In the evening, the three hundred miles of Taichang Lake, sparkling, endless, a little white sail in the distance on the lake, that is the fishing boat returning from fishing, everything seems very peaceful and peaceful.

The lake, the mountains, the white sails, the fishing boats, the pavilions, the pavilions, the pine waves, and the white cranes that fly from time to time between the pine forests, and all kinds of birds with brilliant feathers, all this constitutes a picture of extreme beauty, as if the fairyland in the sky has moved to the world.

"The lake and autumn moon are harmonious, and the surface of the lake has no goggles and is not polished. Looking at the mountains and rivers of Taichang in the distance, there is a snail in the silver plate. ”

Several scholars and scribes wore swords at their waists and walked step by step on the stone steps of the mountain with two girls.

One of the middle-aged scribes looked at the beautiful scenery in the lake, shook his head and squeezed out a sour poem.

"Brother Mu Nan is really good at writing, when it comes to writing poems and lyrics, I can't get this from rough people."

Another thin man smiled.

"Where, it's just an occasional masterpiece, by chance, by chance!"

The middle-aged scribe said modestly.

Several people praised this Mu Nan, and even the two women who looked a little bit good did not hesitate to praise.

The group walked along the path by the lake, and disappeared in a trance.

Stone pavilion by the lake.

In the open space far from the lake, there is a pavilion built for people to rest, and the stone table in the pavilion is leaning on the stone, and at this time, two people are sitting at a stone table.

One of the women had nothing on her body, her long black hair was tied in a ponytail and tied behind her at will, her face was not beautiful, and even a little immature, but her temperament was extremely deep, and her eyes were calm and deep, like the bottomless abyss of the sea.

The other person was a man, dressed in green clothes, holding a folding fan, and he looked graceful, but from time to time when he looked at the big lailai of those wandering chivalrous women by the lake, his face was uncontrollably obscene.

These two people are naturally Lin Xin and Tie Wanjun after crossing several counties in one go.

The Great Dry of this world is much larger than the area of Huaxia on the first earth, and even though Fuquan Town is close to the territory of the Great Luo Sect, it still took five days for the two of them to arrive at the Dachang Lake, where the Great Luo Sect is located.

After a period of exploration, the two had figured out when the Da Luo Sect would recruit disciples.

"Hero, if you want to worship the Daluo faction, you only have the opportunity of the Panhuang Festival, in this regard, the little brother can only wish the hero success and smooth sailing."

There are restrictions on the recruitment of disciples on the Panhuang Festival, and everyone under the age of twenty, as long as they have the qualifications and perseverance, will have the opportunity to join the Daluo faction.

Lin Xin's body is only thirteen now. Naturally eligible.

And although Tie Wanjun looks young, he is a father, and he is in his thirties and nearly forty years old, and it is simply wishful thinking to enter the Daluo Sect as a disciple.

"I remember that every disciple of the Da Luo Sect can bring a miscellaneous one...."

As he spoke, Lin Xin looked Tie Wanjun up and down carefully, and touched his chin, it really looked like a miscellaneous.

"I think you're good, I'll take you into the Daluo Sect then."

Tie Wanjun didn't mention it with a bitter face, found a hotel to rest for the night, and the next morning, the two went to Xiaojing Town, the venue of the Panhuang Festival, and quickly got on the main road in that direction.

Along the main road, Lin Xin, who was sparse, also saw a lot of people, all of whom were teenagers and girls like her, rushing towards Xiaojing Town.

In addition, there are some ox carts pulling many boys, and it seems that they also want to join the Da Luo faction.

Lin Xin learned from Tie Wanjun that although the Daluo faction is not as good as those holy lands, it is also one of the best factions in the territory of Daqian, just like the Wuyue Sword Sect in the Xiaoao Jianghu, its strength is not as good as Shaolin Wudang, but its reputation is more resounding.

Because of this, the people who want to worship the Daluo faction every year are like carp crossing the river.

Little Mirror.

Dachang Lake ripples out the sunlight layer by layer, refracting in the sky above Xiaojing Town, and the colorful glow is glowing.

At this time, in front of a square courtyard in the town, a circle of tables and chairs was being arranged, and a group of men and women with swords and swords were sitting behind the tables and chairs, registering the many students who had lined up to sign up.

The queue is long and long, and it has been folded several times, and the huge streets and alleys here are crowded.

Some of them in the queue are middle-aged people with children, some are men and women dressed up in strong clothes, and some wealthy families squeeze in with guards, as if they participated in the registration.

"Huh! Miss Lin, we meet again. ”

At the back of one of the teams, a young man in a gorgeous costume who was guarded greeted the girl in white not far in front of him.

The girl in white was expressionless, glanced at him lightly, and did not reply.

However, the young man next to the girl shook the folding fan in his hand and looked at it with interest, looking like he was watching the excitement.

"Miss Lin, when did you arrive, near this small mirror town, I am not an ordinary acquaintance. When I'm done, I'll take you around. ”

The young man looked to be twelve or thirteen years old, and he had just been separated from Zhengtai for a long time, and he was still a little kid.

This person's surname is Luo, his name is successful, although his name is rustic, but his strength is a veritable martial arts level, surpassing the nine out of nine people who sign up here, and he is by no means a talented person who can say it, and he doesn't know what the background is.

The girl Lin he called in his mouth was Lin Xin.

Coincidentally, they all came to worship the Da Luo faction, and the two met at the second county hotel where Lin Xin left Fuquan Town, and then several cities have been living in the same hotel.