In the past two years, the city has become more and more lively.

Everyone in the world knows that the former Xuanwu general, Yang Xiaoyun and Yang League's leader, now have four major disciples under his seat, all of whom are dragons and phoenixes among people.

And Yang Mengzhu also has two daughters, who are also first-class beauties in the rivers and lakes, how many heroes and heroes, and they yearn for them.

The four disciples are said to be competing in secret for the sake of these two daughters.

Things on the rivers and lakes are always indispensable.

Tianxia City, as the core of the rivers and lakes, is also the core of the storm. In recent years, the three lists of heaven, earth and people compiled by Yang Mengzhu have almost included the heroes of the entire rivers and lakes.

The heavenly list is divided into rivers and lakes, and martial arts masters.

The list lists those black and white masters who have been famous for a long time.

And the main arrangement of the list is the new teenager.

The three lists, stirring the troubled waters of the world, are even more turbid.

Some people say that this is Yang Xiaoyun's conspiracy, saying that he has ill intentions.

But the rivers and lakes are vanity fairs, not seeking fame and fortune... Then forget the old dead mountains and wilderness, why come out and wade into troubled waters?

A sword, a pot of wine, an old horse and a piano, a drunken day to make a quilt, the wine sobers up for the reed, there are beautiful women who have been waiting for a long time, there are interpretive flowers beside them, and they are really beautiful.

There may not be one such way to live for many years.

Most people, who have thought about chic, have to get ahead.

You have to prove your name and your martial arts.

The disturbed rivers and lakes, the noisy and noisy world city.

Almost no one cares, at the first martial arts monument at the city gate, there has always been a fortune-telling stall, and it has been two years.

In the past two years, the fortune teller master has not counted many hexagrams, but the number of people who have watched them is by no means small.

This fortune teller is, of course, Feng Linwan himself.

The Yang Xiaoyun who is now sitting in the main hall of the Martial Sect in the world is the one who used the turtle immortal clone after Feng Lin Wan typed out the character changer.

Except for some red candles blowing out the lights, at other times, it is the turtle fairy doppelganger who does it for him.

It's the same even if it's teaching disciples.

And he himself has been sitting at the gate of this city, waiting for his 'destined person'.

It's just that in the past two years, he has seen too many people and seen a lot of talents who can be taught, but he has never found it, and he thinks that he can achieve a seedling of a real martial arts myth.

Most of them are just ghouls begging for training, alms, and accomplishments.

Feng Linwan divides the people in the rivers and lakes into three grades according to the level of qualifications.

The first level is mediocrity.

This kind of person, even if they practice peerless martial arts, they can't practice bullshit, and their strength is very average.

If it is not easy to understand, please refer to the Seven Sons of Quanzhen.

The second level is talent.

If you find the right martial arts for them, you can advance by leaps and bounds, become a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, and have your own legend.

Yang Xiaoyun in the past, and the so-called four disciples of Tianxia City now, are all like this.

And the third gear is the 'destined people' who barely meet Feng Linwan's requirements, they must have unique creativity, and they can break out from the ordinary. Take Dugu and Zhang Sanfeng in the martial arts system of Old Man Jin as a reference.

Of course, on top of this, there are the most rare talents made in heaven.

This kind of person, as long as they are given the most basic principle, they can learn from the world to create the most powerful and most suitable peerless martial arts, and then climb all the way, and soon surpass everything, seize all the sight and light, and become the most dazzling and irreplaceable existence.

If he encountered the last one, Feng Lin was not sure if he would be able to endure it and not take it out of this small world.

But... This probability is one in ten thousand.

Feng Linwan said that there is no one in ten thousand, not one in ten thousand people.

It's that in 10,000 similar small worlds, there is not a single person with such a gift.

The emergence of this kind of existence cannot be counted on by the so-called providential favor and support of a small world, but a random and unpredictable 'chance'. He came, he came, he didn't come... No matter how the will of the world is done, it will not come.

Feng Linwan didn't have the luxury of the last one, so he just divided the people in the rivers and lakes into three types.

Of course, this last kind of person also exists in those worlds where higher transcendent ways have been derived.

It's just... Most died early.

Some were jealous of the sky and directly suffered from the thunder.

Some were persecuted by god-level bigwigs who knew ancient and modern.

And some more... Playing yourself to death.

After all, cultivating immortals and practicing martial arts are different, the low-level martial arts world and the high-level Xianxia world are also completely two concepts.

The higher the civilization, the more emphasis is placed on inheritance, and it is nonsense to rely on talent alone.

This year's autumn rain came later than usual.

Originally, the sun was still shining, but suddenly a cold wind blew, and the rain that directly made people feel cold fell from the sky.

There is no summer time, the flamboyance and hustle and bustle of rain.

There is a feeling of coming with the wind and being scattered.

But even so, it's still very unpleasant.

Even the gate of the lively city of the world began to become sparsely populated.

Feng Linwan was still sitting in the small tent he had set up, taking a sip of strong tea, squinting his eyes, and his expression was indifferent.

At this moment, in a rather hazy line of sight, a young man in a gray shirt appeared, holding a half-broken oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and carrying two burdens cross-legged behind him, which looked a little funny.

He had dark eyes, long and slender, a large nose, a slightly small mouth, a forehead that was too wide, and a little juvenile white.

The whole person doesn't look so energetic, just like many ordinary teenagers, his appearance is not amazing, and he is ordinary.

But Feng Linwan noticed him.

When I opened my eyes, I saw only the state of luck of ordinary people.

But Feng Linwan instinctively felt that he was not simple.

At least... He didn't look at the martial monument.

After sitting at the gate of the city for two years, Feng Linwan has seen at least 100,000 people.

Everyone who comes to the city of Tianxia, whether old or young, will stand in front of the martial monument, or even copy it.

What's more, they will come to observe the monument at different times and directions according to different times and directions, trying to find it, will there be any hidden mysteries.

Hmmm... Feng Lin Wan was indeed hiding some private goods among the seventy-two martial monuments.

But... That's not how it is interpreted.

But this young man is very strange, he clearly saw the martial monument, and it seems that he should also know how to read.

Because Feng Linwan recognized the other party by reading his lips, he recited some poems about the autumn rain casually, and there were some playful little playfuls hidden in them, and he read several poems in string, but there was a special charm. It's not just something that you can do with your ears from somewhere else.

Of course, even if you don't know how to read, you can also look at the martial arts monument.

In accordance with the doctrine of taking, Feng Lin Wan hid some martial arts in the text itself in the martial monument. Just like the chivalrous stone carving, martial arts have nothing to do with words, and enter martial arts in the form of words.

However, this young man did not look at the martial arts monument, not deliberately.

His gaze slid several times, but he didn't linger long.

This aroused Feng Linwan's curiosity.

"Boy, hey, boy, look here!" Feng Lin sat in the tent and greeted the boy with a broken paper umbrella outside.