When Lingyu returned to the small courtyard, Luo Yun had already returned, and when she saw her, she grabbed her: "Senior Sister Cheng, where have you been?" ”

"Me? Sign up! Lingyu smiled and asked, "Senior Brother Luo, seeing you like this, you got the puja token, right?" Luo Yun's expression was only anxious, not depressed, presumably just irritated by her late return.

Luo Yun smiled and let go of her: "Well, the people from the Zixiao Sword Sect said that I have passable qualifications, although I am not very suitable for sword cultivation, but for sword cultivation, the most important thing is perseverance, so let me go to the festival in three days." After answering, he asked nervously, "Senior Sister Cheng, what about you?" When I came out to ask, I learned that the Zixiao Sword Sect would not accept your registration. How so? I haven't heard that the Zixiao Sword Sect doesn't accept female disciples before! ”

"I went to Taibai Sect to sign up, and I have already passed guò." Lingyu said lightly, "Probably this is common sense, no one thought that we wouldn't know." ”

Luo Yun sighed: "Senior sister's qualifications for sword cultivation are much better than mine, and it's a pity that I can't enter the Zixiao Sword Sect." ”

"It's okay, the Taibai Sect also has a sword cultivation branch, the same." Since the Zixiao Sword Sect couldn't get in, it was useless to entangle, and Lingyu didn't think about it anymore.

So far, the trouble is that all her preparations in the past six months have been aimed at the Zixiao Sword Sect, and she doesn't know much about the Taibai Sect.

I have no choice but to take one step at a time.

When Fan Xianshu came back in the evening, he heard that Lingyu was rejected by the Zixiao Sword Sect, so he slapped his forehead: "It's all my fault, I didn't inquire clearly!" "Whether it was the Nether Realm where they lived before, or the Xingluo Sea Region, there had never been such a thing as not accepting female disciples, and he didn't expect it.

However, it doesn't matter anymore, what matters is the festival of the Taibai Sect that Lingyu will attend in three days.

"I've inquired." The next day, Fan Xianshu held a thick stack of dossiers and placed them on Lingyu's table, "Taibai Sect's puja." Compared with the Zixiao Sword Sect, it is light on strength and focused. This is the status of their pujas, and I have divided them into three categories......"

Lingyu took it, probably flipped through it, and put it down: "I know." ”

Fan Xianshu raised his eyebrows: "Don't you take a look?" ”

Lingyu shook her head: "There are so many, I'm afraid that the more I look at it, the more chaotic it becomes." It's better to go in peace of mind. Besides, even if the focus is different, they are all Taoist sects, and the difference will not be too big. ”

"Yes." Fan Xianshu thought about it and agreed with her. "Then you are free, I'll go out first."

Fan Xianshu left, and Lingyu looked at the files. Exhale, close your eyes, and meditate.

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Three days later, Lingyu and Luo Yun went to the General Affairs Hall together. Compared with the day when I signed up, there were about four or five thousand people gathered at the entrance of the general affairs hall, which was more than half less than that day.

The two waited outside the general hall for a while, and the door of the hall opened, and several monks with different descriptions walked out.

These foundation-building monks. There are men and women, old and young, the only thing that is the same. All of them are extraordinary and overwhelming.

Lingyu is not unseen in Feilian City, the entire Feilian City. There are 10,000 foundation building monks, and there are many who come and go in and out of the hall every day. However, these foundation-building monks of the major sects of Lingcang are different from them, and the majesty they show is something that the Xingluo Scattered cultivators do not have. The spotless dress and calm attitude really show their inner superiority.

The first to stand up was a slender girl, and as soon as she raised her hand, a square handkerchief flew out of her cuff and grew in size sharply.

It was the first time Lingyu had seen such a magical scene, which was no different from the immortal methods described in the mortal script. Presumably, this is the high-level spiritual weapon used by the foundation building monks?

Magic weapons, in the Cangming realm, are the collective name of spiritual weapons and magic weapons. Whether it is a spiritual weapon or a magic weapon, it is divided into three levels: low, medium and high, the former is used by monks who refine qi and build foundations, and the latter can only be used by monks above the knot dan. Because of the weakness of the true element, Qi refining cultivators can generally only use low-level spiritual weapons, and they can only control one piece. The foundation building monk is full of true energy, and can control multiple spiritual weapons at the same time, whether it is intermediate or high-level, he can use it freely.

Lingyu's natal spirit sword is separated from the sword, in essence, it is actually just a low-level spiritual weapon. After all, the level of nether refining weapons is very low, and it is already good to be able to use spiritual weapons, where can you still force the grade? Besides, even if a mid- or high-level spiritual weapon is refined, a Qi Refining Cultivator cannot use it.

Originally, according to common sense, after the monk builds the foundation or knots, he will change the magic weapon, but the situation of sword cultivation is special, and their swords are all with them for life once they recognize the master. Therefore, they will keep looking for suitable materials, raising swords and sword guards, and raising the grade of the natal spirit sword.

Just thinking about it, the girl had already raised her voice and spoke, obviously her voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the street: "Those who participate in the Xingtianmen Festival, please come up." ”

Xingtianmen? Lingyu was stunned for a moment, this girl looked delicate and weak, but she was actually from the Martial Cultivation Sect Punishment Heavenly Sect! It is really a human being who cannot be seen.

