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Time flies, and just ten days go by in a flash. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In these ten days, Wang Dong hired people to renovate the dilapidated mansion, and boiled the four fibrous roots with nearly 1,000 years of wind and dampness medicine into a decoction, which cured his father Wang Yuanshan's old cold waist for many years.

Wang Yuanshan, who is suddenly rich, doesn't have to go to mining anymore, he has nearly 10,000 taels of silver tickets, and with his thrifty nature after many years of hardship, I am afraid that he will not be able to spend it in the second half of his life.

And when the father and son went out, they could no longer hear any gossip.

At this point, the bitter and desperate days will never return, and there will often be cheerful and bright laughter in the courtyard of the Wang family.

In addition to everything, Wang Dong was not carried away by the sudden happy life, but whenever he had free time, he would bury his head in practicing the three-style knife technique.

He clearly knew that if he didn't advance against the current, he would retreat, and this would be the only way for him to save his life and deal with all kinds of accidents after he entered the Qingluo Sect and before he reached the Qi Cultivation Realm.

In addition to the three swords that he comprehended, Wang Dong has also been struggling to ponder the remaining fifteen-style knife techniques of the "Wind and Thunder Instant Knife Technique", but unfortunately there is no progress in the slightest, and he has never been able to grasp the essentials.

As for the first layer of Zhu Ling's supreme divine skill, the "Inner Breath Rushing Mind Method" during the body forging period, Wang Dong did not practice.

The reason is very simple, no matter which sect of cultivating immortals, new disciples can have martial arts such as swordsmanship and swordsmanship, but they are never allowed to cultivate internal breath in advance, and the sect wants loyal disciples who have been cultivated since childhood.

Of course, ordinary people can't practice internal breath if they want to cultivate it, and the inner breath method has always been firmly controlled by these immortal sects, and it is strictly forbidden to spread it to the slightest......

It was late at night, Wang Dong served his father and fell asleep, and after practicing sword skills in the small courtyard for a while, he could no longer calm down.

Tomorrow, tomorrow is the first day of winter, and it is the day when the Qingluo Sect sends people to Red Maple City to select disciples.

Wang Dong held the long knife tightly, looked up at the gray night sky, and his heart was surging for a while, he couldn't help shouting in his heart: "Tomorrow, I, Wang Dong, will definitely worship in the fairy gate!"

As if in response, a few snowflakes suddenly fell in the night sky and fell on Wang Dong's thin and resolute face.

The cold snowflakes melt at the touch of the face, silently.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier......

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The sky was already bright, but in the gray sky, the heavy snow was still falling, but fortunately there was no wind.

However, on this snowy day, there were thousands of empty alleys in Red Maple City, and as long as men, women, and children could walk, they all wore thick cotton robes, waded through the thick snow, and rushed towards the direction of the city lord's mansion in the center of the small city.

Outside the tall and solemn castle lord's mansion, there is a wide square, and in the middle of the square is a platform made of half-human high bluestone, which is called "Dengsendai".

Every year, the Qingluo Sect will come to this stage to conduct a spiritual root test on the young people who have reached the age of seventeen in Red Maple City, and those who pass will be given an identity jade plate to enter the door.

At this moment, the square around Dengsendai was bustling with residents of Red Maple City who shared the prosperous world, but the closest to Dengsendai was a group of young boys and girls with longing or anxiety on their faces.

They are the candidates for this year's Xianmen test, and Wang Dong and Huzi are naturally among them.

However, around Wang Dong and Huzi, there was a vacant place for the boss.

The big black tiger has a simple and honest face, naturally no one is afraid of him, but next to the tiger, Wang Dong, who has a thin and resolute face and a strong atmosphere, makes those peers fearful.

This guy really dares to play with knives, a ruthless man with explosive force, I didn't hear that the seventeen or eighteen nursing homes of the He family were all knocked to the ground by him, not only slapped and kicked He Renyi, the eldest master of He, but even He Wei's younger brother He Yong was also cut off his tendons.

Wang Dong didn't care about the attitude of others at all, he dusted off the snow falling on his cotton robe, smiled at his father in the crowd not far away, and set his eyes on the city lord's mansion on the east side.

Within the dark palace wall, there is a tall tower, and at this time, next to the huge bronze bell hanging on the top floor of the tower, is sitting the city lord Song Zhong, who is in good spirits, and behind him stands two rows of men in strong suits wearing long swords at their waists.

The snow continued to fall, Song Zhong looked down at the bustling crowd around Dengxiantai, and asked without looking back, "What time is it?"

"Qiqi City Lord, it's time. A guard behind him replied.

Song Zhong nodded, and looked through the boiling snow curtain in surprise into the depths of the snow-capped mountains in the northwest.

