Xishu, Tiandu City, Xiling Courtyard.

The rain was pouring down.

A gauzy rain mist hung down and hung all over the cloudy day.

Outside the courtyard, a crowd of people gathered in twos and threes, it was really noisy, and the tiredness and impatience that could not be escaped spread all over their faces, and the inexplicable nervousness spread like smoke.

Suddenly there was a creak and the door opened.

A white-robed figure pushed open the door of thousands of eyes, and forcibly snatched all eyes away, and the courtyard was full of noise, and it became cold for a moment.

The noise suddenly stopped...... Everyone held their breath, and a large gasp of breath could be faintly heard.

Those eyes full of anticipation looked at the white-robed man in unison, to be precise, at the list in the white-robed man's hand.

Wei Liang, who was dressed in a white robe and a short shirt, was only the lowest-level lecturer of Xiling Academy, but at the moment he was in control of the fate of many people.

The fate of many people will be changed by this paper, from a bright pearl to an iron ball that no one can see, or from obscurity to the existence of stars and moons.

It's all about the paper, whether there is a name or not.

Today is the day of the opening and selection of Xiling Academy.

All those who are over the age of 12 and under the age of 18 are eligible to sign up, and those who have the qualifications for cultivation are one in a hundred, but those who dare to come to Xiling Academy to sign up are mostly children with qualifications.

Even so, in this group of people, I am afraid that there are less than double digits of people who can successfully enter Xiling Courtyard and become the mainstay of Shu many years later.

The founding of the Western Shu Dynasty is only more than 200 years old, which is too weak compared with the thousand-year-old historical heritage of the Eastern Dynasty.

Whether it is the number of cultivators, or the quantity and quality of sects, it is incomparable, there are dozens or hundreds of powerful sects in the Eastern Dynasty, and there are countless sects that can be called first-class.

However, in Xishu, on the rivers and lakes, there are only a handful of colleges that can be famous in the world, and Xiling Academy happens to be one of them.

There was silence.

Wei Liang slowly smoothed the dim piece of paper in his hand, cleared his throat, and said, "There is still only one person with excellent understanding this year. ”

Hearing this, many people slowly lowered their heads, as if they already knew the result and knew that the person was definitely not themselves.

The confident young man in the corner was in a low mood at this time, stunned, and his face was empty.

"It's still him, Mo Shen, who has excellent understanding but no lifeline of cultivation. Wei Liang vaguely remembered that he had said these words several times since he took office.

After speaking, Wei Liang looked up at everyone and said, "You don't need to take it to heart, the road of cultivation is long, although understanding is very important, but if there is no lifeline of cultivation, then you can't even take the first step." ”

As he said this, heavy footsteps could be heard in the distance.

The clogs stepped on the stagnant water, clicking, clicking......

The footsteps came to the outside of the courtyard, in front of the door, suddenly stopped, and the crowd followed the sound and looked straight over.

The rough workmanship of the hat, wearing the most common coarse linen clothes of the Shu people, the face is too ordinary, but the deep and dark pupils are unforgettable.

Although it was late, the answer I wanted to hear had just been heard.

Expected, isn't it?

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work. With that, he turned and walked away without hesitation.

Leaving everyone with a clean and neat back, but I don't know how many people have envious and pitying eyes.

A young girl said, "If only I had as much understanding as him." ”

The elder beside her smiled and rubbed her head, "I envy him for what he has done, a person who has not cultivated the lifeline is just an ordinary person after all." ”

Today, however, it is fortunate that there are three people with superior understanding. ”

Wei Liang's words once again ignited everyone's hope, and they looked at Wei Liang intently again, and even more began to pray, hoping that there would be themselves among the three of them.

However, what their qualifications are, and how many people can enter Xiling Academy today, have nothing to do with him.

Because of him, it is Mo Shen!

For six years, Mo Shen had already become accustomed to this answer, this result.

There are no people in Shu who practice lifeline, the streets are full of them, there is nothing surprising, but he is more eager to become a cultivator than ordinary people.

It's not that he pretends to leave in style, but he is afraid that if he stays for a moment longer, he will have more desire.

When he met an acquaintance on the road to say hello, Mo Shen just nodded slightly, not because he was in a very bad mood due to falling off the list, but his personality was like this.

