Qin Han walked out of the small courtyard in a state of despair, falling into endless self-blame and repentance.

Outside the small courtyard, the old housekeeper was still waiting quietly like an old yellow pine, Seeing Qin Han come out, he simply asked a few words about what happened inside, and then took Qin Han out of the deep mansion compound with nine turns and eighteen turns.

As night fell, Qin Han, who returned to his residence, began to write his diary by the faint candlelight:

"On June 22, the weather was clear, sunny to cloudy, and the evening was cold.

I returned to the residence of the servant in a distraught, and my heart fell into endless self-condemnation, Qin Han, Qin Han, how can you be so dirty, what do you have in your head all day long?

……

The eldest lady of the Bai family is a good person. ”

The last word fell, and he was quite sentimental.

"Hey......"

He sighed deeply.

Self-blame and loss.

Although he said he didn't want to, his body was very honest.

Bai Ling'er has ice muscles and jade bones, a graceful figure, and an absolute temperament, surpassing many women of the same age......

He shook his head and continued to pick up his pen.

"Qin Han, Qin Han, what are you thinking? You're just a minion, always remember to put yourself in the right place......"

——

Half a month passed quietly, and as the date for the North Sword Gate to recruit disciples approached, the flow of people in the entire Qingjiang City also reached the highest peak.

Countless monks who gathered from the south and north of the world and wanted to worship the North Sword Gate, such as carp crossing the river. It's just that the dragon gate has not been opened at this moment, so they all choose to stay in the "lower river section" of Qingjiang City to wait for the opportunity.

The morning light in the east gradually moved, the dawn of dawn shone on the sky, and many monks staying in the city felt the purple vapor steaming in the sky, and they all got up and left the city one after another, rushing towards the North Sword Gate.

Tens of thousands of monks went out of the city together, like a torrent sweeping the land, forming a magnificent scene.

In the most magnificent hall of the North Sword Gate.

Many elders and deacons saluted in unison to the old figure with a heavy aura above with great respect, "Meet the ancestor!" ”

The ancestor of the Northern Sword Sect sitting upright, with white eyebrows and white beard, was wearing a brand new navy blue robe.

He nodded slightly to the many elders and deacons below, his face majestic.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my Northern Sword Sect recruits new disciples every three years, and the selection of disciples must be of the highest quality in terms of qualifications and character! Absorbing fresh blood is the foundation for maintaining the longevity of a sect, and you must do your best! ”

"We will keep our eyes open and go all out!" All the people in the main hall bowed down in worship.

The Northern Sword Sect Ancestor nodded slowly.

Many elders and deacons slowly retreated, but the old man on the mighty side did not leave in a hurry, but sat on the royal chair made of the Heavenly Divine Stone, his eyes wandering.

Then he sneered:

"Hmph, stinky boy, I still want to enter the old man's North Sword Gate, an idiot is dreaming!"

He never forgot the kid who didn't know what to do in Qingjiang City yesterday and dared to beat him three games in a row, and when he thought of that guy with a cheap smile on his face, he was exhausted.

But at this time, it is extremely painful!

The requirements for recruiting disciples in the Northern Sword Sect have always been above the middle stage of forging. But after he returned to the sect last night, he asked the elders of the sect overnight to change the condition for entering the North Sword Gate to be in the late stage of the Forging Body Realm.

Because, that stinky boy happened to be in the middle of the forging realm.

If the other party comes in, what will he be disgusted with?

After all, as a row of patriarchs, he can't let go of his face, and if he is embarrassed by a small middle of the forging realm at the ceremony of recruiting disciples, it will inevitably be poked in the backbone and said that he is stingy.

But what if the other party can't even touch the threshold of entering the North Sword Gate?

Hahaha!

The old man couldn't help but feel a big chunk in his heart.

As the patriarch of the Northern Sword Sect, the top faction in the Huoyun Kingdom, his gaze was so vicious, when he was playing chess, he could see through that kid's qualifications at a glance.

That qualification, really...... It's hard to put into words.

The dog shook his head.

It is impossible to break through to the late stage of forging!

When I thought that after the other party came to the North Sword Gate, I suddenly learned that after changing the rules, I had to forge the body in the late stage of the realm to enter the North Sword Gate, how uncomfortable was my heart?

The old man felt in a good mood when he thought of the lonely look of the broken boy when he left in ashes.

Looking down and smiling, he turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared into the main hall, returning to his abode.

But not long after he entered the small courtyard in the back mountain, suddenly a beautiful woman's voice came to mind outside the courtyard gate:

"Ancestor, Ziyue is here."

