Surrounded by mist and colorful glow, Zhong Linghui Xiu, a high-quality cave blessed land.

Bell –

The heavy, dull melodious sound of bells echoes through the mountains.

The golden sunlight shines through the clouds and mist, reaching the base of the mountain.

The mist parted on either side, the glow turned and closed, and a group of children dressed in different guises, accompanied by their elders, stood at the foot of the mountain, looking at the huge plaque that appeared in the morning light and the white stone steps leading to the top of the mountain.

Qingxiao Sect!

"The Jiazi period is coming! Today is the day when my Qingxiao Sect opens the mountain gate to accept immortals, and children under the age of fifteen and above ten years old can enter the mountain to worship the fairy gate and seek immortal fate. ”

The loud voice rang out in everyone's ears.

Under the expectant gaze of the elders, a large number of children rushed in and embarked on the road of seeking immortals.

...

Qingxiao Sect Main Peak, Wangtian Peak.

In the glow of the sun, majestic and magnificent quaint buildings stand on the top of the mountain.

Qianyuan Palace.

The hall carves beams and paints the building, the pearl and jade make the curtain, the white jade paves the ground, and the first huge Luan Wujin seat.

On the seat was an old man with a half-white beard and a white robe, who was the fourth-generation head of the Qingxiao Sect, "Qinglian Sword Song" Feng Yutian.

His eyes were deep and silent, and he looked faintly at the scene in the Hanging Realm.

Next to the first seat, 17 sandalwood hollow seats are placed in an arc.

The 17 peaks of the Qingxiao Sect, plus the main peak Wangtian Peak, have a total of 18 peaks, corresponding to 18 seats.

There were many monks in plain clothes and gray shirts standing in His Highness, all of whom focused on the assessment of the disciples in the suspended territory.

End of assessment.

Feng Yutian flicked his sleeves, and the Hanging Realm turned into dust and mist and dissipated in the main hall.

The monks, who had been talking softly, immediately stopped commenting and bowed their heads slightly to the side of the master.

"Senior brother in charge, the number of people who have passed all the assessments this time has increased compared with previous years, and those who have the qualifications to ascend to the immortal are even more so, which is the great luck of my Qingxiao Sect." It was an old man with a gray beard who spoke.

Feng Yutian bowed slightly, and his smile was self-evident.

"Bring them in."

As soon as the words fell, a disciple in the hall took the order and walked into the Qianyuan Hall with the young children who had passed the assessment.

A pair of eager, excited, longing, awe-inspiring, and apprehensive eyes carefully looked at the situation in the palace.

After all these children entered the main hall, a middle-aged monk under the Feng Yu Heavenly Throne walked to the center of the main hall, facing the group of children, and gently swept the dust in his hand.

"Now that you have passed the assessment of the mountain gate, the immortal fate is not shallow, and there will be elders or senior brothers and disciples in the hall today to accept you as apprentices.

You also have a chance to refuse, but if you refuse again after one time, it means that the fairy fate does not match, and someone will send you home. ”

The children below looked at each other.

Although they are young, it does not mean that they do not have brains.

An immortal chief wants to take them as apprentices and teach them the method of becoming immortals, will anyone really refuse?

Even if you refuse, aren't you afraid that you will be wearing small shoes in the mountain gate in the future?

After the middle-aged monk finished speaking, he bowed to the group and stepped aside.

"Brothers and sisters, you can choose for yourself."

A fairy with a hazy face stood up, glanced at the audience and said, "Senior brother in charge, Uncle Shi is here, let's start with Uncle Shi first." ”

Speaking of "Uncle Shi", the corners of Feng Yutian's mouth twitched, and his expression looked a little strange, and there were a few others present with the same expression as him.

"Ahem... Case... Uncle Changsheng, why don't you come first? ”

Everyone's eyes focused on a young monk dressed in plain white robes in the corner above the main hall.

Liu Changsheng.

I saw that his eyes were indifferent, his eyes wandered over these children, and his sword eyebrows frowned slightly.

stood up and bowed to the head of Feng Yutian.

"The head of the family nephew, then I will be disrespectful."

Hearing the nephew of the head of the family, Feng Yutian's eyes couldn't help twitching, and his heart was full of helplessness.

He has been in the Qingxiao Sect for more than 800 years, apprenticed to the previous head, cultivated diligently, coupled with outstanding talent, and finally took over the position of the head of the Qingxiao Sect three hundred years ago.

Who knows, three hundred years ago, his ancestor's junior disciple, that is, his uncle and ancestor "hated immortals", somehow went out to accept the last closed disciple.

It was Liu Changsheng who stood up from the chair at this moment.

Inexplicably, he was pressed by a descendant who was hundreds of years younger, and what really made him a little unable to control his expression was that Liu Changsheng was famous in the entire Qingxiao Sect for not accepting disciples, or in other words, not choosing disciples.

