Song Kingdom, southern of the Zijin Mountains, outside the gate of the Spirit Sword Sect.

Because it coincided with the day when the Spirit Sword Sect of the Immortal Cultivation Sect opened the mountain gate once every ten years and accepted disciples, outside the mountain gate, which had always been deserted in the past, was rarely crowded with people, and it was very lively.

In the crowd waiting in line, Yang Cheng stood tall and slowly moved with the team, waiting to pass the entrance assessment and enter the Spirit Sword Sect.

In the first round of testing of the spiritual root's qualifications and age, Yang Cheng successfully passed with the cultivation of the fourth layer of qi refining at the age of fifteen.

Moreover, with the qualifications of the three spirit roots of Yangcheng Wood Fire Wind Mutation, among the people in the entry assessment in the same period, although it is not enough to be above but more than below, it is considered medium.

It didn't seem to be a big problem to get started, and Yang Cheng was also a little excited.

Next, prepare for the second and final round of assessments.

After the first round of assessment, almost eighty percent of the assessors were eliminated, so in the process of waiting, the rest of the people gradually began to get nervous, and the atmosphere became more and more serious.

"Next examiner, get in!"

The young man who was standing on guard at the door of the room, after seeing the last assessor come out, shouted expressionlessly, and then looked at Yang Cheng.

Realizing that he was shouting to himself, Yang Cheng took a deep breath, walked to the door and pushed the door into the room, and stood with his hands tied after giving a salute.

There were three people sitting in the room, and when they saw Yang Cheng coming in, they were a little satisfied.

Among them, the old man sitting on the left slowly took down a jade slip placed on his forehead, and after looking Yang Cheng up and down, he said:

"Yang Cheng! Your age, cultivation, and spiritual root qualifications all meet the requirements for my Spirit Sword Sect to recruit disciples. But before we get you started, there are a few more questions that I hope you can answer truthfully! ”

Under the gaze of the old man's foundation building period immortal cultivator, Yang Cheng's palms began to ooze sweat, but he still arched his hand with a straight posture, and said loudly: "If the seniors have any questions, please feel free to ask, the juniors must know everything, and they will say everything!" ”

"Hmm!" Hearing Yang Cheng's words, the old man nodded slightly. His complexion softened slightly, and he restrained a little of the aura that had just been unconsciously emanated. But his eyes were still fixed on Yang Cheng's face, and he asked sharply:

"Yang Cheng, where did you know about my Spirit Sword Sect? As a person from Jiangzhou in the Song Kingdom, why don't you go to the Hanging Mountain, which is closer, but instead seek the near and far, and come from thousands of miles to worship the Spirit Sword Sect?

Of course, Yang Cheng, you are not a disciple of my Spirit Sword Sect now, and you can choose not to answer the above questions. But correspondingly, until you get a satisfactory answer, the Spirit Sword Sect will not admit you to get started! Whether you want to answer these questions, Yang Cheng, you think about it carefully! ”

After the old man finished speaking, he looked at Yang Cheng with the other two.

"Why did I come to the Spirit Sword Sect?"

The old man's question is like an extremely sharp sword, "boom", ruthlessly dissecting the memories that Yang Cheng has long been closed and is easily unwilling to touch again.

The unforgettable scenes of the past, like a slide show, were once again presented in Yang Cheng's mind:

In the snowstorm, Grandpa Mo protected the young Yang Cheng on his chest, and walked forward with difficulty step by step......

In the pouring rain, Grandpa Mo supported his clothes with one hand and hid under his clothes with Yang Cheng with the other, trying to find a place to shelter from the rain... The icy rain fell on Grandpa Mo's arm and splashed on Yang Cheng's face......

In the ruined temple, Grandpa Mo protected Yang Cheng, who was seven or eight years old, behind him and stepped forward to meet the bandits who came to rob him......

On the boat, Yang Cheng, who was already eleven or twelve, pulled Grandpa Mo tightly, and looked around with a sword in his vigilant eyes... In the cabin at his feet were the bodies of the shipwrew, who had been cut into several pieces and intended to commit the murder......

In the inn of the town, the gray-haired old man took Yang Cheng's hand and said with difficulty: "Cheng'er, Grandpa Mo can't accompany you anymore... Remember your parents' words... Be sure... Okay... Live... Go down ......"

There was silence in the assessment room.

The old man and the other two saw Yang Cheng's fists clenched, his expression was dull, and his eyes were filled with tears, obviously falling into some kind of irrepressible emotion.

Surprised, I couldn't help but be a little moved. didn't open his mouth to wake up Yang Cheng, and quietly waited for Yang Cheng to wake up by himself.

Outside the room for the second round of entrance examinations, there were two groups of people standing.

Among them, there were eleven or twelve people standing scattered, each with joy and a hint of excitement on their faces, and occasionally looked left and right.

On the other side, where Yang Cheng was queuing up before, there were still four or five people lined up in a regular manner. There was occasionally a hint of anxiety in his eyes, and he looked at the door that Yang Cheng had entered and the young man guarding the door from time to time.

"I'm sorry, the junior just lost his temper!" In the room, Yang Cheng, who had woken up from his memories, immediately realized that something was wrong and hurriedly bowed down to apologize.

"It's okay!"

The rich middle-aged man sitting in the middle of the three assessors said with a faint smile on his face: "It seems that Yang Xiaozi's life experience is not simple!" If you think about it clearly, the old man wants to know a thing or two. ”

After hearing the words of the rich man, the old man and the white-faced bearded man on the other side immediately smiled and cooperated, nodded respectfully, and looked at Yang Cheng.

Realizing that the rich man was obviously higher, Yang Cheng was frightened and hurriedly restrained his mood, and after thinking about it, he said:

"Seniors, the younger generation has both parents died since childhood. According to the relatives who brought up the younger generation, the ancestors of the younger generation were the royal family of the Sui State hundreds of years ago.

When the younger generation was just full moon, there were immortal cultivators who came to the door to detect the spiritual root for the younger generation and sent them to practice the exercises. He also warned the parents of the younger generations that when the younger generations grow up, they should not go to the Hanging Mountain, but only come here to find opportunities.

Later, only two months later, the county seat where the younger generation's family was located was attacked by mountain bandits, except for the younger generation who was escorted by a relative to escape, and the younger generation's parents were all killed by the mountain bandits. ”

Speaking of this, Yang Cheng choked slightly, and after a pause, he continued: "Because the younger generation was young at that time, the above situation was said by the relatives who raised the younger generation. Although the relative had passed away two years ago, the junior believed that he would not deceive the junior. Please check it out! ”

Then Yang Cheng wiped his eyes and began to wait quietly.