"Squeak!"

The gate of the courtyard was gently pushed open, Ye Wuqiu walked out, bowed inside, came to Shen Xinghun, patted his shoulder, and turned around and left.

Shen Xinghun didn't know what was happening inside, but based on Ye Wuqiu's expression, it was roughly possible that he had met a very good master and asked him to respect him from the bottom of his heart.

No matter how nervous he was, it was Shen Xinghun's turn at this moment. He took a deep breath and walked into the courtyard.

The moment he pushed open the yard door, he saw the decorations inside the yard.

In fact, the decoration inside is very simple. There is only a huge incense burner, placed in the middle of the yard, and there is a cushion in front of the incense burner. After entering, just use a stick of incense stick with your own hands and kneel on it, and naturally the heads of each mountain peak can be sensed. A ray of divine thought will be divided into contact with the examined person through the cushion, thus deciding whether to accept disciples.

Shen Xinghun picked up three incense sticks from beside the incense burner, waved his hand, and the incense curled up. He bowed respectfully three times, inserted the incense into the incense burner, and then knelt on the cushion, waiting for the divine thoughts of the first seats.

The incense in the incense burner has been burning for half. During this period, many heads came here with divine thoughts, but in the end they all sighed lightly and did not choose to accept Shen Xinghun as a disciple.

Until this moment, an old voice sounded:

"Child, go, your spiritual vein is full of cracks, and the spiritual energy in your body is also impure. Even if you stay, you won't do anything."

As soon as he said this, Shen Xinghun felt as if he was struck by lightning and did not speak for a long time. It was not until the old voice sighed that he came to his senses.

When he was in the lower realm, he had unparalleled combat power and had no rivals in the same realm, but now someone has told him such bad news.

He remained silent for a long time and knelt on the cushion. It was not until a knock on the door that he came to his senses. It turned out that an hour had passed.

He seemed to have exhausted all his strength and walked out of the small yard with shaking purpose.

Now he doesn't know what else he can do, he can't go back to the lower realm, and where is his place in the upper realm.

In fact, the spiritual energy is not pure because the spiritual energy in the lower realm is not as pure as the upper realm, so this situation will naturally occur. However, the biggest problem that Shen Xinghun encountered is that there are countless cracks in the spiritual vein, which he did not even notice. Only those who have a far higher cultivation level than him can see at a glance.

The reason for this situation is that his secret technique of blood killing. Although the secret technique is against the will of heaven, it will eventually damage the body. After the blood boils, his spiritual veins are not strong enough, and they are torn out of cracks.

The sky gradually became darker, and Shen Xinghun was still walking aimlessly at this time, floating in the Xuanzong like a dead soul.

Suddenly, several figures appeared in front of him. Those people were guards responsible for the safety of Xuanzong. Seeing that Shen Xinghun was in a wrong state, they stepped forward to interrogate.

"Stop, who?"

There are many disciples of Xuanzong, and it is impossible to know each other all of them, so no one paid attention to Shen Xinghun before, but these people are responsible for guarding Xuanzong, so they are naturally much more sensitive than others.

"I? I should be considered a disciple of Xuanzong, right?"

The person who asked just now was stunned, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him would say such words.

"Which first disciple are you?"

Shen Xinghun shook his head and walked forward without answering.

Seeing Shen Xinghun like this, the man ordered the people around him to surround Shen Xinghun and was about to take action.

Suddenly, someone flew into the sky. Seeing that the atmosphere here was so tense, he spoke before he could land:

"Stop with all senior brothers. This person has just passed the assessment. I hope the senior brothers will forgive you."

The person who came was the one who led Shen Xinghun and others to the courtyard.

"This junior brother, come with me and meet the elder who is responsible for recruiting disciples this time."

After saying that, Shen Xinghun did not stop for a long time, knowing that there was no other way now, he flew with him to the distance.

The two were in a hall at this time. There were three elders sitting in the hall. One of them was full of red hair and even his beard was red. He looked like he was in his fifties. The first impression he felt was that this person had a hot temper and must not provoke him.

On his left hand was a middle-aged man dressed in Wensheng, holding a folding fan in his hand, and gently patting his palm.

On the other side was a woman, about thirty years old, wearing a light green long skirt, staring at the things in the distance, not knowing what she was thinking.

His Highness Shen Xinghun and his disciples lowered their heads and looked respectfully.

"Elder Wu, do you think about this?"

The man dressed in Wensheng spoke and asked the elder sitting in the middle. It can be seen that among the three, Elder Wu had absolute right to speak.

"Since the founding of my Xuanzong, my disciples have not passed the assessment, but there is no one who is willing to accept disciples. If you spread it, you won't be ridiculed by the world. Even if your foundation is bad, as long as you pass the assessment, how can you abandon me even if you are a disciple of my Xuanzong?"

The elder surnamed Wu spoke, and his words were full of dissatisfaction with the heads of each peak, but his position was really limited, so it would be difficult to change this situation.

"Old Wu, don't be angry, or just send him to Tuyun Peak!"

