The group walked with sighs and sighs, except for the south wind, who walked at the end of the line, yawning for days, and slept too late last night to never sleep enough. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"This hat is like cow, why are you still wearing it?" South Wind ripped off the hat of the handyman in front of him.

"Don't make a fuss," the handyman turned around and snatched his hat back on, "after we lose the election, we will have to move tables, chairs and benches, and we won't have to run again." ”

"Nanfeng, how did you get so relaxed, did you secretly look for Master Tiancheng, and got the news but didn't tell us?" Kong Yiming asked.

Nanfeng yawned, "Nonsense. ”

"Don't admit it yet, they have all seen it, some time ago you were talking to Master Tiancheng at the foot of the mountain. Kong Yiming pouted and said.

"He asked me if Lingyanzi had come to provoke me again. "The south wind is casually perfunctory.

"Why does Master Tiancheng care so much about you?" Kong Yiming asked suspiciously.

"If the Lingyanzi hits you, he will care about you. Nanfeng said.

"No," Kong Yiming shook his head again and again, "You must have secretly bribed him and made friends with him." ”

Everyone gets along with Nanfeng day and night, he likes to entertain, and everyone knows that he likes to give gifts, Kong Yiming said, everyone responded and asked Nanfeng to share three questions.

"I really don't know, if I know the three problems, it is Ah Huang's. "The south wind swears.

Ah Huang is the watchdog of the secular palace, and when he said this, everyone believed it, but he was big-hearted and didn't care whether he entered or not.

At three o'clock, everyone came to the bottom of the mountain, although there was still half an hour before the start of the ceremony, the mountain was already crowded with people, and those who accompanied the students were driven outside the mountain gate, and a large number of reference students gathered in the square, crowded with people, rubbing shoulders.

The Taoist of the Yigan Richa Hall maintained order in the field, and the Zhike Taoist led some volunteers from the Xiahe Hall to distribute number plates to the reference students. Due to the large number of people, the square is extremely noisy, that is, standing opposite, and speaking must be loud to be heard.

Rekiko in the crowd found everyone, squeezed over from a distance, and distributed the wooden cards in his hands to everyone, "Why did you come?!"

"Isn't there still half an hour? Nanfeng took the wooden plaque handed over by Lingxizi, the wooden plaque was the size of a palm, rectangular, engraved with Yin and Yang Taiji on the front, and a string of words engraved on the back.

Just as Nanfeng looked down at the text, Kong Yiming asked, "Dao Chief, why is our number plate different from others?"

"There are too many students, there are not enough number plates, these are temporary seals, take the number plates, and stand in line. Reikiko squeezed east.

When he arrived at Nanfeng's side, Ling Xizi pulled Nanfeng, who was looking down at the words, and glanced at him.

There were a lot of people, and it was inconvenient for Nanfeng to speak, so he could only smile at Ling Xizi.

"South wind, the number plate is changed to me. Kong Yiming stretched out his hand and asked.

"I won't give it to you, are you going to beat me?" Nanfeng glanced at Kong Yiming.

Kong Yiming saw that Nanfeng's tone was not good, and hurriedly softened, "How dare I beat you, you beat me that day, you see this scar on my head, you hit it with a bench, if you really didn't look for someone to make friends in private, just change the number plate to me." ”

"It's useless. Nanfeng glanced at Kong Yiming and handed over the wooden card.

Kong Yiming thanked him repeatedly, changed the wooden card, and held it in his hand nervously.

Nanfeng was very dissatisfied with Kong Yiming's move, but he didn't blame Kong Yiming, Kong Yiming's family was poor, and whether he could enter the mountain gate directly determined his future and the fate of his family, and he didn't blame him for being so nervous.

After looking at the number plate in his hand, Nanfeng frowned secretly, 'Ten thousand Wu and three hundred wanton pickers', more than 15,000 people, no wonder the number plate is not enough.

With so many people that there was almost no place to stand, the miscellaneous servants of the Lay Hall and the Taoist priests of the Lower Hall began to demolish the wooden houses on the east and west sides of the square to make room for the students to enter.

