Dedicate One’s Mind

Not to mention, in the past few years, Lingya really achieved the true position of the cave sky, and many disciples wanted to worship the real sect on Lingya, and there were many disciples with extraordinary talents.

Yuan Xi, in Wang Chuchen's eyes, can only be regarded as the upper middle class.

In fact, among the four real people present including Wu Yi, which one of them has the talents that is not inferior to Yuanxi, otherwise, would he really think that cultivation is easy and a matter of course?

Xuan Zhenzi's face seemed to bloom with a smile, and his beard trembling from time to time, but today he made him a big show!

Originally, Xuan Zhenzi only wanted Yuan Xi to be his disciple, but after a previous incident, he decided to make an exception and directly accept Yuan Xi, who was still in the foundation realm at this time, as his disciple.

Xuan Zhenzi thought that when Yuan Xi, a silly boy, heard the news, he would bow his head and bow down. Then he would stage a good show of filial piety, and he would be able to earn a reputation.

At this moment, Yuan Xi, who should have been extremely happy, lowered his head, frowning, and didn't know what he was thinking. No one noticed that when everyone was cheering before, a woman quietly left, except for Yuan Xi.

She was like a beam of light. She had no way to go on Yuanxi, and her future was dark. When she was almost abandoned by the Tianmen of Zhenyang Cave, she gave him light. Although she could not guide him forward, she made him understand that there is still hope ahead. Someone cared about him, and started to move forward again.

She is like a shower of rain, dense and silent, warm and moist, not the most beautiful, not the richest, not the most powerful, but the most considerate, warm, and considerate, her status, In Yuanxi's heart, no one can waver.

However, she is also humble, with a reputation of being from a big family, but not as good as an ordinary disciple. She suffers all difficulties and does things she does not want to do. And she is the only way to break the shackles, but the price is unknown.

The past has gradually turned into today's melancholy. Should I persist in my promise to her?

Yuan Xi's fists as big as sandbags, clenched tightly, his feet seem to be standing on the ground, completely pushed up by the people behind, unlike the others who hold their heads high, for fear that a few real people can't see themselves. Disciple.

The method of collecting apprentices in the same line of master and apprentice, to be honest, is indeed very rough, and it appears to be more mighty rather than lenient. It is like raising Gu. Choose a few people and let them compete with each other.

The winner is promoted, and the loser is not left with nothing, but the super-intensity training will damage their bodies immeasurably. If there is no high-quality magic ointment applied in the future, I am afraid that it will be like this for a lifetime, and it will be difficult to move.

Such a crude method naturally gave the family a line of opportunity to penetrate. There are many other children, and there is no need to succeed. As long as there is one, it is enough to disgustingly kill the master and disciple.

There are definitely many examples of Yuanxi. Yuanxi is not the first, and will definitely not be the last. As long as the struggle between the master and apprentice family is endless, this matter will inevitably be endless.

"Er et al. are outstanding disciples in this general election. It is your blessing for the few real people to come here to accept disciples, so please behave well!"

An Yirong said this, but his eyes were looking at Yuanxi. If Yuanxi behaved well this time, it would be a sure thing to enter the Tiancheng Elder's House, but when he saw Yuanxi's head drooping, she was frustrated. It's just because of everyone, it's not easy to say it clearly, so I have to increase my tone and gritted his teeth.

Since Xuan Zhenzi had taken a fancy to Yuanxi, he pretended to be generous and said: "A few daoists should choose disciples first!"

Finally pushed around, Wang Chuchen was the first one, but he saw him say to a group of disciples: "Then I will sacrifice my body incarnation and play a piece of music for the right tone, and again for the noise. You guys. Among them, if anyone can hear the difference, I will accept whoever is my apprentice."

Monks are basically good at singing and dancing, versatile, and they are quite complex, but they don’t represent fineness. It is like Wang Chuchen enters the Tao with rhythm, and he is even more advanced than ordinary people. The noise in his mouth says Uncertainty is better than the positive tone that many people have played for many years.

To hear it, either the spiritual sense is strong enough to capture the rhythmic changes in it, or it is a very deep study of the rhythm.

The disciples flexed their hands, and the gods listened quietly. At this moment, even the sound of the wind blowing the leaves seemed so irritable.

Wang Chuchen turned into a light on the Heavenly Gate. After a moment of light and shadow change, he turned into a human form, almost the same as Wang Chuchen, except that his eyes were clearer and he looked younger.

This incarnation carried a guzheng on his back, sat down cross-legged, and placed the guzheng on his lap. His fingers were slender and slender, as white as the first bamboo shoots, like a woman. No, they are enough to make women admire. Strings, test the timbre, adjust the rhythm.

After that, the avatar officially began to play.

Seeing his right ring finger rubbed the strings, the sound of the piano was like gurgling water, butterflies flying and cranes dancing, cheerful and harmonious.

Suddenly, the light rain was lingering, and the rain hit the bananas, the sound was very pleasant, and the sound of the piano was reduced.

Gradually into the night, the sound of the piano sounded like the enchanting clouds and mists in the mountains. Between the flowing clouds, a carriage passed by, and the singing of birds seemed lonely and empty.

After one song, the sound of the piano still reverberates and continues.

Many people have been brought into the mood by Wang Chuchen's song. They have not been able to wake up for a long time. They seem to be lethargic. If An Yirong wakes up earlier~www.wuxiaspot.com~coughing one or two, I am afraid that some people Will not wake up in a day.

And this is just a small test by Wang Chuchen, of course these methods are nothing to Wang Chuchen.

"What's the name of this song? The meaning is far-reaching and memorable. The real person of Guichen should not hide himself, and share the good things." Yan Ziling was born in a family and knew a lot about these things. So when he heard this song, he started to talk to Wang Chuchen asked.

"This song is called "Return to People", which I learned from my travels in Hongchen. It's hard to be elegant, and it makes Taoists laugh."

"I don't care. If you don't give me the piano score, I won't go back today. I will definitely go to the house you opened and live for ten days and a half month."

Yan Ziling pretended to be a rogue and yelled. Whether he is really curious about it or intends to get closer to Wang Chuchen is not known. Wu Yi hopes it is the former, but the latter is more likely.

"Okay, if fellow Daoists go, they will surely sweep the couch to welcome each other." Wang Chuchen and Yan Ziling seemed to ignore everyone, and they spoke on their own, making Wu Yi quite speechless and could not help but remind them. The two realized that, Convergence a bit.

As for the others, they can only listen, and they must not dare to speak.