MTL - Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother-Chapter 5 Blue shirt teenager

On August 25th, the autumn is crisp.

Wen Jing gritted his teeth and grasped the grass roots and stones beside the mountain road, climbing on the rock that was almost ninety degrees vertical.

There are people in front and back, as hard as he is, suffering, and only want to climb this most dangerous cliff as soon as possible.

When the gate is wide open, the new disciple should gather the Qing Dynasty Hall. This temple is the main hall of the Qingxu Jianzong. It is located on the half-mountain of the main peak Yurong Peak. On one side of the mountain, on the three sides of the cliff, surrounded by white clouds, the disciples need the wind, or fly the craft to fly.

In addition to rock climbing, there are no other ways to practice five-layer disciples like Wen Jing.

For thousands of years, countless people have gone up the mountain. This road is no longer dangerous. There is only one cliff with a height of about five feet, which is a test of the willpower of the people.

Wen Jing struggled to hold the trunk of the top of the cliff, and his right foot slammed and finally stepped on the flat ground.

Looking at it, the white clouds are as light as a mist, and the mind is one wide.

Here is the legendary fairyland.

"There is a bluestone floor that can accommodate thousands of people. It is flat and smooth. There is a bronze statue in the middle, about ten feet high. The young Taoist is floating in the air, smiling with a sword, standing like a sword. It’s half-man’s high, and it’s so dazzling.

Around the square, every few feet, there is a copper giant tripod, the blue smoke is floating, the taste is clear and not scattered. Ju Ding engraved the portraits and legends of the monks of Jindan in the past, which attracted many new disciples to sigh.

At the end, a temple was built on the mountainside, hanging a huge golden plaque "Qingxu Temple", eight pillars in front of the temple, about ten feet high, magnificent. ”

- From the second chapter.

Here is the story of the king of the mountains, the first time I saw the scene of the Qing Dynasty.

Wen Jing has never imagined it once.

At first sight, the real scene is even more shocking and exciting.

Fortunately, wearing a book, you can see the world, enter a positive textbook of radio and television, completely without the protagonist blackening, the world's destruction and other daunting plots, really heart blossoming, very good very good...

Wen Jing will have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery, and finally feel the mood.

He quietly opened the character value of everyone.

啪啪啪啪啪啪——

The small boxes are pulled one by one, and the green ones are all clear, indicating that the character value is positive. Wen Jing took a look at it, the low is about 100, and the highest is 800. Everyone's value is floating, not static.

He subconsciously looked at the man with the highest value of the person -

A white coat, slender figure, standing in front of the bronze statue, but can not see the face clearly.

Who is this? What is the righteousness of the world...

Suddenly, a red frame appears in the line of sight.

Negative value of character! Demon martyrdom?

When I searched, the red frame suddenly disappeared.

After a while, it suddenly appeared.

Wenjing eyebrows picked one, followed the red frame, and his eyes fell on a 14-year-old boy. He wore a dark blue old shirt, sewed a few patches, and dressed up in the farmhouse. The boy's face is cold, but handsome and elegant, there is a bit of atmosphere between the gestures, and the dress and the age are not in line.

The character value keeps floating between positive and negative.

Is it also evil, swinging?

Behind the scenes of the voice of surprise, Wen Jing turned his head and suddenly looked red.

A purple woman jumped up on the cliff, fifteen or six years old, with a faint red mark on the left face. It seemed to be hurt when climbing, but it would reflect a jade face like a white snow lotus, beautiful and elegant. The dust is cold.

All the male disciples looked straight.

Wen Jing sneaked at her eyes, but also the tide.

This purple red mark, he has thought quietly many times in his heart.

Ji Keqing.

...the eternal woman in his heart.

It is also the woman who wants to be a monk with Jun Yan when he chases the text.

At this time, the demon wind rose, and the sky suddenly rushed down to a black eagle, and opened his claws to the woman. Everyone screamed, they were overwhelmed by the monster, but they saw a gust of wind passing by Wen Jing, and a white light hit the black eagle.

"Smell the man!" Someone exclaimed in the crowd.

The purple woman sneered, and a purple light had already slammed into the black eagle. The black eagle was hit by the purple light and white light. The feathers caught fire, screamed a few times, and fluttered with wings.

The people around him suddenly praised the voice of discussion.

"Small age, there is such a repair!"

"Don't you already have 12 layers of gas?"

"The talent is wonderful."

"It's still so beautiful..."

The white man in front of the bronze statue came over. From a close look, he only felt that the refined temperament was full, and he was sighing and sighing.

He was gentle and courteous: "Under the smell of people, this is the eagle raised by the younger brother, who accidentally scared the girl, please forgive me."

Speaking of holding a fist, waiting for her to return.

The male is very good, the female is beautiful, and together they are a beautiful picture, which is fascinating.

Unexpectedly, the purple woman looked at him coldly and left without saying anything.

The white man gave a slight glimpse.

He is not good enough to help, can you offend this woman?

He did not feel annoyed at all, looked at her back and smiled.

Wen Jing stood in the distance and had already seen it.

This section of the "Heroes save the United States, self-love" is the first knowledge of the book's admiration and Ji Keqing.

Wen Qiu is a great disciple of Tian Hengfeng.

Tianhengfeng is the opposite of Hui Shifeng.

Therefore, smelling people is the opposite of Jun Yan.

Now, Jun Yanzhi has not yet made a name for himself. The conflict between the two is not obvious. In the future, it will be infighted and invincible.