Then I saw that the crowd was surging, and Wu Xiu, who had signed up for the Xingtianmen, stood up.

Lingyu glanced at it, most of these martial cultivators are strong men with five big and three thick, that's right! As a martial artist, how can he be so delicate, isn't this deceiving the masses?

After waiting for a while, when no one came up, the girl raised her sleeves, and the square handkerchief carried two or three hundred monks, and flew into the air.

Next out of the queue was a calm and elegant middle-aged scribe, and the flying magic weapon he released was a giant brush: "Those who participate in the Senluo Hall Puja, come here." ”

Lingyu's eyes almost fell out again. Senluo Temple? Isn't this a sect of demon cultivators? Why is he such a decent scribe? Could it be that all the monks in the Cangming Realm are like this? Wu Xiu is delicate, and Mo Xiu is decent......

Fortunately, the third person who appeared saved her eyes, this is a gloomy monk, dressed in black, and the black qi on his body is revealed, which is very consistent with the usual characteristics of demon monks. Immediately after, he raised his hand and conjured up a coffin!

"Those who signed up for the Nether Sect, come here."

Lingyu touched her chin and said to herself: "Do you sleep in a coffin every day?" "Demon monk, what a special hobby!

Next to appear is a mother-in-law who looks seventy or eighty, her eyes are shining, and she is a powerful person at first glance: "Chixia Palace, let's go!" ”

A fairy deer, pulling a giant carriage, appeared in mid-air.

This time, there were many more monks than before. Xingtianmen was the least, there were only more than two hundred people, and the ones standing sparsely scattered, the Senluo Hall and the Netherworld Sect were twice as many, with five or six hundred people each, and the Chixia Palace was about seven or eight hundred, and it was finally squeezed into the carriage.

When the Chixia Palace left, a young man with a sword box on his back stood up, and with a wave of his fingers, a purple sword qi flew out of the sword box: "Those who participate in the Zixiao Sword Sect Festival, all come up." "The face is handsome, the cold air is cold, and with the light purple sword robe, it is really chic.

Lingyu looked envious, she also had the opportunity to be so chic, but unfortunately...... It's all to blame for the founding patriarch of the Zixiao Sword Sect, who actually doesn't accept female disciples!

"Senior Sister Cheng, I'll go first." Luo Yun tugged at her sleeve, "Be careful yourself." ”

"Senior Brother Luo, don't worry." Lingyu gave him a smile, "Take a good look, I can't enter the Zixiao Sword Sect, I hope you can fulfill this dream for me." ”

Luo Yun nodded vigorously, feeling that he had a heavy responsibility, took a deep breath, held his head high, and confidently stepped on that sword qi.

Lingyu sincerely hopes that his self-confidence can be maintained forever, although he is not suitable for sword cultivation, but, as the Zixiao Sword Sect said, as a sword cultivator, perseverance is more important, as long as he persists, he may not be able to become a powerful sword cultivator.

After the departure of the Zixiao Sword Sect, it was Fu Changchun who appeared, and the flying magic weapon he released was very ordinary, it was a flying boat: "Taibai Sect, come forward." ”

Lingyu stepped forward.

At the door of the main hall of the general affairs hall, there is only a young monk in a robe, an old man with a very strong spirit, presumably the former is Guanhui Temple, and the latter is Jiyi Sect. Lingyu turned her head and looked at Fu Changchun, who looked peaceful, and felt that she might have been right about what she said that day. This monk of the Extreme Intention Sect is a character with a powerful personality at first glance.

After a short time, everyone arrived, and Fu Changchun took more than a dozen Qi refining disciples, along with seven or eight hundred monks who participated in the festival, to take off the boat and take off into the air.

"Wow!" The girl's surprised voice came from her ear, "It turns out that Feilian City is so beautiful when you look at it from above." ”

Beside the girl, a young man said with a smile: "Feilian City prohibits flying on weekdays, if it weren't for this opportunity, I'm afraid we wouldn't have seen such a beautiful landscape for the rest of our lives." ”

"Well, we only have this once in a lifetime, we need to see enough!" The girl nodded again and again, looking at Feilian City under her feet with a fascinated expression, and sighed for its beauty, "Look, it turns out that the castle tower will reflect the sun, and it seems that it is all made of gold!" ”

Someone else said, "Only once in a lifetime? Not necessarily. When we achieve Jindan one day, Feilian City's air ban will be invalid for us, and we can see it as many times as we want. ”

Lingyu smiled when she heard this, looked down, and saw Feilian City below, magnificent and magnificent, and the jade color was dazzling.

She sighed softly, Feilian City is beautiful, but in it, she has never been able to fit in. Perhaps, she is more suitable for the sect, right?

Thinking like this, she looked up into the distance, and the flying boat flew slowly, and after a short time, it left Feilian Island. Looking from the air, the blue sea is calm and leisurely, the golden sun is swaying all over the sky, warm and peaceful, and countless islands of all sizes are scattered and scattered. Blue sea, white sand, golden sun, green islands...... A qiē is beautiful and leisurely, like a fairyland.

She faced the sea breeze and felt her sleeves hunting and flying in the wind. This is Feilian Island, this is the Xingluo Sea, this is the Cangming Realm, this is the fairyland she dreams of, she will be here, step by step, to see if there is really such a world at the end of the fairy road, the fairy world that moves mountains and seas, and raises her hands.

PS: Modified later