Chapter 664: That year when the young man entered the clan and met the noble man
Outside the alley, a group of people who used to be so high up in the world that no one dared to touch the tiger’s beard, but now were completely humiliated, felt an inexplicable sense of relief, at least this pervert He didn't kill anyone, right?
Still a very particular person!
They couldn't help but jump up one after another, and slowly retreated under the gaze of tens of thousands of casual cultivators who were disturbed by the noise.
“What if?”
Hong Qiming suppressed the surge of blood in his body and looked at everyone.
Su Wu lowered his voice: "Who is this person? He has an old relationship with Tushita Dan Medical Shop...could it be...him?"
Speaking of this "him", he was frightened. I was stunned. That man was a man who defied heaven and killed the evil sect with one sword. Although he had never seen it, his ears were almost callused after hearing it!
"That man is dead, don't make random guesses!"
Lv Niang frowned and thought for a moment, "Now the masters of various sects have gathered in the Xuantian Sword Sect for the Heavenly Drum Beating Ceremony. The seniors of the sect and outstanding disciples have already gone, I'm afraid it's inconvenient to ask for help..."
Hong Qiming suddenly looked into the distance: "This person has left!"
Xin Zhuo has indeed left. He has swept the whole city with his Lingtai mind. There are no masters, so he simply flies in the air and heads straight to the south. .
In front of Tushita Dan Medical Shop, Duan Dapeng and the other two watched him go away silently.
Li Wumian had already woken up from the drunkenness and laughed dryly: "Senior Brother Xin is really a strange man. He is back, and our Tusita Dan Medical Shop is about to rise again!"
Duan Dapeng's expression Shaking his head seriously: "Far away! Far away!"
The other three people looked at him together and asked in surprise: "What's so far away?"
Duan Dapeng smiled bitterly, looking a little lonely: "His path is different from ours. Maybe we will see him next time. Look up. Look, the word "Xin Zhuo" will be heard in all the major areas sooner or later! "
"Where are the major areas?"
……
Hot wind blows against my face.
Kunxu City is thousands of miles away from the Xuantian Sword Sect. Xin Zhuo used "other horse's" escape skills to shuttle back and forth for three or four days.
Arrived at the foot of the Xuantian Mountains, he couldn't help but fall down and frowned. In front of him were green mountains, undulating mountains, and endlessly beautiful scenery. So, where is the mountain gate of the Xuantian Sword Sect?
It's not that his memory is bad, but that the location of the mountain gate has changed, and the traces of the original "Three Executions and Three Destructions Formation" seem to be gone.
Of course it is impossible to change the mountain gate, it is just to redeploy the formation and move the mountain gate.
He is a "dead person", and his identity as a disciple of the sect is no longer there, so he cannot enter at will.
Looking around, there were no passersby, but there was a faint sound of people coming from somewhere in the southwest.
Thinking about it, he flashed towards the place where the voice came from. He arrived in a moment. This was a valley full of birds singing and flowers fragrant. There were densely packed gorgeous carriages parked at the entrance of the valley.
In the valley, a group of young men and women in brocade clothes surrounded by servants and a group of young men and women with fair faces and plain clothes stood distinctly apart.
Directly ahead, in the dense mist, there is a vaguely colorful floating bridge. On the bridge stand three true disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect and seven or eight inner disciples. All ten of them have arrogant faces. , looking superior to others, coldly glanced at the more than two hundred boys and girls below.
"Disciple Recruitment Conference?"
Xin Zhuo thought for a moment and realized that the colorful pontoon bridge must be leading to the mountain gate, and strode over.
Arrived next to a group of boys and girls, paused for a moment, and looked to the side.
Not far away, a middle-aged couple from the countryside pulled a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old with expectant faces, and told them earnestly: "Yu'er, Xuantian Sword Sect is a big sect, you must enter Among them, you can succeed in the future.
You don’t need to worry about your parents and sisters. As long as you succeed in your cultivation in the future, we will be happy. ”
The young man took a step back, bowed and saluted, with a look of determination on his face: "Don't worry, parents, Yu'er will work hard to enter the sect and devote himself to practice. The child will never forget the humiliation of the prefect's Yamen and the Su family. Don't bully the young man into being poor. , Thirty years in Hedong, Thirty years in Hexi, children regard it as a wise saying."
"Okay, okay!" The couple's eyes were wet, and they looked away, and they couldn't stop crying.
Xin Zhuo: "?"
What a fantasy scene.
This kid has a good talent, his face is born from his heart, and he must be a determined boy, but there is no such thing as the halo of the protagonist. At best, he is an inner disciple. If he doesn't know how to adapt, he is very likely to be eaten by the scum. If there is no one left, the water in the sect is so deep.
"His Royal Highness King Jin! Your Majesty and your Majesty have great expectations for you, you must practice well!"
"I understand, I am bound to win this Xuantian Sword Sect. With my talent, Ling Tianjun, I will become a true disciple. I'm afraid I won't be able to run away!"