The old man in the courtyard nodded, the female disciple outside the courtyard gate was named Murong Ziyue, who was talented and intelligent, and was extremely favored by him.

So a few days ago, I told the other party that if there is anything I don't understand about cultivation, I can come to him, the ancestor, to solve my doubts.

He just wanted to speak, but a cheap voice suddenly recalled in his mind:

"Old man, your chess style is steady and steady, very open, and you are a gentleman's road, which is admirable! Unlike the patriarch of the North Sword Gate, not to mention his fame and reputation, he is still messing around with the relationship between men and women in the North Sword Gate, I heard that the ancestor even has the good of Longyang! It's just perverted! ”

The old man was stunned in place, and his divine sense glanced at Murong Ziyue, who came alone, outside, and the old man was uneasy.

After holding it for a long time, he slowly spoke:

"Murong Ziyue, you go back first, the old man is not free today."

Outside the courtyard, Murong Ziyue was stunned for a moment, but she still bowed and retreated, but the disappointment and confusion in her eyes were very obvious.

But she hadn't walked a few steps before the ancestor's voice sounded again, "Ziyue, bring a few more disciples with you next time, there are differences between men and women, we can't be alone in the same courtyard." ”

Murong Ziyue's body froze, and she was stunned for a while before she reacted, and hurriedly turned around and bowed respectfully in the direction of the courtyard.

"Yes, Patriarch!"

In the sword hall of the North Sword Gate, Murong Ziyue's face was ugly, and she summoned the two maids who were waiting by the hall gate, and tried her best to restrain her anger and said:

"Go and check on me, see who is chewing the root of the tongue behind your back, and come back to me as soon as there is news, and the Holy Maiden herself will go and tear his mouth apart!"

"Yes, Holy Maiden!"

The two maids trembled and hurriedly bowed and exited the hall.

But Murong Ziyue still felt unfair, she was able to get the guidance of the ancestor in person, which has always been the envy of countless peers, but today's patriarch's attitude towards her is extremely cold and unfamiliar.

The patriarch's words are very clear, even a fool knows the meaning, let alone a smart person like her.

Someone must have been jealous of her, so they made up some gossip to destroy the patriarch's good impression of her, thus completely ruining her future.

His heart can be punished!

Murong Ziyue's eyes were full of cold killing intent.

As a saint of the sect, the energy she has in the sect is extremely huge, except for the ancestor and the sect master, she is the greatest.

In just two or three hours, the two maids hurried back and handed over a list of nineteen men.

Behind each person's name, there are also some vulgar words that are difficult to hear.

Murong Ziyue smashed the table and chair with one palm, and angrily walked out of the Holy Maiden Peak.

Half an hour later, outside the Holy Maiden Peak, there were nineteen young talents from the North Sword Gate kneeling in front of the Holy Maiden Peak with blue noses and swollen faces, even if they were tied up by five flowers, they did not forget to keep kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Holy Maiden spare your life, we really didn't arrange you and the ancestor!"

"Yes, even if you kill us, we don't have the guts! Oops! ”

"Holy Maiden, spare us!"

Murong Ziyue looked angry, and kept waving the whip in his hand, "Then these words are always said by you, right?" ”

The people with blue noses and swollen faces looked at the paper in the hand of the holy woman, and on the paper, some extremely indecent sentences were written.

What waist is like water, what legs are tight, what saint has chased me a few times but I have been cruelly rejected, what has been done, too clingy and rested......

Everyone lowered their heads, their faces ashamed, and they were embarrassed, "Holy Maiden, we just have a little fantasy......"

Murong Ziyue was angry.

In an instant, a miserable howl resounded through the Holy Maiden Peak.

When it is true, the listener is sad, and the listener is weeping.

Let's say that on the side of Qingjiang City, as countless monks left Qingjiang City, the originally crowded Qingjiang City became extremely deserted in an instant.

It was also at this time that Qin Han followed behind Bai Ling'er's sedan chair and embarked on the road to the North Sword Gate.

The team was just thirty-one people, Bai Ling'er, and thirty servants, including Qin Han.

To Qin Han's surprise, the old butler was not in the team, he originally thought that the old butler would follow.

After all, these people have just been summoned into the Bai Mansion, and none of them belong to the Bai family.

He shook his head secretly, this Bai family should really be relieved, just let the thirty of them follow Bai Ling'er into the mountain.

Qin Han thought like this.

But later he realized how binding a contract of selling one's body was in a world where there were so many cultivators. And the Bai family was not worried at all that these thirty servants would rebel or disobey.

