The vicious master always loves to die

Asking the Immortal Ladder to climb up step by step, the length seems to be endless.Those who are constantly climbing on the ladder, looking at the seemingly endless road, gradually feel withdrawn, and their steps become much heavier.

The thick gray fog obscured the line of sight, there was no light source, and the pressure was heavy on the shoulders.

The whistling of ghosts and monsters is in the ear, and the temptation of the demon is in front of him.

The greater the ambition, the more clumps of desires, and many cultivators are deeply involved in it. On the contrary, they are childish, and it is easier to pass through this evil tribulation.

Once you fail, you will fall to the bottom of the valley from the ladder of asking immortals, and when you open your eyes again, you have already returned to the bottom of the mountain and lost your qualifications.Everyone has only one chance, if they fail, they can only wait for the next sect recruitment to open and climb the ladder again.

For three days in a row, countless people fell from the ladder and lost their qualifications. Only a few hundred people remained on the ladder.

Seven days later, more than a hundred people asked the end of the fairy ladder.

Unexpectedly, so many people passed the screening this time, which made the elders blushed and beaming, and waited for the newcomers to enter the hall to test their spiritual roots.

Testing the spiritual root is very simple, you only need to put your hand on the non-attribute stone, and you can know what kind of spiritual root it is by the light that the stone emits.

When a dazzling golden light flashed by, several elders stood up excitedly on the spot: "Yes, it is a golden spirit root... a single spirit root!!"

"That boy from Ouyang's family is my apprentice. Whoever snatches this old man will turn his face and deny him!" When Linggen detected that the young man from Ouyang's family was Shan Linggen, Elder He was overjoyed and hurriedly acted first. Strong, very strong.

"Hey, you old man, I'm coming up again." Elder Liu, who loves to quarrel with Elder He, rolled up his sleeves and made a fist with his right hand, as if he was about to fight.

"Don't be noisy, don't be noisy, there are still so many seedlings." Headmaster Feng laughed, and he was so happy that the sect had won another day of talent.

Miao Zi, who was favored by several elders before, was indeed talented. After a lot of snatching, they were all accepted as apprentices by the elders, and the atmosphere in the hall was full of joy.

Elder He puffed out his chest, stroking his beard with a contented expression, and everyone present here didn't look like my little apprentice was beating up, it was itchy.

Those disciples who have not been admitted to the master sect are also assigned to the outer sect according to their abilities. If they practice hard, they can be promoted to the inner sect and worship their favorite elders as teachers.

Amidst the joy, Yan Xici opened his eyes, feeling a little strange in his heart.

Where is the hero?Where did you go? ? ?

He clearly remembered that the male protagonist Ji Moze and Ouyang Rui were in the same period, and two consecutive top-level qualifications were included in the door, which made the head of Feng Feng break his usual calm image on the spot, and laughed out loud.

But after everyone was tested, where did Ji Moze go?

"See the master. There is also a child who passed the ladder. For some reason, he stood motionless at the intersection of the ladder. The disciple just found him, so he was brought here." Followed by the disciples under the door, after a while, a figure The thin boy walked slowly into the hall.

His skin was pale, his hair was yellow and messy, and he was as thin as dry wood. With half-worn clothes on his body, he looked even more empty.

Ji Moze, eight years old, suffered great changes in his clan, his loyal servants took him around to avoid hunting, and then sent him to Xuantian Xianzong to seek asylum.This is the description of Ji Moze in the book.

Looking at the thin and small figure at the door, Yan Xici's pupils trembled: This is so... eight years old? ?Saying that he is six years old is too old! ! ! !

Is this really the male lead?Could it be that he made a mistake! ! !

"Boy... Ji Moze, I have met all the masters..." The boy's voice was a little hoarse, and his breath was weak, like a candle in the wind, crumbling.

I rely on!It really is! !

The novel only said that in order to survive, the loyal servant led the little master to hide around, but looking at the stunted figure, who was about to burp, it was obviously at the end of his strength... How long had it been since he had eaten, and he was so weak ?

This... can this still be abused?If the male protagonist is abused and his braids are raised early, how can he go back?

Male lead, you can't die! !My future depends on you! ! !

The elders were also stunned by the frail boy for a moment, but Sect Master Feng responded quickly and spoke softly: "Good boy, go over there and test your spiritual roots."

Ji Moze nodded slightly, as if it would take more energy to make a bigger move.With slow steps, he walked slowly towards the test stone beside him, and put his hand on it.

All of a sudden, the golden red light was radiant, intense like fire, brilliant and dazzling, illuminating the sky and the earth like a scorching sun.

"This... this..." Headmaster Feng lost his composure, trembling: "Heaven... Skyfire Spiritual Root..."

"What!!" The elders were shocked, and the elders who had been somewhat dispirited jumped up from their seats in unison, and flew to the test stone in an instant, wanting to confirm the authenticity.

"It's really the Spiritual Root of Heavenly Fire..." Elder Sun's voice trembled, he couldn't hold back his excitement, and then his eyes burst out: "Are you willing to worship me?"

"Elder Sun, how can you teach me a wood spirit root? Why don't you come to my sect, and I will accept you as a roommate right now... Oh no, I will teach you as a disciple!"

