At the top of the mountain, there are several grand palaces of Taoist style, and some tiled courtyards rise and fall, and the ancient green tiles covered by them record the change of time.

On a wide stone lawn, and all the Taoist practices in the world, there is a bronze stove in the center, and cigarettes curl. Standing here, there is no mountain on the top of the mountain, only the vast sky, and it is said that only the way of heaven is cultivated.

At this time, two figures in Taoist robes stood on the edge of the stone flat, one was already a Jiazi, and the other had also entered middle age, the two looked at the water and sky under the mountain, and the old man said: "It's October 10 of another year, I don't know if there are any spiritual roots that are extraordinary among these candidates this year." ”

"Senior brother, although there are many mortals in the world, how many are extraordinary? Those geniuses who have only been born for a hundred years have been absorbed by giants from all sides, how could it be the turn of a third-rate Dao sect like us Qingqiu. "Middle-aged people are embarrassed, this time of year is the time when those of them who are the pillars of Qingqiu have the most headache and loss.

"Alas...... Qingqiu is no longer what it used to be. When he said this, the old man's back was obviously a little stiff, and his eyes were full of nostalgia.

"Yes, the dragon gate that was high in the past is now a broken dragon gate." The middle-aged man shook his head stupidly, he could only confide in his senior brother in front of him.

The old man frowned, mixed with bitterness, but he really tabooed this sentence, and hurriedly warned his junior brother: "This sentence is just like your burping and farting, but don't get into the ears of the master." ”

"Yes, yes, yes." The middle-aged man hurriedly answered, turned around and said, "Senior brother, you and I will go and preside over the test now, maybe God has opened his eyes and dropped a disciple with good qualifications for us." ”

"Yes." The old man stroked his beard and smiled, and teased: "It is less than the above, and more than the bottom." Breaking the dragon gate, my Qingqiu is still a dragon gate. ”

At the top of the mountain, the two Qingqiu Taoist priests were breezy and light, and on the cliff, Zong Yang had already fought with the earth dragon.

Although the vines on the cliff wall were very strong, Zong Yang could not use Jian Er yet, and once he came out of Jian Er, he would fall because the vines were overwhelmed.

This earth dragon has lived in this area for a long time, relying on the countless small pincers on its body almost as if it were walking on the ground, and the two large claws have overturned a large area of vegetation, and its eyes are full of messes, and purple venom is sprinkled everywhere.

With Zong Yang's full sword now into the sword, he can definitely kill the fin Jiao encountered in the wilderness like cutting tofu in an instant, but he can slash on the carapace of the earth dragon, but he can only leave a white mark, and his defense is perverted to the extreme, and he was forced to flash left and right by the earth dragon, and his life hung by a thread several times, and his back waist was unfortunately pincered by the tip of the earth dragon's claw when he couldn't dodge once, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, perhaps because it was contaminated with too much purple venom, and Zong Yang felt that the paralysis in his whole body was getting worse, especially his hands, there was a feeling that he had been frozen for a long time in winter and did not obey the call.

The Earth Dragon does not howl, only the sound of teeth chewing and carapace rubbing, but its face gives it a haughty look. As many vines on the cliff wall were destroyed, its movement was much slower, and it was also afraid of accidentally falling off the cliff, leaving only a black whisker swinging mightily, and the mouth spit out more white foam.

Zong Yang didn't know that this demon beast's perception and spiritual intelligence were low, and he had been worrying about how it didn't fear the qi of death yin?! Taking advantage of the moment's respite, he looked around, for his vision widened, and he saw only a protruding rock, as if he had found a duckweed large enough to carry itself in the silt of a lake where he could not exert all his strength.

"Come on!" Zong Yang's shouts resounded through the cliff, and he nimbly climbed over, and finally jumped onto the rock. His eyes locked on the earth dragon, and his bent body slowly stood up straight, facing the mountain wind with his sword in his hand.

The earth dragon chased after Zong Yang when he made a move, and this would be sideways, and the two big claws were wide open.

Kenji!

The six-foot black sword suddenly appeared, facing the mountain wind and slashing horizontally towards the earth dragon, the earth dragon was fearless, and the big claw was as agile as a human hand, and clamped the big sword with a lightning speed that was completely inconsistent with the strength of the body.