On the other side, a man who looked like an old eunuch whispered to a young man in royal robes. The young man in royal robes had a nonchalant look on his face, with a hint of contempt at the corner of his mouth. "Only fifty places are accepted this time, please come forward quickly!"
On the colorful bridge, a true disciple looked cold and scolded him in a deep voice, without any courtesy at all.
Approximately two hundred boys and girls, under the watch of their servants, parents and elders, straightened their backs and strode forward.
Xin Zhuo still didn't move, with a faint smile on his face, watching silently, finding it quite interesting.
"Why don't you go, little brother?" An uncle who looked like a farmer next to him asked curiously as he approached Xin Zhuo while worrying about his children.
Xin Zhuo responded casually: "I am actually a true disciple of Xuantian Sword Sect. There is no need to take a test. You can enter directly!"
"Uh..." The man looked like "Young man" Stay away from the disgusting look of someone who likes to brag.
On the colorful bridge, the boys and girls came forward one by one. It was similar to the selection on Sinan Mountain, basically five brushes and one brush!
The royal prince who called himself "Ling Tianjun" was gifted with a divine body. He was stunned for a moment. He was respectfully invited in by an inner disciple, and his expression was indescribably arrogant.
However, when it was the turn of the commoner boy "Yu'er", he was immediately dismissed, saying that his talent was not obvious and that he was useless.
Yu'er's face was as pale as paper, and he staggered back. It was obvious that he was depressed and lost. This ups and downs in life were not what he expected.
The parents who were watching here had already turned pale, as if they had lost all hope, and could not help but retreat slowly.
Na Yu'er walked up to her parents, her tears like broken beads, and knelt down: "My child is unfilial!"
The father waved his sleeves heavily, turned around and left.
But my mother squatted down and hugged her child and cried loudly: "It's okay, we won't practice any more. We can go to the county town with your uncle to work as carpenters, and we can have enough food and clothing!"
"Mom!"
Yu'er cried bitterly, and suddenly found a stream of water entering her mouth, and then another stream of water, the fishy smell hit her nose, and then a pair of hands were pressed behind her back, and a warm current entered her body, flushing her meridians crazily. .
He actually didn't understand what meridians were, but this feeling was very comfortable.
He raised his head suddenly and saw a seventeen-year-old boy patting his back. He couldn't help but cry: "Brother, you..."
Xin Zhuo gently pushed him towards the colorful bridge: " Go try again!"
Yu'er was confused and fell to the ground in a daze. He was already at the edge of the colorful bridge in front of him. It was his turn again. He couldn't help but look back and looked ahead again. The three Xuantian Sword Sect true disciples looked blank, their eyes There was a flash of light in his heart, and he bowed down and said: "The boy's meridians have just been blocked and cannot be penetrated. Please give the boy another chance!"
The expressions of the three true disciples were gloomy, which has never happened before. thing, but thinking about this young man suddenly Wu suddenly appeared, and after a moment of reflection, one of them said: "The Heavenly Drum Ceremony in the sect is going on, and there are not enough manpower. Uncle Master ordered to recruit fifty people urgently. There are no particularly strict rules, so why not give this kid another chance? How? ”
The other two nodded.
Yu'er was calm and stepped forward again. After a while, a sword shape appeared on the stone wall.
The true disciple who spoke first could not help but be shocked: "Jinyang Sword Body, I almost missed it. This young junior brother, come in quickly!"
The seat of the true disciple of Divine Body Style It’s almost a done deal!
Yu'er turned back to look at Xin Zhuo in surprise, completely confused.
His parents also suddenly stopped and looked at Xin Zhuo in surprise, who was taking a rest. My mother immediately lowered her voice: "My father, Yu'er met a warrior from the Xian family and became rich!"
The father was breathing rapidly. , I can’t say a word!
At this time, more than 200 boys and girls were basically screened, a total of fifty-eight people, led by a group of inner disciples, entered behind the Colorful Bridge.
Just when the three true disciples were about to close the mountain-protecting formation and hide the colorful bridge, a figure suddenly entered.
The three true disciples were startled at first, and then became furious: "Who is it?"
"Changlanglang..."
The long sword was unsheathed, and the sword light was extremely sharp.
Just the next moment, the three swords uncontrollably sheathed themselves, and the shoulders of the three people were hugged by someone.
Xin Zhuo coughed lightly and said: "Stop talking, I'm going back to my home!"
The three true disciples were only in the Yinxu realm, and their bodies were tense for a moment, unable to raise any strength. His face became extremely ugly, and one of the Jurchen disciples said angrily: "What is my family? Who are you?"
Xin Zhuo sighed with emotion: "In those days, no one would ask this question. I was very famous at that time. By the way, which peak are you disciples?"
A male true disciple scolded: "Left sword Feng, what do you think? Who are you? I know that the Heavenly Drum Festival is being held in the sect. The elders of the sect, all the talented uncles and the masters of various sects are gathered together. If you want to fish in troubled waters, you are just asking for death!"
Xin Zhuo said: "I can't die! I shed blood and fought for the Eighteen Sects!"
(End of this chapter)