Great Xia

The northern border of Xifu.

The year 823 of the summer calendar.

Wood Spirit City.

The early autumn morning fog drifted by, a straight beam of sunlight pierced down, and in the bustling city, the already busy street market seemed to be infused with a second life.

In the cold morning breeze of hunting, in the west of the market, there were many parents driving animal carts gathered into a black crowd, and the crowd looked at the building in front of them with bated breath, it was a heavy library pavilion, and many medicine servants were breathing cold air, standing in front of the pavilion, patrolling left and right.

Behind the closed patrol of the medicine servant, from behind the high-walled compound of the library pavilion, there was a burst of heated discussions like a bazaar, which attracted attention.

It seems that today is a very special day.

There are surprisingly many young and young people's figures gathered in the hall, at a glance, there are about hundreds of them, you push me, they are crowded, they are all twelve or thirteen years old, with a trace of seriousness and nervousness, although they are childish, but they have been cultivated rain or shine all year round, and they are already very heroic.

"Before the age of thirteen, the strength reaches the fourth level, you can enter the prefecture level, and you can participate in the tiger examination at the end of the two-year service system, and then get the second-class number, and it is not a problem to become a dual domain before the age of forty. ”

In the crowd, Tang Ling, a young man from the mountains and forests outside the city, patted his chest and said, his dark little face proud.

Beside Tang Ling, Miao You, who looked dark and thin, and was dressed in hunting clothes, looked depressed, and said: "There are at least one hundred and fifty people in Wood Spirit City who have reached the second level this year, and the prefecture level is hopeless for me, I only hope that I can squeeze into the mortal level today." ”

"Then if it is as strong as Tang Zhong, how should it be distributed?"

Several teenagers were heated again, and someone said with an affirmative expression: "Although Tang Zhong is the same age as us, his strength far surpasses that of us, if you want me to say, he doesn't need to take the tiger exam, and he can enter the prefecture-level number casually." ”

The crowd nodded enviously, Tang Ling licked his dry lips, and cast his gaze admiringly at the corner under the beams.

Only Miao You on the side did not agree, he pulled the corner of Tang Ling's clothes with an unnatural and hesitant face, and said to Tang Ling: "Brother Ling, he is not in the reserve with me, Tang Zhong... It's spiritual. ”

Ahem.

Tang Ling's thin chest coughed violently, his eyes shook to look at Tian You, and he exclaimed, "What did you say?!How do you know?"

Tian You looked left and right, and explained in a low voice: "My uncle works as a burner in the Tang family, and I happened to hear the adults of the Tang family say that the two young masters of the Tang family have no intention of going to the legion at all, because there is a spiritual-level opportunity that is coming, and they all attach great importance to it. ”

Hearing this, Tang Ling sighed lightly, his eyes became dull, he didn't expect that there would be a spirit level in the reserve this year.

What is Spirit?

For them at the public level or mortal level, the allure of the spirit level is not because of the abundance of resources, but because the spirit level does not need to rely on the cruel elimination of the upper position, in those sect monasteries in the capital, they can complete efficient cultivation, but those who covet this piece of fragrant gluttony are only a limited number of big clans in the city, even those chieftains outside the city who seem to have the highest status, or the big clans in the city that are slightly inconspicuous, although their eyes are hot, but they can only be helpless to extinguish.

Tang Ling and Tian You glanced at each other, their faces were a little gray... Children like them with no background, dressed in gray spiritual veins, can lift a bow at the age of twelve or thirteen, and can't even touch the fifth level of a single domain, and their life trajectory is destined not to have a handover with the spirit level.

After thinking about it for a while, Tang Ling's gaze looked vaguely and faintly at the cluster of big clan teenagers beside Tang Zhong.

Under the pillars, among the young men of the Nako clan, a blue-shirted young man lazily snorted.

"Ha~"

He leaned on the pillar of the hall boredly, glanced at his eyebrows, looked at the crowd and said: "This time, the source of the spirit level does not seem to be limited to our northern realm, and there is also some news from the Eastern Plains, brother, who will it be that you say has such an appetite?"

Tang Zhong stood aside, and when he heard the suspicious voice from his younger brother next to him, he just shook his head.

The so-called spirit level is initiated by a big force at least the four domain levels, and they screen excellent seeds through the jurisdiction network of the clan, and those who can enter the quota can be called one in a hundred, of course, the appetite of different four domain forces is not the same, and the size of the source of spirit level students generally depends on the size of the force.

The so-called prefecture level and mortal level are the regular quota selection of the army reserve, which is not as appalling as the spiritual level, but it is available every year, and after being selected, they will work hard in the army reserve with great competitive pressure, and the quality of resources depends on their achievements.

Tang Zhong was wearing a black robe, standing with his hands in his hands, his immature little face was extremely indifferent, he exuded a solid self-confidence, and his clear eyes were clean and only reflected the edge, which made people palpitate.

Tang Ming seemed to be accustomed to his brother's indifference, and spread his hands boringly, his eyes were a little cynical, and his posture of leaning on became more and more lazy.