Chapter 3154

What Huzi is waiting for is to make a big splash in this selection and rewrite his fate.

After two sad words, Hu Zi clenched his fist and said, "when the selection starts next year, I will let those who look down upon me see that Hu Zi must be the most talented one among them, and I will be accepted as a disciple by the immortal."

"Cultivation doesn't have to depend on talent. It also depends on whether your mind is tough enough. Talent is not enough. But as long as you have a strong heart and a strong will, you can still make up for the difference in talent." Ye Lingfeng hears speech, suddenly opens a way.

"Really?" Huzi was full of confidence, but obviously he didn't have much confidence in his own talent. After hearing Ye Lingfeng's words, his face suddenly looked happy, but soon he was a little depressed and said, "Uncle mu, you are not a fairy. How can you understand these things? You don't have to comfort me... "

"I'm not comforting you. I really know such a person..." Ye Lingfeng habitually replied.

But speaking out, ye Lingfeng was stunned. He didn't know why he was so interested in cultivation. Moreover, he seems to really know a person who has a natural talent but a strong heart.

But what was the name of that man? It was clearly on his lips, but he couldn't remember who he was.

"Uncle mu, you cheat. You are a rice seller. How can you know someone like that?" Hu Zi shook his head in disbelief, and then said, "Uncle mu, you don't have to comfort me. I will try my best at that time. Even if I'm not picked by the immortals, I will try my best to find a way to practice. I must let my parents live a good life with me."

Ye Lingfeng didn't speak this time. He just rubbed Huzi's head. From the tiger at the moment, he once again clearly felt the strange Qi that only belongs to talents. The Qi in Huzi was simple and vigorous.

"Uncle mu, I'm going back. If I'm late, my parents will scold me." After sitting in the meeting with Ye Lingfeng, Huzi climbed over the courtyard wall and jumped back to his own yard, then crept into the room.

What is man and what is that kind of Qi? And who am I and why am I interested in practice? Looking at the direction of tiger's departure, ye Lingfeng's eyes are long and his mind is full of thoughts.

He felt that after a long period of chaos, he seemed to seize an opportunity to retrieve his memory, but that opportunity was like a soft line. Just a little tug, it would instantly become two halves, cutting off all ideas.

In autumn and winter, the weather is getting colder and colder. These days, Hu Zi comes to the chaimi shop less and less, and the time is shorter and shorter. After he comes, he doesn't talk with Ye Lingfeng, but keeps doing some strange things.

When the first winter snow fell, Huzi climbed over the wall and told ye Lingfeng that the selection of the Academy would begin the next day!

"Do you really want to be a monk?" After seeing tiger son's nervous face, ye Lingfeng smiles and asks.

Seeing tiger nodding, ye Lingfeng hesitated and handed him a sword strung with red rope and folded with paper.

"What's this?" Tiger son took the paper sword hanging on the neck, curious to Ye Lingfeng asked.

"Here you are. Don't ask so many questions about why. Uncle Mu knows that you will be selected tomorrow! " Ye Lingfeng patted Hu Zi on the shoulder and didn't say much. He just stuffed the paper sword into his clothes.

"Good! I will live up to your expectations, uncle Mu The tiger son stretched out his hand and knocked hard on his chest.

In his opinion, the paper sword worn by red rope should be something like an amulet, representing uncle Mu's expectation for him.

Ye Lingfeng smiles and doesn't speak. He didn't know why he had to fold a small sword with paper for tiger to carry, but he had a strong feeling that this paper sword should help tiger to pass the so-called selection.

In the morning of the second day, Hu Zi went to attend the selection of the Academy. At noon, suddenly a group of jubilant people came to the alley and poured into the yard of Huzi's parents.

Ye Lingfeng joined in the fun with the past. From the mouth of those people who reported the good news, he learned that Huzi really passed the selection of the academy and became a disciple of the immortal. What's more, according to the fairy head of the Academy, Huzi is still a rare sword cultivator, and he has a deep understanding of the sword, so he can't be sure that he will become a first-class sword immortal in the future.

The news from the herald shocked Huzi's parents, not only them, but also the whole alley residents. No one thought that Huzi could be selected by the Academy, and there was a chance to become the future immortal.

Only Ye Lingfeng, still calm, sent some presents to Huzi's parents and went back to his chaimi shop.

In the middle of the night, Huzi finally came back from the Academy. His face was full of joy that could not be concealed. He first told his parents that he was safe and assured them that he had worshipped an immortal as a teacher, and then he turned into Ye Lingfeng's yard.

"Uncle mu, what is the paper sword you gave me?" After entering the yard, Huzi excitedly takes out the paper sword from his clothes and looks at Ye Lingfeng, shocked. When he passed the selection today, he was mediocre at first, and then suddenly aroused the resonance of Wan Jian.Although according to the immortal elders, it is because of his special constitution that he is born to be suitable for practicing kendo. But Huzi felt that his ability to pass the selection was probably related to the paper sword that ye Lingfeng gave him.

When ye Lingfeng gave him a paper sword, he became a young man of sword repair. It's a coincidence.

"It's just a paper sword. It's up to you next..." Ye Lingfeng laughs, and then continues to sketch on the paper. In his pen, a ferocious dragon gradually emerges. On the head of the dragon, there are even horns, like dragons.

Not only that, looking at the evil dragon, Huzi also felt a kind of crisis, which made him feel that as long as he acted rashly, the evil dragon would jump out of the paper and bite off his neck.

If the fairies of Huzi Academy were here, they would surely find that the kind of crisis that Huzi felt was the faint dragon power from the fierce dragon on the paper. Although it's a painting, the evil dragon in the painting has the ferocity of a wild beast.

"Bring me the brazier..." After staring at the picture for a moment, ye Lingfeng sighed, and then let the tiger into the room and out of the brazier.