Stars fall and locust trees grow

Elder Shang Ming was certainly not talking nonsense.

When a monk reaches a certain level, he can completely change his appearance.

Of course, this so-called transformation does not mean changing into someone else's face, but that the monks can choose the age and corresponding appearance they want to show according to their own preferences.

For example, the 83-year-old old man Furukawa Lin chose the look he had when he was in his twenties.

As a sect manager, the older they look, the more dignified and persuasive they are. Therefore, most sect leaders and elders choose to appear as old men or uncles.

Now that these little bastards dared to speak so arrogantly, as an elder of the 29th Yue branch, he didn't mind letting them broaden their horizons and teach them what it meant to not speak carelessly or eat carelessly.

Therefore, after the Fu Xiu competition was over, he immediately called his two junior brothers to hold a small meeting.

"So, Senior Brother wants the two of us..." Elder Hu Di of Weihua Peak first stroked his chin as if in deep thought, then suddenly realized something and his face was full of excitement: "Show us your beauty?!"

He grinned and muttered: "Oh my, if it weren't for someone, I would have wanted to show my beautiful face in front of those disciples. Ah, looking back on the past, there were many beautiful female cultivators who were fascinated by me..."

The someone he was referring to was naturally his brother Hu Tian.

"I don't agree!" Hu Tian frowned and slammed the table and stood up.

Are you kidding me? !

It is said that strict teachers produce excellent students. In order to make his disciples study hard and focus on their practice, he has always set himself up as a strict and harsh rough uncle.

But now, just because these disciples said a few nonsense, he, the dignified elder of the 29th Peak, is required to show his dignity... Then where is his dignity?

"Junior brother, please be patient." Elder Shang Ming pushed him back onto the stool. "Now you have seen that the disciples of Huan Heng Peak are not focused on their cultivation. Have you ever thought that maybe it is because you are too strict that this is counterproductive?"

"Didn't they say that as long as we don't die from studying, we should study until we die?" Elder Shang Ming laughed, "Then we will do as they wish."

"If you can teach a few disciples like Du Heng from the last class, the old guys at the headquarters will look at you with new eyes~"

"Yes, yes." Hu Di approached with a playful smile, "Brother, even if it's not for the sake of our future, at least we have to regain our lost face in front of those people in Mingyuejian."

He blinked, "After all, if you don't have enough strength, you can only rely on your looks."

Veins on Hu Tian's forehead were throbbing, and his fists loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened, over and over again. Finally, he couldn't help but squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "Okay..."

After all, he really wanted to teach a few promising disciples to save his face. If this approach was really effective, he might as well give it a try.

Seeing that Hu Tian finally agreed, Elder Shang Ming was so excited that he almost jumped up from his stool: "Then tomorrow, the face of our branch will all depend on you two junior brothers!"

Hu Di narrowed his eyes: "Ah~~~ When I think about the silly looks on the disciples' faces tomorrow when they are overwhelmed by our beauty, I feel a little impatient!"

"The meeting is over! The meeting is over!" He was as excited as a long-starved sparrow that finally saw some delicious rice. "I'm going back to find clothes for tomorrow, la la la..."

……

The weather was excellent on the day of the Danxiu Competition.

After the auditorium was full, several elders finally arrived.

When the twenty-nine Yue disciples saw the last two people to sit down on the rostrum, they were all stunned.

"Who are the two young elders next to Elder Shang?"

"Has the headquarters heard our call and finally decided to give us a new elder?!"

“Ahh! Although it’s not as good as Master Gu, it’s still very pleasing to the eyes~”

Someone squinted his eyes and looked at them for a while, then suddenly asked in confusion: "Eh? Don't you think those two elders look familiar?"

hiss~~~

A sharp-eyed Fu cultivator gasped: "Is that... Elder Hu Tian?"

“Sure enough…Sure enough!”

"I never thought that Elder Hu Tian, ​​who is always strict and stern, could be so pleasing to the eye after some tidying up."

“It’s a little bit charming~”

"Ah! That other one is Elder Hudi!"

"Wow! Elder Hu Di is so beautiful, isn't she?"

One of the alchemy disciples' eyes lit up: "I declare that from now on, Master Gu will be ranked first, and Elder Hu Di will be ranked second!"

The disciple who had spoken so arrogantly yesterday said: "I am going to die, I am going to die! This time I am really going to die..."

Elder Shang Ming covered his face and laughed.

Elder Hu Tian rolled his eyes at him, then straightened his face and said in a deep voice: "Silence!"

The disciples said: "Okay, okay, you are good-looking, whatever you say is right."

The competition among the alchemists is to refine the most basic rejuvenation pill that can quickly restore a person's spiritual energy.

The competition is also divided into two parts. The first part is to select the herbs for refining the rejuvenation pill, and the second part is to start refining the pill.

The alchemy furnaces were distributed uniformly by the sect, and there were not many disciples participating in the competition, only about forty in total.

All the participating disciples had already found their positions in the square and were ready.

Hu Di took out a fan, opened it, and waved it in his hand a few times, saying in a gentle voice, "There are twenty kinds of herbs in front of each person. Only when you pick the right ones can you start refining the elixir!"

"Okay, okay, let the game begin."

The process of alchemy, in simple terms, is to purify several kinds of herbs, remove the dross and retain the essence, then condense the extracted liquid, and finally compress it into a pill and engrave pill patterns.

Selecting medicinal materials tests the most basic knowledge of alchemy formulas.

Seeing that two disciples had picked the wrong herbs, Hu Di did not kick them out, but directly covered his face with a fan and said to Gu Chuanlin and others with a smile: "Aha, there will be a good show to watch later."

After the herbs were selected, all of a sudden, alchemy furnaces started to fly and flames billowed.

Li Chi saw someone making pills for the first time and found it very novel, so he turned around and asked Zeng Muhan: "Brother Zeng, the requirements for spiritual roots for alchemy practitioners should be very strict, right?"

Zeng Muhan explained: "Alchemy practitioners generally have dual spiritual roots of fire and wood, with fire as the primary and wood as the secondary. Only cultivators with fire spiritual roots can better control flames and accurately grasp the temperature required to refine different elixirs. Cultivators with wood spiritual roots are better at identifying herbs and then refining their essence."

"So what is your spiritual root, Brother Zeng?"

Zeng Muhan: "Top-grade wind spirit root."

"Wow! So awesome?" Li Chi looked envious.

The spiritual roots of the spiritual realm monks are divided into five levels, namely ordinary, middle, upper, ultimate and immortal. However, because there has been no immortal for thousands of years, it is assumed that there are only four levels.

It turned out that Li Chi also had a wind spiritual root, but it was only of the upper grade. He was very curious about what kind of spiritual root his current body had, so he thought that after returning to Mingyue, he must ask Gu Chuanlin to test it for him.