Si Mingqin really didn't rush back for dinner, and he didn't come back all night, and he didn't see anyone for several days in a row.

Mu Liu was a little anxious, but he still listened to Si Mingqin's words and did not leave Liuyun Xiaozhu.

In just a few days, the floating island has been restored and perfected, just like before the disaster.

Maybe they were all busy with the restoration work, so no one cared about the small building.

During this period, only Senior Brother Yuliang and Changlian Changhuan came to visit once, and there was also a Si Ming Daohua who Mu Liu was not familiar with.

It's already the third day.

Mu Liu got up very early, dressed in thin pajamas, and came to the gazebo built on a high place alone, and tried to escape the sword in the air against the cold wind.

Ever since he had moved the Mingxin Sword by an inch that day, Mu Liu felt that he should be able to let the Mingxin Sword do more.

In the past few days, I have been doing all kinds of experiments, and I have gradually found a wonderful feeling, but it is still indistinguishable and difficult to capture.

Today, Mu Liu woke up earlier than ever, and the sky was slightly bright, and he arrived at the pavilion.

There was an irrepressible impulse in his heart, and he knew that the opportunity could not be missed.

Mu Liu drew his sword out of the sheath and placed it on the octagonal stone table in the pavilion, his movements were gentle, his attitude was solemn, and his heart was full of piety.

"I may never be a mage, or a soul master, in my life. The only thing I can rely on is you, except for my fists. Nowadays, kendo is in decline, the famous sword sinks into the sand, and the sword art is lost. If you don't want to be eroded by time and reduced to scrap metal, obey my will. I've already used my blood to clear the will, what are you waiting for?"

On the octagonal stone table, the inscription sword trembled and made a sword sound.

"I want you to stand up like a warrior!"

The inscription sword stood up, the tip of the sword pointed downward, like a baby toddler, shaking.

"On top of the famous sword, there are also spiritual weapons, silver martial arts, and Xuanbao, are you willing to stay at the bottom seat, have you always been the worst one?"

Mingxin Sword stood more firmly.

Psychic, Yinwu, and Xuanbao are the grade classifications of Horcruxes, and Muliu uses them to inspire Mingxin. On top of the Xuanbao, there is also a distinction between holy relics and artifacts, and Mu Liu didn't want to put too much pressure on himself and Mingxin, so he didn't say it.

Mu Liu felt that he could go further, so he used the Chaos Magic Technique, and suddenly slammed the stone table with a palm.

He was full of thoughts that the Mingxin Sword could be suspended in the air without the support of the stone table, but he was disappointed, and the Mingxin Sword was actually pressed to the ground by the gravel and couldn't move.

Mu Liu looked sad, sighed softly, and was about to crouch down to remove the gravel that was holding down the Mingxin Sword.

However, the Inscription Sword struggled!

The wish has not been shattered, and the fighting spirit has been rekindled!

More than a month of meditation into meditation is not in vain, and it starts to work at this time.

Mu Liu is attentive and engrossed.

The consciousness seems to have condensed into an invisible thread, establishing an unbreakable mysterious connection with the Sword of Inscription.

At this moment, Mu Liu felt as if the Inscription Sword had become a part of himself.

"Get up!!"

With Mu Liu's shout, the Mingxin Sword vibrated on the ground at high speed, shook away the gravel that was pressing him, left the ground, floated, and hung in front of Mu Liu, steadily.

Wood Flu was unwavering in his heart, reaching out to hold the hilt of his sword, breathing rapidly, and there was an indescribable joy in his heart.

"It worked!!"

Mu Liu raised his head and howled, his heart was comfortable, and he was happy.

After that, strike while the iron is hot, and practice all kinds of swordsmanship, such as arming and fingering, without any sense of stagnation.

For a while, the sword shadow was chaotic, the sword flowers were dazzling, and the sword qi was horizontal!

Eventually, the gazebo was overwhelmed and collapsed.

Early that morning, many early risers heard a few wolf howls from Liuyun Xiaozhu.

