On earthly earth,

After 1500, Qinshan Tianmen Town.

"Ying Long out

Four seas

Should be the gods of the Three Realms

Yin and yang go hand in hand

Heaven's Punishment

Sweep away the filth

In addition to the great evil of the heavens, it is ......"

"Ahh

"Oh, haha!" ......

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter from under the ring, like a pheasant laying eggs and rushing to announce the good news.

Qin'er carried her hands behind her back, her little face was shy, slightly red, her big eyes flickered a few times, revealing a smile, pursed her cherry red mouth, and stopped reciting the scriptures.

Qin'er wondered in her heart, did she memorize the scriptures wrong?

Qin'er was still carrying her hands, her warm waist twisted slightly, the silver jewelry on her head flashed a touch of purple, and she turned sideways slightly, looking under the ring.

But I saw a young man in a green shirt, straightening his thin body, carrying an oversized wooden knife diagonally, and walking up the stairs from the right step of the ring with his head held high, with an expressionless face.

The boys and girls in the front row and the adults in the back of the ring were pointing at the young man, grinning, bending over to cover his belly, pointing his fingers, and farting and snorting.

"Haha! What is this stupid boy doing in the ring with his rotten wooden door panel on his shoulder?"

People are still laughing, joyful and contemptuous.

The young man got into the ring, his eyes were resentful and indifferent, without a trace of waves.

The young man looked so haughty that he looked like a king standing on the top of a mountain, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the joy of a group of ants catching a weak cricket at the foot of the mountain.

And the young man at this moment, not only is he not the king, but he is not even as good as a weak cricket compared to those who have passed the test on the right side of the ring.

The thin boy is presented in such a cool posture, which is a little embarrassing.

His gaze swept over the old faces of the patriarch Yan Yuntian and the four elders sitting in the middle of the ring, the corners of the young man's mouth rose slightly, and finally stayed on Qin'er's delicate white and slightly peachy little face for three seconds, his face blinked without moving, and a trace of imperceptible smile flashed.

The young man in the green shirt stretched out his right hand, put one hand over his shoulder, and helped the oversized wooden dragon knife on his back.

This knife is made of wood, it is the father of the teenager who passed away when the boy was six years old, and he carried a piece of green oka wood on Qinshan and cut it out, and the size of the dragon knife, and gave it to the boy as a birthday gift! The boy is like a baby, and it seems that the knife is stuck obliquely on his back for twelve hours a day, except for pretending to be cool, but there is no use for it at all.

I heard that the only use is that when you go to the toilet, you can support it against the back wall and pull it a little easier.

The boy slowly walked towards the dozen or so boys and girls standing in a row on the right side of the ring, wanting to stand side by side with them.

The young man walked over, stood with his head held high, and stood beside Yan Wuyu.

Yan Wuyu looked up and glanced at the young man, his eyes were full of disgust, his little hands covered his mouth and nose, patted the purple skirt, and dodged to the side.

"Hahaha! This fool always brings out the bad door panel of his house and is embarrassed!",

People laughed even more freely.

"Hahaha! What a stupid boy! Xiao Yu is the first place in today's preliminary test! This fool dares to stand side by side with Xiao Yu! He doesn't even blush!Hahaha~!"

Yan Wuyu heard it clearly, her head rose slightly, and a full moon face showed a smug look.

"Brother Meng Yi!"

Qin'er smiled, her voice was full of surprise, her red face was like a blooming peach blossom in early spring, her wrist was like a snowy one, her colored dress was only slightly churning, and she changed her shape, and the person instantly floated in front of the young man in green shirt from the center of the ring five zhang away, and stood up.

The boy glanced at Qian'er, his eyes flickering at her slender waist that could be held in one hand, and the two cherry purple belts that danced in the wind.

"Brother Meng Yi! You are also here to sign up! Qin'er knows that you will definitely come! Brother Meng Yi has always been a man of words!"

"Qin'er!"

Patriarch Yan Yuntian immediately stood up, frowned, and called out to Qin'er, he was obviously a little unhappy with the enthusiasm of Qin'er and the young man.

Yan Yuntian waved his hand, and the crowd in the audience was much quieter, but there were still people whispering quietly.

"Qin'er, don't mess around, come here and continue to recite the scriptures!" the patriarch shouted again.

"Daddy, Qin'er is not in a hurry, let Brother Meng Yi take the first test!"

Qin'er turned around, smiled playfully at her father, turned her head to look at the young man in green shirt, took his hand and gently rubbed it.

Yan Yuntian: "Qin'er, don't make trouble! Today's test is different from the past, but today's test is to confirm the entry into the Shangqing Xuan-level cultivation list!"

"I don't!" Qin'er was resolute.

Meng Yi was silent, but his expression was wooden, and his eyes only looked at the Changzhang Xu in the east of the ring, the red and yellow Tianji stone chanting platform.

On the huge bronze shrine shelf on the right side of the Tianji Stone Platform, there is a Cloud Wing Dragon Walking Knife.

