Chapter 1796: : Lingwutang

Heavenly waste vein?
Everyone was dumbfounded, and the abandonment of the veins foreshadowed that they could not cultivate. This immediately made those uncles less vying for Lingchi. One of the uncles even sighed and said, "It's a pity, a pity, God. The first-order spiritual energy has encountered a waste vein, and this waste vein can't be changed even by Taishizu!"
"Yeah, what a pity, what a pity."
"Oh, the selection of my new disciple over there is still going on, I'm going to work now."
"My task today is completed, ah, yes, I made soup at home, and I will go back to drink soup."
"..."
Soon, those who were vying for Ling Chi's uncles left, only Bai Shaohua was a little embarrassed. He smiled bitterly at Ling Chi, "Young man, the broken pulse is irreversible, but you should not be discouraged. Actually, I think You’re doing the Xuan Talisman business very well, by the way, how do you sell this Xuan Talisman? Is there a better quality Talisman?"
"Yes, I'll give it to you." Ling Chi said, directly giving Bai Shaohua a Profound Rank Recluse Talisman, which made Bai Shaohua feel embarrassed even more. If Ling Chi’s Profound Rank Recluse Talisman was accepted, it would seem that if he did not accept disciples It's hard to say, but if you accept him as a disciple, it doesn't seem to have any effect.
At this time, Bai Shaohua was struggling with contradiction in his heart.
In the end, he figured it out all of a sudden. Even if Ling Chi is impossible on Xiu Xuan, this guy is lavish, and there is such a disciple under his sect that he might be the laughing stock of others, but this apprentice often honors his master. This is also human nature!
Obviously, this is an easy thing to fish for!
As a result, Bai Shaohua coughed and straightened his throat. When he was about to speak, an old voice came from outside the door, "Waiting pulse is a waste, Bai Shaohua, do you want to accept this little baby as a disciple? Don't be afraid of falling into you. Prestige?"
While talking, an old man walked in. Judging from his clothes, this old man must also be a person of Taixuguan, but compared to most of the well-dressed people of Taixuguan, the iconic set of this old man The clothes looked much old and ugly, and they looked like they hadn't been washed for at least several years.
Therefore, the appearance of the old man at this time made people feel more like a beggar, not like the person in this Taixu view.
When Bai Shaohua saw the old man, his face changed color, and then lowered his head and said to the old man, "Uncle Qingyang, why are you here?"
Uncle Master?
Ling Chi looked at the old man, Bai Shaohua belonged to the uncle generation in this view of Taixu, but he also called the old man the uncle, which shows that the status of the old man in the view of Taixu is not simple!
The old man snorted and said: "What? Can't I come here?"
"No, no, it's just Uncle, your old man..."
"Don't gossip with me." The old man interrupted Bai Shaohua, then pointed to Ling Chi and said, "This little boy will be my apprentice."
"what?"
Bai Shaohua paused, and then said: "But Uncle Master, he is a waste vein, so..."
"It's okay, I will collect waste wood."
"puff!"
Ling Chi almost vomited blood. What does it mean to collect waste wood? I am also a master of immortality cultivator anyway, okay, in the eyes of the profound cultivator, is it useless?
Moreover, in Ling Chi's heart, he did not agree with the statement that he was a waste channel. He was only injured by the clone of Emperor Xuantian. The meridians in his body were all disordered and could not be adjusted temporarily, so these profound practitioners said that he was a waste channel. Ling Chi felt that this was definitely a misjudgment.
Immediately afterwards, the old man turned to Ling Chi again and said: "Follow me, you will be a member of Lingwu Hall from now on."
"This...can I not go?" Ling Chi asked. He knew that there were five branches of Taixu Temple. As for what the was this Lingwu Hall? Bai Shaohua didn't say anything just now!
The old man waved his hand and said: "Yes, then you can go away, no one in Taixuguan wants you anymore."
"what?"
Ling Chi couldn't laugh or cry. Is this because he wants to drive people out of his disciples?
Of course, Ling's late arrival at Taixu View was actually not for cultivation, but just escaped from the death of Emperor Xuantian's clone. He now needs a long recovery time, so staying here at Taixu View is the most Good choice.
So Ling Chi gritted his teeth and said, "Well, what do you call Senior?"
"You have to call me Master." The old man said dissatisfied.
"Master should have a name too?"
"Absolutely Green Sun."
"There is someone with the last name?"
"What? Any comments?"
"No."
"That's not called Master yet?"
"Master Master is here, I will be worshipped by my apprentice." Ling Chi said that he really gave Jue Qingyang a teacher apprenticeship, and Jue Qingyang said with satisfaction: "Let's go, follow me to Lingwu Hall. "
After that, Jue Qingyang should go out first, Ling Chi helplessly smiled, let Huo Zhi and Liu Qingshan choose by themselves, and then bid farewell to Bai Shaohua, Bai Shaohua smiled bitterly: "In the future, we will be worthy of the brothers."
"amount!"
Ling Chi was stunned. It was right to think about it. Bai Shaohua also had to call Jue Qingyang as his uncle, so he was the same generation as him now. He was a new disciple, but suddenly became the uncle of Huo Zhi. It's also a good thing!
Bai Shaohua asked hesitantly, "Ling Chi, do you really want to go with Master Qingyang?"
Ling Chi shrugged, "Do I still have a choice?
"Well, well, good luck to you."
"..."
Ling Chi is depressed, what does it mean to wish myself good luck? What's the problem with joining Lingwutang? Why did Bai Shaohua say it was like he was going to go to five levels to kill six generals?
After spending nearly half an hour on the view of Taixu, Jue Qingyang and Ling Chi stopped in front of a tall and high-end gate. Ling Chi looked at the three words "Ling Wu Tang" on the gate, and couldn't help but It seems that there is nothing wrong with your choice, how grandiose it looks?
It's just that Ling Chi is a little puzzled about why there are no disciples in this Lingwu Hall? It stands to reason that there are so many disciples in this temple, and there are at least thousands of people in each branch, right?
But now the surrounding area is quiet, not only is there no one walking around, it also makes Ling Chi depressed that there seems to be a lack of anger around this area, everything is lifeless.
Ling Chi couldn't help thinking in his heart, how could he feel like he had been fooled?
Therefore, Ling Chi couldn't help asking Jue Qingyang, "Master, what does our Lingwutang do?"
"Add incense to the ancestors of the past, and let them protect the Taixu view forever."
"Then... is that the mourning hall?"
Jue Qingyang groaned for a while, and said: "That's probably what it means."
"puff!"
Ling Chi vomited blood. He only felt physically and mentally exhausted at this time. When he thought about his grave guard by Ji Fengtian when he was in the mortal world, he did not expect that he would come to this profound realm continent and reluctantly apprehend his teacher. Is this kind of work with four people?
This is too unlucky, right?
And even worse things happened, but a man hurried over and said to Jue Qingyang: "Uncle Master, Master Uncle Taiyin has passed away, Master Uncle Taiqing will let you go there."
Someone in the Taixu View has passed away. This is a sad thing, but Ling Chi didn't expect that Jue Qingyang would actually let out a sigh of relief, "Is he finally dead?"
"..."