After returning to Zihua Palace, Qi Xia used the Mercy Heaven Holy Light to help Jiang Ming recover his soul power, and he felt a little weak in physical strength, and Jiang Ming knew that in the past two days, Qi Xia had spent too much spiritual power to heal the disciples of each palace, so he personally sent the little girl back to the house to sleep.

At night, the Xifu begonia in Zihua Palace, which had been open for more than half a year, fell to the ground sprinkled. Jiang Ming felt a little occupying the road, and felt distressed when he stepped on it, so he picked up a broom made of reeds and swept the flowers to both sides of the stone steps.

The occasional evening breeze blew away the dark clouds that hazy the moon. The bright moonlight generously filled the courtyard for a while. The boy looked at the bright moon in the sky, and an emotion called loneliness slyly occupied the boy's heart. He couldn't help but think about his parents, whom he had never met. For so many years, except for the master, the master, and Qixia, he has always been alone.

"Jiang Ming!" An old familiar voice sounded slowly.

The boy turned around and saw the master in a smoky gray robe slowly trying to walk by himself. He bowed slightly, folded his hands and saluted, and then whispered, "Master, you are here." ”

"Hmm!" Yin Lingzi gently straightened the corners of his clothes, and then sat on the rattan chair under the begonia tree. Looking up slightly, I saw the branches without begonias competing for beauty, and I was a little lonely. So, he raised his arm slightly and shook it slightly. In an instant, a faint white light with a little starlight bloomed on the branches. At that moment, Jiang Ming seemed to see the rejuvenation of the earth. The originally lonely branches gave birth to many tender shoots in an instant, from goose yellow dots to green leaves in the blink of an eye.

"Sit down!"

Jiang Ming hesitated for a moment and sat down. Looking at the master's calm appearance, I didn't know where to speak.

"Do you know that force exists?"

Jiang Ming bit his lower lip, not knowing how to answer. After a short struggle, he nodded.

Yin Lingzi knew that paper could not keep the fire after all, and even if the secret was buried deep in the soil, it would one day be under the sky and everyone would know it. He knew all this, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

It's been a thousand years, and in the blink of an eye, it's been so long. The quiet baby in the lotus flower is now so big.

"Are you afraid?"

Why be afraid? Jiang Ming didn't know why the master asked him this. Is it because the force is too much? But he felt that the power would always save his life when he was in deep danger.

"Don't be afraid."

"Jiang Ming, do you remember what the master told you about the purpose of cultivation?" Although Yin Lingzi had already foreseen what would happen in the near future, he still had no way to tell Jiang Ming everything about the source of all evil. That force that destroys the world is the ultimate existence. In a way, it represents supreme power, status. If the child in front of him does not have the ability to resist his inner desires, then one day, he will become a puppet of the root of all evil.

Memories spread out in front of Jiang Ming's eyes, and when he was babbling, the master took him to the Xingchen Pavilion in Zihua Palace for the first time to study. At that time, the master told himself earnestly: "Fate, desire is the most primitive struggle in people's hearts." People in the world are because they have become otherworldly, or they are greedy and arrogant. This is all caused by their desire to be tired. The purpose of our practice is not to become desireless. It's about knowing how to put it away freely. At that time, Jiang Ming didn't understand the meaning of the master's words, but he understood it ignorantly.

For sixteen years, he continued to ponder the meaning, but after all, he felt a little shallow.

"For oneself, in order not to enslave one's desires; As far as the country is concerned, in order to let the people live and work in peace and contentment; As far as the world is concerned, it is to allow living beings to recuperate. Jiang Ming tried to reply.

Yin Lingzi chuckled, there was nothing wrong with this answer, but it was too conservative and rigid, and it was not much different from what was said in the ancient books. "Do you really get it?"

Jiang Ming looked at the master's inexplicable smile and shook his head. "Master, perhaps, shouldn't I have killed Xuan Ying Yu today?"