Quack –

The tooth surface of the big sword and the big chela made a dull grinding sound, this was a contest of strength, and it was evenly matched for a while. It seems that the picture is still, but there are slight changes, the rock under Zong Yang's feet is cracking, he is too strong, the wound on his back and waist collapses, blood surges, and the small pincers under the earth dragon are tearing off vines one by one, and the two big claws begin to shake involuntarily.

The situation of the two parties is destined not to allow the stalemate scene to last too long, but it will not collapse for a while, although the earth dragon is waiting with all his strength, but the pair of small tongs on the side of his mouth are holding a few dark green leaves, and they are constantly sent to his mouth.

The most mentally retarded demon beast in the world, sure enough, at the moment of life and death, does not forget to do the most instinctive thing.

Eat!

But in the next moment, after the local dragon ate a leaf stained with Zong Yang's blood, a pair of blue six-pupiled strange eyes were exaggeratedly erected, and they turned around vividly, and the small pincers on the side of the mouth were panicking to remove the leaf, and the big claw suddenly let go, and fled away with a smoke.

The big sword disappeared, Zong Yang gasped, his right arm held the sword down, pursed his dry lips, and said helplessly: "It's really an afterthought." ”

……

Qingqiu Gate's recruitment of disciples today is not as grand as imagined, perhaps because there are many candidates who have come in recent years, so Qingqiu has no intention of waiting.

Indeed, except for the two deacons who were invigilating the exam, no Qingqiu elders attended, only those disciples in the sect who had nothing to do came to watch.

The examination room is located on the cliff on the side of the main hall, here is usually the dojo where the disciples in the door practice swords, weeds grow in the cracks of the ancient stone face, I don't know how many Qingqiu ancestors have been carried here, their sword dancing posture has long passed away in the mottled years, but the word "sword" on the central sword tablet shows the spirit of life. The two proctor deacons stood in front of a row of wooden shelves of five in all, each with a bucket-sized trunk hanging vertically from the center with an iron chain.

The surroundings were full of greenery, birds and flowers, and the two invigilators watched a group of candidates arrive.

This group of candidates has different identities, there are scholars in Tsing Yi, sons of rich families, and martial artists in strong suits, of course, more are children of ordinary people, there are twenty or thirty of them, all of them are still young, and no matter how qualified they are, at least they must be famous figures in their respective sides. Just like that sentence, breaking the dragon gate is also the dragon gate, and if you want to enter Qingqiu, you can't make mediocre people after all.

Zong Yang was among them, and it was a coincidence that as soon as he went to the top of the mountain, he met a handful of candidates, and after asking, he followed, anyway, these candidates didn't know each other, who would doubt him.

All the candidates stood still, the middle-aged deacon glanced at the senior brother, took a step forward after nodding, cleared his throat and said: "Welcome to my Qingqiu to enter the exam, October 10 is an auspicious day of the Heavenly Dao, on this occasion, I hope you can enter the Dao smoothly and revitalize my Qingqiu." ”

The yearning for cultivation made these ignorant candidates instantly burn their eyes, and the revitalization of Qingqiu was still a later story, and one day they could fly with a sword and be the most powerful land immortal in heaven and earth, which was their source power.

Faced with such an expression and such eyes, the middle-aged deacon looked solemn, he was already visually fatigued, there were dozens of pairs every year, and the one that could make his eyes burn has not seen one for ten years.

But the senior brother standing behind the middle-aged deacon had a smile on his face, his cultivation was not necessarily much higher than the junior brother in front of him, but in some Taoist attainments, he saw deeper than the junior brother, in the face of the expressions and eyes of these candidates, what he saw was hope, even if it was only a little bit of a star, as long as the incense was not extinguished, there would be a day of revitalization.

Without a good reputation, you will not be favored by extraordinary people, and without the revitalization of extraordinary disciples, it will be difficult for Qingqiu to revitalize. This is an endless cycle, how to break it? Only self-improvement and virtue.

Virtue is to recruit talents and have hope.

The middle-aged deacon's words were very concise, and after talking about the scene and some precautions, he went straight to the point and talked about the content of the exam.

"There is only one exam in this exam, and the test is a sword!"

