"The way of the sword is both sharp and reclusive. Don't be impatient in your future practice."

Mo Sheng looked at the sword-hearted boy again. The latter stood up proudly, holding the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, and bowed to Mo Sheng.

"Disciple remembers it."

"Well, just stand aside, you will be Zhu Er from now on."

Mo Sheng waved his hand and continued reading.

These two people were standing at the front, but Mo Sheng passed by the front and looked behind, which made the people in the front extremely disappointed.

"Scholar, since you have chosen to take the test in my dojo, are you willing to be my disciple?"

"The disciple has met the teacher."

The scholar grabbed a fan and bowed deeply to Mo Sheng. He breathed a sigh of relief, neither humble nor arrogant, crossed the crowd, walked to the side, and stood under Zhu Er.

"That boy who plays chess with Qi Ling, you should do these four tricks."

"Me? I still have this opportunity. Disciples will pay homage to the Master. The Master will live forever... No, the Master's life span will be as long as the sky, and his blessings will be equal..."

Good guy, you are still a good at flattering.

"Okay, no matter how much you flatter me, you can only do Zhusi."

"Hey hey hey..."

Zhusi smiled awkwardly, and suppressed his excitement. He delayed it until so late, and thought he would no longer be a disciple, but he was still able to register, so he was naturally excited.

"Little guy, you and your sister can only register your name alone. Who do you think it would be better for me to give it to?"

Mo Sheng looked at the pair of little guys at this time. The latter two were still standing together nervously holding hands.

"To my sister (brother)!"

The two said in unison, and the corners of Mo Sheng's lips raised.

"Tell me why."

"She (he) has better talent."

They were said together again.

"Listen to me!"

The young man took his sister's hand and glared at the girl fiercely.

"My disciple is not as talented as my sister, so I would like to ask an immortal to take my sister as my disciple. Even if I don't earn nine thousand, I am willing to do it!"

The young man bowed deeply to Mo Sheng again.

The girl did not have enough cultivation, and he was afraid that the girl would not be able to successfully become a disciple.

"Hahaha! You two are a rare pair of siblings, Qingfeng Caiyun, are these two little guys very similar to you?"

"If it weren't for Master, my sister and I might be the same as them."

Qingfeng smiled and looked at Caiyun again, who glared at him.

"Well, you two, let's do bamboo five and bamboo six!"

After waving his hand, Mo Sheng looked at it again.

Zhu Qi and Mo Sheng chose a person who had good physical cultivation and also had the blood of the Gods, that is, the descendant of Ting Feng's blood.

Zhu Ba, Zhu Jiu, finally came to the front again, and Mo Sheng chose the person who was top in the three trials.

Then, in the midst of everyone's attention, Mo Sheng stopped.

"Zhu Shi, Eleven, Twelve and Three, please stay for now. A hundred years later, I will make a choice. Caiyun, please take away the colorful hair given by the senior immortals. Qingfeng, take the brothers, and then

Choose...eighteen thousand disciples."

As Mo Sheng said, the eyes of many testers lit up.

The quantity is twice as much as stated. This is a great opportunity!

"Yes, disciple, honor your order!"

"Caiyun, if everything is done well, let Zhuyi and the others come to Daoxin Mountain."

Daoxin Mountain is actually the place where Mo Sheng taught Mo Yi and the others the first Dao, where the pile of stones is located.

In the past three hundred years, Mo Sheng preached to Zhenzhuan disciples alone, right there.

The next time, Mo Sheng looked at Miaoyin and others. Now, he was about to send away these immortals who came to watch the ceremony.

Another half day passed, and I exchanged pleasantries with the Eleven Immortals, probably saying that we would have tea together when we had time, and we would meet again next time.

Seeing the eleven immortals leaving, Mo Sheng also moved Wen Xia Zhiqiu and the others to Miyun Palace. After that, Mo Sheng landed on the big stone on Daoxin Mountain.

At this time, the stones here also have a hint of spirituality.

After listening to Mo Shenghe's sermons for so many times, these stones were still in such a spiritual place, and even showed signs of becoming demons.

Mo Sheng did not stop these stones. If they turned into demons, it would be their chance.

And Mo Sheng sat on the big stone again, and a series of demon fluorescent lights appeared on the stone, shining like breathing, and this guy was saluting Mo Sheng.

After all, in the middle of the sermon, all the other stones were still confused, but he had a glimmer of wisdom.