The woman yawned on the side, thinking that this was not a big deal, and it was a bit of a laborious task to gather the three of them together.

The elder surnamed Wu glanced at her and didn't say anything because Izumo Peak was very special in Xuanzong.

There was not a single disciple in the entire Izuyun Peak, only Wang Tianyun, the first one.

"Well, just follow the opinions of Elder Chu and send this person to Tuiyun Peak, and from then on, he officially becomes a disciple of Xuanzong."

After speaking, the three elders stood up and left, leaving only Shen Xinghun and the disciple who was responsible for guidance in the hall.

"Junior Brother Shen, follow me!"

This man spoke very little and never spoke again along the way. He sent Shen Xinghun to the foot of a mountain, clasped his fists slightly at him, and turned around and left.

Shen Xinghun looked at the appearance of this mountain and felt a little disappointed. Unlike other peaks, it was obvious that no one had repaired it for a long time, and the mountain roads had been flooded with weeds. It was completely desolate, just like those wild mountains and ridges.

Fortunately, the sound of birds singing in the mountains and forests is pleasant, and the sound of insects singing is beautiful, and the strange flowers and plants grow in a mess, but you can appreciate the magical skills of nature and the mind is peaceful.

Shen Xinghun calmed down and stepped up the mountain. This mountain road was difficult to walk and could not fly easily. After walking for nearly a stick of incense, he passed through the weeds and woods and vaguely saw the situation on the top of the mountain.

There was a small courtyard there, just like an ordinary farmer's house. At this time, one door was closed and the other was opened. On the edge of the door, a sloppy middle-aged man sat.

He looked fifty years old, dressed in rags, with all kinds of stains on it, and it was impossible to see the original color of the clothes.

His beard was hanging below his chest, with weed leaves hanging on it, and his hair had not been washed for several years, and it had already stood up. There was no clear expression on his face, and it was covered with dirt on it.

He held a wine gourd in his hand and kept pouring it into his mouth.

His eyes were turbid, old and dull, just like an old man in the ordinary, who had experienced too many things in his life, and now he saw through everything, his eyes were dull and terrible, just as nothing in this world could cause a slight turmoil in his heart.

Shen Xinghun stepped forward and bent down to the old man.

"Disciple Shen Xinghun, pay homage to the first seat!"

He did not call him Master because the other party did not admit that there was such a disciple, and he was completely unaware of it. It was just that it was arranged by the sect for him.

The man glanced at him without saying a word, and still looked at the blue sky and white clouds in the distance, and the gourd in his hand did not stop for a moment.

For a full day, he did not move any extra movements, just watched the sky keep drinking. It was already evening, and he finally stood up.

"Come in."

Shen Xinghun stood outside the door and stayed with him for a day. At this moment, he finally got permission and walked in with the man.

Ignoring Shen Xinghun, Wang Tianyun, went straight to his room door, opened it and rushed in, only to hear a jingle sound inside, and then completely quieted down.

Shen Xinghun sighed and finally knew why he was the only one here.

But since he came here, he was at ease. Even if it was not good, he finally had a place to stay. In the room next to Wang Tianyun, Shen Xinghun simply cleaned up and lived there.

Wang Tianyun is still like this every day. During the day, he looks at the sky and drinks, and he will rest early at night. He even hasn't said another word to Shen Xinghun for the past month.

In addition to practicing and meditating every day, Shen Xinghun is also trying to find ways to heal himself. Now that there are cracks in the spiritual vein, it is not a trivial matter after all, and it will completely affect his future practice.

Get up early this day, Shen Xinghun breathed in front of the newborn sun, and Wang Tianyun was still sleeping soundly at this time. After the practice, Shen Xinghun had nothing to do and wanted to wander around the mountain, and there was still a white beast hidden in his space ring.

Although he would let it out for breath every day, since he was seen by Wang Tianyun that day, Shen Xinghun watched Wang Tianyun swallowing his saliva, and really didn't dare to continue letting the white beast show up.

There are many birds and beasts in the mountains and forests. The white little beast is like coming to a fairyland on earth. None of the birds and beasts it likes can escape, and they are all knocked down by it with one blow, and finally piled up in front of Shen Xinghun.

Before Shen Xinghun could move, the white beast had already raised the fire with his own hands.

He pointed to a stream not far away and signaled that Shen Xinghun must wash his hands before barbecuing it.

Shen Xinghun knocked it, but he still did what it said, roasting the little beasts, and the man and the beast began to feast.

Although Shen Xinghun had already fasted, he could eat for the sake of taste, not to fill his stomach. At this time, he tasted wild game that he hadn't eaten for a long time, and felt satisfied.

The white little beast beside him wished he could grow a mouth so that he could satisfy his desire to eat.

Just as this man and beast were tasting the delicious food, a figure appeared quietly next to Shen Xinghun, reached out to pick up the barbecue next to the fire, and bit it down.

It was not until this time that Shen Xinghun discovered that someone was coming. He was slightly stunned and hurriedly held his fists and bowed.
Chapter completed!