Chapter 864 Ye Buqu

"Why?"

The little boy struggled to say these two words, his face full of boredom. He didn't know how many days he had lived in the dark place.

This was his first time to see an immortal, and seeing an immortal with great magical powers was his only hope to get out.

Ye Lin was also the first person he had ever seen.

The future was right in front of him, and the immortal was right in front of him. He didn't want to give up.

"You have no spiritual roots, no talent, no talent, no luck. Even if you embark on the road of cultivation, you are destined not to go far. Your future has already been determined. Do you know?"

Ye Lin looked at the little boy in front of him and said slowly. This little boy was the one with the worst fate he had ever seen. He had a black fate, and it was crippled. This was terrible.

Even worse than himself at that time.

Even an ordinary mortal had a white fate.

And the little boy's meridians were blocked, his body was in a mess, and he had no spiritual roots. He was simply a waste.

Let alone practicing to the Qi Refining Stage, he was thankful that he could understand the exercises.

He would accept disciples, but he would not accept disciples without a future. People are all egoists. What good would it do for him to accept a waste?

There is no benefit at all. It is a thankless task. Compared with his only senior disciple Taiyuan and the little boy in front of him, there is a world of difference.

One is above the nine heavens, and the other is in the eighteen levels of hell. There is no comparison at all.

"Why? Without spiritual roots, poor talent, and bad luck, can't I practice?"

The little boy said stubbornly.

He refused to accept it. He was unwilling to give up. Hope was right in front of him. He must not give up. He must not watch hope slip away in front of him.

"These things are given to you by God. This is fate. You don't have this path in your life."

Ye Lin still explained patiently. This little boy is different from ordinary mortals, which aroused his interest.

"Fate? I never believe in fate. I only believe in myself. So what if I don't have spiritual roots? I can still practice without spiritual roots. So what if I don't have talent? As long as I work a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times, or a hundred thousand times harder than others, I can still be on par with others."

"So what if I don't have luck? I can fight for it myself if I don't have luck."

The little boy clenched his fist and said word by word, his little face full of unyielding.

Listening to the little boy's words, Ye Lin touched his chin. He saw his former self on the little boy's face, angry at the unfairness of fate.

If he didn't have a panel at the beginning, he might have been annihilated in the dust.

"Okay, I'll give you a chance. I'll accept you as my apprentice, but it's only a nominal apprentice. If you perform well, I can consider officially accepting you as my apprentice."

"Now, I give you a name, Ye Buqu, who doesn't bow to fate. I hope you can be like this name."

"If you disappoint me, I will abandon you without hesitation."

After Ye Lin finished speaking, Ye Buqu immediately kowtowed to Ye Lin, one after another.

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master, thank you."

Ye Buqu was so excited that he was shaking all over.

"Okay, I'll walk in front now. Follow me. If you lose me, it means you have no chance with me."

After Ye Lin finished speaking, he walked forward step by step. Ye Lin's steps seemed slow, but he could reach ten meters with one step.

Ye Buqu followed Ye Lin closely with his short legs.