"Elder Luo's words are wrong. Although my grandson is only at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul..." Elder Sun glanced at Elder Luo at the early stage of the Nascent Soul, "But I still have a lot of experience in how to train apprentices. My disciples All of them have built their foundations, and even the disciples who were recovered last time have completed their qi refining."

"Then, don't I have the most qualifications to accept disciples?" An elder who has already cultivated half of his feet and turned into a god, took the steps of a master, stroking his black beard very contentedly, "The eldest disciple of this seat is already a golden disciple." Master Dan, when it comes to teaching, I will not lose to anyone."

Several elders quarreled and vowed to take the peerless genius of this day's spiritual root into their sect.

The thin child was surrounded by a group of powerful people. If it was an ordinary child, he would have been trembling and afraid to speak, but the child in front of him opened a pair of eyes that were sallow and emaciated due to hunger and protruded a little bit. The black eyes looked at everyone. Dark.

"I want to take him as an apprentice." Amidst the quarrels, a cold voice rang out. The elders turned around and saw Master Qing Ning, who had been watching as a wallflower before, was standing aside, looking at him with a cold expression. with everyone.

"Junior brother, there are so many seedlings, you can choose one. As for this..." Feng Changrong had a rather ugly expression, and he was silent for a long time, intending to persuade him, but was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"I want him."

The white-haired immortal in black clothes came slowly, and the sunlight outside the hall shone, casting a layer of soft light on the immortal's back.He slowly stretched out his delicate and perfect hand like a jade carving to the frightened young child, like a traveler in the desert who has found an oasis, and like a person who has fallen into the abyss of despair, he has the road to redemption.Ji Moze couldn't help stretching out his hands, and slowly and tightly grasped those hands, as if grasping driftwood, and refused to let go again.

"Would you like it?" Yan Xici lowered his head, looked at the little radish in front of him, observed closely, and was once again shocked by the refugee's skinny appearance.Fortunately, he was not shocked at all, and his pupils recovered after a huge shock. In the eyes of others, he was still the aloof Qing Ning Master.

"I...will, master, respect..." Ji Moze said every word, as if exhausting his last strength, then lowered his head and lost his voice.

Well, that's great, it's done in an instant.Yan Xici looked at the hero with satisfaction, and gave him a thumbs up in his heart.

Seeing that the young boy personally recognized Yan Xici as his teacher, the elders all looked a little unhappy. The originally noisy hall suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere was terrifyingly silent.

"Junior brother... this matter is a bit inappropriate, how about..." Feng Changrong wanted to say a few more words, but Yan Xici's indifferent gaze silenced him, his lips murmured for a while, and finally he sighed softly , no more words.

The purpose is achieved, no need to stay.Yan Xici summoned Fei Jian to stand up, and when he looked back, Little Douding was still standing where he was, but raised his head again at some point, his black pupils staring at him closely.

"Come up."

A simple sentence, no more words.

Douding Ji Moze climbed onto the flying sword silently, huddled stiffly into a ball as if a little scared.

"Get up!" As soon as the mantra came out, the flying sword flew into the air quickly and flew to the destination the sword owner wanted.Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Xiao Douding behind him, looking down from top to bottom, he felt that the little hero was like a big-headed doll, and with his jet-black pupils, he couldn't help but think of the classic ghost boy in a certain island country horror movie he watched before. The shape - the kind of clothes, scary.

Feijian didn't go to the main peak, but stopped near a spiritual spring in the back mountain. Immediately, the thin Ji Moze was thrown into the spiritual spring, and his whole body was drenched in an instant.

"Clean yourself and come up again." After Yan Xici finished speaking indifferently, he stepped on the flying sword again, turning into a stream of light and galloping away, leaving the child sitting in the water in a daze, with the water flowing from his hair. Just the baggy clothes are sticking to the body at this moment, which is very pitiful.

Looking at the figure who left without mercy, Ji Moze's lips moved a few times, but no sound came out, and there was no expression on his face.

A moment later, the black figure reappeared in the back mountain, and the child who was left behind was only wearing his jacket, shivering on a boulder beside the spring.The already sallow face was now a little pale, it seemed that it was frozen by the mountain wind.

Yan Xici was very satisfied with this, and regardless of Xiao Douding's mood, he directly carried him onto the flying sword and flew back to Tianwu Peak.

"Master, we are back." The clear boy's voice sounded, and Lu Xingyao returned to Tianwu Peak with a series of rice dumplings. The first thing he did was to greet Master.

Why did you come back so soon, the recruitment process is over?Looking at the excited disciples, Yan Xici was expressionless, and just wanted to send them away.

"Master, is this the new junior brother?" Lu Xingyao noticed the thin boy beside him, and asked very understandingly.

"Hmm." Yan Xici responded, looking back and forth between the big apprentice and the male lead.

The bud-headed little loli timidly poked her head out from behind the senior brother, and looked at the new junior brother. Does that mean that she is no longer the youngest apprentice, and she will be the senior sister from now on!

So she said, "Hi, junior brother, I am your senior sister."

! !Ji Moze suddenly widened his eyes in a loss of composure, and couldn't believe who he saw. He opened his mouth, his lips trembling, and then lowered his head again, clasping his hands tightly to calm his mind.

The gentle and beautiful figure in my memory appeared vividly in front of me at this time, so innocent and beautiful, without any worries.

Ji Moze has never been so grateful for everything like this moment!