How could Ye Ping not be happy if he could study and take exams without spending any money? Therefore, during the three years since he came across the time travel, Ye Ping has studied the books of sages seriously. He can recite the Seven Books and Nine Classics by heart, and he knows every famous saying of the sages by heart. Moreover, with the help of his status as a liberal arts student, Ye Ping can also come up with some human quatrains from time to time. What worldly affairs are like flowing water, and life is just a dream. Why don't men take Wu Gou, conquer fifty states, fight three thousand miles, and fight against millions of troops with one sword? Of course, these quatrains have all undergone some processing. After all, there are no barriers in this world, so they must be processed to suit the occasion. You know what, thanks to these human quatrains, Ye Pingjin Guo is quite famous. But just when Ye Ping was planning to take the imperial examination with full confidence, an accident happened. When he was on his way to Beijing to take the imperial examination, he saw someone standing on a magic sword, flying across the sky, looking free and easy and impressive. Suddenly Ye Ping understood. It turns out this is the world of cultivating immortals. After learning the news, Ye Ping instantly felt extremely uncomfortable.
I studied hard for three years. Do you know how these three years have passed? I thought this was a world of scholars, where everyone had skills to practice and books to read. But I didn’t expect that this world is actually a world of cultivating immortals. Go study in the world of immortal cultivation? Isn't this a brain problem? Although Ye Ping did not have any great ambitions, he also knew the difference between the cultivation system and the study system. Even if you are a king or a prince, you are nothing but a weed in the eyes of immortal cultivators, right? Even if you are the king of a country, you still have to be respectful when facing immortal cultivators, right? So when he learned that this was a world of cultivating immortals, Ye Ping gave up literature and pursued the illusory path to immortality. I thought this process would be a long one. But what is unexpected is that immortal cultivators are not a rare species in this world at all, on the contrary, they are as numerous as the hairs on cattle. Within a month, Ye Ping participated in four or five ascension conferences. In this world of cultivating immortals, there are numerous sects, and these sects are very diligent. They hold immortal ascension conferences every year to recruit disciples. Anyone with a little spiritual root can become an immortal. Ye Ping, who participated in nearly fifty Ascension Conferences, was blacklisted by major sects in Qingzhou and then discovered that he had a physique without spiritual roots. It's not a very rare physique, but rather the worst of the worst of the worst. This kind of physique is generally called good-for-nothing. However, after learning that he had the weakest physique, Ye Ping was not sad at all, but very happy instead. Isn’t this the beginning of a classic novel?
The worse the start, the greater the future achievement? Therefore, Ye Ping was not discouraged at all. On the contrary, he continued to participate in various major ascension conferences. He believed that as long as he joined the immortal sect and gave himself a chance, he would be able to soar to the sky. However, those without spiritual roots are pure trash in the eyes of all the major sects, and no sect is willing to accept a cultivator without spiritual roots. It was thanks to Ye Ping's unremitting efforts. Finally, he met his benefactor. That is the middle-aged man in front of him. Taoist Taihua. The eighteenth leader of Qingyun Taoist Sect. He saw me in the crowd at a glance and was willing to accept me as his disciple and teach me the magic. The only requirement is an internship, during which no salary will be given. To put it bluntly, there is no money to be made. This request was nothing to Ye Ping. After all, he didn't care much about such material things. The focus is on cultivating immortality. As long as I can cultivate immortality, why would I be worried about not having money in the future? Thinking of this, Ye Ping couldn't help but feel nervous. In the mountain stream, clouds and mist are billowing, just like a fairyland, and the breeze is blowing, which cleanses the mind. Ye Ping feels a little nervous and expectant, but most importantly, a little awed. Things like immortals seem very magnificent in Ye Ping's mind. Just imagine if you were an immortal who could fly with a sword, soar across the sky, travel around the nine provinces, and wear fluttering white clothes. Wouldn’t that be beautiful? Another sentence: The immortal touches my head and I will receive eternal life. One word. absolutely. And just when Ye Ping was daydreaming. Taoist Taihua, the eighteenth generation leader of Qingyun Taoist Sect, was also smiling from ear to ear at this moment. This time he went down the mountain to deal with some trivial matters. But what I didn't expect was that he actually accepted a disciple back. The most amazing thing is that this disciple is actually willing to not ask for a salary. This is really a double happiness. These days, the competition pressure among the sects in Qingzhou is really too great. They are competing for disciples everywhere and driving up prices.
