Mount Qingcheng.

There were ten young disciples standing in the main hall, all of them with swords at their waists and their spirits flying. A middle-aged man at the head of the hall looked over one by one, and the front was quite satisfied, each of them was his proud disciple, either a genius or a talented person, but when he saw the last one, his two eyebrows were imperceptibly raised.

The last disciple was ordinary-looking, not tall, his eyes were slightly evasive, and his hands were gently kneading, as if he didn't know where to put them, in stark contrast to the other energetic disciples.

His name is He Jun, he was originally just an outer disciple of Qingcheng Mountain, and he was usually responsible for sprinkling water and sweeping the floor, and his talent was also very average, so it stands to reason that he was not qualified to go to the [Demon Slayer Initial Training Camp] at all.

He was able to enter this team by a complete accident.

In previous years, when Qingcheng Mountain selected the places to go to the [Demon Slayer Initial Training Camp], it was always the head of the sect who personally selected young disciples with good talents, but this year, the head of the sect was ill, so he handed over this matter to the deputy head.

This deputy head usually loves to perform, and has always liked to win people's hearts and engage in some novel things, so as to prove that he is different from the pedantic head, and this time it is the same, he said that for the sake of fairness, this time he will not do that set of internal decisions, and it is recommended that no matter the outer door or the inner door, all the disciples will draw lots together, and whoever they catch is counted.

This move was really sensational, and everyone praised this deputy head for being open-minded and democratic, and every disciple was gearing up, hoping that his luck would be better and he would be able to draw himself.

As a result, the head of the sect knew about it, and scolded him for a long time, saying that the annual [Demon Slayer Initial Training Camp] is not only to contribute new demon slayers to the country, but also a good opportunity for various sects to compete secretly, if the number of disciples who pass the assessment in Qingcheng Mountain ranks at the bottom in the end, who will take this responsibility?

The deputy head reacted abruptly at this time, but the words had already been spoken, and taking it back was undoubtedly equivalent to a slap in the face, so he thought of another way, and set ten talented disciples in advance, and stuffed the selected note into their fingers, and then it was just a formality, but it was actually a few of them.

Although the final result will definitely be questioned by other disciples, how can it be that these disciples who usually perform well have caught lots, but there is no evidence to say anything, and it is already the only way for the deputy head to make up for this mistake.

On the day of the lot, everything was going well, one after another the inner disciples caught the lot, but one of them made a mistake, he put his hand into the big box, and the note that had been stuffed between his fingers in advance accidentally fell.

In desperation, he had to pick one at random, and of course he was unsurprisingly defeated.

The lucky one finally fell to He Jun.

Looking at this ordinary outer disciple, the deputy head couldn't help but feel a little bored in his heart, but fortunately, there was only this one mistake, even if his final results were not good, and even if he was eliminated by the [Demon Slayer Initial Training Camp], it would not affect the reputation of the entire Qingcheng Mountain.

"He Jun, when you go out with a few of your junior brothers, you have to talk less and do more, and listen to their arrangements, do you know?" The deputy head gave him a cold look.

That's right, those outstanding disciples are He Jun's junior disciples, He Jun worshiped Qingcheng Mountain when he was very young, it has been seven or eight years ago, and there has been no progress, and he is still sprinkling water and sweeping the floor at the outer gate, no wonder the deputy head looks down on him, but lets him listen to the words of those junior disciples.

"Yes......" He Jun lowered his head and clenched his hands gently.

No one saw it, and there was a faint white light emanating from his palm.

"Alright, let's go!" The deputy head waved his hand.

Those disciples said goodbye, and then turned around and left with a smile, and no one paid attention to the so-called senior brother He Jun.

He Jun walked at the end, his figure looked lonely and lonely, but the white light kept emanating from his palm.

"Ouch-"

An exclamation sounded, and He Jun tripped over the door of the main hall, fell on the spot, and his ankle swollen on the spot.

"What a piece of rubb...... Your life's luck has run out this time! The deputy head snorted coldly, ignored him at all, and turned around and walked towards the apse.

Outside the door of the main hall, He Jun seemed to be relieved, stood up with difficulty holding on to the door frame, and continued to walk with a limp, and the white light in his palm finally disappeared.

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Shangjing City, in a courtyard.

Song Chongjian sat in front of the computer, reviewed the information of the newcomers one by one, and said with emotion while reading: "There are a lot of geniuses this time!" ”

"That is, you let the wind out, saying that this time you are going to start a class in person, aren't those geniuses going crazy to gather here?" Behind him stood a woman in her early thirties, her appearance was not amazingly good-looking, but her facial features gave people a very comfortable feeling, and everything complemented each other, as if she was born to grow on her face, giving people a sense of intimacy, like a big sister next door.

Her name is Si Yao, and she is the current deputy commander of [Demon Slayer].