A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

Gray, actually gray?

Muyu seemed to be poured from the head to the foot by a bucket of water, the whole body was cold and cold, gray? how can that be!

He couldn't believe his eyes. He always thought that his talent must be more than gray, at least red. After all, there was a constant flow of things in his body towards the stone. The feeling was so obvious. How could it be gray. What about?

But the stone has not changed for a long time, even if Mu Yu wanted to pierce it, it was useless. The stone was still gray, and it was very ordinary. There was a halo in the moonlight, as if mocking Mu Yu’s ignorance, he had to be hit again. Only once was reconciled.

Sure enough, is his talent not enough?

Muyu lowered his hand and walked up to the steps in frustration, sat down with his back to the stone. He buried his head in his arms, he didn't cry, he just felt uncomfortable. His mind echoed the village chief’s humorous voice and earnest gaze, remembering the genius character Xiao Hu who was held by the stars in the daytime, the aggressive look in front of everyone, thinking about the importance of the talent of the realm, and remembering being treated as a servant He used to be a deacon for a lifetime, but he was not reconciled.

Why is it gray? Is it really not suitable for me to cultivate immortals?

Mu Yu sighed. At first, he didn't like to cultivate immortals. If the village head wasn't too eager to make him an immortal respected by thousands of people, he wouldn't come to the academy. Only after he came, the village chief was laughed at by people in other villages, and was troubled by Xiaohu. He suddenly became dissatisfied. Why can others, but not himself?

If he returns to the village now, I'm afraid everyone will point him at him? When the villagers learned that they were going to be immortals, they came so far away with enthusiasm, and they went back like this, wouldn't they be a laughing stock?

He finally understood why the grey disciples of the academy chose to stay. They would have come to the academy happily and would soon become a fairy in the expectation of his family, but he was told that they could only be a grey disciple or go directly home. select? Did you come home and laugh at the villagers? They chose to stay, and Mu Yu's mood at the moment was as frustrated as those who were not selected.

"Why let a stone decide your destiny?"

The sound of kindness suddenly sounded in Muyu's ear, which surprised Muyu. He jumped up reflexively and looked in surprise at a man who suddenly appeared beside him.

It was an old man with white hair and white beards. He was very plainly dressed and patched on some parts of his clothes. This man turned out to be the leader of the Dust School who spoke for Mu Yu during the day! At this moment he was sitting on the steps that Mu Yu had just sat on. His wise eyes blinked Mu Yu in good faith and looked at Mu Yu with a smile.

"You, why are you here?"

Mu Yu was a little afraid in his heart. He just didn't notice how the other party came. The old man seemed to appear out of nowhere. Without any sound, he appeared so quietly beside Mu Yu, making it unexpected.

The head of the wind sat on the steps, staring at Mu Yu with interest, and said with a smile: "Come over here!"

Come over? Muyu didn't hear any footsteps!

"I, I'm leaving now, I won't disturb you anymore."

Muyu didn't know what to say for a while, and it stands to reason that he should be sleeping in bed now, instead of swimming here at night. The other party is an immortal master, and he is a gray disciple. If he angers the other party, he may be the same as the injured brother, and no one will be pitiful if he is scrapped.

"You walk through the other house of the comprehension in the evening, you know, for the comprehension, even if you don't have to go out of the door, you can know that someone is walking through. It is not a good thing to wander around at night, you don't plan to Explain why?"

There is no shelf at the head of the wind, it seems like an easy-going old man, looking for Muyu to talk about it.

Mu Yu didn't think he was so careful or was known by others, which made him a little afraid, this old man shouldn't see his own integration into the tree, right? If you see that, the consequences are unbearable. Mu Yu quickly said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know to disturb you..."

"I'm not the only one to be disturbed! But I covered it up for you. The other Dao friends may treat you like me, so I didn't find you."

The words of the head of the wind made Mu Yu be shocked. It turns out that he sneaked out at night and was discovered by others? He thought he was doing a covert job! Xianjia's extraordinary means are beyond his imagination. He is still too young.

"It turns out that this is the recklessness of the younger generation, thank you senior."

Mu Yu didn't know why the other party wanted to help himself. He was just a gray disciple. No one would care about the life and death of a gray disciple, but the old man seemed to be different. He helped himself once during the day and once again at night. Was he lucky?

"The moonlight is good tonight."

