The two of them walked out of the edge of the entire forest without stopping, and it was already two days later. You can see the enormity of this forest.

When you walk out of the forest, you will see a wide road, and there are many pedestrians on the road, but they are all walking in one direction. Looking at the pedestrians' dresses, they are all ancient costumes, and Mao Zheng and Jiuhui's outfits can still be integrated into it, which is not abrupt.

"People who can't imagine this world are still stuck in ancient times." Mao Zheng said.

Jiuhui is a person who has come over, and he has witnessed the development of human society, so he just smiled and had nothing to say.

Mao Zheng saw that Jiuhui was just smiling, and said, "Where do you say they are going?" It's like they're on the move, it's endless. ”

"I don't know if you ask me, if you want to know, it's better to follow these people." Jiuhui said with a smile.

"yes, we might as well ask."

Mao Zheng looked at the nearest teenage boy beside him at this time, and couldn't help but beckon: "Little brother, where are you going at this time?" ”

The young man was dressed in cloth, and he was dusty. It seems that he has walked an unknown number of roads, and he looks very tired.

"Did you call me?" The young man asked.

"That's right! It's you. Mao Zheng said.

"I don't know what this brother has to say?" The young man really called himself and couldn't help but ask politely.

"Where are you going? I think it's like migrating. Mao Zheng asked.

"You don't even know this?" The young man asked, confused.

Mao Zheng thought to himself, I know I still need to ask you? But he still said with a smile on his face: "I really don't know, you can tell me." ”

The young man looked Mao Zheng up and down, and then looked at Jiuhui where Mao was standing. Feeling that these two people had a sense of being clean and unearthly, they couldn't help but say: "The day before yesterday, the Qingxu Sect opened the mountain gate to accept disciples, and this is not all to try luck. ”

"I see, but I see that there are old men here, can it be that the old men of this Qingxu Sect are also accepted?" Mao Zheng asked, only to see the young man look white Mao Zheng and said, "This brother, I don't know if you are really stupid or fake?" You see that they are all with children or young people who are about the same age, these are parents. ”

After speaking, he glanced at Mao Zheng like an idiot, and then stepped into the itinerary.

Jiu Hui covered her mouth and giggled, she couldn't imagine that this Mao Zheng was really stupid.

But Mao Zheng was not angry, his eyes rolled straight. Hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the young man and asked, "What is the Qingxu Sect doing, letting so many people come together?" ”

"You really don't know?" The young man held back his anger, and he couldn't imagine that there was such a person who didn't know the world.

"I really don't know, otherwise why bother you?" Mao Zheng said sincerely.

"It's the sect of Xiuzhen, I have to hurry, otherwise I will delay the trip and miss the big thing." The young man wanted to leave after speaking.

"Wait, you said that this is a sect of cultivation, so like me and this sister, can they accept it?" Mao Zheng asked again.

"You don't know this, you don't know that. In this sect, as long as the disciples have clear bones, young people before the age of twenty can participate, but whether you accept it or not depends on your own ability. ”

Obviously, this young man was a little angry, and Mao Zheng pulled himself to ask this kind of well-known question, and he thought that Mao was specifically looking for trouble for himself and delaying his candidacy.

"Alright! I don't ask. After Mao Zheng finished speaking, he pulled Jiuhui to keep up with the footsteps of the young man.

"Miss Jiuhui, can you make me a few years younger?" As you walk, you use your divine sense to communicate with Jiuhui.

Jiu Hui smiled and said, "Do you still want to be a disciple of this sect?" ”

"Whether it's me, you're going too." Mao Zhengdao.

"With this ability, it won't be long before I can cultivate it back, and I will use it to go to other people's sects?" Jiuhui said.

"No, no, no! You are just about to go, you are such a good cultivator, and others should accept you at this time. If we want to understand this world, let's start with this sect, which is not very good, and maybe we can learn something useful. Besides, you don't have to worry about me going alone. ”

Seeing that Mao Zheng was bent on going his own way, this statement was ironclad to become a disciple of the sect. Jiuhui nodded helplessly.

said: "Then I'll help you change your age." ”

Jiuhui said this, that is enough confidence. Just kidding a former immortal, no matter how bad it is, there are certain means, not to mention that this Jiuhui is still a messenger of demon subjugation, and that means is simply heavenly.

At first, the young man was very unhappy to see Mao Zheng following him, and it was ridiculous to see that this young man in his twenties still wanted to run for election.

But as they walked together, they saw that Mao Zheng around him was getting younger and younger, smaller and smaller, and in the end he looked a few years younger than himself, and at this time Mao Zheng was like a teenager who had just entered, and his face was pink, looking immature and cute.

Look at that Jiuhui has also become a little girl, the same size as Mao Zheng. The young man shouted in fright: "Stop, what's the matter with you? ”

"What's wrong?" Mao Zheng replied with a smile.

"You ...... What are you? The young man was speechless in shock, and wanted to shout that he had encountered a monster. But when I think about it, this world is so big that maybe someone else has used some exercises.

"We also want to run, so I ask my little brother to keep quiet. Isn't it more promising to be younger? The potential is endless! Mao Zheng smiled, but with a sincere face.

That young man is not a fool, he is now eighteen, and he is about to reach twenty, and the Qingxu Sect only accepts disciples once every five years, and this is his last chance, but it is very slim to enter the Qingxu Sect, because there are many younger than him along the way, and there are even six or seven-year-old dolls. If you can be like Mao Zheng, then you may have a lot more opportunities this time.

Thinking of this, the young man hurriedly arched his hand and said: "Little brother, I don't know the true monarch with eyes, it turns out that Brother Tai is still a master, I don't know if I can make me like Brother Tai, ten years younger." My younger brother, my surname is Ma Minggui, and I hope that in this life, only my brother will be the head of the horse. ”

"Huh! That's a big deal. You call me Mao Zheng a brother, then everyone is a brother. It's a little favor. After speaking, Mao Zheng gave Jiuhui a look, Jiuhui hated Mao Zheng, but the corners of his mouth were full of smiles.

"You agree?" Na Ma Gui asked happily.

"Haha! Of course, of course. You look at yourself now. Mao Zheng laughed.

At this time, the young man took out a bronze mirror that he had brought with him to clean up, and in this photo, he found that his face had really changed to that of a child of about ten years old, and that the clothes had grown and become loose. Tears came down all of a sudden, and he hurriedly knelt down for Mao Zheng and said, "Thank you Brother Mao for your kindness of reconstruction, now I have hope, and my Ma Gui has hope to get ahead." ”