Yongcheng Village is like a world without fighting, and the people who live in the village go about their own things and rarely interact with each other.

After Wang San settled down, except for occasionally going out to pick some wild fruits and vegetables and other food, he also hid in the house all day long, and rarely went outside to hang out.

"What a strange boy."

In the distance, at the foot of the cloud-filled Qingcheng Mountain, the young man surnamed Liu slowly opened his eyes, muttered two words in a low voice, and closed his eyes again.

Since bringing Wang San to Yongcheng Village, the young man surnamed Liu has actually been hiding at the foot of the mountain, watching Wang San's every move all the time.

However, after a few days, Wang Sanyi's behavior was normal and did not show any difference, which made the young man surnamed Liu feel even more abnormal.

Because Yongcheng Village is like a pre-selected arena, everyone who can come here feels lucky, and everyone is unwilling to let go of any time to practice, waiting for the door of that desirable fairyland to step on in the future.

So it's a very normal thing for others not to come out and walk around, but Wang San's spiritual roots in his body are inferior, he has no material for cultivating immortals, and he doesn't know how to practice at all, but just like those who have been taught the basic exercises by the Qingcheng faction, they stay at home all day, which has to make people feel strange.

And such days lasted for more than three months, until the Qingcheng Sect newcomer disciple entrance test was approaching, and those who were closed came out, and it was completely over.

Hiding at the foot of the mountain, the young man surnamed Liu kept staring at the Yongcheng Village, always sitting cross-legged, slowly stood up, a trace of inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said to himself: "Hmph! As is customary, before the introductory test, the people in the village have a good discussion with each other, and I don't believe you can keep your composure. ”

The Qingcheng School Tantra will only recruit new disciples once every ten years, and before the recruitment, the monks in the sect will look for mortals with spiritual roots everywhere, and bring them back to the surrounding villages to live, teach them some techniques of breathing, and when the recruitment time comes, they will be selected among these people, as for the selection criteria, all are customized by the Qingcheng School Tantra, and there is no zài competition campaign, so before the test, the people in each village will learn from each other, in order to find out their own shortcomings, seize the time to make up for it, and meet the qualified standards.

Wang San's appearance was originally an outside, and the young man surnamed Liu didn't tell him about it, purely out of curiosity, he threw him in Yongcheng Village, and Wang San himself was happy to be leisurely, and in the days when there was no strife, he solemnly thought about his relationship with the dream, and the path he should take in the future.

At the moment when he saw the young man surnamed Liu, Wang San had already come to a conclusion in his heart after repeated thinking, thinking that it should not be a dream, but a life journey he was going through.

As for why after returning to reality, every qiē became like a dream, Wang San spent a long time thinking about it, and felt that it should be affected by the anti-heaven level spell, so that he would return to the www.biquge.info of Biqu Pavilion and choose a different life again.

And his deliberate avoidance and alteration of dreams was the reason why he came to the Qingcheng sect of tantra.

In the dream, Wang San's every step was arranged by Hongjun and others, and this time, he seemed to be really in control of his own destiny, and what path he should take was all determined and influenced by himself.

Maybe when he found Jack, Wang San chose to call the police, and he wouldn't have come here, or maybe after coming to the Qingcheng faction, he chose to tell Qingfeng the whole thing, and he wouldn't have come to this unknown Sumeru space.

But this qiē is his choice, and now he has come to this magical world again, whether to continue to cultivate and be an extraordinary person, or continue to be an ordinary waste collector, Wang San has always considered.

Until today, the noisy sound outside woke Wang San from his contemplation, Immortal Dao, Wang San had already experienced once, from an extremely high place, suddenly returned to the starting point, he silently watched the discussion of everyone.

The people of Yongcheng Village seem to rarely meet, but now they suddenly come together, and everyone is getting acquainted with each other.

In a square in the middle of the village, a large group of people gathered in a circle and volunteered to go to the middle to learn from each other, while the others watched intently, analyzing each other's strengths and weaknesses in their hearts, in order to make up for their own shortcomings.

It was a very friendly exchange, but everyone who watched had to come forward to perform and compete, otherwise it would attract hostile eyes from everyone, and the consequences would be self-evident.

Wang San didn't know these rules, and when he saw everyone gathered around, he thought it was some kind of collective activity, so he leaned over and looked lively.

"Huh! This brother looks so good-looking, in Xia Huangyu, nicknamed Little Yellow Fish, I don't know what to call my brother? ”

As soon as Wang San approached, a young man with a thin figure and big eyebrows and big eyes greeted him, and introduced himself and greeted him.

Out of politeness, Wang San immediately returned the salute and said, "The next surname is Wang, and the first name is three." It is true that I have just come here, and I hope that the Huang Yu brothers will take care of it in the future. ”

"Okay, no problem, Third Brother Wang can just call me Little Yellow Croaker in the future, everyone calls me that, it sounds smooth."

Huang Yu has an extremely cheerful personality, and when he saw Wang San, he had no intention of being angry, and without saying a word, he called Wang San a brother and brother, and introduced him to the rest of the people.

Here, Wang San really felt the harmony between people, there was no contradiction between each other, and he never realized that knowing and making friends could be done in an instant, because everyone had a common goal, which was to pass the guò test and worship the Qingcheng School Tantra.

However, Huang Yu and the others didn't know that Wang San had not yet thought about the next path, let alone participating in the Qingcheng faction test.

In the middle of the square, a man and a woman staggered their swords, moving and jumping, swords coming and going, and the fight was inextricable, not causing bursts of applause from the people around them.

When Wang Sanzheng was fascinated, Huang Yu on the side suddenly said to him: "Brother Wang, what are you best at?" If you're good at martial arts, why don't you two talk about it later? ”

"Me?" Wang San suddenly showed an embarrassed expression and said, "This dancing knife and gun will not be able to do anything in the next place, Brother Huang should find someone else." ”

"Oh, according to Brother Wang's meaning, his specialty is to be proficient in writing and ink, that's just right, when Ma accompanies you to learn a thing or two."

Seeing a young man dressed as a scholar standing up, Wang Sanlao's face turned red, thinking that he hadn't even graduated from junior high school, and he was learning from literature and ink, wouldn't that be embarrassing? So he hurriedly refused: "Wang is a shallow learner, and Wenmo doesn't dare to be ugly, I'm embarrassed." ”

Continuously rejected the civil and military competition, and the people around him who heard it all turned back and cast a surprised look at Wang San, because in addition to these two types of competitions, there is also a kind of competition talent ability, this kind of talent is the best in everyone's minds, and they will also refuse the invitation of civil and military competitions like Wang San. (To be continued.) )