The sky was getting brighter, and a hazy mist shrouded Qingluo Mountain.

At this time, Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui were cautiously shuttling through a dense forest near the top of the mountain. An hour ago, the night had faded quietly, and at the same time, all the teenagers had almost tacitly approached the top of the mountain.

Mo Shiping looked up and wanted to take a look at the direction of the rising sun and judge the approximate time, but unfortunately there was a thick fog all around, and he couldn't see it clearly at all. At this moment, the jade slip in his arms trembled slightly, so Mo Shiping took out the jade slip and pinched it in the palm of his hand for a moment.

A purple-robed old man's voice quietly came out:

"The hour has come. ”

"The top 20 standings are as follows. ”

“...”

"Eighth on the list, Wang Fugui, with ninety-two points. ”

"The fifth on the list, Mo Shiping, has 119 points. ”

“...”

"The first on the list, Yuwen clear water, three hundred and eighty points. ”

"In addition, the old man also needs to make it clear that among the twenty places, the top ten will become the inner disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sect, and the last ten will be the outer disciples. At the same time, the top three teenagers are qualified to make a reasonable request to the Imperial Spirit Sect, whether it is a rare pill ancient book or a sect's stunt or a selection of elders to apprentice, etc. ”

The words of the purple-robed old man really made the remaining hundred or so teenagers feel uplifted. Not to mention the requirements that the top three can make, just the top ten can be selected as inner disciples, which is really a step to the sky for those teenagers who were born in the market.

Generally speaking, there is a huge difference between an outer disciple and an inner disciple. It is very likely that the outer disciples will not be able to access the core inheritance of the sect throughout their lives. But the inner disciples are different, they are cultivated as the pillars of the sect in the future, and they will naturally receive a lot of resources from the sect.

If a grassroots teenager is selected as an inner disciple of the Imperial Spirit Sect, it will be like a poor scholar who is the top student in high school, and his whole life will be turned upside down.

At this time, in the hall of the meeting room in the Imperial Spirit Sect, the old man in the purple robe was sitting respectfully in the secondary seat, and the person in the main seat was a middle-aged man who rarely showed his original handsome appearance, Wei Li.

According to the previous practice of recruiting disciples every 20 years, the top 10 were accepted as inner disciples, and the last 10 were accepted as outer disciples. But this year, there is an extra one that the top three can put forward a request, which is naturally Wei Li's handiwork.

Of course, the Imperial Spirit Sect does not really recruit a round of disciples every twenty years, and usually recruits some rich disciples as outer disciples, and the wealthy nobles behind these teenagers will provide a lot of resources every year in return. Many families with strong financial resources are willing to do it, which is equivalent to spending money to gild the younger generations and increase their face, so why not do it.

In the Imperial Spirit Sect, the outer disciples are all dressed in white robes, and they often need to complete the things explained by the sect. The inner disciples are wearing yellow robes, and the sect will only arrange a few tasks every month, and they only need to complete them on time, and the rest of the time is their own, which is undoubtedly much more relaxed than the outer disciples. However, the Imperial Spirit Sect has an assessment mechanism every year, if the assessment is not up to standard, it will be demoted to an outer disciple, and if the outer disciple can successfully pass the assessment, he can also be promoted to an inner disciple.

In the hall, the purple-robed old man clenched his fists and said respectfully: "Master, I don't know which of these teenagers you have fallen in love with?"

Wei Li glanced at him, he was naturally well aware of this disciple's careful thoughts, and said in a cold voice, "Put away your little careful thoughts." Yuwen Cheshui and Mo Shiping, I can't touch them, let alone you. ”

The purple-robed old man was surprised in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it, so he had to ask as usual: "I naturally don't dare to have any thoughts about Yuwen Cheshui, after all, it is the Yuwen family from Dongsheng Shenzhou." But according to my investigation, this Mo Shiping is obviously from the big turtle town, and he is an authentic market boy, why does he also make the master value it so much?"

Hearing this, Wei Li frowned, waved his hand, and said with some impatience: "These things are not something you can touch, so don't think about it too much, just do what I tell you to do." One more word of advice to you, don't be clever yourself, lest you get caught on fire. ”

The old man in the purple robe was suddenly silent, he didn't dare to ask anything more, he had lived for so long, and he naturally knew the temper of his master Wei Li, he was definitely not a good talker.

Wei Li sighed slightly, shook his head and walked out of the living room alone, to the foot of the mountain, his black robe still with the little boy.

After Wei Li left, the purple-robed old man sat on the wooden chair as if he had been amnestied, raised his hand to wipe away a trace of cold sweat that oozed from his forehead. The purple-robed old man was a little lucky, although he had already moved the idea of accepting apprentices, but he was not in a hurry to do it. Now it seems that it has become a good thing to stumble by mistake.

