513 in the Great Xuan Calendar, 2nd month of February.

The dragon raised its head.

Just like some customs in Mo Chengjun's memory, the second day of February in this world is also an extremely grand festival, even more lively than he remembers.

This day in Cloud City can only be described as lively.

Everywhere is full of lights, and everywhere is full of people.

As far as the eye can see, all kinds of food stalls and social drama juggling are enough to extend to the end of the vision.

Everyone's faces were beaming, and I don't know how many children were playing from one stall to another.

There are also dragon and lion dances along the way, as well as the amazing singing faintly coming from the restaurant.

There, the best opera troupes in the entire Yunzhou are gathered, and each pillar has its own unique skills.

There, a big green donkey with four ears and a money bag was crowded among them, and when he heard the wonder, he shook his head and applauded loudly.

It's also a sight.

If there is nothing to do, Mo Chengjun's favorite thing every year is to bring Xiao Rui'er to participate in the temple fair where the dragon raises its head, which is the most lively.

It's just that today he didn't have the opportunity to experience the fireworks and red dust in this world, but he had to meet a challenge that belonged to him.

Yes, even for him, this sermon had to be seen as a challenge.

At this time, Wutong Cave Sky, behind a mountain cliff, Mo Chengjun was wearing a fairy clothes ribbon, with fluttering sleeves, and his temperament was ethereal and dusty, just like a fairy in the world.

It's just that if you take a closer look, it is not difficult to find that his hands are shaking slightly at this time, and sweat is oozing from his forehead.

His chest was also rising and falling rapidly, gulping and gulping, the pure and lively spirit of the Wutong Cave Heaven.

I think he Mo Chengjun used to be a scientific research boss and walked into the highest academic hall, although he was young, but what big man had not seen him?

What big scene hasn't happened?

Nervous, huh......

That's, ahem, actually, I'm still quite nervous!

There's no way, those big guys in the previous life, at most, they are ideological heights, in terms of essence, there is no difference.

People, still people!

But this is the world of cultivating immortals, and people are essentially different from each other, and crossing a big realm is the difference between cloud and mud.

What's more, those people outside, who are not Jindan real people, are embarrassed to come out and show their faces, and Yuanying overhaul is also a big handful, not to mention the power of those yin gods, and even yang gods.

It feels like a little white rabbit being thrown to the center, surrounded by jackals, tigers and leopards, eyeing each other and salivating.

Even if the little white rabbit knew that these jackals, tigers and leopards would not pounce, he was still, afraid!

On the side, as if he had discovered a new world, Ballinger circled around Mo Chengjun, circle after circle......

Mo Chengjun's eyes were dizzy.

That's not all, he also looked Mo Chengjun up and down, and his eyes looked like he was looking at a big horse monkey.

Mo Chengjun finally 'got angry', his eyes widened: "What are you doing?" ”

Baling'er put her hands behind her back and said: "I used to think that you were bold and not afraid of anything, even if you were a demon king, you didn't count if you started, and you dared to speak and threaten."

But now?

Is this still the Mo Chengjun I know?

What's the matter, it's cowardly now? ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand and said, "But it's normal to be cowardly, who told you that you kid can't do anything."

Such a big sect task, you dare to take it?

This is the last of the Wutong Festival, the finale, and I don't know how many sect disciples are looking forward to it, waiting for you to raise your eyebrows.

Tell me, if you mess it up?

Tsk, what will be the consequences? ”

At this moment, a lot of idioms flashed through Mo Chengjun's mind.

What 'rats crossing the street', 'unforgivable sins', 'running away with their heads', 'running away from the wilderness', 'everyone shouting and beating', and so on.

For a moment, he thought about it,

It's not human!

But looking at Balinger's 'gloating' face, he suddenly sighed: "Pug, are you jealous and jealous?" ”

"What?"

Mo Chengjun grinned and said, "I remember that before the Wutong Festival, Pug also participated in the selection, right?"

Although, well, the sword skills are not good, the sword intent is not strong, the sword spirit is not strong, and I know that there is no chance, but Pug still participated in the selection of the Wutong Festival? ”

Ballinger 'forcibly' explained: "I was there to confirm what I had learned, even if I couldn't choose it, I could always accumulate experience." ”

"Then Pug, do you dare to say that you don't have any ideas?

Or, for example, if you are lucky enough to be selected to participate in this Sycamore Festival? ”

Mo Chengjun's voice seemed to be full of temptation: "Hehe, even if the ranking is not high, as long as you participate, will you be able to blow it for ten years in the future?"

Speaking of which, I think back then, I was the one who participated in the Sycamore Festival?! ”

"That's natural, ahem......"

