Changxi Prefecture West, Green Rock Mountain.
The mountain is not steep, but it has a majestic air. A bluestone staircase winds up, with ancient pines on both sides. Birds fly by from time to time, and their songs are clear and clear.
Chen Jianghe stood at the foot of the mountain and looked up.
At the end of the steps, hidden in the clouds and mist, is the Xingyi Sect Mountain Gate.
This place is the real Martial Dao bulk weather.
He took a deep breath and stepped onto the bluestone steps.
One step, two steps, three steps...
The higher you go, the stronger the mountain wind becomes, blowing your clothes.
After about half an hour, my eyes suddenly became clear.
A simple and majestic stone mountain gate stands in front of you, more than three feet high. On the lintel are three large characters "Xingyi Sect" with iron paintings and silver hooks. They are vigorous and vigorous, and vaguely reveal the will of Martial Dao.
He took a deep breath and stepped onto the last stone step.
Under the archway, two young disciples wearing navy blue shorts stand on either side.
"Who is coming?" The disciple on the left spoke, his voice calm, yet alert.
Chen Jianghe took three steps forward and cupped his fists. "Yilin County Xingyi Martial Arts Hall disciple, Chen Jianghe, come here under the order of the master."
"Yilin County?" The disciple on the right pondered for a moment, "Li Chengyue? Is he a disciple of Uncle Master?"
"Exactly."
The two disciples looked at each other, and the disciple on the left said, "Please wait a moment."
He turned around and walked quickly up the stone steps, and soon he brought back an old man in green robes who was about fifty years old and had a pale face.
The old man walked steadily, his eyes fell on Chen Jianghe, he looked up and down, and a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes. "Li Chengyue----After so many years, he is finally willing to recommend someone back?"
"Yes." Chen Jianghe bowed and saluted.
"Have you brought Junior Brother Li's token?"
Chen Jianghe took out the black iron medal from his arms and presented it with both hands.
The old man took it, rubbed the word "Xingyi" on the card, remained silent for a moment, and nodded slowly. "Since you are holding the iron card, according to the rules of the sect, you should measure the root bones and test the cultivation level. Do you know the nine shapes of the root bones?"
Chen Jianghe shook his head. "I don't know, this junior."
"Martial Dao practice, the root bone is the foundation." Elder Shouzhuo said slowly, "Xingyi Sect divides the root bone qualifications into nine shapes, one shape is the least, and nine shapes are the best. The root bones are not destined to die for life, but they determine the speed of early advancement and the level of potential."
He paused briefly and said, "Come with me."
After that, he turned around and continued up the stone steps. Chen Jianghe followed closely behind.
After passing through the archway, the view suddenly opened up.
An open square is paved with bluestone slabs and is a hundred feet square.
At the end of the square is a magnificent hall with cornices and brackets, and a plaque with the words "Xingyi Hall" written on it.
At this time, there were more than ten people in the square, all waiting.
The old man led Chen Jianghe to a side hall on the west side of the square. The door of the hall was open and the furnishings inside were simple, with only a long table and a few wooden chairs.
"Wait here." The old man said, turned around and entered the side hall.
Chen Jianghe stood outside the hall and glanced at the people in the square.
There were about fifteen or sixteen people, mostly between sixteen and twenty, both men and women, dressed in different styles, some luxurious, some simple, but the aura of all of them was not weak, at least they were in the early stage of transforming energy.
Three of them are particularly eye-catching.
On the far left is a young man in brocade clothes, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a handsome face and an arrogant look. The aura around him is smooth and restrained, which is actually Hua Jin.
There were several people surrounding him, talking in low voices and in complimentary tones.
In the middle is a woman who looks to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. She is dressed in a goose-yellow outfit. She has a slim figure and a beautiful appearance. Especially her eyes, which seem to be shining when she glances at them.
She stood alone, not talking to anyone, just looking at the mountain scenery in the distance, her breath was hidden, but Chen Jianghe could feel that she was also turning strength.
On the far right is a thin young man.
He was about in his early twenties, with a pale face and a thin figure. He was wearing a coarse cloth shirt that had been washed white. He stood alone in the corner, looking down at the toes of his shoes.
His breath was weak, and it seemed to be there or not, but Chen Jianghe paid close attention and could detect that underneath that weak breath, there was a solid and thick strength - it was also Hua Jin.
"Next, Zhao Mingxuan."
The old man's voice came from the side hall.
The young man in brocade clothes straightened his clothes and walked in with his head held high.
After about half a stick of incense, he walked out of the side hall with a look of pride that could not be concealed on his face.
"Six Forms root bones, turned into energy at the age of eighteen, not bad." The old man's voice then came out, "Enter the candidates for the inner sect."