Walk around all the way to the bazaar where dragons and snakes are mixed.

The rain suddenly became louder, and it seemed to fall on a lonely place......

As for Mo Shen, it was still that face, his expression was still indifferent, as if nothing in this world could shake him.

"Mo Shen, do you want to take home the crucian carp that just arrived this morning?" shouted the fish seller.

Aunt Li, who was hiding from the rain under the eaves and setting up a stall of vegetables, smiled at Mo Shen and said, "Don't listen to him, his crucian carp has been sold for several years, and every year he says that he just arrived this morning." ”

After a while, Mo Shen held a fish in one hand and a handful of macaroni in the other, turned around the familiar alley, and heard the shouts of selling rock sugar gourds in the distance from time to time.

In line with the heart of only looking at it and not buying it, he wanted to take a few looks, Mo Shen knew a secret that ordinary people didn't know, that is, most of the people who sold rock sugar gourds in Tiandu City were not selling rock sugar gourds.

Between the eaves, a glimmer of sky, Mo Shen stood in the gap.

"Here, I want a string of rock sugar gourds. ”

"Give ......"

The seemingly inconspicuous transaction was completed, and no one noticed that the man handed over a few copper coins and held a small note folded into a square shape.

But Mo Shen saw it, and he knew that whenever the person who sold rock sugar gourds made a "business", he would immediately follow the flow of people and disappear without a trace.

He could have known more, but he didn't dare, for the simple reason that he was not a cultivator.

Cultivators, in the eyes of ordinary people, are immortals with mana, who go to heaven and earth, and can do anything.

Powerful cultivators can even move mountains and seas and have the ability to destroy the heavens and the earth, so it is not too much to say that they are immortals, at least the deeper the cultivation, the longer the lifespan.

Everyone aspires to become a cultivator, but Mo Shen's desire to become a cultivator is deep in the bone marrow.

There was a sudden gust of wind, and the wind howled and swept through, and the fallen leaves were blown away.

This tiresome rain is still falling.

Back to the familiar street, the old road full of scars.

Suburbs.

Dilapidated suburbs.

The dilapidated suburbs by the Wei River, counting along the river, the third gate, an inconspicuous small medical hall.

That was Mo Shen's destination, that was his home.

Mo Shen pushed the door and entered, and there was a man in his early forties with a kind face sitting inside.

Although it is sitting, the broken chair has only two feet, and if ordinary people are bound to sit unsteadily, even if they sit down, they have to work hard to maintain their balance.

However, Yu Wen had a leisurely face, as if he had just woken up from a dream, he opened his eyes and glanced indifferently at Mo Shen who walked through the door.

"Uncle, is the fish steamed or fried?" he asked.

Although he already had the answer to this question in his heart, he still asked the last sentence according to the usual rules.

Yu Wen continued to close his eyes and recuperate, and even cocked Erlang's legs, "Steam." ”

Even if there is only one foot on the ground, the chair with only two feet under the butt does not even shake at all, and it is as stable as a mountain.

Although Uncle Yu had never admitted that he was a cultivator, Mo Shen knew that he was.

He is not only a cultivator, but also a cultivator with an extremely high realm, a person who has been cultivating all the time, how can his realm be low?

It's just that for some reason, such a powerful cultivator would deign to the world and become a physician in an inconspicuous medical hall.

The smoke had just risen, just as night was falling.

It's too late, it's fast, and the head catcher of the yamen has already run all over the Tiandu City, leading dozens of people and horses......

The whole city on alert?

For a while, everyone smelled a hint of something unusual and hid at home so as not to get into trouble.

In just half a pillar of incense, the streets and alleys were suddenly empty, and Tiandu City rarely found a piece of silence.

At this moment, far to the west, there was a deafening sound at the west gate of the city!!

The gates of the city, which were once open, had been locked at some point, but at this time, they were split open by a sword, and they were still smashed......

The guards standing in front of the city gate, all of them were like death, and they did not dare to retreat half a step, according to the law of Shu, the enemy is current, and retreating is a deserter. But they didn't dare to move forward, and they stiffened in place, in a dilemma!

A white dress fluttered down, pointing at the sky, and the momentum was like a rainbow!