The head of the wind did not care, just looking at the night sky, as if admiring the bright moon. Muyu didn't speak, so she stood and admired the night with a tall fairy on the side of the quiet stone at night, making Muyu feel a little uncomfortable.

"Do you think a stone can determine your future?" Feng Zhang said for a long time.

Muyu shook his head: "I don't think so, but the identification of stones makes me a little unwilling."

"Oh, what makes you reconciled?" Feng Zhang asked curiously.

Mu Yu was silent. He is still young. He doesn't know where to go in the future. He only knows that he is here to cultivate immortals and live up to the hope of the village head. That's all. But his last hope is now shattered, which makes him very frustrated. He is not a piece of material for repairing immortals. He can never catch up with Xiaohu.

"I do not know."

It took a long time for Muyu to speak. He really didn't know what to do to make himself happy. Is it better than Xiaohu? Mu Yu remembered Xiaohu's domineering look during the day, and remembered that everyone looked at Xiaohu's eyes full of anticipation. What should he do to surpass that insulting fellow? Xiaohu has been accepted by Qingsong as an apprentice. His future is bright, but his talent is only ugly gray, and his future is bleak. How to surpass it?

"Mortal people call us fairy masters. Actually, only we ourselves know that the title of fairy master is not worthy of us. At best, we are just a cultivation person. In the cultivation field, no one ever calls each other a fairy. So don't care about fairy How powerful the teacher is, the environment of cultivation is not the most important thing. What matters is what you want, and who you want to be is to fight for yourself instead of relying on a stone to decide." The wind master came slowly.

"But without talent, it seems that no school can enter."

Muyu whispered that he wanted to fight, but this way he was completely blind, not knowing how to fight. If you don’t enter a martial art, and you will be a handy disciple here and be called by other practitioners, when will you become a fairy master!

"It doesn't matter whether the talent is gray or cyan, it doesn't matter. Comprehension depends on chance and effort. Talent only gives you a shortcut, and people without talent just take a few more bends. Comprehension is inherently a twist. Yes, if you don’t even have the determination and perseverance to go round and round, what about cultivation?

The wind master broke a flower from the stone crack and played it in his hand. This flower should not have appeared here. It bloomed early, but Muyu accidentally let it come out in advance.

The path of self-cultivation is tortuous, the most important thing is to rely on your own determination and perseverance!

Muyu figured out the old man's words, but his heart was more and more bright, as if a ray of sunlight swept away the haze in his heart. No one thing can be done easily, and many things have to go through some hardships to succeed. He gave up without hard work, so how to pursue success?

Mu Yu nodded slowly, bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you seniors, the juniors are taught."

Muyu stood up. He knew what he would do next. If he really wanted to pursue that fairy edge, then he could not be controlled by this stone. He can start with a grey disciple. No one can say for sure in the future, he just doesn’t like Xiaohu’s lifeless look, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com wants to defeat Xiaohu, he wants to prove that his village is not a so-called uncultivated village!

But he suddenly thought of something, and after a while asked: "Senior, I wonder if you can accept me?"

The wind master looked at Mu Yu and said with a smile: "Where is my school! But the bottom of the 20 schools, many people are reluctant to come, and I basically do not recruit disciples in the college."

"So how can you enter the predecessor's school?" Mu Yu asked earnestly.

"Why do you want a poor school?" Feng Zhang asked.

"Isn't that what the predecessors said? The cultivation environment is not the most important, so whether it is the first sect or the last sect, as long as you can practice." Mu Yu said.

The head of the wind laughed: "You use my words to block me. Since that is the case, is it okay to stay in the college to practice?"

"But if there is guidance from a senior like this, maybe my path will be better." Muyu wanted to kneel earnestly, but he found that there was an invisible resistance that prevented him from kneeling, he was a little puzzled. , I don’t understand why my legs don’t listen.

"Don't rush to make a decision first, maybe after reading this, you won't think about coming to my school."

The wind master stood up, then turned his gaze to the gray stone and continued: "This stone does not show any color without enough light, so it is impossible to accurately show a person's true talent at night. As for what your talent is, you can take a look at it yourself."

Mu Yu didn't understand the meaning of the wind master, he looked at the movement of the wind master. The wind master waved his hand, a flying sword came out of the sky, and the white light was shining brightly. Under the white light, the stone suddenly changed from an unsightly gray to a noble purple!

purple!

Mu Yu's talent turned out to be purple!