The closest to the thought of the phase, woke up from his sleep, and followed the sound to find Mu Liu.

At this time, Mu Liu held the sword in his hand, stood in the wind, comprehended the way of the sword, and escaped into a wonderful realm of emptiness.

Linian and Lixiang have lived in the school palace for many years, have seen a lot of knowledge, and have heard many stories about cultivation, so they dare not join Muliu to meditate. So quietly, I retreated back the way I had come and began to prepare breakfast.

Not long after, a light rain began to fall in the sky, and Li Nian was worried about interfering with Mu Liu's cultivation, so he hurriedly took an umbrella and rushed over.

After breakfast, Si Ming Daohua came to Lingyun Xiaozhu and said that he wanted to see Si Mingqin Zhen, but he still returned in vain.

The rain kept falling, and Mu Liu stood for a day, not moving.

The two sisters, Linian and Lixiang, took turns holding umbrellas and stood with them for a day.

In the evening.

The rain stopped, the wood flowed, but the two sisters were tired.

Mu Liu cooked for Da Xie to leave his thoughts and phases.

The two sisters were terrified, but they couldn't stop Mu Liu's enthusiasm.

The next day.

After having breakfast with the two sisters, Mu Liu took the Mingxin Sword and planned to leave Liuyun Xiaozhu.

Si Mingqin really disappeared without a trace, and the few words he confessed when he left were unclear.

Mu Liu began to worry that something had happened to him.

But I don't have a clue.

Senior Brother Yuliang and Liancheng Changhuan only appeared once.

It's been four days since I came to the school palace, and Mu Liu's understanding of this floating island is basically from the narrative of detachment and detachment.

So, he decided to go out and investigate.

At this time, a teacher surnamed Kong from Dayan College came to Liuyun Xiaozhu, saying that he was ordered to take Mu Liu to take the freshman entrance examination, and pointed out that the first link was to identify talents.

It's time to come, it's finally here.

Mu Liu could only put aside for the time being to inquire about Si Mingqin's true whereabouts.

After Confucius was not verbose, and after expressing his intentions, he took the breeze and took the wooden stream across the central hall, the library, and Yunhai Square, and came to Dayan Academy, which is located in the west of the floating island, and entered the Tiandao Palace.

"This year, a total of 49 new students have been called, and with adults, it is exactly 50, which is 17 more than last year. ”

Along the way, Confucius only said this sentence.

The sourness and relief in the center of the words are intertwined, and after all, it is still very helpless.

Muliu was not surprised by this.

The Heavenly Dao Hall is the main hall of Dayan Academy, and many new students have already gathered, lined up, and walked through the altar in the center of the main hall in turn, up left and down right.

After Mu Liu entered the hall with Confucius, there were still other teachers who led several teams of new students, one after another, from other halls.

Some good brothers and sisters got the news, and they also rushed to the Heavenly Dao Hall to see the excitement, wanting to see the demeanor of these junior brothers and sisters.

Moreover, the news that Si Mingqin Zhen came to the Academy Palace has spread throughout the floating island, and many people want to see what kind of Tianzhong material is fortunate enough to become his apostle.

......

On the altar stands an irregular black monument, the surface of which is covered with totems and embedded in the ground.

Next to it, there are two tall stone statues of ancient mages.

The monument and the two stone statues are encircled, guarding the dark red stone platform in the middle.

There is a powerful magic weapon embedded in the stone platform, called the astrolabe, which is a treasure inherited from ancient times.

The entire altar was connected by a formation, and it was through this that the Academy Palace accurately identified each mage's talent and cultivation and awarded the corresponding rank.

Vice Dean Zhuang and two teachers stood on the edge of the stone platform, one of the young teachers holding a plate covered with red brocade and a delicate dark gold dagger in both hands.

When the new students walk up to the altar, they need to take the dagger from the teacher's hand, cut their fingers, and drip a drop of blood on the stone platform.

When the blood droplets dissolve, the totems on the black monument will bloom and move on their own, eventually combining into a line of large golden characters.

......

