Dedicate One’s Mind

Chapter 632: Wang Chuchen Asks a Question

Not to mention, in the past few years, Lingya Shangzhen achieved the position of Supreme Master of Cave Heaven. Many disciples wanted to join Lingya Shangzhen’s sect, and many of them were extremely talented disciples.

Yuan Xi, in Wang Chuchen's eyes, could only be regarded as above average.

In fact, among the four real people present, including Wu Yi, none of them has talent that is not inferior to that of Yuan Xi. Otherwise, do you really think that practicing cultivation is easy and a matter of course?

Xuan Zhenzi's face seemed to be smiling, and his beard was trembling from time to time. Today, he made a big splash!

Xuan Zhenzi originally only wanted to make Yuan Xi his disciple, but after what happened before, he decided to make an exception and directly accept Yuan Xi, who was still in the foundation building realm, as his disciple.

Xuan Zhenzi thought that when Yuan Xi, a silly boy, heard the news, he would kowtow and perform a good show of loving teachers and filial piety, and he would be able to earn a lot of fame.

At this moment, Yuan Xi, who should have been extremely happy, lowered his head and frowned, not knowing what he was thinking. No one noticed that when everyone was cheering, a woman left quietly, except Yuan Xi.

She was like a beam of light. When Yuan Xi had no way forward and his future was dark, and he was almost given up by the people of Zhenyangdong Tianmen, she gave him light. Although she could not guide him on the way forward, she made him understand that there was still hope ahead and that there was still hope. Someone was caring about him and started moving forward again.

She is like a shower of rain, dense and silent, gentle to all things. She is not the most beautiful, not the richest, not the most status around her, but she is the most considerate, the warmest, and the most understanding. Her status, In Yuan Xi's heart, no one can shake him.

However, she is also humble. She has the reputation of being from a rich family, but she is not as good as an ordinary disciple. She suffers all kinds of difficulties and does things she doesn't want to do. And she is the only way to break the shackles, but the price is unknown.

The past has turned into today's melancholy. Should I stick to my promise to her?

Yuan Xi had a pair of fists as big as sandbags, clenched tightly, and his feet seemed to be standing on the ground. He was pushed up by the people behind him. He was completely unlike other people who held their heads high and chest out, for fear that the real people would not see him. disciple.

To be honest, the method of recruiting disciples from the master-disciple line is indeed very crude. It shows more power than kindness. It is like raising gu, selecting a few people and letting them compete with each other.

The winner will be promoted, and the loser will not lose everything, but the ultra-intensive training will cause immeasurable damage to their bodies. If they don't apply the best magic ointment in the future, they may be like that for the rest of their lives, unable to move even an inch.

Such a rough method naturally gave the family lineage a chance to penetrate. There were many side branches, and it didn't have to be successful. Just one of them would be enough to disgust the master and disciple lineage to death.

There are definitely many examples of Yuan Xi. Yuan Xi is not the first, and he will definitely not be the last. As long as the struggle between the master and apprentice families continues, this matter will inevitably be endless.

"You are all outstanding disciples in this election. It is your blessing that these real people are here to recruit disciples. You must perform well!"

An Yirong said this while looking at Yuan Xi. If Yuan Xi behaved well this time, it would be a sure thing for him to enter the Tiancheng Elders' House. But when he saw Yuan Xi drooping his head, he became angry. I came here, but because of the crowd, I couldn't say it clearly, so I had to increase my tone and gritted my teeth.

Since Xuan Zhenzi had taken a fancy to Yuan Xi, he pretended to be generous and said: "Fellow Taoists, please choose your disciples first!"

Finally, after pushing back and forth, Wang Chuchen was the first, but he said to a group of disciples: "Then I will sacrifice my external incarnation and play a piece of music, which is the right tone, and play it again, which is the noise. You guys. Among them, if anyone can hear the difference, I will accept him as my disciple."

A monk is basically good at singing and dancing. He is versatile and has a lot of knowledge. However, more does not mean he is good. Like Wang Chuchen who entered Taoism through music, he is a step above the ordinary people who are more sophisticated. The noise in his mouth, said It may not be better than the correct pronunciation that many people have practiced for many years.

If you want to hear it, you must either have a strong spiritual sense and capture the changes in the music, or you must study the music very deeply.

The disciples were gearing up, and the God of Hell was listening. At this moment, even the sound of the wind blowing the leaves seemed so irritable.

A ray of light appeared on Wang Chuchen's sky gate. After a burst of light and shadow changes, he turned into a human form. He was almost the same as Wang Chuchen, except that his eyes were clearer and he looked younger.

This incarnation carries a guzheng on his back, sits down cross-legged, and puts the guzheng on his knees. His fingers are long and slender, as white as bamboo shoots, like a woman's. No, they are fingers that can make even a woman envious. His fingertips slightly play the piano. String, test the tone, adjust the temperament.

After finishing, this incarnation officially started playing.

I saw the ring finger of his right hand grazing the strings, and the sound of the piano was like gurgling water, with butterflies flying and cranes dancing, cheerful and harmonious.

Suddenly, a light rain fell, hitting the banana trees. The sound was very pleasant, and the sound of the piano decreased.

As night gradually falls, the sound of the piano is like the enchanting clouds and mists in the mountains. Between the flowing clouds, a carriage passes by, and the chirping of birds seems lonely and empty.

After one song, the sound of the piano still echoes and stretches endlessly.

Many people were brought into the artistic conception by Wang Chuchen's song, and they could not wake up for a long time, as if they were in a coma. If An Yirong hadn't woken up earlier and coughed once or twice, I am afraid some people would not wake up within a few days. .

And this is just a small test for Wang Chuchen. Of course, such methods are nothing to Wang Chuchen.

"What is the name of this song? It has a far-reaching meaning and is evocative. Don't keep good things to yourself, but share them." Yan Ziling comes from a family and knows a lot about these things, so after hearing this song, he opened his mouth to Wang Chuchen asked for it.

"This song is called "Returning to the People". It is what I learned while traveling in the world of mortals. It is difficult to reach the level of elegance and make fellow Taoists laugh."

"I don't care. If you don't give me the music score, I won't go back today. I will go to the house you opened and stay for ten days and a half."

Yan Ziling pretended to be a rogue and shouted. It is unclear whether he is really curious about this or whether he intends to get closer to Wang Chuchen. Wu Yi hopes it is the former, but the latter is more likely.

"Okay, if fellow Taoist goes, I will definitely sweep the couch to greet you." Wang Chuchen and Yan Ziling seemed to ignore everyone and talked to themselves, leaving Wu Yi quite speechless. He couldn't help but remind him, and then the two realized that, A little more restrained.

As for the others, they could only listen, and they would definitely not dare to speak.