The speed of the group was very fast, and after coming out of Qingjiang City, it only took half an hour to come to the mountain gate of the North Sword Gate.

The huge mountain gate stood at the foot of the mountain, and there were three big characters of 'North Sword Gate' dancing on the door, Qin Han' glanced at the words on the gate, and suddenly felt a tingling in his eyes.

Every stroke of the three words is like a peerless sword with an extremely sharp handle, and when you look up, the words will emit a brilliant sword light, and as soon as the sword light comes out, there will be wisps of mysterious sword qi escaping from the words, enveloping the entire mountain gate.

Looking at it in a flash, the whole mountain gate is covered with clouds and mist, which is very dreamy.

Such a magical scene made him feel quite surprised, and secretly guessed that this mountain gate was full of mysteries, and those three words were probably also engraved by top sword cultivators.

But now is not the time to stop and watch the scenery, Qin Han stood in the middle of the team and walked slowly through the gate.

The mountain peak where the North Sword Gate is located is extremely large, and as soon as you enter the gate, you will find a curved path that slopes upward, all of which are paved with bluestone slabs.

There are also many monks who have just gone up the mountain on the mountain road, some of them go to observe the grand ceremony of recruiting disciples in the three-year realm of the North Sword Gate, and some are sending the children of their own family to the North Sword Gate, hoping that their children are lucky enough to be selected as disciples by the people of the North Sword Gate among many peers.

When these people saw Qin Han and the others passing by, their eyes were full of envy.

"See? Like this, those who can take many family servants up the mountain must have become disciples of the Northern Sword Sect. ”

There was also a sharp-eyed exclaim, "This is the sedan chair of the eldest lady of the Bai family!" I heard that the eldest lady of the Bai family entered the North Sword Gate three years ago, and she made great progress from the middle stage of the forging body, and rushed directly to the peak of the Ren Dan Realm, her strength was extremely terrifying, and in the end, she directly obtained the right to use an outer gate mountain seal in the North Sword Gate! ”

"No wonder you bring so many servants up the mountain."

……

Words like this go on and on.

There were also some monks who looked at Qin Han and the others' team with unkind faces, and some people looked at the sedan chair where Bai Ling'er was located, with a lewd expression.

Qin Han, as the leader of the team going up the mountain this time, suddenly felt a huge pressure. These people who don't know where they came from can't perceive specific cultivation at all, but each one of them gives him the feeling of facing a mountain.

Obviously, these people are all high-level cultivators, and they are not afraid of the Bai family at all, so when those eyes with different expressions swept through the team, there was no restraint at all!

He was extremely cautious, for fear that none of these people would rush up without their lives, wanting to gnaw on Bai Ling'er's fat.

He who bore the brunt of the attack, I am afraid that he will be torn apart in an instant and die in Huangquan.

However, to his rejoice, these people just looked at it and didn't do it.

After a long hour, some corners of the palace were finally faintly visible at the top of the hill ahead, and the red corners of the palace were hidden in the trees, which was quite spectacular.

"It's finally time to reach our destination."

He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to beckon the people behind him to speed up.

But when everyone was walking, suddenly there was an earth-shattering tiger roar in front of them!

The majestic roar of the tiger spread all over the mountain road, shaking people's eardrums, and there were rocks rolling down on the cliffs on both sides.

Many of the monks who were ascending the mountain were so frightened that they fled in all directions, screaming.

"What's going on?"

Qin Han frowned, staring at the front.

Bai Ling'er in the sedan chair in the back also poked her head out, looked towards the source of the sound, and suddenly saw more than a dozen yellow shadows appearing at the end of the mountain road in front of her.

"That's a tiger!"

Qin Han's pupils at the front of the team suddenly shrank, and he exclaimed.

It's spectacular!

More than a dozen descending tigers, each about five feet tall, majestic, were rushing down from the mountain.

The tiger roared and roared.

"Protect Miss!"

After a brief moment of shock, Qin Han reacted violently and hurriedly shouted behind him.

Because these dozen or so tigers that came down the mountain, after sprinting hundreds of meters, they rushed towards their team!

"Be careful, there are demon beasts in the sect that have escaped!"

Just after Qin Han's voice fell, suddenly an anxious voice appeared at the end of the mountain road, as if reminding everyone who had just gone up the mountain.

But the other party's notification is too late.

The dozen or so tigers were only two or three hundred meters away from them. With such a short distance, for these extremely fast beasts, they can rush through in the blink of an eye!

The many servants behind him were all trembling, and Qin Han pulled out the long sword at his waist with a bang, ready to fight to the death.

But at this critical moment, in my head, the voice of the system sounded out at an inopportune time: