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After a period of dizziness, Xie Ling and Qi Yun appeared in a stone room. There was also a six-pointed star formation at their feet. A disciple on duty outside came over and said, "Why are you two here? The dean is about to leave.

Already."

Qi Yun hurriedly led Xie Ling out of the stone room and entered a nearby corridor. After walking forward for a while, they came to a hall dozens of feet wide.

Xie Ling saw dozens of long tables inside. Various utensils were used to hold different types of materials on the tables. They were all weird things that Xie Ling had never heard of or seen before. He stood beside a long table in the middle.

There were two people standing there, one of them, a thin old man wearing ocher clothes, was looking up and down at Xie Ling who had just come in from the outside with a heart-stopping look.

"Low-grade Immortal Root, the damn Internal Affairs Department, can't they bring over a trial student with slightly better qualifications!" His eyes became gloomy and his voice was hysterical, making Xie Ling even more embarrassed.

Another old man in gray robe was still counting the materials on the table and ignored him.

"Stretch out your hand!" the thin old man said suddenly.

Xie Ling didn't know what he was going to do, so he stretched out his hands in fear.

"Follow me!" The thin old man also stretched out a hand, and then separated his ring finger and middle finger, but kept the other fingers together. This seems very easy, but in fact, very few people can do it naturally. This is a sophisticated thing.

It's the sensitivity and coordination of the fingers.

Xie Ling's hands were done very naturally and perfectly under the surprised gaze of Qi Yun. A trace of strangeness flashed in the eyes of the thin old man, but it was obvious that this was just the beginning. Then his hands changed even faster, with each movement

The movements may seem simple, but they require a lot of finger agility. Even those who have received training may not be able to keep up with such a rhythm.

Sure enough, Xie Ling began to make frequent mistakes. His face turned red and he felt a little weak.

Suddenly, the thin old man clasped his fingers together, his expression looking better than before.

"Although the Immortal Root is a bit weak, fortunately the Ling Dong Xing is barely adequate. You can stay and let's burn a fire for a year first!" After saying that, he turned around and ignored Xie Ling who was standing opposite him.

.

Qi Yun, who had been standing respectfully beside him, touched him lightly. Xie Ling woke up from his trance and thanked him: "Disciple Xie Ling, you obey!" Then he followed Qi Yun out of the room with some confusion.

"Junior brother's surname is Xie. Could it be that he comes from the Xie family, one of the four major immortal cultivating families in our sect?" Qi Yund said.

Xie Ling nodded. There was nothing to hide. You would know if you inquired a little.

"It's no wonder -" The Xie family is a famous family of immortal cultivators and has a long history of learning. It's no wonder that Xie Ling can achieve such a level. Qi Yun thought so.

"Senior brother, why does the dean want me to burn a month's fire? And what exactly does this 'Item Refining Institute' do? I don't understand it at all, so I ask my senior brother for advice." Xie Ling said.

"Haha, junior brother will understand after a long time. It is useless to say more now." Qi Yun said.

Returning to his stone house, Xie Ling lay on his back on the stone bed. At this moment, he felt more relaxed than ever before. Although the Xie family's house was luxurious, it was like an exquisite birdcage, which had imprisoned him for a full year.

.Although this place is simple and simple, he can do whatever he wants. When he is happy, he can sing to his heart's content. When he is bored, he can go outside to breathe the fresh air in the mountains and forests.

Just as he was daydreaming about the future, a flute sound came faintly from outside. The melodious sound of the flute made people feel homesick. In Xie Ling's mind, the endless wilderness and the bright stars in the sky emerged.

The next scene was blurry and constantly changing. One moment I was in a mountain valley full of flowers, and then the surroundings became empty, with only a tall stone monument in front of me.

With a bang, all the pictures shattered into pieces. Xie Ling sat up from the bed and held his head in his hands. Every time he returned to this time, his whole body would have a splitting headache.

The sound of the flute continued, so he took a deep breath, got off the stone bed, and walked out of the house.

Behind the stone house was a jungle. He slowly walked in the direction of the sound of the flute, passed through the woods, and saw a stream winding down from the mountain.

On a rock beside the stream, a thin young man sat on it holding a jade flute with his feet immersed in the stream.

Under the moonlight, the young man's eyes are staring forward. His nose is narrow, small and straight, and his palm-sized face has very compact facial features. He is a handsome young man!

Suddenly the sound of the flute was interrupted. The young man turned sideways and looked at Xie Ling. He could not see clearly due to the light behind him. He put down the jade flute and said very cautiously: "Who!" His voice was as shrill as an oriole's.

"Senior brother, it's me!" Xie Ling saw the young man's appearance clearly and recognized him as the young man he had met in the afternoon.

"Who are you and how do you recognize me?" The young man looked at Xie Ling who was walking in front of him strangely.

"Senior brother, don't you remember? We met in front of the stone house in the afternoon. I am the new trial student Xie Ling!" Xie Ling said with a smile.

"It's you, how did you find this place? Are you following me!" The young man finally recognized Xie Ling, but when he remembered something, he became even more wary.

"The house I live in is relatively close to here. I just heard the sound of your flute and found this place." Xie Ling said.

The young man looked at him carefully and couldn't see anything strange in Xie Ling's eyes. Then he said: "I just blew it randomly. If it affects your rest, I will pay attention to it next time."

"It's okay, your flute sounds very nice, otherwise I wouldn't have found this place!" Xie Ling found a rock to sit on, took off his shoes, and dipped his feet into the cold and clear stream. "Wow, it feels so comfortable.

Yeah! How did you find such a good place?"

"I found it by accident, just call me Zhang Meng, senior fellow apprentice, that sounds awful!" the young man turned his head and said.

"Well, well, I will call you Zhang Meng from now on, then you can just call me Xie Ling." Xie Ling continued: "By the way, you were testing there, why did you look like you came out of a coal mine today?

Same?"

"That's right, I just came out of the coal mine. What's wrong, you haven't been assigned yet! Don't worry, you will be like me from tomorrow on!" After Zhang Meng finished speaking, he took his feet out of the stream and wiped them dry with a silk scarf.

He put on his shoes and socks, ignored Xie Ling who was standing aside, pouted and left the stream.
Chapter completed!