Song's father and Song's mother already knew that their daughter was hit in the heart, and instead of slumping, she took advantage of this opportunity to get the most rare and unavoidable epiphany for monks.

They have a lot of aura in this small courtyard, but they are afraid that they will miss their daughter.

And under such a rare opportunity, they did not feel sorry at all for the shiny and translucent spirit stones turning into powder.

The door of the house opened, and the slender figure walked out leisurely, with an outstanding temperament, smiling, and every move was full of comfort.

With excellent temperament and beautiful appearance, he is really worthy of the most outstanding disciple of the Song family in Qingyuan City.

It's spring again, the wind is beautiful, the clouds are rolling in the sky, and on this day, several white-clothed monks stepped on the sword light in the sky above Qingyuan City, and they fell suddenly.

The bluestone floor is paved, and the vast square is lined up in an orderly manner, and the monk families of Qingyuan City above are also waiting for the Linghe envoy to come in their own separate places.

Seeing the people sent by Linghe, they all got up and smiled and stepped forward.

The Song clan has a lot of power in Qingyuan City, and it can be said that it is the leader to meet it, and the head of the family and the great elder are the first, and they politely make a mockery.

The person who is the head of the spirit and sect is a tall inner disciple, with a bit of arrogance between his eyebrows.

The cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building is neither humble nor arrogant to the head of the family and the great elder in the later stage of foundation building.

And because this Qinghe Source City is a place where the Spirit and Sect are attached.

The Song clan also has a few inner disciples in the Linghe faction, as well as stewards.

Therefore, the Linghe faction will not be too rude to lead the disciples.

Song Wanling stood quietly in front of the junior disciples, heard the command, and stepped forward to salute the disciples.

The disciple who led the team looked at her, first felt a sense of spiritual breath, felt the surging and restrained spiritual power all over her body, and the casual retreat in her eyes.

Re-entering the eye is a pretty face like a peach in three springs, and his heart moves slightly.

"You are a foreign force of the Linghe Sect, which coincides with the opening of the mountain gate of the Linghe Sect once in the fiftieth year.

Between the ages of five and sixteen, if you have tested the spiritual root and checked your cultivation, you can follow us and wait for the Linghe faction. ”

The disciple who was the leader of the foundation shook his wide sleeves, and he was behind him, his eyes were raised, and his loud voice spread throughout the square.

The monks all bowed their heads in respect.

Naturally, the juniors of the Qingyuan City family have measured the spiritual root and checked the cultivation in turn, and the Song family has the most selected children, eight.

The other families have at least one at the worst.

After the selection of the Immortal Cultivation Family was completed, the disciples of the Linghe faction stood in turn, pinched the law with their hands, each took out a formation flag, and the disciples led by him took out the array disk.

The wide square was enveloped in the circle.

The monks who had been standing there for a long time, and those who were of sufficient age all stepped into the circle under the expectant or defensive gaze of many people.

Those who walk out of the circle at the time of the two incense sticks can go to the Linghe faction together.

Qingyuan City, including mortals, hundreds of thousands of people, were finally selected for more than fifty people.

The local immortal cultivation families occupy nearly forty, and there are only ten scattered cultivators.

Settle down in the Linghe Sect at the Qingyuan City Inn, and set off early tomorrow morning to return to the Linghe Sect.

"Ten disciples only brush down two, don't be complacent, we are attached to the Linghe faction, every three years on the spirit stone, to get its protection.

The children of the clan are innocent, and it is not rare to be selected.

The Linghe Sect is not a first-class sect in the cultivation realm, but it has also been inherited for thousands of years, and the disciples in the sect have high requirements for character and qualifications.

When you get to the Linghe Road Mountain Gate, there are thousands of steps of cloud ladders, and you can really be a disciple of the Linghe Sect when you cross over!

Half of the eight of you can pass, it is the luck of my Song family, and it is not in vain to cultivate you for more than ten years. ”

In front of the ancestral hall of the Song family, dressed in a Taoist robe, looking at the head of the family who was only in his early forties, the voice of Haohao swept around.

The eight selected children all bowed their heads respectfully.

