Today I hold the world

What I said was naturally not a joke. Jian Yong and Tao Hanting were on their way to the Tibetan Wind Hall when they happened to meet Zong Buer rushing to the spiritual field, so they simply told him about the unwitness of the foreign disciples guarding the mountain gate.

Zong Buer has always respected the seniors in his family. He was deeply educated by Zhong Ziyan when he was a child. When he was a beggar, those younger brothers and sisters who were bullied, cold or hungry had to take care of them. If someone made a mistake, he would also I want to reprimand Zhong Ziyan.

Now, as one of the two principals of Zhenwu Hall, when he heard that the mountain guards he had arranged were not effective, he wanted to ask Jian Yong what they did wrong, and he would go and admonish them later.

Jian Yong smiled and waved his hands: "It's not a big deal, it's just that these disciples who guard the mountain are acting recklessly, and the people who came to see them rushed to report without asking why, so they were somewhat stunned.

After the ghost market was over, Datong and the others went back to Duanshuiya to guard. I have a suggestion with you, Uncle Tao, that you might as well choose one or two third-generation disciples to guard the mountain gate, which can be regarded as an early experience. "

Zong Buer's body, which was different from ordinary people, paused, "The two master uncles mean to teach Lu Linjiao and his group of disciples to do things?"

Among the three generations, Lu Linjiao is the oldest, and now that he is about to reach his full age, Zong Buer thinks of him first.

Jian Yong shook his head, "Lu Linjiao has long been favored by your Uncle Jiang, and he was selected to work in the Tanlang Temple.

I think Chang Zizai and Wei Changsheng are good guys. Now that the mountain gate is stable, each hall should think about inheritance. You and Junior Sister Du often do it yourself. When the family business was small, you could take care of it. Seeing the mountain gate grow stronger, The things that should be let go have to choose the right person to take care of them. "

Zong Buer nodded and saluted, humming respectfully: "What Master Uncle said is right, I will go to the Spiritual Field to discuss with Tang Master Uncle."

Tang Lin is responsible for the education of the disciples of the sect under His Royal Highness Tianshu. Every year, qualified people are sent to each hall to take up positions. This year, six or seven people have been distributed, all of whom are over 15 years old.

Seeing Zong Buer walking quickly to the spiritual field, Jian Yong and Tao Hanting nodded in approval, "Buer is respectful and respectful, and his loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness can be regarded as a model for the second generation of disciples. Although his body and strength are naturally different from ordinary people, he never bullies others. He is in charge of the Zhenwu Hall, and it will shine brightly in the future."

Tao Hanting is also particularly optimistic about Zong Buer, "It's rare that he is still diligent and studious. Counting his age, he is only 37 now, and his spiritual power is unmatched. He has already reached the peak of Qi training, and he is about to build a foundation soon."

The two sighed all the way and walked to the Tibetan Wind Palace.

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Since the Situ family took Yin Chunpingyuan back, there have been no new disciples in the sect. According to the agreement last year, it will take 12 years before the next batch of children will be recruited into the sect. The number is set at about 13, which is considered to be extremely squeezed. .

There is no way, the inheritance of the patriarchal lineage is all in the children who can cultivate at a young age. Since the Yunhe Sect has established a sect, the Chilong Sect cannot take the majority.

Fortunately, Zhong Ziyan, as the head of the sect, said as early as 20 years ago that the new Chilongmen, which broke away from the gate of Qingling Mountain, educates disciples more expensive than expensive, and the word "excellent" is the first.

The 'excellent' here does not mean 'less', but excellent raising and teaching.Everyone is given the same resources at the qi training level. Regardless of whether the spiritual root is good or bad, they are treated equally at this level. As for the establishment of the foundation, it depends on each person's ability. Thirty persons shall be treated equally.

On the high platform of the Zangfeng Mountain Spiritual Field, Tang Lin, who was wearing a gray Taoist robe, was watching the group of children attacking each other. Seeing Zong Buer walking quickly, he smiled and said, "You are late."

Zong Buer apologized and said: "On the way, I ran into Jian Tao and two senior uncles, saying that the group of guards at the outer gate were ineffective. After talking, Master Jian suggested that I use two juniors, Chang Zizai and Wei Changsheng. Some discussions , so it was late."

Tang Lin waved his hands and said with a smile, "It's not in the way, but isn't it too early for those two boys to come out to do things? One is 12 years old and the other is only ten years old."

Zong Buer glanced around at more than a dozen juniors in the field, and saw Chang Zizai and Wei Changsheng hiding in a long distance and manipulating a ball of ice flames with each other. Good understanding.

"There are quite a lot of people employed in the guard posts of Zongshan, but they are all casual cultivators for foreign affairs. Although they are under the sect, they can be distinguished by loyalty, but their knowledge varies. Chang and Wei are very intelligent. They don't need to take on important responsibilities at their age. You can also observe the operation mechanism.

Do you think..."

