A Sword Through the Nine Heavens Chapter 5: Success rate

Although Kiba has been to town before, when he comes again, he still feels a sense of freshness. Towns and villages are different. Although there are more than 100 households in the village, the prosperity is never comparable to one-tenth that of the town.

The bustling crowd on the street was flowing. Kiba and the village chief stood in the middle of the crowd, alive with the characteristics of a countryman. The village head kept looking around. He seldom came to town when he was old. He was looking for the location of the academy, and after determining the location, he brought Kiba into the crowd.

"This school is jointly run by the four major sects to select children who are qualified to become fairy teachers. Every year, the school sends people to various villages to test whether children who have reached the age of twelve have the potential to become fairy teachers. , And then let them report to the university, and then some sects come here to choose people. If they are favored by the sects, then this life will be worth it. It’s a pity that we have only two of you in our village in the past ten years."

The village chief has always felt that becoming a fairy teacher is a very sacred profession, but the conditions are too harsh, and not everyone has the potential for cultivation.

Kiha remembered the young man who came to the village to test his roots a few days ago. He is also a so-called immortal teacher. He is indifferent and arrogant, making people unbearable. He even tested his potential for cultivation. Indifferent, he just asked the village chief to send people to the town's college and left, with a high-handed appearance that made Kiyu very disgusted.

"Will it become very cold after becoming a fairy teacher?" Kiyu asked.

The village chief thought for a while, and said: "I don't know, immortal masters are generally high above. Naturally, there is nothing to say to us mortals. You will become immortal masters in the future. Don't you know by then? "

Kiyu thinks of the child who became a fairy teacher in the village ten years ago. He is now a young man. When he came back last year, he looked very proud and proud. His tail was almost up to the sky. The village chief has to wait respectfully. Before Mu Yu heard that the immortal master wanted to cut off his emotions and desires, he thought about whether he wanted to be that kind of person.

"Yeah, isn't this the head of Lao Bu from Liushui Village?"

A deep voice sounded behind Kiyu and the others. This voice was full of air, and Kiyu had never heard it before. The village chief was stunned for a moment, his face a little unhappy, but he turned his head, barely squeezed a smile and nodded: "It's the village chief of Dadian Village! What a coincidence."

"Where, I specially brought a few little children to the school. I wonder if Village Chief Lao Bu, what are you doing here?"

In front of him was a big bearded man with a bearded waist. Kiba felt that he was about to catch up with the grizzly bear he met in the morning. This is Dahu, the village head of Dadian Village. Every year in their village, at least two children are found to have the potential for cultivation. People in other villages are very envious. Village Chief Laobu often mentions these things. Only two of them were born in the village in ten years, and Chengxian cannot compare with them.

"Our village also had a doll today, and I also took him to the school." The village head tried to straighten his waist and put his hand on Kiba's shoulder proudly.

"Oh, right? There are four in our village this year!" Dahu pulled the four sturdy children behind him and said domineeringly.

"There are four little boys in your village?"

The village chief was a little surprised. He was very unbalanced. Only one was born in the village for ten years. There are at least two each year. This year there are four. This is too much. How did they cultivated? ?

"Yes! Good luck this year. Four children were born. The adults in the county were happy and saved our village from taxes for half a year!" Dahu said triumphantly.

The head of Laobu village is angry. If there is a child who can be a fairy teacher in the village, then even the county adults will take extra care of them. Every year in Dadian Village, at least two children are selected by the gates. It is highly valued by county adults. Taxes are reduced and many transactions will be more convenient. Dadian Village has become the richest village near Liushuishan.

"Huh! Which school you can enter? The Mu Yu in our village has good aptitude, and he will definitely be able to enter the Qingsong School." The village chief touched Mu Yu's head and said unconvincingly.

"That's not necessarily. Where does the Qingsong school kind of martial arts come in? I think this little boy in your village is so thin and weak. It's good to be able to enter some second-rate martial arts. It's OK to tell you secretly. A few days ago, the fairy master showed a very surprised expression when testing the bones of the little tiger! At that time, I was asked to bring the little tiger there! What was the face of the fairy master when your little baby tested it? Haha! Goodbye! Up."

The big tiger looked at the skinny Mu Yu mockingly. Next to the big tiger was the little tiger. The little tiger looked at Mu Yu domineeringly, his eyes were very proud, he didn't put Mu Yu in his eyes at all. Dahu laughed at Village Chief Laobu again, and then left with four sturdy children.

The village chief looked at the back of them away, his face was very ugly. Being so underestimated made him angry. He thought about it. At that time, the immortal master was expressionless and he didn't even bother to speak. .

"Muyu, be more vigorous! Be sure to enter those first-class schools, and look at him by then!" The village head's mustache curled up and looked at Mu Yu hopefully.

Muyu nodded helplessly. He knew that the four schools of the Academy were the most powerful, belonging to the first-class school ~ IndoMTL.com~ They were Qingsong School, Jiuhua School, Yanshan School and Wuwen School. As long as one of these four sects can be entered, it is equivalent to Guangzong Yaozu, not to mention that it can be selected by the Qingsong faction, the leader of the four sects.

No one knows how they select their disciples. According to the village chief, every year, children with cultivating qualifications are sent to the university, and then each sect will send people to select their favorite disciples. As for how the selection was made, the village head didn’t know. The village head said it might be because of which baby looks pleasing to the eye!

Kiyu’s aptitude did not attract additional attention from the immortal master at that time, so I think about it and know that it will not be any better, but it is good to be able to enter some second-rate sects, in case I perform well at that time. Maybe a first-class school.

Kiyu didn't like Dahu's proud face either. He also hoped that he could be favored by the first-class school, and then he could appreciate Dahu's surprised and jealous expression.

The village chief of Laobu and Yu Yu have been shuttled among the endless stream of people, the street cries one after another, and finally the two stopped in front of a magnificent red house.

Mu Yu has never seen such a magnificent house. The precious black wood carved dragon and phoenix are built into two imposing gate posts. There is a lifelike dragon at the door, which is carved from stone and painted. Cyan, two bronze bells with big eyes are majestic and lifelike, as if they can scare away all malicious people and make people afraid to look at them.

The vermilion door is open, and there is a little dust in the solemnity, which is completely different from the surrounding architecture. Sitting at the door were two young people dressed in Tsing Yi. Their outfits were completely different from ordinary people. They were obviously immortal masters. They just sat cross-legged and closed their eyes indifferently. Presumably no ordinary mortal would dare to disturb them.

This is a school, a holy place in the eyes of many mortals.