun was silent for a moment, and his voice sounded in Zhou Xing's mind: "That's just a record name at most. You haven't officially burned incense three times, so you can't count it."

Burning incense three knocks is the ceremony of practicing true worshiping the teacher. Burning incense: offering sacrifices to heaven, sacrifices to the earth, and offering sacrifices to people; three knocks: worship the king, worshiping relatives, and worshiping the teacher.

"Senior..." Zhou Xing still wanted to say, but was interrupted by Qi Yun Zhenren: "I haven't accepted disciples in my life. It's just because I fell into this situation and was predestined with you. That's why I got excited for a while and wanted to accept you as an apprentice. If you really don't want to, I will never say it again. If you don't let Mu Xingzhu refine you, you don't deserve to be an old disciple at all!" Qi Yun's real voice was indifferent, revealing a kind of indifference overlooking all sentient beings.

Hearing the words, Zhou Xing was moved in his heart. Inexplicably, he believed in Qi Yunzhen's words. If he missed this time, even if he wanted to worship his teacher again, I'm afraid he couldn't do it. In fact, Zhou Xing was just afraid that Qi Yunzhen would be unfavorable to him. After all, there had been a scene of being forced before, and what he said made Zhou Xing feel at ease.

"Disciple Zhou Xing..." Zhou Xing said solemnly, but as soon as he said these four words, it stopped abruptly.

Zhou Xing's face suddenly became struggling. He remembered and remembered the slap! How could he forget that heavy slap? Zhou Xing subconsciously touched his face, as if his face was still swollen at this time.

On that day, he was first forced to refine by Qi Yun Zhenren and slapped again. This matter has always been remembered by Zhou Xing. He also fantasized that one day, his cultivation would surpass Qi Yunzhen and he would definitely repay it. And now, if you worship him as your teacher, you can't return this slap. If you don't worship him, this may be a life-changing opportunity, and it will be lost in vain.

Bye or not? On the one hand, it is his hatred of humiliation, and on the other hand, it is a better future. Zhou Xing's thoughts struggled fiercely, and even Zhenyuan in his body flowed in the meridians because of the continuous ups and downs of his thoughts. If Zhou Xing's body hadn't been quenched by the elixir, it would be comparable to a high-level monk who practiced qi, and there were likely to be signs of going crazy.

For a long time, the room was quiet. Even Xiaofu felt Zhou Xing's mood and stayed aside without moving.

"Wo!" There was a loud shout in Zhou Xing's mind, and Qi Yunzhen's voice then sounded: "Kid! What are you thinking!"

Zhou Xing was full of excitement and came to his senses. A trace of firmness flashed in his eyes. He immediately said seriously, "The younger generation has a master. You can't worship your predecessor as a teacher. Please forgive me!" After saying that, Zhou Xing felt relaxed all over his body. Although Qi Yunzhen's cultivation was profound, Zhou Xing would rather not have this opportunity because of that slap.

Everyone has their own thoughts and obsessions. As long as they think they are right, they should persevere. They must not be blindfolded by interests.

Humiliation, how can you give in lightly?

After saying this, Qi Yun Zhenren didn't say anything again. It seemed that he really didn't say it again as he said.

After a while, Zhou Xing breathed a sigh of relief. He was really worried that Qi Yunzhen would be angry again. Who wants to be beaten? Zhou Xing smiled gently, picked up Xiaofu from the side, and gently combed his hair with his hand.

"Squeak" Xiaofu narrowed his eyes and showed a look of enjoyment.

In the room, it was quiet and harmonious for a while. Zhou Xing looked out of the window with deep thought in his eyes. Is this choice really right? Will you regret giving up the opportunity that others dream of in order to slap?

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