There are men and women who enter the examination, men account for seventy percent, women are less, and most of the men who want to worship the mountain gate are poor, mostly to learn martial arts and seek a future. And the women who want to enter the Tao are mostly rich daughters, they enter the Tao in order to accept the influence of the Taoist atmosphere, and develop a calm and elegant bearing.

In fact, the motives of these people who entered the Tao are not pure, and the Taiqing Sect also knows that these people are not entering the Tao to reach the heavens and enlighten the Tao and help the world and save the suffering, so even if these people are selected, they are just ordinary disciples, and they can only confer the Dadong Master at the most, and they cannot access the top mystical spells.

This practice of Taiqing Sect not only connects with the world, but also maintains the arrogance and purity of Taoism, thousands of years of inheritance, all the rules have been scrutinized countless times, detailed and thorough.

Even if the wooden houses on both sides were demolished, the field still looked extremely crowded, and the Zhikedao people could only lead people to continue to drive those living servants and their families outward, these people blocked the road into the mountain, and the officials sent by the imperial court to watch the ceremony were blocked out, so they could only abandon the sedan chair and squeeze in from the crowd, one by one, the official uniforms were not neat, and the official hats were crooked.

The time is approaching, the Taiqing Sect outside the branch of the sect began to enter, their seats were originally set on the left and right sides of the head of the Dharma platform, due to too many students, the original set up chairs were replaced with benches yesterday, today there is no bench anymore, can only stand.

Even when they were standing, they were much better than the students in the square, at least they didn't have to be crowded.

Afterwards, a group of Lile Taoist people entered the Lile Palace, and these people were half male and half female, carrying various Taoist musical instruments, and lived separately on the left and right of the Dharma platform.

Today is an important occasion, everyone is wearing a solemn robe, the purple qi real person wears a big purple robe, the double sleeve tattooed dragon, the front chest Tai Chi, the back gossip, the hand holding the green silk dust.

Tianchengzi and the other two are disciples of the Zhangjiao, although they have not advanced to the purple qi of the mountain, they also have to ascend to the Dharma platform, they are wearing dark blue robes, with tiger tattoos on their sleeves, Yin and Yang Taiji are no different from purple robes, and they also hold Ruyi dust.

Ziqi real person took the stage, sat down in the opposite eight-figure, Nanfeng watched from a distance, secretly slandered the previous head of the sect and accepted too many disciples, just the personal disciples received dozens of them, so many people gathered together, no one is good at stubble, and it is strange if there is no infighting.

But after thinking about it, the Taiqing Sect is so big, it is not possible to accept fewer disciples in person, and when it comes to teaching ordinary disciples, there will be not enough people, just like that, a purple qi real person has to teach more than a hundred apprentices on average, which is not easy.

"Eh, who are those two old Taoist priests sitting in front?" Nanfeng touched Kong Yiming beside him.

"I don't know. Kong Yiming shook his head and said.

Cao Meng has lived in the mountain for seven or eight years and has seen a lot of things, "That's the Xuanqing Zhenren and the Xuanjing Zhenren, and Taiqing Mountain belongs to them with the highest seniority." ”

Nanfeng heard the words and stared into the distance, the two old Taoists were over eighty years old, their beards were white, and they lowered their eyebrows and closed their eyes after sitting on the stage, without expression.

The hour was coming soon, and a Taoist priest of the Richa Hall wanted to stop the commotion of the crowd, and even shouted to be quiet, but he did not calm down for a long time.

Seeing that the time was about to come, an earth-shattering roar came from the Dharma platform, "Silence!"

This silence was not only deafening, but also shocking, and there were no less than dozens of people who fainted in response to the sound of the students, and after the roar, the field was silent.

Nanfeng looked fixedly, and saw that it was not someone else who spoke, it was the short Tianqizi.

Tianqizi calmed the scene and sat down again, and the real people around him were startled by him, frowning and squinting at the dissatisfied, but the two old Taoists sitting in front of him were silent.

After the audience quieted down, a purple qi veteran got up from his seat, looked around the audience, and said loudly, "Ensemble Nine Heavens Cloud Sound, please teach the real person ......"