In the early morning, the sun rises in the east as usual, and the life of the people in the village is still as plain and harmonious as ever.

Since Xiang Yang woke up last night, there was less childishness in his eyes, and the others were no different from usual, but when the little friends around him asked him to go out to catch fish and dig birds' nests, they were all casually excused by Xiang Yang and pushed him out, and after a long time, they rarely came here to find Xiang Yang.

Like the time of water washing away everything in the world, washing away the childishness of the child, washing away the romance between young couples, and also entering the gray of the beard washing of the old wise men. The water of time continues to flow forward.

In the blink of an eye, there is only one month left before the five-year "soul measurement".

The various sects on this continent are lively, and the people in power of each sect are in a dilemma about who will send the spirit test. And the disciples under the sect are also secretly competing, all of them want to discover a malleable talent for their faction, so as to increase their own strength.

If you find a genius with a physique that is better than ordinary people and recommend it to the three major schools, then you may also take the opportunity to climb the high branches, so you are extremely enthusiastic.

And in the far east, the Guantian Pavilion, which has the absolute right to speak on this continent, is as usual, and they don't take this so-called spirit measuring meeting to heart.

A young man with long hair and a back and a scholar's scarf on his head, dressed in a snow-white robe pretending to be a scholar, was sitting in a pavilion at the foot of the mountain, holding a book of anecdotes, and his age was seventeen or eighteen.

The waterfall next to him collided with the boulder, but the splash scattered by the boulder stopped three feet beside him, and it seemed that it could not disturb the scholar's mind at all to study the scenery and human feelings of the mainland.

At this time, a slightly fat young man was galloping towards the pavilion at the foot of the mountain with a splash.

"Eighth junior brother, eighth junior brother, the master is urgently called. ”

The scholar lazily raised his eyelids and looked at the senior brother who came in an instant and stood up slowly.

"Third Senior Brother, the old man has already commanded, unless his old man dies, he will urgently call me, you come this time, do you want me to help you deal with the chores in the cabinet? I am indulging in strange things, you still don't come to disturb me. ”

Hearing this, the slightly chubby young man's eyes widened: "This time it is indeed the master's order, if you don't believe it, I have sworn with three gold threads on my cuffs,。。。 ”

Before he could finish speaking, the scholar began to wail.

"Master, a few of our senior brothers are still shallow in cultivation, and they will never be alone, but you want to leave us at this time, how can you let us face the uncles, uncles, brothers and sisters of Kunlun Mountain and Linghua Sect. ”

"Smack"

With a crisp sound, the scholar's towel was knocked to the ground by a slightly fat young man.

"Eighth Senior Brother, how can you make such a boring joke about the life and death of the old man, our Guantian Pavilion can stand in this human realm, ranking first among the three major sects, in addition to our own exercises, it also relies on the unpredictable means of the old man. Now that you have embroidered five golden threads on your sleeves, your words should be more self-respecting. Hey, the old man is used to you, so you are so open-mouthed that there is no big or small problem. ”

Hearing this, the scholar was not angry, and glanced at the five gold threads on the cuffs, a little proud. This is a symbol of the strength of the Guantian Pavilion, each more one means that your strength is one step closer, and it is often difficult to add it after the third one.

"Senior brother has taught me a lesson. ”

Pick up the scholar's towel that fell on the ground and bring it back on. Fly towards the Sky Tower, which represents the top combat power and power in the human world.

Flying downstairs, the two of them straightened their clothes, and walked towards the door, a full eighty-one steps, each floor was carved with several portraits, each representing the glory of the Guantian Pavilion.

After stepping through the eighty-one steps, there is a solemn hall in front of you, the disciples in front of the hall are lined up on both sides, with solemn expressions, seeing the two proud disciples of the master coming side by side, they hurriedly pinched the right hand and saluted the two.

Although the person who performed the salute was much older than these two in appearance, these two were the personal disciples of the old man, and they were not comparable to these registered disciples, not to mention the young talents who could embroider gold thread on the cuffs, and there were only a handful of them in the entire continent.

When the two of them saw the brothers saluting, they also smiled and nodded at them, which was regarded as a return gift.

Walking to the hall, I saw a middle-aged man standing proudly on top of this hall with his back on his back, but his not tall body seemed to fill the entire hall. The middle-aged man felt something, turned to look at the two disciples in front of him, his eyes were full of relief, and he smiled: "Little monkey, I am in the prime of life as a teacher, you curse me to return like this, is it because you have taken a fancy to my position as the pavilion master?"

The scholar didn't have much of a sense of panic, and bowed slightly: "Master, it's better for you to put away your spiritual sense on weekdays, and the senior brothers have finally whispered to you, what should you do if there is really a secret?" ”

"Hehe, you little monkey has been so big or small since he was a child, and he is still disrespectful. Chenghe, I have something to tell you, Senior Brother Xiaoyaohou, there is nothing for you here, you can go back. ”

Chenghe heard Shizun's order, and hurriedly bowed down and stepped back.

The middle-aged man looked at the retreating Cheng He and shook his head, his right hand waved a thin layer of enchantment to surround the two, his lips opened and closed, and the Xiaoyao Hou who was standing on the side nodded again and again, sometimes puzzled, sometimes showing a look of sudden realization.

Not long after that, a ray of light rose from the foot of the Guantian Pavilion Mountain, flying towards the far west, and the target was a certain young man who was perceived by the Ancestor.

The Six Realms may be about to change the sky.

In a remote village in the southwest.

In the early morning, the sky was just dawning, wisps of green smoke were rising from the chimneys of several families in Xiaozhai, and the Xiang couple also got up half an hour earlier than usual. The woman was filling the stove with chopped firewood, the man was busy on the stove, and Xiang Yang was sitting at the dining table obediently, his eyes were much more complicated than usual, and since he was awakened that night, it was difficult to see the childishness of a child on his face.

Today, it is the five-year "soul measurement" meeting, which is a turning point that changes the fate of a very small number of children in the human world.

Parents all over the world seem to be the same, whenever their children encounter changes on the road of life, they always get up early to prepare a delicious meal for them, as if they can get comfort in their hearts, which is about the simple love of parents.