However, the value of the person who smells the people, the system shows that it floats around 800, and is classified as "Zhi Jie Xingfang, deserves to be admired."

Ah, oh

... When the road meets a strong enemy, he throws down the same door and flees first. Later, he covers the facts and frames others. It is only to maintain his high reputation. This is also called "the deserving of the public".

Being in a state of confusion, a Tsing Yi man slowly entered his sight, not yet responding, and the dazzling red frame jumped out.

[Character value: -1000. Sin is extremely evil, and everyone can get it. ]

The man in Tsing Yi stood in front of the main hall, quietly like an old tree, silent.

Wen Jing looked at him silently.

The data of Jun Yanzhi must be a problem.

The value of others is constantly floating, only his static is not the same, this is not like the data measured by the system, but rather like a bug.

Otherwise, the people who admire "should be admired by all the people", and the rebellion of "there is everyone's sorrow", what is the truth?

When I think about it, my mood suddenly becomes better, and the sky is a little bluer...

A long sound of dragons rang in the Qing Dynasty Hall, and the test began.

The new disciples hurriedly lined up to let the Qingmenmen test their age and cultivation with "Ostomy" and "Eye of the Eyes".

Under the age of fifteen, those who practice four or more layers of air can only enter the Qing Jianzong.

... also depends on the peaks and peaks.

For example, Tianheng Peak and Wangyue Peak only collect a few people each year, and the rest of the disciples can only hope to sigh.

When there were few, some of the falsified and falsified were removed, and the remaining 72 were arranged according to the qualifications of Linggen for the selection of the peaks.

Linggen is divided into gold, wood, water, fire, earth and other attributes.

More than 90% of the immortals have four or five kinds of spiritual roots, which are very complicated, and they are not abundant, and the cultivation speed is very slow. Therefore, they are also called “pseudo-roots” or “waste roots”.

Some cultivators have two or three kinds of spiritual roots, which are abundant and cultivated fast, so they are called "true spiritual roots".

The cultivator who owns the "Tianling Root" is the darling of Tiandao. There is only one attribute, which is very abundant. The cultivation speed is several times that of ordinary people, and there is no bottleneck when it comes to the knot, and everyone is jealous. It is a pity that Tianlingen is very rare, and there are only a few people in the five major sects.

There is also a kind of morphing root that is very rare, sublimated by two or three attribute variations, and the cultivation speed is no less than the Tianling root.

It is the only natural root of the Qingxu Jianzong, the soil system.

Ji Keqing is a rare variant of the ice root, sublimated by the variation of water and soil properties.

Jun Yanzhi's qualifications are more mediocre than the two, and it is the true spiritual root of the two attributes of gold and wood.

Wenjing has five spiritual roots, and the golden wood is full of fire and earth.

The qualification is the lowest, but he has a special constitution, the body of Sanyang.

The body of Sanyang is very rare, and it is difficult to produce one for thousands of years. The cultivation speed is second only to Tianlingen.

If he says it, he will surely have the eyes of the peaks.

However, the Qingxu Jianzong will not measure whether he has the body of Sanyang for no reason, and Wenjing will never say it.

He lined up with the other seventy-one people in eight rows, and together they came to the Qing Xuan Temple to stand and wait for questions.

There are high platforms in front of the disciples. More than a dozen Taoist people are sitting on the high platform. There are men and women, different styles, but they are all temperamental and outstanding. The man in the middle wears a pale yellow robe, the crane bone fairy wind, the eyes are warm and bright, it should be the current emperor of the Qingxu Jianzong, put it.

In addition to the seats on the high stage, there are fourteen people in the room.

In other words, there is a peak owner who did not come.

Needless to say, I guess.

Jun Yanzhi’s master Duan Xuan has not appeared for many years, and the public peaks have already had a tacit understanding. He has no heart to accept his disciples, why bother to come to this Qing Dynasty Hall to spend time?

The heads of the peaks took a look at the qualifications, appearance, and manners of the new disciples. They asked a few people to ask a few questions and let them answer them one by one. Next, the disciples went out to clear the virtual hall, and more than a dozen peaks negotiated to decide to stay.

As a root of the five elements, everyone will not care, there will be no peaks to want to take him.

Sure enough, Ji Keqing and another wind attribute morphing root, first called.

Next, the true spirits of all of you are also called into the temple.

In a few moments, San Linggen and Si Linggen also entered, only eight people left, many people frowning, and they are already crying.

One of the eight people turned out to be the blue-shirt boy who was also evil.

Wen Jing silently glanced at him, and the boy happened to look over him and smiled.

Wen Jing remembers the tips in the system.

[Character value: 1. If you have good thoughts, you can be friends with them. ]

[Character value: -1. If you have a bad thought, you need to be careful. ]

... Is this going to make friends or not?

The teenager smiled and said: "I am called a swim, what is your name?"

"... road Jing."

"path?"

"The thorns of the thorns."

"There are thorns in the road, it is difficult to walk, some meaning..."

"..."

"Which pulse do you want to go to?"

Wen Jing looked at him: "Which pulse is OK."

The teenager smiled and said: "You and I have come to this field, we can only pick us by others, we can't pick others."

"Not bad..."

There is a lot of words like words, not like a farmer, but like a family of books...

This friend, is it due, or should it be paid?

I have never heard of his name, at least not with Jun Yan.

At this moment, the door of a pale yellow robes came out of the temple of Qing Xu: "There are eight people left, come with me."

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