Yin Lingzi stretched out his hand to help the poor Jiang Ming's frowning brows, as well as slightly sad eyes. "Kid, one day, you'll understand! Go back and rest. ”

Watching the master disappear into the night, the old body, and the majestic figure on the ground, will be thoughtful. The master's words lingered in Jiang Ming's heart for a long time.

The next day, the morning sun was born, and the red body turned the clouds on the horizon.

The first test of the Four Palaces was over, and the disciples of the Four Palaces gathered in Fengtian Square, waiting for the announcement of the promotion list.

When the bell rang in the sky, the elders of the four palaces rode their respective mounts from the Ten Mile Tea Spring, and it seemed that the four elders should have been drinking tea together not long ago.

Jiang Ming changed into a dark dragon pattern thorn gauze robe, which has a different taste than the usual white. After Jiang Ming arrived at the Temple of Heaven, everyone shouted in unison: "Daizong! "The voice of its Chinese Xiu Palace was the loudest, presumably two disciples of Wen Xiu Palace, who spread what happened in the Xuantian Pool that day.

Jiang Ming nodded politely, and released the ink list of the first test of the Four Halls in the air. The golden background floats in the air, and the small inky letters are clearly visible on the top of the list.

The top sixteen in the Four Halls Examination, based on how much the Xuanying Beast has dabbled in, will be eligible to enter the second round of the competition. Each of the four houses has four disciples entering the top sixteen. Liu Wuyan and He Mu, who had happened to encounter Xuan Ying Youyu before, also successfully entered the second round of competition with the results of fourteenth and sixteenth respectively.

The top three on the ink list are: Mu Shenghua of Fuhua Palace, Jiang Liu of Xingyue Palace, and Changyang of Hongchen Palace. Among them, Mu Shenghua of the Fuhua Palace, a female streamer, won the first place with thirty-six Xuanying Beasts, which amazed everyone.

"In the second round of the competition, we mainly tested everyone's flexibility in the integration of exercises. We use a lottery system, with the loser dropping out and the winner moving on to the third round. The competition was set up in the competition field at the foot of Tongyao Mountain, and five days later, the competition began at the end of the day. Can you have any objections? Jiang Ming said slowly, and then looked at the Qionghua disciples who entered the next round of competition, and the ones he was optimistic about were all there.

"Nope."

"Then ask the disciples of each palace to go back to the palace to prepare. The results of the draw will be sent to you one day later. ”

After everyone dispersed, Jiang Ming stopped He Mu and Liu Wuyan, who were about to leave, and took them to the back mountain of Tongyao Mountain, where they usually practiced.

"Daizong? I don't know what you're looking for me? He Mu held back all the way, but decided to ask first.

Jiang Ming first looked at Liu Wuyan's wound and confirmed that he was recovering well. Cai asked with a solemn expression: "What happened in the Xuantian Pond that day?" Why did you two clash with that 10,000-year-old Mystical Beast? ”

He Mu and Liu Wuyan glanced at each other, and then said, "The two of us were originally chasing a mid-level Xuanshen beast that day. But by chance, he entered the dense forest of Turtle Mountain, where the jungle is surrounded and it is easy to get lost. We were going to give up, but at that time, we were attacked by the cold arrows of the Dark Devil, so we had to hide in the forest. When the two of us found ourselves spinning in place, we saw a mysterious beast sleeping in the mountains, and I recognized the giant beast as the mysterious feather. At this time, a dark demon cold arrow that attacked from behind shot the Xuan Ying Yu Yu. And someone blew the dementor flute in the forest, which caused the rampaging of the Xuanyin Beast. ”

Jiang Ming listened carefully to He Mu's narration, and already had the answer in his heart. After He and Liu left without words, Jiang Ming looked at the water in a pool, and the waves were rising, and he still felt that he needed to go to Xuantian Pool again to see if there were any clues left.