On the second day, the sun was shining brightly and there were no clouds. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

According to Qi Le's arrangement, Sun Ashi and Bei Xiaobei went down the mountain early in the morning, stood by the archway as a guest, and beckoned the monks from all walks of life who came to participate in the sect celebration and entry selection, and brought them up the mountain later.

At this time, it was still early, but some monks arrived one after another, and gathered together with the scattered monks who had arrived last night, in groups of three or five, calling friends, waiting for the auspicious time to arrive, and followed the two up the mountain.

At this time, a one-armed cultivator had just arrived, and after looking around for a long time, he finally found two familiar faces, and immediately stepped forward to say hello.

These two people were newly acquainted by him when he was competing in the sect of Lingtai Town, the one dressed in black, with a simple and honest face, as his name suggests, called Wang Laoshi, and the other tall one is called Kang Lao Liu, a bit snobbish.

"Mo Zuo, I'm finally here, I'll wait for you for a long time."

"Yes, Lao Wang, hurry up, it looks like it hasn't started yet?"

Wang honestly and enthusiastically greeted the one-armed Sanxiu, and Kang Lao Liu just nodded his head, looking like he was not approaching, he was looking left and right, as if he was looking for someone.

The one-armed monk Mo Zuo laughed secretly in his heart, this Kang Lao Liu spent a lot of spiritual sand to buy Elder Wu of the Yuqing Sect before, and was waiting to go to take refuge after being promoted to the second grade, and he seemed to be a disciple of the Yuqing Sect when he was in the big competition, but he suddenly killed a Supreme Bodhi Sect, and even the head of the sect Guo Tingtao was killed, and he retreated again, and wanted to go to Elder Wu to discuss and return to the spiritual sand, but he was scolded instead, but he didn't expect that this time the Supreme Bodhi Sect recruited loose cultivators, and he also followed.

This little gossip is what Wang honestly told him during dinner, Lao Wang is different from the scheming Kang Lao Liu, he is simple-minded, but there is a problem, drinking a little wine is like changing like a person, he can't hide a little bit of words in his heart, but he and Kang Lao Liu don't have a deep friendship, just because the two are fellow villagers, both are from the next Lingji Town, and they are both active near the Cangwu Mountains, and they have dealt with each other a few times, and Kang Lao Liu has taken a lot of small advantages.

However, Lao Wang and Mo Zuo hit it off at first sight, and originally made an appointment to come over together to try their luck and see if they could be selected by the Supreme Bodhi Sect, but Mo Zuo had something to deal with temporarily, so he rushed over early in the morning.

The two had just chatted for a few words, and Kang Lao Liu, who was on the side, suddenly looked happy and said excitedly:

"Look at Lao Wang, I'm right, it's really here!"

Mo Zuo looked back at his eyes, and two puffs of smoke and dust were raised in the distance, and two black beasts were running at a very fast speed, one in front of the other, and the direction was towards the archway.

This strange beast looks like a horse, not a horse, and its body is covered with scales as black as ink, without a trace of variegation, as if it is covered with a layer of black armor, and it is extremely handsome.

Mo Zuo recognized at a glance that this was a two-headed first-grade spirit beast "Ink Scale Horse", it is said that this horse has a trace of the blood of the ancient divine beast Qilin, docile, easy to tame, extremely fast, and can travel thousands of miles a day, and is one of the common mounts of monks.

Although this horse can be easily controlled even by monks in the Qi refining period, and the price is not expensive, as the saying goes, it is easy to buy a horse and difficult to raise a horse, raising an ink-scale horse, and you will get a low-grade spirit stone for a year's expenses, which is not an ordinary casual cultivator, and even a first-grade sect can afford it, so the casual cultivators present immediately discussed it, and they all guessed the identity of the person on horseback.

Everyone quickly saw that there was a monk on each of the two ink-scaled horses, and their clothes were completely different, and it was obvious that they were two people.

"The one with the sword on his back in front is from the 'White Phoenix Sword Sect'?"

"The monks of the Mountain-Breaking Sect are also here."

