Tsutenho!

In front of the Yuqing Palace, in the center of the square, on the high platform.

Dao Xuan Zhenren appeared on the high platform, and beside him stood the first seat of each peak.

Dao Xuan Zhenren looked at the disciples of the Qingyun Sect below, and his face showed a hint of relief, these are the pillars of the future of the Qingyun Sect, for these outstanding disciples, he is extremely satisfied, the future of the Qingyun Sect depends on them.

At a glance, Zhou Xuanzhen could feel that there were really many good seedlings among the Qingyunmen disciples of this year. All of them have excellent talents, and there are many outstanding disciples who have been rare in Qingyunmen for thousands of years, which is really a rare grand occasion in Qingyunmen.

Thinking of this, Dao Xuan Zhenren coughed lightly twice, and suddenly on the square, the originally noisy human voices immediately stopped, and became silent, and they raised their heads one by one to look at Dao Xuan above, with reverence in their eyes.

"You are all the leaders of the younger generation of my Qingyunmen, I have been in the Qingyun lineage for more than 2,000 years since the establishment of the school, as a Taoist orthodox and righteous leader. But the ancients had a saying: industry is prosperous in diligence, and absurdity is in play.

Sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

I have sent the patriarchs of the past generations to warn future generations and promote the younger generation of disciples. It has been passed down to such a grand event as the Seven Veins Huiwu, and it has been held for 20 sessions now. ”

After hearing the words of Dao Xuan Zhenren, the people in the square became lively again, the Seven Veins Huiwu was held for 20 sessions, and it took 60 years for each session to be held, which proved that Qingyunmen existed for thousands of years, and this foundation was unmatched by the entire righteous path, so they were in an uproar, even with a hint of shock on their faces, and some were proud of being a disciple of Qingyunmen.

Dao Xuan Zhenren looked at the reactions of the disciples in the audience, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and then nodded.

"I won't say much nonsense, this time the number of people in the Seven Veins Martial Arts is much more than the previous one, and this time the competition will be conducted by lottery."

After speaking, the Cangsong Daoist on the side stepped forward and said:

"In this competition, the number of people has doubled, so there are some changes in the lottery, please take a look."

As he spoke, Cangsong Daoist pointed to the open space on the right side of the main hall, and everyone looked in the direction pointed by Cangsong Daoist, only to see that there was a big mahogany box there, boxy, and there was a small hole above the wooden box that could stretch one arm into.

"In that mahogany box, there were sixty-two wax pills, each of which contained a note with numbers from one to sixty-two."

Cangsong Daoren paused, and then spoke again: "After the lottery is completed, the competition will be based on the numbers, with one against sixty-two, two against sixty-one, and so on, until the final battle, you can understand." ”

Cang Song's voice lagged behind, and he was pondering while the disciples in the audience were pondering. Dao Xuan Zhenren on the side glanced at the Cangsong Dao Man beside him, and suddenly spoke.

"This seven-vein martial arts meeting is a major event between the seven veins, originally I was thin in Tongtianfeng, and I decided to withdraw from this seven-vein martial arts. But I thought about it again, and these seven veins have been participating together since ancient times. Now that I have withdrawn from Tongtianfeng this time, there is still something wrong with it, and it violates the ancestral system. ”

Dao Xuan Zhenren paused, then glanced at the Cangsong Daoren beside him, and then spoke.

"So I decided to let my unsuccessful apprentice participate in this Seven Veins Martial Arts. …… Yicai! ”

As soon as Dao Xuan's voice fell, the faces of the disciples in the audience changed, and even on the high platform, the faces of the other veins became very difficult to look at.

[PS: Salute the heroes, remember the compatriots, and may the deceased rest in peace.

Remembering the heroes, the country will always remember, we will remember]