It was a broken knife, three-quarters of the way up from the handle of the knife to the top of the knife, and most of the blade was black, only the edge slowly flowed with the blue-purple chill of the forest. Although the knife is broken, it also makes the head of the knife bend like the first moon, which is also beautiful.

The cloud wing dragon knife, the back of the knife is heavy, slightly with the cloud wave drifting pattern, the blade is smooth, leaning against the wind and walking; even if it is broken, the knife is still eight feet long, and the grip is 12 inches; the connection between the knife body and the grip is engraved with the pattern of the five-clawed green dragon going to sea, and the end of the grip is the dragon's tail, which is just hung with two wisps of turquoise three-foot tassels.

Seeing the dragon sword, the corners of Meng Yi's mouth were slightly upturned proudly.

It was the weapon of his father, Khotan.

Meng Khotan, known as Yunwu, was once crowned as the god of war by the Holy Lord, his soul power has reached the Taiqing Spirit Level, and the Cloud Wing Dragon Knife used is an immortal-level weapon; Meng Tian is the only person in the Oriental Holy City who has reached the Jade Pearls Peak north of Kunlun Mountain in the past fifty years, and is also the farthest warrior of the Holy City to go to Xiyu Ice Peak to fight in search of the artifact.

"Meng Yi!

An old, kind voice came.

Meng Yi knew that this was the second elder Meng Jinyuan calling him, so he walked over with his head held high, and Qin'er was by his side.

Meng Yi stepped forward, stepped back half an inch with his right foot, bowed his head slightly, and bowed shallowly to the adults.

Yan Yuntian's face was black, and he let out a rough breath, he was very disgusted with Meng Yi's arrogance.

Meng Jinyuan glanced at Yan Yuntian, and then at Qin'er and Meng Yi standing in front of the adults, his eyes were a little hesitant.

"Yi'er, you must know that our Qinshan clan only has twelve cultivation places for the Shangqing Xuan Rank in each session! And your soul power test last year was only amber yellow, and you have just reached the lower level of the Yuqing Hui Rank! You are not qualified......

"But Brother Meng Yi's recitation of the scriptures is the most among all the people of our Qinshan clan! Besides, according to the past practice, today is only the preliminary test registration, and you have to pass the final test of offensive and defensive skills in a year before you can finally decide the cultivation quota! It's just the initial test registration, why not!"

Qin'er raised her eyebrows and grabbed the words, like a bamboo tube pouring out dozens of emerald beads and falling into the jade plate, the silver bell-like voice was very good. The little silver headdress on his head flashed with a distant purple light like a small star, his expression was extremely well-behaved, and his small body gently leaned towards Meng Yi's side, causing a burst of envy and commotion among the teenagers in the audience, "Boom, Gollum!" kept licking and sucking the horns of his mouth.

The 15-year-old Yan Xiaoyu, who was in second place on the left side of the ring, frowned, stepped forward with his left foot, twitched his right face, clenched his fists, and trembled slightly.

Yan Wuyu next to him tugged at the placket of his clothes, signaling him not to move.

Meng Jinyuan: "Qin'er! Do you know! A person whose soul power is too weak in the Yuqing Hui rank does not have the strength to use a warrior weapon! With Yi'er's current state of cultivation, even the lowest-grade wood-level weapon Fishtail Double Dagger can't hold it!"

Meng Jinyuan looked at Qian'er and smiled bitterly.

You know, how much he hoped in his heart that Meng Yi would be able to join the Shangqing Xuan-level cultivation!

Meng Yi was the only son of his brother Meng Tian. At the age of 4, he began to cultivate his initial wisdom, and by the time he was 6 years old, he was able to force the scriptures of the Tianji Stone Chanting Platform to the eighteenth line. In other words, Meng Yi's soul power at the age of 6 had reached the Taiqing Spirit Level, which was unique in the Qinshan clan, and the future was limitless. Even his father, Meng Khotan, was only at the age of nineteen, when his soul power reached the Taiqing Spirit Level, and he could barely force the scriptures of the chanting platform to the nineteenth line.

Back then, because his brother Meng Tian became one of the few warriors in the Holy City today whose soul power had reached the Taiqing Spirit Level, he was naturally elected as the patriarch by the clansmen.

Later, because the Meng family produced another prodigy like Meng Yi, people regarded it as the pride of the Qinshan clan and even the entire holy city and the hope for the future.

This also made a big family like the Yan family try their best to come to the Meng family.

When Meng Yi was 7 years old, Yan Yuntian proposed an idea to Meng Yi's mother Mo Shi (Mo Xiaoshuang), wanting to make her youngest daughter Yan Wuyu and Meng Yi a child.

Mo Xiaoshuang is very kind-hearted, and she usually likes the well-behaved and filial Xiao Yu.

But because Meng Khotan was being sent by the Holy Lord to Kunlun Mountain to find the artifact at that time, Mo Xiaoshuang didn't dare to make the decision on his own, and only said one sentence at that time, "Xiao Yu is a likable and well-behaved child!

After Yan Yuntian returned home the next day, he soon sent someone to come and say goodbye.