"For sure, in the surrounding area, the two of them can afford to raise the "Ink Scale Horse"."

It turned out that these two people were disciples of the other two second-grade sects in Huiyuan County, the territory of the "White Phoenix Sword Sect" was in Lingji Town, northwest of Lingtai Town, and the "Broken Mountain Sect" was in Lingxin Town, which was a little farther away.

Mo Zuo had stayed in these three towns, so he naturally recognized their identities, and thought to himself, I didn't expect these two families to send people over, but also, Lingtai Town has not seen a second-grade sect for nearly twenty years, they got the news, and they should come to inquire and investigate, looking at Kang Laoliu's excited appearance, it turned out that he was waiting for the monks of these two families, and he didn't know which sect he had a relationship with.

As the masters, Sun Ashi and Bei Xiaobei were also a little surprised, the preparation time for this sect celebration was relatively hasty, Bei Xiaobei only had time to run back to Yuan County, and he didn't bother to notify these two neighbors at all, but he didn't expect that they were well-informed, so he came to the door.

The two didn't have time to think too much, they took a few steps forward, crossed the crowd, anyway, the soldiers came to block it, and the water came to cover it, so they couldn't lose their manners first, and let others say that they didn't understand the rules.

In an instant, the two strange beasts stopped steadily in front of the crowd, and two monks, one old and one young, came down from the horseback, both of whom were cultivators in the late stage of qi refining.

The young man was dressed in a white robe, with a long sword with a dark green scabbard on his back, and although the old man was full of wrinkles, his body was exceptionally strong, especially his chest muscles were particularly developed, and the earthy brown robe was bulging.

"Wu Yu, the true disciple of the Poor Monk Supreme Bodhi Sect, has seen two donors, may I ask who the two are?"

Bei Xiaobei saw the two of them dismounting, and immediately stepped forward to salute, his tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and his voice was just right, like a breeze blowing on his face, even if a stranger heard it, he would have a little good feeling.

The old monk was polite and reported to himself:

"In the second-grade sect of Lingxin Town, the elder of the "Broken Mountain Sect", Cao Gongming, specially ordered by the head of the sect, came to congratulate your sect on its promotion to the second-grade sect."

The other young monk was even worse, and said with a blank face:

"Chang Yan, the head disciple of the 'White Phoenix Sword Sect', came to watch the ceremony."

As soon as Bei Xiaobei saw the demeanor and tone of the two, he had a bottom in his heart, although the young man had a blunt tone, he didn't seem to be here to make trouble, not to mention the old one, it was actually the elder of the "Broken Mountain Sect" who came in person, and immediately introduced Sun Ashi to the two.

The four of them formed a circle, mainly because Bei Xiaobei and Cao Gongming were talking, the two strangers were like old friends, you and I said a word, there was no sense of abruptness, but Sun Ashi and Chang Yan, the two first disciples in charge, had nothing to say, they could only stare at each other with big eyes.

Although Sun Ashi has a lively temperament, he doesn't like to deal with strangers, and at this time, he can't help but admire when he sees his junior brother talking and laughing with strange monks.

After chatting for a while, Chang Yan glanced at the gap and asked impatiently:

"When will it be, I don't think there are other sects coming."

Sun Ashi heard that his tone was not good, his heart was slightly angry, and just wanted to choke back, Bei Xiaobei preemptively said:

"It's almost time, Senior Brother Wukong, why don't you lead your fellow Daoists up the mountain first, and I'll wait at the bottom of the mountain."

After saying that, he confessed to the crime, pulled Sun Ashi aside, and whispered a few words, he knew his senior brother's temper, but no matter what the other party's attitude was, he came to watch the ceremony on behalf of another second-grade sect, and it was not good to stiffen the scene.

Sun Ashi nodded, he still understood this truth, but he couldn't get used to the other party's attitude.

The two of them greeted everyone separately, and at this time, hundreds of monks gathered by the archway, including Mo Zuo and Wang Laoshi, all followed Sun Ashi up the mountain together, leaving only Bei Xiaobei alone to continue to wait for a while.