Zong Buer stopped talking, Tang Lin thought for a moment, and said bluntly: "The Zhenwu Hall is short of manpower, I know that. But in my opinion, Wei Changsheng is not old enough, how about Lu Xun?"

Zong Buer looked around the search field, and saw under the Longya Tianbei that a burly young man in gray clothes, with thick eyebrows, big eyes and dark skin, his fists wrapped in thick and powerful fists, he was exactly 15 years old Lu patrol.

The selection of disciples in each hall is generally based on their childhood endowment and aptitude. As a hall master, who doesn't want to choose someone with good aptitude. Zong Buer has been in charge of Zhenwu Hall for many years, and he knows that the level of a disciple's aptitude directly determines his future achievements.

Although Nalu Xun practiced hard, his fists and palms were swayed in exactly the same way as Zhou Hong's, he only wanted to be strong and disregarded his own balance. Zong Buer had been humble and polite with Zhou Hong on the surface all these years, but in fact he had a lot of prejudice against his cultivation way.

"Is he the one selected by Senior Brother Zhou?" Zong Buer asked calmly.

Surprise flashed in Tang Lin's eyes, thinking that he was worthy of being the leader among the second-generation disciples, and he saw Lu Xun's kung fu routines at a glance.

"That's right. Although Lu Xun is a pre-selected person for the Tanlang Palace, it's not a big problem for you to guard the gate of the Zhenwu Palace for a while. This child is loyal, hardworking, and flexible in mind. After some experience, he is also a solid stone in the door."

Tang Lin, as the teacher of all the younger disciples in the sect, would not praise or belittle a certain disciple for no reason.

'All disciples of His Royal Highness Tianshu are not allowed to use their powers to restrain the other four halls. 'This is the first law formulated by Zhong Ziyan when he established the Five Halls.

For Tang Lin, he only cares about teaching and teaching, and all the manpower needed by each temple is equally provided.

"This... is the junior that senior brother Zhou likes, so I don't want it on my side. Is there any other recommendation from uncle?" Zong Buer couldn't express his thoughts after all. Look down, in order to prevent future awkwardness, it is better to say no now.

Tang Lin is usually gentle and quiet, and occasionally treats his disciples harshly, but he is not a pedantic and unreasonable person. He can roughly guess Zong Buer's thoughts, "Alright, then teach Wei Jin to follow you, that child is Wei Changsheng's elder brother is thirteen years old, he is very talented and arrogant, if he is willing to work hard, he will become a rough jade in the future."

Zong Buer looked in the direction of Tang Lin's finger. Two teenagers were fighting fiercely with swords. On one side was a boy about ten years old in red and gold clothes. There are six or seven points similar, the sword moves are aggressive, and he has already mastered a lot of sword skills at a young age.

Needless to say, everyone knew this young man, he was Jiang Yuzhou's son, Jiang Ming.

On the other side is a young man in a pure black suit, taller than Jiang Ming by a foot, but in terms of fighting skills, he is not as good as Jiang Ming. He was beaten back by him. Suddenly, the iron sword in his hand jingled, It actually broke into two pieces, and the sword head fell to the ground directly.

From a distance, Jiang Ming laughed loudly: "You lost, hahaha, wash my shoes tonight."

Zong Buer looked at the expression of the boy in black again, from disbelief to anger, and then from anger to unwillingness, and finally stared at the half iron sword in his hand and cursed, "Useless thing." 'Throw it on the ground.

This young man is naturally the Wei Jin in Tang Lin's mouth. In fact, he did not lose in skills, but in weapons.

"Okay, just him." Zong Buer nodded in agreement.

After this matter was settled, Tang Lin called all the disciples to stop and line up, and they quickly stood in front of the two of them. Tang Lin said: "Today, I have invited the elder brother you have always admired to practice the two elements of gold and fire. Evolve the way of congruence, everyone will keep their eyes wide open later, and try their best to observe the tricks, it is rare for him to take the time to teach you, so don't disappoint my good intentions."

"Yes!" Everyone saluted in unison.

Zong Buer nodded at Tang Lin, stood a step forward and said to the crowd: "You should all know the principle of the mutual restraint of the five energies. If the spiritual roots of each person coincidentally coincide, the cultivation techniques will inevitably ebb and flow. If you want the two systems to achieve great results and integrate and complement each other, you need to master the method of returning spiritual power. How to master it, I believe Master Tang will gradually teach you in the future.

Today I will only display the results for you to observe, and you can realize as much as you can. If you can’t realize it, don’t worry.

Zong Buer is a pair of gold and fire spiritual roots, born to be related and opposed. At that time, he also worried that the two schools of magic were not compatible. Later, he devoted himself to research and enlightenment, and under the guidance of Zhong Ziyan day and night, he created two sets of fusion guns by himself in more than ten years. The technique is amazing.

His natal weapon is the [Soul Breaking Spear], and he has used the same spirit weapon [Steel Pointing Spear] for more than [-] years. When it comes to spear skills in Chilongmen, no one can match him. Performing it in front of the younger brother made them dumbfounded and admiring.

