There is a huge square on the bank of the Rongshui River in the center of Rongcheng.

The square is surrounded by smoke and willows, green flowers and lotuses, the winding corridor water pavilion rockery and flowing water, the river breeze blows, the water mist hides the fragrance of flowers, and it is a good place with beautiful scenery and pleasant scenery.

At this time, people from all over the city, with their children, poured into the square, making the square crowded.

Many officials around the square are trying to maintain order.

In the center of the square, several officials lined up to guard, and the order was the most orderly, presumably where the Zixiao Mountain Sect recruited disciples from the outer sect.

Looking from afar, there were several long tables under the rockery there, except for a fat young man in purple shirt sitting behind the first table, and behind the other tables sat one or two disciples of the Zixiao Mountain Sect wearing cyan robes.

Later, a middle-aged man in a purple robe sat on a wide chair behind a table of eight immortals, sipping fragrant tea from time to time, and accepting the courteous conversation of several people on the side.

Judging from the clothes, these people who talked to the purple-robed middle-aged man should be local officials at all levels in Rongcheng.

The peripheral crowd did not line up honestly, they all squeezed hard, and Long Ze, who was sandwiched in the crowd, seemed to have returned to the earth, and once again experienced the enthusiasm of the aunts and uncles when the supermarket was on sale.

He Long Ze was soon crowded by the crowd and came to the bottom of the rockery.

When they arrived here, there were officials to maintain order, and there was also the majesty of the Xianmen people here, and people did not dare to make a mistake, becoming obedient sheep, obeying the command of the officials, and queuing up quietly.

At this time, He Long Ze looked at the tables, and saw that there were signs placed on each table, with names, bone tests, and blood tests written in turn.

I saw the fat young man in the purple robe behind the first table, holding a pen and ink to do the thing of recording his name, and when the adults took their children to register their names, they would offer the fat young man a purse and the like.

Next, the children, accompanied by their own adults, went to the second table for bone check-ups and then to the third table for blood tests.

Through memory, He Zelong knew that bone examination was to determine the age of the child by touching the bones. A blood test is the use of a testing instrument to draw a child's spiritual blood to test their spiritual talent.

However, the spiritual blood in children's bodies is very rare, and it is the most precious, and it is very harmful to children's bodies after being extracted.

Generally, large families do not adopt this method, but they all determine the cultivation talent of their children by observing their children's cultivation progress and performance in all aspects, or through cultivating special exercises and cultivating advanced cultivators.

However, the special exercises that can probe people's cultivation talents are extremely difficult to cultivate, and they are not of much benefit to improving their cultivation, and very few people will cultivate, and most of them will be lost over time.

As for that kind of legendary magic testing weapon, it costs a lot of heavenly and earthly treasures, and even if it is a large sect, it will not be used easily.

Therefore, the mountain gate basically uses the method of blood test to recruit disciples in this kind of netting method.

Most of the children at the scene couldn't stand this kind of torture, and after being drained of spiritual blood, they immediately looked gloomy, and some couldn't help the pain, and even cried.

It's just that if you do this, you will immediately be laughed at by others.

As a result, most children struggle to endure the pain.

If you can be recruited into the mountain gate, Feihuang Tengda is just around the corner, what can you be from this pain!

As time passed, He Long Ze found that eight or nine out of ten of the people who came to sign up were children around ten years old, and there were very few fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenagers like him, and he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, and wanted to hide back, but he was pushed by the crowd and came to the fat young man's table and waited behind the line.

"Next!" shouted the fat young man without raising his head.

He Long Ze hesitated, but was pushed by someone and stepped into the waiting line, so he could only come forward cheekily.

"Name?" came the fat young man's voice.

"And Long Ze. And Long Ze replied.

Suddenly, the fat young man glanced up at him, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he sneered, "Look at your poor and sour appearance, it doesn't look like a punishment and a family, it's Lao Tzu's heart." ”

And Long Ze was inexplicably said by the fat young man.

The fat young man lowered his head and picked up the pen, "Tsk, what's your name?"

"And the dragon, the harmony of the spirit, the dragon of the dragon son and the dragon grandson, the son of the dragon, the son of the mountain. He and Long Ze hurriedly registered again.

"Huh. The fat young man sneered twice, and while writing his name on the list, he sneered and said, "The lowly billet, with such a domineering name, is not afraid of recruiting people to beat him?"

He Long Ze suddenly frowned, and he was already scolding in his heart: "Dead dog fat man, Lao Tzu provoked you, if you catch it, you will scold Lao Tzu, and kill your ancestors for eighteen generations!"

The reason why he only dared to scold in his heart was that on this occasion, he was weak and should not cause trouble.

The second is that he had already known through the system that the cultivation of this dead dog fat man was much higher than him, and it was about the same level as the bone eroding killer he met yesterday, and it should be the Qi cultivation period in the cultivation realm of this world, and he was only in the body refining period, and there was no doubt that the egg would touch the stone when he caused trouble.

Therefore, he who fights on the earth is an old oil scum, of course, he knows how to judge the situation, and he also knows how to endure a knife on his head.

I couldn't bear it, and the knife immediately cut off my head.

If you endure it, the knife will not be cut down immediately.

As the saying goes, take a step back and open the sky.

There is another sentence, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years.

And Long Ze knows its essence well, and will also use the word forbearance as he likes.

At this time, after the fat young man finished recording his name, he immediately raised his fingers and gestured.

He Long Ze snorted in his heart and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't ......"

"What?" The fat young man immediately screamed in surprise, gritted his teeth and said, "Nothing, dare to come?"

He Long Ze said angrily: "I go to the mountain gate to do miscellaneous labor, and I also need to pay money?"

"Phew!"

The fat young man spat on the ground, and then glanced at Long Ze, "If there is a fart, let it go early, look...... Look at you as a handyman!" As he spoke, he crossed out the list from the table and took out another list, re-wrote it, and immediately threw him a black sign.

He Long Ze stretched out his hand to take the black card, but saw that there were no numbers on it, but he didn't ask any more questions, turned around and walked towards the second table.

"Hey, stop me!" the fat young man suddenly called.

He Long Ze hurriedly turned around, stared at the fat young man and asked, "What else is the matter?"

The fat young man was angry, and said angrily: "You are a person who enters the mountain gate to do miscellaneous labor, you don't need to take the test, just go and stay aside." ”

At this time, the people around him began to point at He Long Ze, to the effect that he didn't expect that a young man like him could not cultivate and go to study, but he wanted to go to the mountain gate to be the handyman who was driven by people.

He Long Ze didn't think so, and thought proudly in his heart: "We're fortune tellers!" Ignoring those voices, he turned around and stood aside.

But he didn't know that every time the fat young man's eyes swept over him, he would mutter: "Stupid boy, dare to show Lao Tzu a face, Lao Tzu will not kill you!"