"These eight storage bags, each of you will take one of them, remember, everything can be fought for on the road of cultivation, but you are all out of the Song family, and you are all of the same bloodline.

Even if it is a separation, it will not change.

All of you, the surname is Song! ”

The head of the family's heavy voice pressed on the hearts of the eight children, and their backs bent deeply.

"We will remember the great kindness of the family, and we will never dare to kill each other, go in and out together, and do not fall into the name of my Song family!"

The head of the house nodded, and the eight storage bags were suspended in front of each of them in turn.

Song Wanling held the pale yellow hand-sized simple storage bag, looked at the delicate purse on her waist, carefully tucked it in the cuffs, and walked towards her yard.

"Dad, mother."

In the verdant courtyard, Song's father and mother were drinking tea at the quaint stone table, their expressions were sparse, and the fragrance of tea blurred their eyebrows.

Song Wanling slowed down and shouted softly.

"I'm going to leave home tomorrow, go out to practice, and let my mother take a good look."

Mother Song smiled and held her daughter's white hand.

Song Wanling sat down on the side, her voice slightly elongated, "Mother~"

"For my mother, I said that my son's cultivation was enough, but if I want to spend the thousand-step ladder, the cultivation is not the most important, it also depends on the heart.

But you can have a shock with your heart, and in one fell swoop, your father and I put back a heart.

So tomorrow when I leave this Song family, I won't see my family's Ling'er for a few years! ”

Mother Song's voice paused slightly, and her slender fingers stroked her daughter's delicate cheeks, gentle and loving.

Song Wanling lowered her eyes, gently rubbed her mother's warm palm, and Song's father held the tea bowl on the side and smiled silently.

Song Wanling shifted her body, hugged her mother's arm, and gently rested her head on her shoulder.

"When I get to build the foundation, I can go home, I will definitely build the foundation as soon as possible, so that my father and mother can see the more powerful Ling'er after becoming a foundation building monk!"

"When the time comes, my father and mother are waiting at home every day, and Ling'er is more capable than your father.

It's just that you don't have to worry, you can build a foundation soon after Double Ten is talented, and you can't be in a hurry.

If you are destined to be favored by Jindan Zhenren, your father and mother don't need to worry about you in the future. ”

Mother Song stroked her daughter's black hair and said softly.

Song Wanling hugged her mother's arm tighter and tighter, and held her other hand tightly, full of reluctance.

"Okay, don't be a little daughter again."

Father Song spoke, his eyebrows raised, and his expression was solemn, "My son, let's see what this is!" ”

Song Wanling finally rubbed her mother's shoulder, sat upright, and looked up.

I saw her father hold his palm, a flash of spiritual light, and a light blue streamer appeared out of thin air.

Song Wanling's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she was about to stroke it when she got up and raised her hand, her fingertips trembled slightly.

Under the nod of Mother Song, she pinched the magic trick, and a bright light flashed in her clear eyes.

"This is a medium-grade magic weapon?"

"The Song family has high hopes for you, magic weapons are precious and rare, and there are too many low-level cultivators who have not been able to have a magic weapon in their lives.

And this treasure is only one line away from being refined into a high-grade magic weapon, which is more suitable for the water spirit root.

My son will take it, and confess the Lord before leaving, so that your mother and I can rest assured. ”

Song Wanling's wrist flipped over, floating in the air, and the blue silk that swayed with the wind slowly blew and gradually fell into her palm.

In the bright moonlight, the streamer is gently in the soft color of the silk yarn, like the moonlight woven into the moonlight, like a dream.

What the three of them didn't see was that the blue silk was falling, swaying with the wind, and the jade bracelet in the jade wrist was not brushed away.

The jade bracelet emitted a clear glow and revealed into the blue silk, and the moon-white light flashed in a flash.

The bright moon is in the sky, the stars are all over the sky, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and there are no waves all night.

Song Wanling's hand on her knee moved slightly.

If there is no blue silk wrapped around her body, it floats and hangs automatically.

Then it fell into the palm of her raised palm, and the brilliance was restrained, just like the embroidered ribbon of ordinary brocade, delicate and gorgeous.

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