Chapter 62: "Young Master, I am your servant!!"

The village head stood tremblingly next to the middle-aged man in the Taoist robe with a frenzied expression. He didn't even dare to lift his head, bending over to listen to the other person. After the other party finished speaking, he straightened his back and turned his head and said to the people in the village: "What are you doing in a daze? Just like what the master said just now, let the children come forward and test their aptitudes to become immortals."
Those villagers are a little at a loss, obviously these people do not appear often. At this time, the usual blind trust in the village chief appeared. They led the children in a row at the door, and according to the village chief’s instructions, let the children walk into the compass one after another.
The little fat guy was among them, wearing his best clothes. He was pouting his mouth, patrolling back and forth with eyebrows, and from time to time stretched out his fertile hand, pulling the collar of his friend in front of him-before he turned his head and was slapped on the head by his mother, he settled down.
The person standing next to the compass, with a calm disdain hidden in his expression, did not move, lifted his chin and signaled the child to step onto the compass.
The first one, nothing happened.
The second one is still nothing.
...
After the fifth child still didn't respond, the villagers couldn't help but whispered: "What's the matter? Doesn't it mean that you will be bright when you meet a good one?"
"Is this a bad thing?"
"I look like it too. My baby is notoriously smart. The people in the town are not as vigorous as his peers! Why didn't he respond? Last time, I beat my donkey wildly, but he hasn't been backhoe yet. It's so clever to kick it." Aunt Commoner patted her chest with a rough big hand proudly.
Another person looked at it with envy when he heard the words, and some even approached the village chief and asked in a low voice, "The village chief, what's the matter, isn't it?"
The man in Taoist robe with good hearing next to the village chief: "..."
These ignorant mortals!
He glanced at the villagers, the invisible aura forced them to shut up. The village chief also coughed slightly, and the scene became quiet again.
In the distance, Lin Zhizhi raised his eyebrows, and when he realized that they were the cultivators he was looking for, a wave of joy came to his heart. He thought for a while, then turned his head and said to the young man who had been following him: "That's the test of Linggen, you should try it too."
Ya Xuan was the same, nodding silently, just carrying a basket of spirit beast chowder(?), striding towards the village entrance.
He doesn't look very handsome, but he is better than his features. It's just that when he walks towards a place blankly, his long legs take a step, and that momentum can force the adult back.
So when he moved smoothly and stood at the end of a line of children very naturally, the men in Dao-robes refused in their hearts.
Accepting apprentices in the cultivation world depends on qualifications, special physique, and age. Except for the extremely rare real late bloomers, they are generally limited to the year of haircut.
According to the views of these men, unless this guy has the aptitude against the sky and can punch Dao Zun and kick the sea emperor's spicy kind, it will be difficult to catch up with the monks of the same age.
The middle-aged man glanced at the village chief, who knew that the old man who was still good at flattering didn't scold the boy this time, but quietly moved his eyes away with a strange expression. The surrounding villagers are the same, their faces are colorful and wonderful.
Even if the village chief wanted to please these immortals, they couldn't immediately change their faces in the face of Ya Xuan who saved the lives of the whole village yesterday.
Not knowing the link, the middle-aged man closed his eyes slightly, and his hands were placed in his cuffs, as if he were in a fixed position. He holds his own identity and does not want to speak to mortals in person.
After a while, the always calm compass finally moved when a child stepped forward, and the inner circle of the charm turned horizontally, lighting up a dim blue light in the direction of Xuanwu.
This scene made Lin Zhizhi sure that he was probably living in another continent. At least in Zhonglu, with his insight, he had never seen such a magical tool for testing spiritual roots.
The little fat man held his cheeks innocently like a hamster, looked at the blue light and looked at the Taoist man in charge of the compass. The man faded the indifference from his face, and showed a kind look close to a smile at this innocent and poor child in the middle of the compass
Then the little fat man touched his stomach, and happily turned his head back to the old mother and said: "Mother! Can you kill the chicken in the backyard tonight and give me a meal?"
The woman agreed boldly: "Okay, you can cook whatever you want!"
Taoist: "..."
The little fat man stepped off the compass and threw himself back into his mother's arms. The next child was full of enthusiasm, and rushed forward three steps and two steps, wanting to see the light appear again, and finally left disappointed.
A total of two children with spiritual roots appeared in the whole village team. When the children finished the test, Yaxuan stood at the end, facing each other in pairs.