Ballinger looked longing, but when he turned his head, he reacted: "No, what do you mean?" ”

Mo Chengjun shrugged outside: "Look there, there are as many Jindan monks as dogs, Yuanying can walk all over the ground, and the stronger bosses are all sitting in rows, what do you think they are doing?" ”

Speaking of this, Mo Chengjun laughed proudly: "They're all waiting for me to brag!" ”

Sticking his waist, Mo Chengjun was very proud, he also patted Baling'er on the shoulder, and said, "It's okay, it's okay, when I come back, I'll tell you about the feeling of being famous and moving the world."

Guaranteed, you'll have a great time too! ”

Half of Baling'er's face was full of eagerness, and half of her face was disgusted: "I'm afraid you'll mess up this matter, huh?" ”

At this time, Mo Chengjun pretended to be up, he shrugged his shoulders, and his face didn't matter: "The palace master of the Seven Palaces is not afraid, I'm a fart!"

It's a big deal to shrink in your own courtyard and not come out, you have nothing to do to cultivate immortals, and you have something to study and research projects.

No one bothered me, I couldn't ask for it! ”

Besides, who is he?

An old popsicle that sleeps for 3,000 years!

In terms of age, all of these outside are little brothers?

Do I need to be afraid of them?

Depend on!

Well, this time, Mo Chengjun's psychological construction has been completely completed, and there are still some more attributes of people going crazy.

This scene is not big, the status is not heavy, and it still affects my performance!

This time, Mo Chengjun's whole person is different, exuding a confident temperament from the outside in, so confident that he has even broken through the sky.

In his mind, the Dharma of the Emperor of the Middle Heaven Arctic Crape Myrtle suddenly appeared from the void, ranking above the stars, and he was the lord of the stars, indifferent to all sentient beings.

Mo Chengjun himself didn't expect that he would break through the psychological barrier and make this idea go one step further.

But at this time, he has no joy or sorrow, and the whole person presents an absolutely pure atmosphere.

At this moment, Ruoli Fairy walked into the cave, looked up and down, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "It's time to start, Senior Brother Mo, how are you preparing?" ”

Mo Chengjun nodded slightly and said, "Yes!" ”

"Let's go, then?"

"Good!"

As he spoke, Ruo went out from the fairy leader, while Mo Chengjun followed.

In the rear, Balinger did not rush out, but stood in place.

A few moments later, a golden light appeared beside him, condensing into a humanoid silhouette.

Ballinger immediately bowed down and saluted: "No return to the peak Ballinger, I have seen the master, this mission, fortunately, I am not dishonored!" ”

The person who came was a middle-aged handsome uncle, the head of the Galaxy Sword Sect, and the Heavenly Scar Sword Venerable Hua Ye.

He looked at the direction in which Mo Chengjun left, then looked at Baling'er who was bowing, and said with a smile: "This radical method is used well, you two are counted, well, complement each other, huh?" ”

Baling'er replied seriously: "The ancestor in charge should say that the fox friend is a friend of the dog, and he is embarrassed." ”

"Haha, that's interesting."

Saying that, Uncle Shuai said again: "The Wutong Festival is coming to an end, if you want, I can arrange for you to enter the welcoming hall and be a welcoming envoy." ”

At this moment, Baling'er's heart moved!

The Sycamore Festival is so loud that it will involve countless people who are busy with it.

And in this hustle and bustle, there is a kind of person who represents the face of the Galaxy Sword Sect and does things to usher in.

That's what it is!

This position can not only get acquainted with the leading figures in the entire Yunzhou, but also overhaul the giants of all parties and expand their own contacts, but also have enough status in the sect.

And what is the status of this sect?

There are many sayings, such as being the heir of a big guy or a family heir, there must be preferential treatment.

Another example is that he has a very high level of talent and understanding, and he is the key cultivation object of the sect, and he also has opportunities.

In other words, the people who can be appointed by the Galaxy Sword Sect as the 'Welcome Envoy' are all recognized and cultivated in another sense.

In the future, the status and resources within the sect will be tilted to a certain extent.

If you have the qualifications to brag when you participate in a Sycamore Festival, then being a 'welcome to guests' not only has the qualifications to brag, but also reaps a lot of benefits.

It should be said that Uncle Shuai gave Balinger what he wanted, and he urgently needed it.

But Baling'er was only momentarily moved, so he shook his head and said, "Forget it!" ”

Uncle Shuai was stunned: "Why refuse?" ”

Baling'er said: "I am very moved, and I want to agree."

But I know very well that there are some things that I want to acquire rashly without that strength, which is a disaster, not a harvest. ”

This time, Uncle Shuai glanced at Baling'er again, and he smiled: "Now, I understand a little, why can you get along so well with Mo Chengjun?"

Sober in the world, the most rare!

Well, I'm waiting for you, waiting for the day when you can really stand in front of me. ”

As he spoke, Uncle Shuai dissipated in a burst of golden light, leaving Ballinger with a hesitant and lost face.

After a long time, he slapped himself and said, "Ya called you Qinggao, asked you to pretend, now it's gone!" ”

That being said, if he was to choose Baling'er again, he still refused to do so.

People are sometimes so contradictory!