Huh, strange, in the past, the senior brothers and disciples sent by the sect to select disciples will definitely appear at the time of the hour, and it is already the time at this moment, how can it ......

Song Zhong was wondering, but at this moment, the roots of his ears suddenly moved, and then he breathed a sigh of relief with joy on his face, and said, "It's here!"

At the end of the line of sight, in the white snow curtain, a red line loomed into the background.

This red line came very quickly, and with an increasingly sharp sound of breaking wind, it had already flown above Song Zhong's head in a moment, and when he looked closely, it was actually a small red sword that was an inch long.

After the translucent red sword circled around the air, it suddenly exploded like fireworks with a "bang", revealing two big characters of "Qingluo" that flickered and disappeared, and then gradually dissipated like fireflies.

"Air Sword Communication?"

Song Zhong got up from the chair violently, raised his hand and shouted, "Ring the bell quickly!"

"When...... While...... When ......"

The sound of eight bells rang far away, echoing melodiously in the mountains surrounding the town.

Wang Dong stood beside Dengxiantai for a while, and turned around with everyone, looking towards the northwest sky.

On the rolling and snow-capped mountains, nine black dots gradually appeared in the vast sky, visible to the naked eye, these black dots slowly became larger, vaguely like some kind of bird flapping its wings from far and near......

"Wow...... Woo ......"

A crisp and melodious chirp came into my ears, and someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "It's a crane, it's a white crane." ”

Wang Dong looked into the distance, and sure enough, he saw two rows of white cranes arranged in the shape of 'humans' stretching their wings, flying closer and closer in the snow.

Gradually, Wang Dong found that on the backs of the white cranes with huge bodies and elegant postures, there were figures sitting steadily in fluttering clothes.

"On a snowy day, riding a crane to the red maple, when will my king be able to wander between heaven and earth like this?"

Wang Dong looked at the white cranes and figures one by one, and couldn't help but feel surging and longing.

However, at this moment, a clear sound suddenly sounded in the sky above his head!

Wang Dong Huo Ran raised his head, and saw that on the top of the tower in the city lord's mansion, a dazzling long sword flew out of thin air.

At the same time, Song Zhong, an old man in a wide robe and big sleeves, pointed to the ground on tiptoe, and "whew" jumped up and stepped on the flying sword, and crossed the sky above everyone with one person and one sword, and greeted the crane people who were not far from the city.

Wang Dong's eyes were extremely hot, and listening to the exclamations of the crowd around him, he only felt that the blood in his body was boiling......

Outside the west gate of Red Maple City, two rows of gliding white cranes slowly landed on the ground, and after the owner on his back lifted his feet to the ground, they flapped their wings and flew away, and disappeared in the vast snow in a moment.

Song Zhong, the city lord who arrived just in time, waved his flying sword with a wave of his sleeves, and quickly walked towards a purple-robed middle-aged man who led the crowd.

"I don't know if the peak master is here in person, and my disciple Song Zhong is far away. ”

A hint of a smile appeared on the ruddy face of the purple-robed middle-aged man, waved his hand, and said, "No need to be polite, you didn't know that the old man would come beforehand, let's go, lead the way ahead." ”

"Yes,"

After Song Zhong answered, he turned sideways to lead the way in front of him, and asked hesitantly: "Peak master, the disciple remembers that the disciples were selected in previous years, and the sect sent them are all inner disciples of the same generation as me, this time the peak master is here in person, I don't know ......."

The purple-robed middle-aged man nodded slightly, and said with a slightly solemn face: "It's nothing to say to you, you will know sooner or later."

Half a year ago, there was a sudden change in the Fengdemon Ridge in the extreme north, and after the sect got the news, it successively sent eighty percent of the inner disciples of the foundation building period to the extreme north.

At this time, there was a shortage of manpower in the gate, and the other three peak masters cooperated with the sect master to guard the mountain gate and had no time to separate, so the old man, an idler, would take the initiative to ask Ying to go on this journey in person. ”

"Far North, Seal the Demon Ridge?"

Song Zhong's face changed, and he couldn't help but say nervously: "Peak Lord, according to legend, five hundred years ago, wasn't the Sealing Demon Ridge sealed by the four great immortal sect patriarchs including my sect joining forces to set up a formation?

The purple-robed middle-aged man took a deep breath, and suddenly smiled: "Song Zhong, you don't have to worry about the affairs of the sect, your task is to manage Red Maple City well, by the way, how many people have participated in the selection test this year?"

"Lord Huifeng, there are a total of two hundred and sixteen people who have reached the age of seventeen, and the disciples have ordered them to be registered one by one. ”

"Well, well done,"

The middle-aged man in the purple robe nodded with satisfaction to show his approval, but he sighed secretly in his heart: Alas, this time, I Qingluo don't know how many more people I can receive, I hope there will be no less......