Generally, monks who play with guns practice close-up cutting and picking, and hurt people with strength, but he is not. He often shows his ability to control things in front of people.

At the same time as the fingers were pinched, the spear shadow flying into the sky turned into a hundred, chanting words, the silver spear shadow split into two colors of light, gold and lava, directly facing each other in the sky, and soon condensed into a gossip molten gold formation, both hands Press down, and two-color fusion beams of light rush out from the aura in the sky, and a daunting 64-grid cage is instantly formed.

"This technique is called 'Magic Spear Soul-Suppressing Prison'. It is formed by the conflict of the two systems of gold and fire. The spiritual power in it is based on my steel spear. The spiritual weapon and the cage will not be broken. It is specially used for soul control The situation is established, the same formation can be effective if it is performed by different spiritual roots, and the techniques performed by the five elements' spiritual roots can be understood by analogy..."

Those children had never seen such a wonderful and horrifying method. They all opened their mouths in shock and watched, and their hearts of reverence for Zong Buer spontaneously arose.

Tang Lin saw this technique with his own eyes again, and couldn't help sighing. It's no wonder that the master handed over the responsibility of the master of the Zhenwu Hall to Zong Buer. The cultivation base of the realm can create such a magical skill of control. Once the foundation is established, it may be a character like Jiang Yuzhou again.

During the meeting, Zong Buer patiently explained the key points, and all the juniors listened carefully, and soon an hour passed. When he left, Zong Buer took Chang Zizai and Wei Jin behind him.

The two children look at each other, and they are unwilling to talk to each other. Wei Jin despises Chang Zizai as a fool;

They all knew in their hearts that they would have to work together for a long time in the future, and those children had to do what they were told in the door even if they were unwilling. Besides, Zong Buer personally asked them if they would like to join Zhenwu Palace this time, and they said yes, Just took it away.

I thought I was going to give an overview of my duties, but I didn't expect Zong Bu to say a few more words, and directly asked the two of them to guard the mountain gate with the senior brothers in the foreign affairs hall. people.

At the entrance of the avenue at the foot of Zangfeng Mountain, the entrance and exit limits of the mountain protection formation are separated by a huge stone dragon door sign. Chang Zizai lies on the steps with his back facing Wei Jin, who stands in the middle of the door steps holding a new iron sword.

I hate that fat man. No one said a word all afternoon. How could a young man hold back? The night was long. Wei Jin looked at the surveillance office not far away on the mountainside, and cursed: "Fatty, don't sleep. I just wondered." Son, why do those people from the Foreign Affairs Hall stand in the supervisory office and meditate and chat, while the two of us have to squat at the door to catch the cold?"

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"Fatty? Talk to me, don't be ignorant of flattery."

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Wei Jin was annoyed when he couldn't get a response after a few calls. Normally, he couldn't see Chang Zizi, but today he finally took the initiative to speak up and was ignored. This anger is unbearable.

Walking in front of Chang Zizai in two or three steps, he kicked his ass without even thinking about it, but stopped when he was next to someone, looked around, and found that Chang Zizai was holding a small gourd whirring Snoring, drooling all over the steps.

"Fatty, you know how to sleep every day. Changsheng is your friend. It's really bad luck for eight lifetimes." Wei Jin walked back to the place where he stood guard in a dull mood.

Just watch the door. He guards the huge Zangfeng Mountain by himself. Thinking about it, it's quite remarkable.

The young man doesn't have much thought, and there are only a few things to think about. What he wanted to join the most in the past was the Tanlang Palace. Jiang Yuzhou's uncle is well-known in the entire Huaishan Mountain, and all the masters of swords and weapons are in the door. Brother, who wouldn't want to learn two tricks from Uncle Jiang.

But there was Jiang Ming among his peers, Wei Jin felt more and more uncomfortable, the more he looked at Jiang Ming, the more he felt disliked, he was proud of something every day, he had a powerful father.

Fortunately today, the boss of the Zhenwu Palace came to show his skills. In the daytime, Wei Jin looked at the cage woven by the brilliant gun shadows in the sky. No matter how you look at it, it is awesome. In the short 13 years since he was born, he has that kind of cage for the first time. The feeling of "I can't learn this skill in vain in this life".

Even more fortunately, Boss Zong personally came to ask if he would like to join the Zhenwu Hall he was in charge of. This is simply a life specially prepared for him.

Thinking of this, although the cold wind on the road was chilly, it couldn't cover Wei Jin's excited and happy mood, so he couldn't help but secretly laugh.

I don't know how long it took, from wandering to dizzy and sleepy, I suddenly heard a gloomy call in my ear:

'Little fellow daoist! '

Wei Jin opened his eyes suddenly, and found that he had fallen asleep. The next moment he saw a thin figure standing in front of him. His sallow skin shone with oil under the moonlight, green eyes and a pointed mouth. The gloomy old man just smiled straight at him, and he felt the coldness on the back of his neck, so he jumped up and screamed:

"Ah! What are you?"