There are a total of five rings in the trial road, and the referees of each ring are all six realms, in order to save time, the competition is carried out at the same time, as long as there is no such situation of fighting for three days and three nights, it will take about a day and a half at most, and the champion will appear.

Shangqing Pie's Square, at this time, was dark and oppressive, full of people.

Outside the five rings, the surrounding water was impassable, and the elders of the major sects, even if they suppressed all the mana on their bodies, they could still feel a huge coercion, enveloping the entire square.

The opponent of the competition was held by drawing lots, and Ding Mian was not very lucky, and he was drawn by one of the seven major sects, an elite disciple of the Yunlan Sect.

Of course, this bad luck is only in the eyes of others.

For Ding Mian, the so-called trial road conference has long been no longer an opponent.

Judging from the numbers drawn, there were still at least a few hours before his game, and Ding Mian had nothing to do, so he simply wandered around the Shangqing faction.

The Shangqing faction that entered with a time scroll was more than 50 years ago, and now it has returned to its hometown, and it has not changed much, but there are fewer people.

For example, the great-predecessor of the corpse collector who taught himself the Dragon Yin Fist and was also a teacher and friend, such as the second uncle Ding Ding when he was "young" in the Alchemy Pavilion, one of them disappeared, and the other had gone to the Netherworld.

Fifty years, for most high cultivators, is just a snap of the fingers.

But now it seems that even if you live with heaven and earth, fifty years is enough to happen too unexpectedly.

Ding Mian is always willing to believe that the great-great-great-seniors who have cultivated to the sky and have a big personality, and some of the second-year great-great-seniors, can't just disappear.

He must have been tired of the battle between the Yin and Yang realms, and went to another parallel world to live happily in seclusion with his wife.

Well, it must be like that.

There are thousands of thoughts, and before you know it, you are almost at the Wolf's Tooth Peak.

Because of the trial dao conference, there were very few disciples on patrol, and Ding Mian easily "avoided" them and climbed to the end of the world.

It was still the same as at the beginning, the fog was filled, the white fog drifted with the wind, the clouds and mist shrouded in the mountain, like a white velvet hat worn on the top of the mountain, the fog that was wrapped around the mountainside, like a white ribbon tied to the mountain......

Ding Mian put his hands behind his back, looking up at the rooftop, the peak is full of clouds and mist, the mountain path is winding, like a ribbon falling from the clouds, visitors are like small white dots, scattered on the ribbons, slowly moving upward.

On the top of the mountain peak, there stands a boulder like a puppy, looking up at the rooftop, the peak is covered with clouds and mist, the mountain path is winding, like a ribbon falling down from the clouds, the visitors are like a small white dot, scattered on the ribbon sporadically, slowly moving upward.

On the stone, there is a faint aura.

Ding Mian's eyes were foggy, as if he saw a great-senior, standing on the stone, with his hands on his waist, boasting to him about his brilliant experience in life.

After that, he went to the Alchemy Pavilion again.

At this time, the attic door was closed, but a trace of medicinal fragrance could still be smelled from inside.

Ding Mian didn't go in, but looked inside through the window.

This is the place where my father and second uncle used to teach and preach to their disciples.

"That's right!"

Ding Mian suddenly thought of something, his face showed a look of expectation, and as soon as his footsteps moved, the person was already flying towards one place.

In just half an hour, he stopped in front of a row of houses.

There was a yard in front of the house, in which was leaning against a broom, and the ground was so clean that not even a leaf could be seen, apparently it was cleaned every day.

Ding Mian walked to the door and pushed it gently.

The door creaked open. 315 Chinese Network

The furniture inside was still there, and in the corner of the wall was a wisp of spider webs, on which a spider was the size of a palm, looking curiously at the former little master.

"Is this my former home?"

Ding Mian muttered to himself.

He seemed to think of something, but he couldn't seem to remember.

The memory of a year or two is still too vague after all.

But even so, he felt a sense of intimacy.

Perhaps on a whim, Ding Mian tore off a piece of fabric on his body, then went outside to find a well, took a bucket of water, soaked the fabric, returned to the house, and began to wipe the dusty tables and chairs seriously.

He wiped it carefully and meticulously, as if he was afraid that if he was not careful, he would destroy this very old furniture.

After wiping the table, he went to clean the window glass again, one bucket of water was replaced by another bucket of water, and the dust was missing one layer after another, and finally even the cement floor was mopped clean and spotless by him with a makeshift mop.

To be reasonable, when he was in Xishui Town before, Ding Mian was not so diligent.

Looking at the renovated house, Ding Mian grinned.

Yes, quite satisfied.

It's like home.

But soon his mood became a little depressed again.

If only my father and mother were still around.

Then I brought my sister back, a family, in this house, this is home.

However, this is clearly no longer possible.

Ding Mian sighed, as if all his spirit and spirit had been discharged at this moment.

He sat lazily in his chair, looking a little sluggishly at the broken clock on the wall, and softly humming a tune that his mother had taught him when he was a child.

Knock knock.

There was a knock on the door.

Ding Mian frowned.

Someone came so soon?

Although he was very unhappy that this rare tranquility was broken, he still got up and opened the door.

Outside the door, a pair of middle-aged men and women were standing.

The man is handsome and upright, with an extraordinary temperament, and the woman is soft and beautiful, and she is captivating the country and the city.

Ding Mian was slightly stunned and said, "Who are you looking for?" ”

"Looking for you."

The man raised his eyebrows, and his tone was not good, "You are Ding Mian, right?" ”

Ding Mian was like a great enemy in an instant.

Only then did he realize that this pair of men and women were carrying swords behind their backs......