"Mu Chen, divine sense...... Three-tailed, mental strength...... Yellow Rank 6 Section. ”

"The sky is strange, and the divine consciousness is ...... Three-tailed, mental strength...... Yellow Rank Nine Sections. ”

"Meng Jiang, Divine Sense...... Two tails, mental strength...... Yellow Rank 3 Sections. ”

"Chu Hanjiang, divine sense...... Two tails, mental strength...... The seventh stage of the Yellow Order. ”

......

Confucius seemed to be happy to stand beside Mu Liu, and never walked away.

"The overall standard of this year's freshmen is much better than in previous years, which is a good sign. Kong Jiaoxi sighed, with an imperceptible look of joy on his face.

Eleven years old is a watershed moment.

The vast majority of gifted people begin to condense their divine consciousness from the time they can remember, under the guidance of their family members and teachers, and after six or seven years of practice, their potential will be fully manifested around the age of eleven.

The talent and potential have been determined, and subsequent cultivation will improve the divine consciousness and telekinesis, but it will not make much breakthrough.

Some of the freshmen showed quite good talents, which sparked heated discussions.

But this situation is not a good thing for those senior brothers and sisters who watch the excitement.

At this time, the Heavenly Dao Hall of Nuoda erupted in amazement.

Because, the big golden characters on the monument are simply unbelievable.

"Qin Feng, Divine Sense...... One tail, mental strength ...... A section of the Xuan Steps. ”

The strength of telekinesis is divided into four grades based on Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, and each level is subdivided into nine sections, and there are qualitative differences between different grades.

In terms of mental strength alone, a mage of the first stage of the Xuan Rank could easily crush a mage of the ninth stage of the Yellow Rank.

Hundreds of eyes were fixed on the thin boy who had stepped down from the altar, so that few people noticed that a boy who looked no more than eleven years old had stepped up to the altar and picked up a dagger.

Mu Liu's gaze also fell on the foreign boy who had just stepped off the altar, and he knew what it meant to "have a tail of divine consciousness and a section of mental strength Xuanjie".

A mage with only one tail of divine consciousness will have two extremes.

One is the worst of the mages, the mental strength is extremely ordinary, and he can only hover on the edge of the Hinayana realm for the rest of his life, and if he is lucky, he may even get the honorary title of a junior mage with his knowledge.

This situation is very common in the school palace.

The other situation is completely opposite, like Qin Feng, who has an extremely strong mind, and grows all the way, he has every chance to break through the realm and be promoted to a high-ranking mage, which is rare in a thousand years.

"Hey, that's ...... Adamantite?"

Mu Liu found that the dagger in his hand was extraordinary, and the inscription sword tied to his waist was undoubtedly overshadowed by it.

"With a good eye, this dagger is indeed made of pure gold. Vice President Zhuang replied.

Mu Liu asked, "What's its name?"

"Dragon scales. ”

"It's sealed, isn't it?"

"Yes. ”

"It's a pity. ”

Mu Liu felt sorry for the dragon scales, and his heart was inexplicably sad.

He knew his ability very well, and with the mentality of a game, he used the dragon scale to gently cut a hole on his fingertips, and a drop of blood flowed out, dripping on the stone platform.

The blood droplets dissolved, but the monument did not treat Mu Liu like the new students in front of it, and there was no movement for a long time.

"Even if I'm not talented, I should show it. It's so unresponsive and too devastating. ”

Mu Liu thought so in his heart.

The students and teachers in the main hall noticed something unusual, and many of the eyes that fell on Qin Feng shifted to Mu Liu's body, inquiring about his identity.

Mu Liu looked at Vice Dean Zhuang and the two teachers on the stage, and saw that the other party was also puzzled.

"Is it because I don't have enough blood?"

After saying that, Mu Liu picked up the dragon scales that had been put on the plate, intending to cut them again.

was stopped by Vice President Zhuang.

Mu Liu looked up, and the totem on the giant monument had undergone some changes, moving slowly.

(The title of this chapter is a bit difficult to choose)