Every three years later, the spring is the time when Lingxiao Palace recruits disciples, it is March, everything recovers, the grass grows and the warbler flies, the long stone steps on the way up the mountain are lined with tall snow trees, the white flowers are crowded on the branches one by one, the sun is bright and warm, shining on the petals, the breeze is coming, with a little coolness, and the petals are rolled up and flying. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A little girl in ragged clothes and barefoot stood at the bottom of the stone steps, looking at the stone steps that meandered up as if inserted into the clouds, her black eyes stared at the big, incredulously reached out to catch the snow flower petals flying in the air, the petals fell softly in the middle of her palm, the little girl's eyes burst out with a strange brilliance, the small mouth blew gently, and the petals drew a beautiful arc in the air and slowly fell.

Looking up at the clean and upright stone steps, the stone steps are paved with a layer of shallow snow flowers, blending with the blue sky and white clouds, she seems so small in this world, the small back is straight, the small hands are clenched into fists, looking around, there are constantly people walking towards the stone steps, the kind woman walks to the child in her hand carefully, the middle-aged man with a serious face and luxurious clothes is followed by four young boys and girls, all of them are Luo Yi Draped, gold and jade embellishment, eyes do not squint, very good-looking.

The little girl bit it, looked a little sad, and then she looked firm, and took the first step, she also wanted to learn from those rich and noble ladies like the good manners, but she was just a little village girl without a father and no mother, no Luo Qi, no pearl, not even a clean clothes, she came step by step from a small mountain village eight hundred miles away, eating weeds, eating tree roots, passing by a slightly better town when she could pick up some food outside the restaurant that others didn't want, when it rained heavily in the wilderness, she also curled up and cried, I thought I wouldn't be able to go to Lingxiao Palace. Walking step by step, she recalled, sad and sad, looking at the snow flowers on both sides of the stone steps and inexplicably happy, like falling into a sweet dream.

Lingxiao Palace really exists, before arriving here, the little girl was full of apprehension, she had never traveled such a long way, she didn't even know what Lingxiao Palace was going to do.

Next to her was a woman of thirty years old, dressed in a linen cloth, with many patches but also clean and neat, with long hair tied with straw ropes, holding a little boy in her hand, wearing a dark blue cloth coat that was half-new without patches, the clothes were a little big, but the little boy was still very happy, jumping all the way, the woman looked at the child with loving eyes, and smiled slightly, the little boy spoke to his mother as he walked: "Mother, mother, mother, when I am accepted as a disciple by the immortals, I will definitely cultivate hard and become an immortal, So that the mother can enjoy the blessings. The woman smiled even brighter when she heard this: "How can there be such a light thing, even if you can't become an immortal, you are still the heart and soul of your mother, as long as you grow up safely." The little boy was coquettish around his mother.

The little girl listened with envy, so she slowed down and walked away with them.

When I walked to the mountainside, the vision was wide, a large platform, lined up in many queues, long and invisible, the woman and the little boy picked a slightly less crowded line and began to line up, the little girl looked at it, and chose to line up behind them.

The woman was a little nervous, squatted down and looked at the little boy: "Ping'an, you heard my mother say that if you are really chosen by the immortals, my mother will no longer be able to follow you, my mother heard that the disciples of Lingxiao Palace will be more than three years or less than one year, and there will be a holiday, and my mother will always wait for you at home." The woman reached out and touched the top of the little boy's head, "Don't be afraid when you're alone, you're already a little adult, no matter what, your mother will always wait for you to come back." The woman could not help but hold the little boy tightly in her arms, and the little boy also reached out to hug the woman and comforted her: "Mother, I will be fine." I'll come back to see you. The woman smiled with satisfaction, got up again, and held the boy's hand tighter and tighter.

The front of the long line began to get shorter, and the back was still slowly getting longer, and the little girl finally saw the legendary immortal master, who was a middle-aged man, with a long beard, white crown and white shoes, white clothes and blue edges, and his eyes seemed to be empty, but he was all-encompassing. At the end of these many queues were the same immortals dressed in white, all holding wooden plates, as if testing something.

One by one, children walked in front of him, and the immortal master held a disk-shaped wooden object in his hand, which was wider than the immortal master's palm, and spread it on his hand, and the child slowly floated up, and then put his hand on the wooden plate. Those who had light stayed on the right, and those who did not have light were led down the mountain from the left side by the young immortals who were also dressed in white and white shoes, and the rules were strict and orderly.

The little girl was a little nervous and craned her neck to look at it.

Soon the little boy arrived, and the young immortal master asked the woman to retreat to the side of her left hand, and the woman looked at the little boy with worried eyes. The immortal master looked at the little boy with gentle eyes, and the little girl felt that her state of mind was gradually becoming calmer, and the young immortal master's voice was very gentle and pleasant: "Report your name." The little boy closed his eyes and replied, "Peace be upon him." Then he slowly floated, stretched out his hand, and put his little hand on the wooden plate.

The little girl looked intently at the wooden plate.

The center of the wooden plate emitted a burst of light, as if through Zhu Ping'an's little hand, the gentle red and gold colors were intertwined, and the middle-aged immortal master showed a gentle smile and said loudly: "Jia." The young immortal master took a pair of bamboo slips in his hand, stretched out his index finger and middle finger and two fingers to make a pen, as if he had written something on the bamboo slips.

Then he said: "I wish you peace, Golden Fire Twin Spirit Roots, pass." ”

The middle-aged woman's eyes were full of excitement, covering her mouth to prevent herself from crying, wishing her a safe and smooth landing, and was about to run to his mother, but his mother shook her head at him and asked him to go to the right.

Zhu Ping'an happily and aggrieved walked to the right of a group of children, there were already many children, some of them were dressed similarly to Zhu Ping'an, so they began to talk around him, Zhu Ping'an also quickly shifted his attention, and when he looked back, his mother was gone.

The little girl swallowed and touched her chest as if inadvertently, knowing that there was a rough wooden ring hanging there, and the inside of the ring was engraved with the word Lu.

"Little girl, report your name." The gentle voice of the immortal came.

The little girl bit her lip, and she felt that her whole body was fluttering. All the hustle and bustle around her was far away, she couldn't see anything, she couldn't hear anything, but her heart was steady, as if she was warmly embraced.

She has already "flew".

The little girl was very happy: "Lu Daoxian." ”

Cultivate well and become an immortal.