Found another book-wearer today

Chapter 15

After a while, the female voice broke the silence first.

"Perhaps this child is as wise as a fool." She commented, trying to be as tactful as possible, "As long as you teach him more in the future, it may not be impossible for him to become a talent."

The rest of the sword-holding elders also opened their mouths after hearing this.

"I think what Junior Sister said is reasonable. After all, his talent is there. It is very rare to be able to perceive sword intent like this before practicing cultivation. It is very rare in the whole continent...By the way, Senior Brother, you seem to have said that you want to accept him as a disciple. ?”

"...when did I say that?"

"This child's mind is so calm, isn't it just suitable for your still water swordsmanship?"

"Then it's better to say that he didn't change his face when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, which naturally matches your mountain-breaking swordsmanship! Junior brother, don't say that senior brother doesn't take care of you, I'll leave this day to you."

"No, no, how dare I want someone from senior brother?"

"I'll give it to you if I tell you, senior brother has always kept his word!"

"Having said that, I remember that Junior Sister doesn't seem to have a single direct disciple..."

"Wait, brother, I'm still young! It's better to let the third senior sister come, she is not always good at such things as passing on karma and teaching..."

"Hey, little junior sister, don't trick me!"

……

If it was said how much everyone was scrambling to ask for it before it was too late, now they are avoiding in every possible way, but judging from their conversation, it seems that they still want to leave this person in Wanjian Mountain.

Li Qinglong didn't understand the reason behind it, he is only sixteen now, he started practicing swords at the age of six, basically he kept his ears to the outside world, and he couldn't figure out the considerations of these sword-wielding elders.

Mo Chengshu couldn't be more clear.

The cultivation aptitude shown by this child is quite astonishing. Even though it seems that some are not suitable for kendo at present, it does not mean that the future is certain. It would not be a good thing for Wan Jianshan to let such a talent go to other sects.

But at the same time, they are not so willing to accept him as a disciple. After all, this is tantamount to shouldering the responsibility. If it is too late, the mud will not be able to support the wall, and they may be punished for wasting time and energy. blame.

Listening to the faintly heated debate in his ears, Mo Chengshu rubbed his brows and interrupted: "Quiet."

The majesty of the third elder is quite effective even among peers, and the other juniors and juniors really didn't speak out.

"It can be handled in this way." Mo Chengshu looked down at the scene in the picture scroll. The young man had already hit his foot with a wooden sword for the second time. "As long as he can wake up in time, let him pass the assessment first. Can be recognized by Immortal Sword, then consider how to arrange it."

Everyone has no objection, after all, this is the normal process of the Immortal Ascension Conference, and if it is affirmed by the Immortal Sword, it should most likely not be muddy.

The picture scroll belonging to Zhong Weiwan was condensed into light spots again, and was swept away by Mo Chengshu.

He still feels that these scenes are inexplicably familiar, but the face of the person in the scene is extremely strange to him, so unfamiliar that he cannot have any associations.

*****

Zhong Weiwan's talisman technique has indeed reached the level of a master, even a practitioner of the Ninth Level Realm cannot see through the disguise he created.

At this time, in the Liansheng Illusion, he was concentrating on practicing the basic swordsmanship. This time, he finally managed to pass all the moves without letting the wooden sword out of his hand.

The black robe floated in midair, speechless for a long time.

Zhong Weiwan tried his best to calm down his disordered breathing, and asked, "How about it?"

The black robe thought in his heart that you still have the nerve to ask how?

"...Empty has its shape, it's extremely bad."

Zhong Weiwan had expected this comment long ago, and it was not surprising. He only cared about one thing: "Can I leave?"

Black Robe: "Leave here, you won't survive for long in the chaotic world outside."

Zhong Weiwan: "I have my own way."

"Really? Since you insist on this, then I don't care about it." Following the black robe's words, the strong wind blew up, and amidst the whistling of flying sand and rocks, a dark slender shadow flew towards Zhong Weiwan.

Zhong Weiwan couldn't dodge in time, and was hit head-on by the black shadow. With the force of the impact, he suddenly regained consciousness and returned to reality from the dream.

He rubbed his belly, where the dull pain remained.

When he stood up, he found that the strong man with the heavy sword was staring at him with a complicated expression.

Zhong Weiwan:?

The strong man quickly looked away.

As time passed, the rest of the candidates left the lotus illusion one after another, and some of them hadn't woken up. When Mo Chengshu finally received the magic weapon, they opened their eyes in bewilderment.

"The results of the assessment will be communicated to you through token communication. You will know whether you are going or staying at that time."

After explaining, Mo Chengshu walked out of the Three Thousand Swords Cave first, raised his sword, and disappeared among the peaks in an instant.

The examinees dispersed separately, Huo Xishan seemed to still want to talk to Zhong Weiwan, Zhong Weiwan found an excuse to walk away, and went down the mountain with the magic amulet.

What he didn't expect was that after he received the notice of passing the entrance examination, he went to the Wanjian Mountain Hall to gather at the prescribed time, and unexpectedly ran into this chatterbox again.

"Brother Zhong, what a coincidence!"

He waved enthusiastically, and tirelessly passed through the narrow gap between the crowd, and came to Zhong Weiwan's side.

Zhong Weiwan: "...It's a coincidence."

Huo Xishan: "I never dreamed that I would pass Wan Jianshan's assessment. It must be your blessing that day that made a difference! I have to thank you very much!"

Zhong Weiwan wondered when did he ever bless this person?

