Chapter 159 Responsible Wei Wenxin brought out two cushions, helped him sit down, then sat next to him before picking up the light green image-retaining jade on top and inputting a stream of spiritual energy into it. The scene slowly unfolds. Crowds of people. As soon as any disciple of the Wanjian Sect saw the scene, they knew that this was the scene where the major gods-transforming elders were selecting disciples after the sect competition. The young man was full of vigor and vitality, his eyes were shining, and he kowtowed decisively. "Master, please bow to me, disciple!" Due to the angle, the figure on the platform cannot be seen in the picture, but Patriarch Jingci can immediately recall his feelings at that time. Anxiety, anticipation, nervousness, secretly vowing to educate him well... Patriarch Jingci looked on with a smile, but tears flowed down the wrinkles on his face and onto his chin. This is his eldest brother! A boss who is always high-spirited, always confident, and always proud and refuses to bow his head.
The successor has been carefully cultivated for so many years. With just a little experience in Qi training, she dared to speak so arrogantly in front of him - "Master! Today I am proud of you, and in the future, you will be proud of me! Just wait and see!" He originally thought that the long years had worn away his memory, especially since he was about to disappear from this world, and his memory wasn't very good. I didn't expect that just one glance would bring back all the past memories. In order to reduce confusion in seniority, the Wanjian Sect has very strict requirements for accepting disciples. In principle, one must reach the state of Divine Transformation before being able to accept disciples. After reaching the state of Mahayana, one is no longer allowed to accept disciples. When Wei Wenxin became his disciple, Taoist Qingyuan was only at the Nascent Soul stage of Great Perfection, so it was really a special case. People always care about the first time. The first time I accepted a disciple, it was especially different. Monks generally have a lot of affection for their eldest disciples, and he is no exception. He can still remember the scene he saw when he rushed all night to the border to provide support. His great disciple blocked the enemy's attack by himself and never retreated even a step until his death. In the desolate battlefield, the fine sand that the dead monks turned into stretched into a sand dune, which was blocked outside by the high city walls. Various magical weapons with magical powers were inserted diagonally on the sand dunes, with only a short section exposed. The young boy from the past has grown into a man of integrity. He stood on the city wall, a long sword against his chest. When he saw him coming, he raised his heavy eyelids to take a look, and his last breath instantly dissipated. The man turned into ashes and was blown away by the north wind at the border, leaving only a long sword, which was stuck on the city wall and hummed sadly. "...Please tell my master that I am truly blessed to be his disciple." He has lost eight such disciples.
Because they were in the midst of war, their generation had many disciples, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t care. Ancestor Jingci cried uncontrollably, but did not want to be laughed at by the younger generation, so she turned around silently, lifted up her fur coat, and wrapped herself in it. The crying sounded muffled. I don’t know how much time had passed, but the pot for cooking fish had become cold and ice began to form on the edge of the pot. Wei Wenxin quietly set up a very small heating array. The ground beneath the two of them suddenly became warm, but the snow outside was not affected. It was too hot inside the fur coat, and Old Ancestor Jingci could not stay inside. She came out with her nose red, glared at her fiercely, put away the three pieces of jade, and began to order her to leave: "It's so late and you're not going home yet. Your master will start to grumble at you later. Go now!" "How old am I? My master has stopped being so strict!" "Then why don't you look up?" "Hey, this trick is just what I have left over, don't try to fool me! It's embarrassing, so be it, I won't laugh at you." He said he wouldn't laugh at people, but he had to bend over to see his expression. It was really hateful! Patriarch Jingci picked up his walking stick and hit her twice. Daoist Master Qing Yuan had been here for a long time, but had been waiting quietly on the side. Seeing this, he felt sorry for his disciple and had to speak: "Okay, don't disturb the old ancestor's peace!" Wei Wenxin was very surprised when he heard the voice! "Master! You really came to pick me up?" "Your uncle has asked you to go to the main peak hall, why don't you hurry up and leave!" Patriarch Jingci is about to pass away, and he is someone who should not be provoked. Wei Wenxin has hidden here, and only Taoist Master Qingyuan can come to pick him up in person. Obviously, the ancestor had received Qing Yuan's message a long time ago and knew what was going on. He did not keep her and told her to leave quickly. Wei Wenxin basically guessed what was going on, so he was not panicked at all. He bowed respectfully and said goodbye gently: "Ancestor, I'm going first! We're going to have a housewarming party in Lingyun Mountain in two days, you must go! I'll pick you up early in the morning!" Master Qingyuan and his five disciples deliberately reduced the scale of the housewarming party for their own sake. Patriarch Jingci knew about it and was looking forward to the party. If nothing unexpected happens, this will be the last banquet in his life. "Go ahead! I'll go by myself when the time comes. I'm not too old to move. Do I need you to pick me up?" Wei Wenxin had no choice but to shut up and leave with his master. When they were far away from here, seeing her looking back frequently, staring at the pavilion halfway up the mountain, whether she was about to cry or not, Qing Yuan Daoist Master sighed: "The Great Dao is infinite, but life span is finite. As cultivators of this generation, we are actually using the finite to achieve the infinite. We should be open-minded." This apprentice is decisive in his work and has excellent character in all aspects, except that he is particularly sentimental. She doesn't have many good friends, but she has a deep relationship with the elders in the sect. It was the first time she faced the death of an elder and she found it hard to accept it, and Taoist Qing Yuan had already expected this. But these are the scenes of growing up, which will be encountered sooner or later, and he does not intend to interfere too much. The master and disciple braved the wind and snow to reach the main hall of the peak, and saw that a long table on the west side had been riddled with holes from the immortal swords, while the elders and the supreme elder of the sect were sitting on the east side.
Seeing her come in, without waiting for her to bow, Daoist Qingxuan, who already had a splitting headache, immediately spoke: "Can your magic weapon be made with artificial soul-nourishing wood?" Wei Wenxin had thought about these issues a long time ago, and immediately said decisively: "The effect will be weakened." "Increase the dosage, or use a higher vintage?" Wei Wenxin answered honestly: "I haven't tried it, so I don't know." "Go and try it now! You have to solve the problem you created!" After fighting back and forth for several times, Taoist Qingxuan finally figured out the ancestors' demands. It turns out that they just wanted that magic weapon, but the guy named Wei who was causing the trouble was a poor guy and couldn't provide so many materials. If there is too much wealth, they are of no use. As long as this requirement is met, everything will be fine. What else is there to say? Whoever causes the trouble should solve it. Wei Wenxin had no choice but to follow the instructions of his uncle-master. He found a quiet room on the main peak and began to refine the residual soul extractor. With the sect supplying materials, the simple problem of refining is not a problem for her. After refining the sample, they found that the amount of artificially grown soul-nourishing wood needed to be doubled, and the effect was weakened. Wei Wenxin was very depressed, but everyone was excited and urged her to continue to retreat and refine this thing so that this matter could be ended as soon as possible. Something is better than nothing. "My family is going to have a housewarming party soon! I have to go back!!!" As a result, he was immediately chased back by the immortal sword ancestors! "The guests who are attending are all from the same sect. If there is anything that is inconvenient, just let them do what they want. It won't matter if you are more or less. Go and get to work!" (End of this chapter)