Chapter 632: Wang Chuchen Asks Questions

Not to mention, a few years ago, Lingya Shangzhen achieved the position of Dongtian Shangzhen, and many disciples wanted to become his disciples, including some with extraordinary talents.

Yuanxi, in Wang Chuchen's eyes, could only be considered above average.

In fact, none of the four real people present, including Wu Yi, had talents that were not inferior to Yuanxi, otherwise, would they really think that cultivation would be easy and a natural thing?

Xuanzhenzi's face seemed to be full of smiles, and his two mustaches trembled from time to time. Today, he made a big splash!

Xuanzhenzi originally only wanted Yuanxi to be his grandson, but after the previous incident, he decided to make an exception and directly accept Yuanxi, who was still in the foundation-building stage, as his disciple.

Xuanzhenzi thought that when Yuanxi, the silly boy, heard the news, he would definitely kowtow and worship, and then he would perform a good show of teacher-kindness and filial piety, and he could also earn a reputation.

At this moment, Yuan Xi, who should have been extremely happy, lowered his head and frowned, wondering what he was thinking. No one noticed that when everyone was cheering before, a woman quietly left, except Yuan Xi.

She was like a beam of light, giving Yuan Xi light when he had no way to move forward and his future was dark. Although she could not guide him forward, she made him understand that there was still hope ahead, and someone cared about him, and he started moving forward again.

She was like a shower of rain, dense and silent, moistening everything. She was not the most beautiful, the richest, or the most prestigious person around her, but she was the most considerate, the warmest, and the most understanding. Her status in Yuan Xi's heart could not be shaken by anyone.

However, she was also humble. She was born in a big family, but she was not as good as an ordinary disciple. She suffered all kinds of difficulties and did things she didn't want to do. And she was the only way for her to break the shackles, but the price was unknown.

The past has turned into today's sorrow. Should I stick to my promise to her?

Yuan Xi's fists, as big as sandbags, were clenched tightly. His feet seemed to be standing on the ground. He was pushed up by the people behind him. He was not like the other disciples who held their heads high and were afraid that the masters would not see their disciples.

To be honest, the way the master and apprentice lineage recruited disciples was indeed very rough. It showed more majesty than kindness. It was like raising a Gu, selecting a few people and letting them fight each other.

The winner was promoted, and the loser would not be left with nothing, but the damage to their bodies caused by the super-intensive training was immeasurable. If they did not apply the top-grade magic ointment in the future, they would probably be like that for the rest of their lives and could not move an inch.

Such a rough method naturally gave the aristocratic family a chance to infiltrate. There were many children from the side branches. It didn't matter how many of them succeeded. As long as there was one, it would be enough to disgust the master and apprentice lineage.

And Yuan Xi's example was definitely not the first, and he would definitely not be the last. As long as the fight between the master and the disciple family continues, this matter will never end.

"You are all outstanding disciples in this election. It is your blessing that several real people come here to accept disciples. You must perform well!"

An Yirong said so, but her eyes were looking at Yuan Xi. If Yuan Xi performed well this time, she would definitely be able to enter the Tiancheng Elders' Council. However, when she saw Yuan Xi's head hanging down, she was furious. However, due to the crowd, she could not speak clearly, so she had to increase her tone and grit her teeth.

Since Xuan Zhenzi had already taken a fancy to Yuan Xi, he pretended to be generous and said: "Fellow Taoists, please choose your disciples first!"

Finally, after much pushing and shoving, Wang Chuchen was the first one. He said to all the disciples: "Then I will sacrifice my incarnation and play a song, which is the correct sound, and play it again, which is the noise. If anyone among you can hear the difference, I will accept him as my disciple."

Cultivators are basically good at singing and dancing, and have many talents. They have learned a lot, but more does not mean more. Wang Chuchen entered the Tao with music, which is a step higher than the average people. The noise in his mouth may be better than the correct sound that many people have practiced for many years.

To hear it, either the spiritual consciousness is strong enough to capture the changes in the music, or the music is extremely profound.

The disciples are ready to fight, and the underworld gods listen quietly. At this moment, even the sound of the wind blowing the leaves seems so irritating.

A ray of light appeared on Wang Chuchen's heavenly gate. After a period of light and shadow changes, it turned into a human figure, which was almost the same as Wang Chuchen, except that his eyes were clearer and he looked younger.

This incarnation carried a zither on his back, sat cross-legged, and placed the zither on his knees. His fingers were slender and white like bamboo shoots, like a woman's, no, they were fingers that could make women envious. His fingertips slightly plucked the strings, tested the timbre, and adjusted the melody.

After finishing, this incarnation officially began to play.

I saw his right ring finger rub the strings, and the sound of the piano was like gurgling water, butterflies flying and cranes dancing, cheerful and harmonious.

Suddenly, there was a drizzle, and the sound of rain hitting the banana leaves was very pleasant, and the sound of the piano decreased.

Gradually into the night, the sound of the piano was like the enchanting clouds and mist in the mountains. Between the flowing clouds, a carriage passed by, and the birdsong seemed lonely and empty.

After a song, the sound of the piano still echoed, and it continued.

Many people were brought into a state of mind by Wang Chuchen's song, and they could not wake up for a long time, as if they were in a coma. If An Yirong had not woken up earlier and coughed a few times, some people would not have woken up for several days.

And this was just a small test of Wang Chuchen's skills. Of course, this method was nothing to Wang Chuchen.

"What is the name of this song? It has a profound meaning and makes people linger. Don't keep it to yourself, Master Guichen. Good things should be shared." Yan Ziling was born in a noble family and knew a lot about these things. So when he heard this song, he asked Wang Chuchen for it.

"This song is called "Returning Man". It is what I learned when I traveled in the mortal world. It is not worthy of being in the hall of elegance. I am sorry to make you laugh."

"I don't care. If you don't give me the music score, I won't go back today. I will definitely stay in the house you opened for ten days and half a month."

Yan Ziling pretended to be a rogue and shouted. Whether he was really curious about this or intended to get closer to Wang Chuchen, it was unknown. Wu Yi hoped it was the former, but the latter was more likely.

"Okay, if you go, I will definitely welcome you." Wang Chuchen and Yan Ziling seemed to ignore everyone and talked to themselves, which made Wu Yi speechless. He couldn't help but remind them, and the two realized and restrained themselves.

As for the others, they could only listen and certainly did not dare to speak.