The Taoist commander looked at him with a look of ants, looked up and down his whole body, and had no intention of letting him go up: "You are too old to be measured."
Ya Xuan replied stiffly: "How old is it to be tested?"
"The year of the haircut, as for you, I think you have already married, right?"
Ya Xuan's brows frowned--this person's eyes were even more disgusting than those of the villagers before. If the villagers only acted like that because of his life experience and ignorance, this person does not regard him as a species at all.
Just like a person, to see a colony of ants, is completely crushed and ignored.
This is the normal way that a cultivator treats mortals.
Standing behind the village chief, Lin Zhizhi rolled his eyes in his heart, and inserted a sentence: "He is actually not very old, he just looks at the old man and has not tied his hair."
When the Taoist was picked up, he was a little impatient at first, but in a blink of an eye he saw the young master of the Lin Family who slowly walked to Yaxuan, the stunning color flashed away.
Even in the picturesque and beautiful middle land, the black-haired boy is a well-deserved focus, not to mention the background of this rural village. Even if Lin Zhizhi's complexion does not have the respect that a mortal should have towards a cultivator, the Taoist still unconsciously softens his attitude: "If you are old enough, you can take a test."
Ya Xuan suddenly wanted to pull out her small machete to practice swordsmanship (...).
The young wolf-like eyes stared at the Taoist for a moment, his lips moved to say something, and finally he swallowed. He walked into the compass under Lin Zhizhi's gaze, and then the inner circle revolved. Only this time, the speed was more than ten times faster than the previous ones.
The pointer on the compass stopped in the northwest direction. It was in the middle of the blue dragon and the red bird, and a peculiar Dao pattern was faintly revealed, and a milky white light formed in the air.
"Special physique!" Taoist exclaimed, "You are the body of a knife drink!"
This time, even the middle-aged man beside the village chief suddenly widened his eyes, and looked at Ya Xuan on the compass with shortness of breath.
The body of the sword drink is the best physique for practicing sword art. How awesome is it? To make a metaphor, it is similar to Lin Zhizhi's talent in Kendo.
They just came to the village at the foot of the mountain to look for the medicine boy, but they didn't expect to find an unexpected genius! The look they looked at Yaxuan now completely changed, with welcome, joy, and a few subtle hints of flattery.
"It's really a hero from a young age," the Taoist couldn't wait to win him over, "If the younger brother enters my sect, he will be immediately promoted to the head of the personal disciple."
"With the talent of this junior, I think it's no problem to build a foundation..."
Several people took turns to promote relations and praise Yaxuan.
The young man's dark eyes jumped directly over them and looked at Lin Zhizhi outside the circle-the other party looked directly into his eyes and nodded to him to indicate that he agreed.
Ya Xuan abnormally did not respond immediately. He became anxious almost subconsciously, found an excuse at random to get rid of these people around him, and came to the black-haired boy, a little uneasy and pretended to ask calmly: "Are you going?"
"If I go with them, will you leave?"
Lin Zhizhi bathed in his gaze, and slowly responded, "No."
"Will you follow me?"
Lin Zhizhi said: "If you don't think I am troublesome."
Ya Xuan slowly relaxed her fist that had already been made into a fist behind her, and smiled sincerely: "You are my master, and I will never think you are bothersome in this life."
"...This is the twenty-third time that I have repeated. We are not as deep as the master-disciple relationship," Lin Zhizhi had a headache for Ya Xuan's stubbornness, "and I noticed that your future master brother is here. Behind you."
Ya Xuan grasped the key point in his words: "Not a master and apprentice, then what is our relationship?"
"It's purely a friend relationship that helps each other by the way." Lin Zhizhi said firmly.
Ya Xuan turned around noncommitantly, came to the Taoist, and promised him to join the sect, but the condition was to bring Lin Zhizhi-the Taoist was a little surprised at the time: "Who is he? The rules of the sect, you can’t take people casually. ."
Without thinking about it, the young man just like the conversation with Lin Zhizhi had never happened before, and he would answer bluntly: "He is my teacher—"
Lin Zhizhi interrupted him and curled his lips: "I am the servant he grew up with, and I have been inseparable from the young master since I was young."
The young master of the Lin family knows the rules of these sects best. To find an excuse to go in with the disciple, the relationship between master and servant is the strongest.
It took a long time for the stiff Ya Xuan to agree vaguely: "...En."
The Taoist's complexion changed wonderfully, and he didn't know what meaning he felt from that "master"-although he felt that among the two people, Lin Zhizhi was more like the master, no matter in terms of appearance or treatment.