Mo Xiaoshuang couldn't refuse, and the two sides came up with the child's birthday and took the Geng sticker, but Mo Xiaoshuang also proposed to wait until Khotan returned to his hometown in triumph, and then hold a ceremony, and then make a marriage contract and a dragon and phoenix ceremony.

Yan Yuntian was overjoyed when he saw that Mo Xiaoshuang had already agreed to it, he knew that Meng Tian was extremely fond of his wife, and this matter was nine times out of ten, so he couldn't wait to send a token, a pair of heaven and earth dragon teeth jasper pei, Meng Yi wore Tianpei, and Yan Wuyu wore Di Pei.

This is rare, in the Qinshan family, the man and the woman are engaged to the woman first send a token, and then the woman returns the gift, and then both men and women wear tokens at the engagement ceremony to bow down to the immediate family members in the family, in order to witness the in-laws.

Yan Yuntian did this, which shows the importance and urgency he attached to this family business back then, lest others would snatch Meng Yi first.

"What if you memorize the scriptures a lot! A person who has no power to tie a chicken is not a waste!"

Under the ring, someone said loudly.

Meng Yi turned his head and glanced at the people in the audience, a hint of ridicule appeared at the corner of his mouth, in the past few years, he has completely looked down on all the warmth and coldness in the world, which also makes the 15-year-old boy become mature and wise that is not commensurate with his age.

All this changed five years ago in that winter.

Meng Yi will always remember that winter.

That day, it was snowing heavily, and 9-year-old Meng Yizheng was playing with Xiao Yu, Qin'er, and Yan Xiaoyu in the Yanwuping in front ......of the ring.

In the snow, Xiao Yu's face was flushed, she bent down, pinched a small ball of snow, and was about to throw it on Brother Mengyi.

When I looked up, I found that Brother Meng Yi and Qin'er were standing, motionless looking at the Qinshan Ancient Road outside the village.

Xiao Yu walked over and took Brother Meng Yi's hand, "Brother Meng Yi, what's wrong?"

Meng Yi was silent, looking into the distance vigilantly. With his wisdom and soul power, he had already sensed the sound of horses' hooves rushing 20 miles away.

Meng Yi glanced at Qian'er, he was a little surprised, just now, it was Qin'er who tugged at his shirt to remind him of the abnormality beyond the whistling snow wind.

Qin'er leaned closer to Brother Meng Yi, and shouted without looking back:

"Brother Xiaoyu, go and call your father and the patriarch, there are outsiders who have entered the Qinshan Kun Realm and have crossed the Kanchen Bridge!"

Yan Xiaoyu, who was building a snowman in front of the ring, was fat and strong, and was taken aback when he heard it, his feet slipped, and he fell on the freshly built snowman.

After working for a long time, it was a waste of effort.

Yan Xiaoyu got up, wiped the snow on his face, spread his hooves and ran home, shouting loudly as he ran, "Dad~!

Xiao Yu took out the small wooden sword on his body, protected it in front of Brother Meng Yi, looked at the snow-covered and uninhabited Qinshan Ancient Road, and then looked at Brother Meng Yi's cold little face, "Brother Meng Yi, where are they?

"Eighteen fast horses!", Meng Yi tilted his head, listened for a moment, and answered the question.

"Plus on a carriage, it should be twenty fast horses!", Qin'er added with a wink.

The voice did not fall,

The snowflakes in the sky suddenly flew into the air, the wind was fierce, and a large dark cloud seemed to suddenly roll up at the entrance of the village, and the black pressed a large area.

Xiao Yu exclaimed, "Ah!

The three of them didn't have time to dodge, and a roll of snow several feet high tossed around them, and snowflakes flew all over the sky, and the nine messengers and nine guards of the Holy Lord had instantly surrounded the three of them.

A two-horse silver canopy carriage has stopped silently next to the dragon gate pillar carved at the entrance of the village, and I don't know when it appeared there, as if it has been parked there motionless for a thousand years.

Eighteen black-clad one-horned five-tailed spirits had formed a circle and slowly kicked their steps.

Meng Yi stretched out his little arms and hugged Qin'er and Xiao Yu in front of his chest, looking coldly at the Holy City messenger who was riding on a horse and wearing a silver beast head mask.

Soon, the patriarch Meng Jinyuan, Mo Xiaoshuang, Yan Yuntian and others rushed over.

Meng Yi, Qin'er, and Xiao Yu hurriedly ran over and snuggled up to the adults.

At the head of the group, a messenger wearing an Ugin helmet and a red robe was obviously the leader, but seeing that he was carrying a five-foot broad-handled sword, his eyes under the mask were blazing, and his eyes were solemn, revealing a trace of purple cold light.

The head of the messenger pulled the reins, and the black one-horned five-tailed front hooves of the wind were volleyed into the air, roaring in the sky, and two wisps of moon-white gas erupted from their nostrils, and the hiss echoed in the valley.

"Who is Mo Xiaoshuang?"

The messenger leader's voice was so cold that it made people shiver.