Chapter 618: No Talent Left in the Wild

"I didn't expect your brain to be quite useful?" Tao Nu smiled.

"It's all because of Sister Tao'er's good teaching." Bao Fang Tongzi smiled harmlessly, with a pure face.

Having been with Bao Fang Tongzi for so long, Tao Nu naturally wouldn't believe a word he said. Who knows what bad thoughts he was thinking secretly, but he was so sensible that she gradually gave up the idea of ​​beating him.

When they arrived in Tiancheng, the two spirits first went to Tiande Temple, which was a Taoist temple set up in Tiancheng. Because it was a Taoist temple within the eight major cities and close to the Yiqi Gate, it was also called the main courtyard, in contrast to the side courtyard set up in the mortal kingdom.

There were only a thousand disciples in Tiande Temple, and there were millions of people in Tiancheng, so it was one in a thousand, and the elimination rate was extremely high.

These thousand people, not one more, not one less, were not the rules on the surface, but the unspoken rules. Which positions should be which people, all had been reserved in advance, of course, the premise was that they could pass the test on the surface, otherwise everything would be in vain.

These outer disciples are naturally nothing in the eyes of the inner disciples, but in Tiancheng, they are upper-class people, the kind who wear Taoist robes and walk with the wind.

The master of Tiande Temple is a Kun Dao, called An Yirong, who has cultivated to the third level of Jindan, and her supernatural powers are all controlled by one mind. The masters of the eight main academies are all at the third level of Jindan, which is a hard rule.

An Yirong, looking at her face, is only 28 years old. Time seems to have pressed the pause button on her, but the slight crow's feet at the corner of her eyes reveal her true age.

The life span of Jindan is 800 years, and An Yirong has already lived half of it. In the past, she was still energetic and worked hard, but later, she was weak and exhausted, and the road to progress has become increasingly narrow.

The An family is not a wealthy and prestigious family, but it is not a small family either. After all, there is a Yuanying Zhenren in the family to suppress it. It should be said that it is in a state of neither up nor down. If it works well, plus her experience in managing Tiande Temple, it is not difficult for An Yirong to get a position in the Elders' Council.

Outside An Yirong's courtyard, the Yellow Turban Warriors and the Green Turban Warriors stood like a forest, on high alert, but for Tao Nu and Bao Fang Tongzi, they were nothing.

However, the two knew that although they were Dao weapons, if they broke into this place by force, there might be a powerful person passing by and taking care of them, and they would be helpless even if they relied on Wu Yi.

So the two showed their momentum early and deliberately slowed down. When others saw this, they knew that it must be the intention of the upper cultivators, and they did not dare to stop them. When would a low-level warrior disciple be qualified to talk to a Dao weapon? They let Tao Nu and Bao Fang Tongzi come to An Yirong's courtyard.

An Yirong naturally got the news early and waited outside.

An Yirong looked up, trying to see the image in the treasure light, but it seemed that her eyes were burned by the real fire. She did not dare to be rude and greeted them respectfully.

Tao Nu and Bao Fang Tongzi collected the treasure light and revealed their faces. An Yirong saw that they looked like boys, and for a moment she did not recognize which family of spirits came here to announce the decree. At the same time, in her memory, there were not many real people who were so extravagant as to use the spirits of Taoist instruments to run errands. She could not recognize their origins, but she did not dare to neglect them. An Yirong bowed and asked: "I wonder which Supreme True Person the two immortal children received the decree from?"

An Yirong subconsciously thought that this was a messenger sent by the Supreme True Person of Dongtian, so she asked this question.

Bao Fang Tongzi laughed and said proudly: "We are disciples of Yan Xuan Tianchi, Wu Yi Zhenren."

Is it the "lucky" disciple who got the treasure of the old Yanlong? Wu Yi's name has spread all over the world these days. As long as he is not in seclusion, he must know it.

An Yirong heard this, her pupils shrank slightly, but soon recovered as usual, and bowed.

The matter of the old Yanlong treasure was a hot topic back then. An Yirong had thought about it, but after hearing that the Yuanying Zhenren had failed, she gave up the idea. Now that she heard that a disciple had taken it, she would not be unbalanced. If it is not yours, you can't get it by force, so why bother? Think more open-mindedly.

"May I ask what decree the Zhenren has announced?" If it were any other Yuanying Zhenren, An Yirong would not necessarily be so humble, but Wu Yi, the Zhenren who inherited the treasure of the Cave Heaven Demon Lord and the superior cave heaven blessed land, An Yirong did not dare to treat him as an ordinary Zhenren.

After all, this person is less than a hundred years old, but he is already a Yuanying Zhenren. It is likely that he will be able to enter the Qingxu Palace in the future. No matter how much attention he pays, it is right. If he is narrow-minded, he will remember his rudeness today when he achieves enlightenment in the future, which is simply his own tragedy.

Tao Nu replied: "My Immortal intends to recruit disciples during this round of elections, and I'm here to let you know. If there are good talents, please report them, but don't let the remaining talents in the mountains and fields."

An Yirong was delighted when she heard this, and complimented: "Immortal Wuyi intends to recruit disciples, which is really a blessing for our Yiqi Sect. With Immortal Wuyi's guidance, maybe our Yiqi Sect can once again show the style of Chenzhu Six Sons."

He actually compared Wu Yi with Chenzhuzi, and whether he wanted Wu Yi to suppress the head of the sect, this is simply flattery.

Baofang Tongzi's tone was cold, and he said: "The former head of the sect had the power to repair the sky and transform the Tao, which could turn decay into magic. My Immortal dare not be compared with him. If the disciple's qualifications are not good, there is nothing we can do."

Hearing the fairy boy mention the disciples again, An Yirong couldn't help but frowned. Disciples with good qualifications are either from aristocratic families, and they have agreed to worship each other's elders as masters, or they are disciples cultivated by the master and apprentice lineage.

These days, good disciples are cultivated by oneself. Who would give one to you? Where would extra disciples come from? But without good disciples, this master would probably think he is incompetent.

An Yirong took out a list of disciples, took out a booklet from it, and said: "Xian Tong Mingjian, here is the list of first-class disciples in my Tiande Temple. They have been among the best in all previous assessments."

Tao Nu took it and opened it. There was only a list of ten people in it. They recorded their place of origin and their expertise in Taoism. From the looks of it, they were all from the human race. However, it was hard to say whether this was true. This was just a reference. Just for use.

Although the inner sect election is quite fierce and requires only one out of a hundred, these people will definitely be successfully elected.

An Yirong saw that Tao Nu and Baofang Boy were looking at each other carefully, and she seemed to say unintentionally: "These disciples usually think that some real person will accept them as disciples. If they know that no real person will accept them as disciples, they will be ecstatic and rush to go."

Tao Nu's hand in turning the book paused for a moment, and then she flipped through it as if nothing had happened. What An Yirong meant was that if these disciples didn't want to go to Wu Yi, it's not her fault, it was Wu Yi's own business.

Tao Nu read it over and over, and the Chinese words in it were already silent in her mind. She returned the pamphlet to An Yirong. Tao Nu said, "A real person has a destiny, so he has to visit several houses. I'm sorry."