Huo Xishan said something next to him, and he seemed very excited, just like the boys and girls around him who passed the examination, they couldn't help sharing their joy with each other.

It wasn't until a group of elders including Mo Chengshu appeared on the main hall that they gradually calmed down.

"First of all, congratulations to everyone, you have stood out in the entrance examination." Mo Chengshu's powerful and powerful voice spread throughout the hall, with dignity and dignity, "It's just that if you want to become a disciple of Wanjianshan, you need to perform the last ceremony..."

Zhong Weiwan listened carefully, but actually he was not surprised.

He knew that there was a spiritual altar in the depths of Wanjian Mountain, which enshrined a fairy sword passed down tens of thousands of years ago. It is respectful.

According to what Mo Chengshu said, only by being recognized by Gu Jian can he become an official disciple of Wan Jianshan, otherwise he can only practice the basic Taoism in the outer sect, and only if he performs well in the future can he be promoted.

Zhong Weiwan needs to become an official disciple, so that he can be qualified to enter and exit certain core areas of Wanjian Mountain.

And if he remembered correctly, that senior sword spirit should owe him a huge favor.

*****

"……It's you?"

The young man in the form of a sword spirit circled around Zhong Weiwan several times, unable to hide his surprise: "You haven't ascended yet?"

In his impression, Zhong Weiwan's cultivation talent is unparalleled in the world, he was at the peak of the eighth level more than a hundred years ago, and his cultivation speed is unprecedented.It's been a long time since I saw him, and he had ascended to the upper realm before it was too late.

Zhong Weiwan calmly denied it: "Senior admitted the wrong person."

"Wrong person? How come!"

The fairy sword sword spirit is born with bright eyes, and all illusions and illusions can't hide in front of him. The spells that can be used to deceive the sword cultivator of the ninth level cannot fool him. Something is wrong, how did you become so weak?"

"I have never met my predecessors, and the way I look now is because I once encountered a human's remaining divine consciousness, and I referred to his facial features when transforming."

Zhong Weiwan seldom lied on weekdays, but because he had rehearsed the rhetoric repeatedly in his heart beforehand, he seemed calm and calm, without any flaws.

Sword Spirit raised his eyebrows: "You mean, you were originally a Mushroom Demon, but you just imitated Zhong Weiwan's face?"

Zhong Weiwan: "I don't know that person's name."

The sword spirit continued to look at the young man in front of him, and seemed to accept the explanation after a while: "It is true, your realm is so low, how could it be him?"

In the world of cultivating immortals, there are a lot of things that have been taken away, but it is rarely heard of rebirth through inhuman body, so although he thought of it for a moment, he immediately denied this possibility.

Zhong Weiwan continued: "The man also said that his lifespan was nearing the end of his life, and since he was destined for me, he gave me the same gift."

Jian Ling vaguely sensed what he was going to say next, his face changed slightly, and he blurted out: "Impossible, that's what I agreed with Zhong Weiwan..."

An extremely short syllable came from between Zhong Weiwan's thin lips.

The sword spirit's voice stopped abruptly.

Anyone else here might not have understood the meaning of the syllable, but he did immediately.

The air was silent for a while, and there was no sound around.

Finally, Sword Spirit frowned, and said angrily: "That guy is too unkind, this is obviously a secret between me and him, how can I tell a third party!?"

Zhong Weiwan shook his head: "I don't know the secret, he just told me that this represents a favor, and I can ask you for this favor for him."

Sword Spirit: "..."

Sword Spirit: "Is he really dead?"

Zhong Weiwan said calmly: "At that time, there was only a ray of spirit left, and according to common sense, it would not last long."

After Jian Ling heard this, the anger in his eyes receded, and a touch of sadness appeared: "I have never thought of such a difference."

Zhong Weiwan lowered his eyes slightly, his expression hidden in the shadows.

"...I do owe him a favor." Jian Ling quickly restrained his emotions and said with a serious face, "If you have any request, please tell me first."

Zhong Weiwan: "I want to become an official disciple of Wan Jianshan."

Sword Spirit was taken aback for a moment, thinking that the Mushroom Demon would open his mouth like a lion because of this matter, but he didn't expect such a trivial request.

He thought for a while, and his expression softened slightly: "I really don't see the possibility of a sword in you today, but the world is impermanent, and it is hard to guarantee whether you will get other opportunities in the future. Since you want to enter the inner door, I will I promise you."

Zhong Weiwan cupped his hands and saluted: "Thank you."

The sword spirit stared fixedly at his face, and suddenly smiled and said, "Do you know that the person you met is actually a master of formation symbols? He is not very good at weapons, even if he is holding a wooden sword and performing a set of basic swordsmanship." , will hit their own feet."

Zhong Weiwan: "..."

He knew, of course he knew, and even he had just experienced it not long ago, it was a hundred years of clumsiness.

Sword Spirit: "I hope that one day I can see your sword will become famous all over the world. This may be another form of inheritance."

His eyes were shining brightly, implying encouragement, as if he sincerely looked forward to the arrival of that day.

Zhong Weiwan was silent for a few breaths, thinking that you are really embarrassing me, killing Ouyang Haoyuan might be easier than this?

At the same time, at the foot of Wanjian Mountain.

A young man in a brocade robe stood under the shade of a tree, looking at the indistinct peaks, and suddenly showed a smile of unknown meaning.

"Jiang Daoyou come quickly!" Someone shouted from a distance, "They agreed to let us go up the mountain!"

Jiang Lin responded loudly, "I'll come right away."