And the cultivation is not high, after more than 300 years of cultivation, he has not survived the heavenly tribulation and become an immortal, and his cultivation is the lowest here.

Every time Qingxiao Sect accepts disciples, he will definitely participate, but the eyes of this selected disciple... It's a bit special... It seems that the qualifications of these children are not discerned, and the luck is not good, and the worst is almost always chosen.

"Uncle Changsheng chooses it."

The children standing in the middle of the main hall heard that even the head of the house had to shout for their uncle, and they immediately understood that this young monk in white shirt was of high seniority.

They all showed their blazing eyes, hoping that they could be selected to lay a solid foundation for Chengxian Road.

Listen to the people's sermons.

"Immortality"!

This is a goal that many people have worked hard for hundreds of thousands of years to achieve, and the name of the people is "immortality", which shows the high level of self-confidence.

Noticing their gaze, several people sitting above slowly lowered their heads and supported their foreheads, and some pursed their mouths to prevent themselves from acting too gaffe.

Feng Yutian also tilted his head slightly, looked at the hanging beam on the other side, and silently counted how many holes there were.

For Liu Changsheng's apprentices, they are all relieved, very relieved!

So much so that every time an apprentice is accepted, the disciples who should be competing for it must be selected by Liu Changsheng before they are selected.

Because... He's famously taking the dross and keeping the essence!

There is also a saying among the disciples.

"Changsheng" is a waste product.

It's a private joke, but it's true.

Liu Changsheng didn't care about other people's expressions, his bright eyes looked at the children below, and he secretly sighed in his heart...

It's all geniuses...

It's a pity that genius is useless to himself.

I have to say that Qingxiao Sect, as a great immortal sect, although it only opened the mountain gate once to accept disciples, the qualifications of the disciples recruited each time were quite outstanding.

Especially after Feng Yutian became the leader, he worked hard, and the reputation of Qingxiao Sect grew stronger and stronger, and every time he came to seek immortal fate, there were more geniuses.

In the eyes of the sect, this is the blessing of the sect's luck, but Liu Changsheng feels that God is joking with him.

He obviously didn't want a genius.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he saw a little girl in a shabby coarse linen dress with messy hair and a dirty face in the corner of the crowd.

I saw her, with her head down, her hands kept rubbing the corners of Mai's old clothes, and occasionally looked at the people around her with the corner of her eye, with inferiority complex and apprehension in her eyes.

She knows that compared with others, she is not only like a beggar, but also far inferior in talent.

As a young girl, she had experienced many things that no one else had experienced, and her mind was greater than her age, and she knew that she had no advantages.

When Liu Changsheng saw the girl, he was overjoyed.

He jumped and turned into a streamer that swept across the temple and landed in front of the girl.

Looking at the man who suddenly appeared in front of her, looking handsome, dressed in white and plain robe, with a faint smile on his face, she was stunned.

"Little girl, what's your name?"

Being asked like this, the little girl was nervous, a little overwhelmed, her little hand grabbed the coarse linen clothes tighter, and said timidly: "My name is... My name is... Girl. ”

Girl?

Such a random name?

Liu Changsheng half-squatted down, looked directly at the nervous little girl, smiled more gently, and stretched out his white hand.

He's so gentle...

"Girl, are you willing to worship me as a teacher?"

Hearing this, the girl looked up in disbelief, her bright eyes like black pearls full of surprise and surprise.

I never imagined that this immortal chief, who was higher than the head of the family, actually chose himself, this "little beggar" and "little girl liar" in other people's mouths.

Without time to hesitate, her little hand wiped vigorously on her clothes, as if she wanted to wipe the dirt off her hands, but the force only made her feel a hot pain in her palm.

With tears in the corners of his eyes, he endured the pain, put his reddened little hand into Liu Changsheng's palm, and shouted timidly: "Master..."

"Good!"

Liu Changsheng laughed twice, and a breath gushed out, which made several people on the stage who were originally holding their expressions a little surprised.

Grabbing the girl's somewhat hot little hand, regardless of anything else, a white auspicious cloud rose under her feet, carrying the two of them, and flew directly towards the outside of the Qianyuan Palace, ignoring the different eyes behind her.

Stepping on the soft clouds for the first time and feeling the posture of the immortals, the little girl grabbed Liu Changsheng's clothes tightly.

After standing firmly, he found that he had accidentally left two black handprints on his white clothes.

Scared in his heart, he looked up at Liu Changsheng obliquely.

But Liu Changsheng didn't care about this, and patted the back of her head comfortingly.

An unreal light air floated out of the back of the girl's head.

Make a fist and grab the lightness.

Feeling the extra light breath in his hands, Liu Changchang exhaled a long breath, and his eyes were smeared with golden light.

"Finally got together five bad luck seeds, it's time to break the shackles, and the salted fish has turned over!"

When the girl saw the smile on his face, she didn't usher in the expected scolding, her heart trembled slightly, and her little face was slightly red.

Master is so handsome... So gentle...

He's a good guy!