This idea is even more vivid on the way back to the sect.
"Our Biyunmen is the largest sect around here. Although it is not as good as the twelve sects of Tianyun, there are still a few. Every year, there are disciples who are qualified to go to the holy sect to communicate. This is a great honor."
For example, when he described the strength of his sect to these newly-acquired disciples with great ambition, he always felt that this young man who had seen too much did not have the respect that mortals should have for cultivators.
If he takes a closer look, he will find that in fact there is no one in this person's eyes.
Although the black-haired boy sat lazily on one side the whole time, and his appearance was deceptive enough to lead people into thinking that he was rigorously uncomfortable, he didn't care. Even facing Yaxuan, there was no emotional fluctuation. This guy wanted to make people remember him like this.
When he looks at you and doesn't care about you, he will make you think that letting those nice black eyes reflect your figure is probably the most fulfilling thing in the world.
Lin Zhizhi listened to the other party's whole process, and only interrupted at the end to lead a few words about the characteristics of this continent-as a servant of Ya Xuan (?), he could not directly ask "What continent is this?", it was too eye-catching. Up. With his current state of total loss of spiritual power, if someone has a malicious heart, then he will become the most unlucky leader of the Sword Sect Luo Xian ever to die-he pretended to be puzzled and curiously said: "Our sect is so powerful. I just heard you talk about swordsmanship to the young master. Are you good at swordsmanship?"
Ya Xuan swears that he hasn't experienced the feeling of "panic" for a long time-but every time Lin Zhizhi said "Young Master", he always trembled...
Taoist-he introduced himself as "Hong Ying" to please Ya Xuan with amazing talent. Seeing that he had no objection, he answered him kindly: "No, our sect is best at refining medicine-but Dao Dao It's definitely not bad!"
Lin Zhizhi returned him with a very faint and fleeting smile.
This smile made the little fat man sitting opposite blush abruptly, and remembered the scene where he vowed to marry a beautiful daughter-in-law-well, in the future, looking for a lady, you must find someone as good-looking as this brother!
Within half an hour on the back of Flying Bird, the so-called Biyun Gate was revealed in front of them. Huge squares and mountain peaks, verdant green trees and vegetation covering most of the area, ample aura-from the eyes of Lin Zhizhi, this is a very qualified small and medium sect.
Hongying jumped off the bird, let the bird put his wings and walked into the spirit beast garden on his own with two thin legs, while beckoning several newcomers to put their luggage into the accommodation first.
This is a long corridor, obviously a little shabby.
Hong Ying explained embarrassingly: "The sect is not very peaceful recently. You will take a quick look. The original residence has been razed to the ground."
The little fat man asked curiously: "What's wrong? Someone can't find fault?"
"It's not specifically for our sect. The twelve sects of Tianyun have been upset! It's not a matter of being sealed, I'll tell you. That's right, there is a big demon in purple clothes, it is said that it has been He reached the peak of spiritual transformation in the human world. I don’t know where it came from. As soon as he came out, he ransacked a medium-sized sect! It is said that another senior of the spiritual transformation stage could not stop him, and then he went. I was troubled by the twelve sects of Tianyun, but I was not caught. He threatened to read all the herbal classics of all the sects! This is the treasure of the alchemist! Be careful, don’t get caught by him! He is cruel That's right!" Hong Ying explained in detail again with his teeth and claws.
Little Fatty: "Ha, so awesome!"
Lin Zhizhi: "...ah."
This description, why is it so like someone he knows...
Lin Zhizhi: "...Ah!!!"
Keywords: purple clothes, demon head, looking for medicine... Isn’t it the master who went to Yuntian not far away to find a physique antidote after trying to him? !
Young Master Lin Family, also known as the only disciple of Hunshi Demon Xuanhua, already knew where he was currently.
Master! My dear Dao Zun is big! You really deserve to be my master! No matter where it is, it is so domineering and mighty sideways! !
Lin Zhizhi has a deep sense of guilt and admiration, which come from "So troublesome Master" and "Master is worthy of the name of Taoist."
Then he discovered two problems. First, he is saved, as long as he can contact Master. Second, he must never reveal his relationship with the master, otherwise he will definitely be cut off by these angry sects.
The witty Lin Zhizhi soon thought of a solution.
There is an old saying-if I can't go to Master, then let Master come to me.
For this alone, he also wants to make the name "Lin Zhizhi" feel like thunder here!