Mo Sheng nodded, and Caiyun flew over from a distance with the Nine Bamboo Characters, and landed in front of the group of stones.

"Master, all the junior brothers are here."

"Well, you go and arrange other disciples with Qingfeng, talk to them, and first understand the fairy scriptures on the cliff yourself. I will start preaching in three years."

"yes!"

On Mo Sheng's side, he taught the nine disciples the exercises in a targeted manner. Although it was not the secret treasure of the Miyun Sect, it was still one of the more than fifty classics.

These nine disciples also have different talents and different cultivation levels.

The ones with the highest cultivation level are Zhuba and Zhujiu. They both have the cultivation of the late Yuan Shen. After all, they are disciples who will be considered in the later stage. However, they are also the oldest, both 2,780 years old.

Then there is Zhu Yi and Zhu Er. Their strength in the middle stage of Yuanshen is pretty good, but both of them are talented enough and not too old. Zhu Yi is over 190 years old and Zhu Er is over 170 years old.

Years old, and the Exquisite Sword Heart.

The two brothers and sisters with the weakest strength are naturally the two, but they also have the shortest time in cultivation. They have just reached the Nascent Soul stage, but they have become the senior brothers and sisters of Zhuba and Zhujiu, which makes them uncomfortable.

However, I don't have any objections to Zhuba, Zhujiu, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that Mo Sheng likes these people more. Zhuba, Zhujiu, and even Zhuqi all make up the numbers. Don't look at the two brothers and sisters, but Zhuwu, Zhuliu, that's it.

status!

The sermon was going on slowly, and on the other side, Qingfeng began to take the Twelve Sons of Mozi to see off many people attending the founding ceremony.

There are many people, but if they really rush up, no one will dare to disobey. Mo Sheng's thunderous method of suppressing the immortals just now has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. How many people dare to make a mistake, but the immortals are all belching?

However, it was impossible for these people to leave like this. They all headed towards the Three Kingdoms under the Cloud.

If you can't get along with the Miyun Sect, it's better to get along with the Three Kingdoms under the Clouds. After all, the Three Kingdoms under the Clouds all help to receive guests, which means the Miyun Sect is not one of its own.

Tens of millions of testers and spectators gradually left, leaving only 18,000 newly recruited disciples.

Even though the quantity is so much higher than the first time, the quality is actually much higher.

Some of these disciples have the strength of the middle and late stages of Zifu, and there are many in the Yuanshen realm. Of course, that is the Yuanshen realm.

Many of these people were determined to win the remaining three bamboo spots. They secretly competed with each other, assigned residence and clothing tokens, and within half a day, they sat under the Tao cliff and began to realize Taoism and practice.

Time passed slowly, and within three years, almost all of the more than 10,000 disciples were sitting here.

To be honest, I just sat here and slowly studied the classics.

To be clever, they started to go to their senior brothers and sisters and give them gifts or whatever. After all, some of them were young masters of powerful forces and so on.

It would naturally be much faster if you bribed your senior brothers and sisters and found someone to preach to you.

Of course, all this was seen by Qingfeng, and since there were only three people left in the Zhu Zi assessment, they naturally had no share.

Some people even tried to bribe Mozi Twelve, and even Qingfeng Caiyun, but these people naturally failed, and even got a lesson directly.

Because of this lesson, 90% of the disciples were unwilling to continue teaching, and some even withdrew from the ceremony.

Those who were more regular, but not rigid, began to understand the truth in groups of twos and threes, and exchanged their experiences with each other every once in a while, which made Qingfeng nod with satisfaction.

This was the situation in the first half of the year. In the second half of the year, Qingfeng lay directly on the stone where he once listened and fell asleep...

Glancing at Qingfeng, Caiyun closed his eyes, with the Mozi Twelve staring at him, so there was nothing wrong with him.

A year later, the Nine Sons with Bamboo Characters also came over, first to greet Qingfeng Caiyun, then the Twelve Sons with Ink Characters, and the last few people fell into the front position and began to realize the Tao.

In the blink of an eye, three years passed. Mo Sheng opened his eyes in Miyun Palace, looked behind him and asked Xia Zhiqiu, and pointed between their eyebrows.

"Master!"

"Well, come with me to see your junior brothers and sisters. By the way, I will also give a sermon."

"yes!"

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Chapter completed!