As soon as these words came out, all the candidates present did not have too much surprise and surprise, and Zong Yang was not unfamiliar, in the Qingqiu Raiders, a total of five exam contents were recorded, and this sword was one of them, presumably this Qingqiu Raiders had already flooded under the mountain, and all the candidates had already studied it.

Now that candidates are scarce, they are no longer in the five-part exam of the year, and they have to take the top few by their results, and there are no longer some of the elder teachers in the Qingqiu Sect who went out to travel and brought back some direct disciples with good qualifications and spiritual roots who did not need to take the exam.

"The so-called sword is to use the sword to stab the five swords of ironwood behind the body, which can pierce all the bullseye area, which is considered qualified. You guys are in groups of five, and let's get started. ”

After the middle-aged deacon finished speaking, he retreated to the side with the old deacon and motioned to the disciples who were waiting to prepare.

Zong Yang was not in a hurry to go first, although he was wearing a clean coat, his body was extremely bad. Soaked with too much purple venom on the cliff wall, the body paralysis is getting worse and worse, and the wound on the back and waist, regardless of the injury, the blood flowing out is black, and it is estimated that the pincers of the earth dragon are also highly poisonous. Double poison, even the body of an immortal will suffer from it, although the qi of death yin is still tenaciously protecting the master, but he fought the earth dragon viciously, and climbed a cliff six hundred zhang high, and his body has reached the limit.

"One more breath will give you more strength." Zong Yang only had this thought left.

It's a pity that in a group of five, each person has five swords, quietly rotating in the two atmospheres of cheering and sighing, Zong Yang only felt that his legs were still as heavy as lead, and it was already the turn of the last group.

In the strange eyes of others, Zong Yang came to the wooden shelf at the speed of a turtle crawling, and when the other people in the same group finished reporting, he spoke: "Zong Yang, sword cultivation." ”

The voice was weak, but it caused an uproar in the audience.

Although Qingqiu has dual cultivation of sword qi, but sword cultivation has long declined, just grab a disciple in the door, even if it is a deacon of the master, it is definitely qi cultivation, even all the candidates present choose qi cultivation, who will choose sword cultivation?!

The middle-aged deacon shook his head with a wry smile, thinking that this candidate must be from afar, and he didn't know the background of Qingqiu, so he probably hadn't even bought the worthless Qingqiu strategy on the market.

This time, even the old deacon shook his head helplessly, there was the remains of sword cultivation in the door, and even half of the master of the sect was gone.

Zong Yang pulled out his sword with difficulty, and a Qingqiu disciple under the wooden shelf pushed Tie Mu, and looked at this candidate who chose sword cultivation with cold eyes, how outstanding is the sword?

There were boos in the ears, it turned out that the other candidates did not claim to be outstanding in strength and chose to make a grand debut in the end, but the most unconfident few, they hurriedly took out their swords, although they could stab the bullseye with the sword, but the iron wood was like iron, it was a strange tree unique to Qingqiu, and the strength was not as strong as the end was also bounced away by the iron wood, and the wrist was injured.

After a few boos, the venue became unusually quiet, and everyone waited with bated breath to see how this strange man who chose sword cultivation behaved.

Tiemu was already shaking rapidly, the red bullseye in Zong Yang's eyes, under the infestation of venom, became blurred, it was originally the easiest sword, with the momentum of the sword to break it, at this time, for him, it was as long as more than 10,000 years.

Listening to the sound of his heavy breathing, Zong Yang did not draw his sword for a long time. At this time, the sword is too heavy, and the sword body is pressed with the lifelong hope of the old way of the dice, and the hard sweat of his own days these days, although the result will be very bleak, but as long as the sword has not been released, there is no need to face the painful moment.

I have to breathe again, I can't fail, absolutely not!

"Forget it, Zongyang, you passed!" The middle-aged deacon announced impatiently, dispersing Zong Yang's inner world.

"Huh?! ——”

Everyone in the room was in disbelief.

"If any of you choose sword cultivation instead, take it all." The middle-aged deacon said loudly.

Those candidates who had not passed and were unconvinced, when they heard this, they all lowered their heads and sighed, choosing sword cultivation, it is not a mountain.

Zong Yang looked back silently, and it was expected, but at this time, it was unexpected.