The corners of the young man's mouth curled up, and he nodded slightly to the people who gathered around him. When his eyes swept over the woman in yellow, he paused for a moment, a trace of heat flashed in his eyes, and then returned to normal.
"Next, Shen Qingyan."
The woman in yellow stepped in.
This time, it took a little longer.
After about a stick of incense, she walked out of the side hall, her expression still calm, but there was a bit more agility in her eyes.
"Seven Forms Root Bone, you have become stronger at the age of sixteen." There was a rare hint of appreciation in the old man's voice, "Enter the candidate for the inner sect."
Suddenly there was a low exclamation in the square.
"Seven Forms----Oh my god, this talent is top-notch even for the inner sect, right?"
"At the age of sixteen, I am still Seven Forms Root Bone----no wonder----"
"It seems that there will be a good show in the selection of inner disciples this year."
Shen Qingyan ignored these comments. She walked aside and still stood alone.
"Next, Lin Yan."
The thin young man trembled, took a deep breath, and walked into the side hall with his head lowered.
This time, it took the longest.
After two full sticks of incense, he walked out. His face was a bit paler than when he entered, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.
The old man's voice was silent for a moment, then slowly sounded, "Four Forms bones, become stronger at the age of twenty."
There was silence in the square, and then there were a few very light sneers.
"Four Forms? This---- can also transform energy?"
"Is it possible that some secret medicine was used to break through? The foundation must be illusory----"
Lin Yan lowered his head and held the corners of his clothes tightly with both hands.
But the old man's next words stunned everyone. "Of course, if you are under twenty years old and have reached Huajin, you will be admitted to the inner sect according to the rules of the sect."
There was a sudden silence in the square.
The faces of those who were sneering suddenly became wonderful.
Lin Yan raised his head suddenly, his eyes filled with disbelief, which immediately turned into ecstasy, but was quickly suppressed.
He just bowed deeply towards the side hall and stepped aside, still lowering his head, but his shoulders were trembling slightly.
Chen Jianghe watched quietly, understanding in his heart.
When Xingyi Sect recruits disciples, it is true that they value their talent and talents, but the rules of the sect also leave a small gap for those who have reached the level of strength under the age of twenty. Regardless of their talent, they can enter the inner sect without exception.
This is an opportunity given to those warriors who have ordinary talents but are willing to work hard or have other opportunities to break free from their innate limitations.
But, what about after entering the inner gate?
The gap in foundation, the inclination of resources, the attention of the division commanders - the difference between cloud and mud may have just begun.
"Next, Chen Jianghe."
Chen Jianghe recovered his thoughts and walked into the side hall.
The light in the hall is slightly dim, and there are three people sitting behind the long desk.
In the middle is the old man in green robes, and on the left and right sit a middle-aged man, one with a stern face and the other with a gentle expression.
"Yilin County Xingyi Martial Arts Hall, Chen Jianghe." Chen Jianghe cupped his fists.
"Li Chengyue's apprentice——" the old man in the middle said slowly, "I am the deacon of the outer sect Zhou Qingyuan. These two are the elders Sun Ji and elder Wu You of the inner sect."
Chen Jianghe saluted again.
Elder Zhou looked at him and suddenly said, "Reach out your hand."
Chen Jianghe extends his right arm.
Elder Zhou placed three fingers on his wrist vein, and a warm force quietly penetrated, exploring it carefully.
The whole process lasted about a hundred breaths.
Elder Zhou took back his hand, the look of surprise in his eyes became thicker. "The foundation is solid, the qi and blood are thick, and the energy is solid - it's not like entering for the first time."
He paused and looked at the two elders on the left and right.
Elder Sun said coldly, "How's the bone?"
Elder Zhou pondered for a moment and said slowly, "Five shapes."
Five Forms Root Bone, the middle and upper position.
Elder Sun frowned slightly and said nothing.
Elder Wu smiled gently, "With Five Forms Root Bone, it is rare to be able to gain strength at the age of eighteen. Junior Brother Li did teach a good apprentice."
Elder Zhou nodded, took a roster, and wrote down, "Chen Jianghe, eighteen years old, Five Forms Root Bone, in the early stage of transformation."
Enter candidates for the inner door."
After he finished writing, he looked at Chen Jianghe: "The rules of the sect are that the inner sect disciple candidates must wait for three days at Anju Inn, and they will be assigned after Court Master of each academy reviews the roster. With this token, go to the inn to find the steward to arrange accommodation."
As he said that, he handed over a wooden token with "Xingyi" engraved on the front and the number on the back: Ding Nine.
Chen Jianghe took it and bowed. "Thank you, elder."
"Go ahead."
Chen Jianghe exits the side hall.
Everyone in the square gathered their gazes, some were curious, some were scrutinizing, and some were indifferent.
Five Forms Root Bone, the energy at the age of eighteen is not bad, but it cannot be said to be amazing.
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