All the disciples with some talent were snatched away by the big sects, and most of the disciples who had no talent but at least looked like they had some qualifications were also snatched away, so the remaining disciples were all mismatched. Let the cracked dates be cracked, because the major sects have been driving up the prices, causing the salaries to get higher every year. Of course, this is also because many people know that if you don’t have spiritual roots and go to the immortal gate, you will actually just be doing odd jobs. If you really want to learn something, it is better to find a martial arts school to strengthen your body. At least there will be some prospects in the future. Cultivating immortality does not mean that you can become stronger by practicing. If one could become an immortal by using this technique, then everyone would be a superior person. It is precisely because of this that some of the lowest-level sects may not be able to recruit a single disciple in a year, let alone disciples who don’t want money? So Taoist Taihua was in a very good mood. However, the only thing that worries Taoist Taihua is whether the disciples in his sect can perform the image of masters. Don’t let this new disciple run away not long after arriving. That's a bit troublesome. However, Taoist Taihua did not feel any guilt, because Ye Ping wanted to cultivate immortality but no one wanted him, so he accepted Ye Ping. It was a mutual consent and it was nothing. Although the sect was indeed poor, the problem was that even the good sects did not want Ye Ping. If I have to say that I feel a little guilty, it is that I don't pay the salary, but Taoist Taihua will keep a record of it, and it won't be too late to compensate after the sect develops. Just as Taoist Taihua was slowly thinking about it. The two figures also arrived at the gate of Qingyun Taoist Sect. Chapter 3 This senior brother is definitely a master [New book request everything] At the gate of Qingyun Taoist Sect. There are several dilapidated temples standing there, and a lot of paint on the walls has fallen off. Outside the main hall, there is an incense burner with a solitary incense stick burning, giving off an air of poverty at all times. Today, Su Changyu got up early. As the eldest senior brother of Qingyun Taoist Sect. It would naturally be his turn to welcome the leader. Of course, welcoming the return of the master is a small matter. The key point is how to fool his new junior brother from the beginning. He has already made arrangements for the other junior brothers and sisters, letting them do their own things, and it is best not to have too much contact with the younger junior brother in the early stage. Keep it mysterious for now. Of course, the first impression is the most important. Su Changyu knew very well how important the first impression was. It was also because of this that Su Changyu put on his own battle robe, the Qingzhou brocade Taoist robe that was distributed to the top 500 contestants in the Qingzhou sword test. Putting on the Taoist robe, his whole temperament was greatly improved, especially with a three-foot green sword, which made him look like a peerless swordsman.
Looking at himself in the bronze mirror, Su Changyu felt a little emotional. I am so handsome and have a good appearance, but why am I just a mediocre person? He couldn't help but sigh. After all, with this appearance, many people mistakenly believed that he was a master. But truth will come to light sooner or later. It is easy to lie once or twice, but if you don't show your real ability, you will be exposed sooner or later. Therefore, Su Changyu doesn't like to go down the mountain. He is quite happy to be a senior brother in Qingyun Taoist Sect quietly. It was at this time. Su Changyu put down the bronze mirror. Calculating the time, it was already noon and the headmaster would probably be back soon. Thinking of this, Su Changyu walked out of the room. Arriving outside the mountain gate, Su Changyu stood quietly on a small hillside. His eyes became very calm, and his handsome face looked unfathomable. A three-foot-long green sword was suspended in front of him, and he stood with his hands behind his back. His posture was ready, waiting for his junior brother, whom he had never met, to take the bait. Just like that, it took less than a stick of incense. Two figures slowly came into view. At this moment, Su Changyu was a little nervous, but he quickly calmed himself down and displayed his unique temperament to the fullest. The top of Qingyun Taoist sect. Ye Ping, who was hiking up the mountain, was already a little out of breath. Climbing a mountain is a physical activity. For a mortal who has never practiced martial arts or cultivated immortality, the winding mountain road is more tiring than moving bricks. If it weren't for his strong determination to become an immortal, Ye Ping would have given up long ago. Many beads of sweat had already seeped out of Ye Ping's forehead, and he felt a little uncomfortable walking in the mountains. In contrast, Taoist Taihua still looked extremely light, without a speck of dust on his body, displaying his immortal demeanor to the fullest, which made Ye Ping envious. Just when Ye Ping was full of envy. Soon, a figure caught his attention. Not far away, on a hillside. A man in his twenties stood with his hands behind his back. The man was handsome, wearing a jade crown on his head and a brocade robe. A three-foot green sword was floating in front of him, and his eyes were deep as if containing stars. "Sword Immortal?" This word appeared involuntarily in Ye Ping's mind. The figure not far away satisfied all of Ye Ping’s fantasies about the sword immortal. He is handsome and elegant, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and he looks like an unrivaled swordsman. Especially those eyes, which were indifferent to everything, as if everything in the world was nothing but this in his eyes.
Ye Ping stood there in a daze. To be honest, before joining this sect, Ye Ping felt that the Qingyun Taoist Sect must be a very poor sect, otherwise how could a cultivator without spiritual roots like himself be admitted? But when Ye Ping saw this young man. Suddenly, Ye Ping felt that he might be wrong. Maybe this sect looks like an inferior sect on the surface, but in fact it is a hidden sect. Everyone in the sect is a big shot, and any one of them can lead him to success. Thinking of this, Ye Ping couldn't help but get excited.