For Yuwen Cheshui, the old man in the purple robe did have some ideas at first. But that day, the protector who had seen him, that is, the white-clothed swordsman, not only dared to hand the sword to his master Wei Li, but also fought on a par. Since then, the purple-robed old man has completely dispelled his thoughts, and he also affirmed that the young man Yuwen Cheshui must be Yuwen from one of the ten major families of Dongsheng Divine Continent. And that white-clothed swordsman, I am afraid that it is Yuwen Qingquan, who is known as "the sword is victorious over the snow", and he was a great monk at the peak of the Nine Realms decades ago. With such a terrifying background, the purple-robed old man naturally wouldn't think that Yuwen Cheshui would worship under the Imperial Spirit Sect. If he really dared to worship, the old man in the purple robe probably wouldn't have the courage to accept disciples.

As for Mo Shiping, the purple-robed old man also observed for a long time. Although in his eyes, Mo Shiping's current performance in all aspects is indeed inferior to Yuwen Cheshui, but compared to other teenagers, he is too much better. It's just that Mo Shiping has a little thing that makes the old man in the purple robe not like it very much, the kindness of a woman. After all, cultivation is a person's business, and if you think too much about others, it will not be good, and you will constantly suffer from it. And Yuwen Cheshui's character, decisive in killing, never dragging mud and water, in the eyes of the old man in the purple robe, it is a perfect fit for the word cultivation, this kind of person, the future achievements must be very high. The purpose of the founding of the Imperial Spirit Sect is to select those teenagers with extraordinary talent and strength, those who are expected to become great cultivators in the future, so they must be extremely picky about every point of selecting teenagers. For the nine sects scattered in the Southern Regions, Wei Li's original idea was that instead of cultivating ten teenagers who were expected to be in the Nine Realms, it was better to cultivate only one teenager who was expected to be in the Ten Realms. It's a pity that for so many years, there hasn't even been a person who is qualified to say a word to Wei Li.

Thinking of this, the purple-robed old man sighed softly, and said to himself with a bitter face: "Is it possible that the old man wants to accept Wang Fugui's cunning little bastard as a closed disciple?"

However, when he thought of the two teenagers Yuwen Cheshui and Mo Shiping, the old man in the purple robe was heartbroken, if the Imperial Spirit Sect could leave either of the two as the core disciples of the inheritance, I am afraid that within twenty years, the Imperial Spirit Sect would be able to walk sideways in the Southern Regions.

"That's it, I'm lucky, but I'm lost. The purple-robed old man felt powerless at the moment, so he had to sigh and completely dispel the idea that he shouldn't have.

Suddenly, the purple-robed old man frowned slightly, he noticed that a young man had already come to the dojo of the Imperial Spirit Sect on the top of the mountain, sitting on the ground with a big grin, not caring at all whether he would become the target of public criticism if he had ascended the dojo so early.

The boy is none other than Yuwen Cheshui. At this moment, he was no longer in the mood to continue to participate in the third round of trials, and put away his playful thoughts. Ever since he learned from the white-clothed swordsman Yuwen Qingquan that his brother had been defeated in the battle of the same realm, he still had one thought left in the Southern Regions during his trip, and that was to fight with the young man named Mo Shiping. After that, he will return to Dongsheng Shenzhou and begin his true spiritual journey.

Yuwen Cheshui just sat quietly in the dojo, even if he had already noticed several obscure gazes sweeping towards him, he was indifferent, as long as the other party didn't make a move, then he didn't bother to compete with them next. In the end, when he gets serious, it's just a matter of one punch.

Thinking of this, Yuwen Cheshui gently pulled the corners of his mouth, he was a little curious, how many punches could the young man named Mo Shiping take from him with all his might?

Ten punches, twenty punches?

Yuwen Cheshui was a little bottomless in his heart, in the second round of trials, he had never seen Mo Shiping go all out, and he was able to punch with ease.

Of course, Yuwen Cheshui hopes that Mo Shiping can suffer as much as possible, so that he will be patient and wait here. Yuwen Cheshui didn't want to take the initiative to find Mo Shiping. First, he can't find it, and secondly, he wants to wait for Mo Shiping to be completely ready, and then make a move by himself, instead of suddenly appearing and starting to fight, which would be too boring.

Yuwen had a premonition in the dark that Mo Shiping was the only opponent he met in the Southern Regions who would not let him down.

The old man in the purple robe has always paid attention to the two young men Yuwen Cheshui and Mo Shiping, and he also has some understanding of the temperament of the two, and at this moment, Yuwen Cheshui is clearly waiting for someone, and the old man in the purple robe knows without guessing, he must be waiting for Mo Shiping.

The purple-robed old man looked a little hesitant, he didn't particularly want to see Yuwen Cheshui and Mo Shiping fight, both of them were people who were unwilling to accept defeat easily, so no matter who lost, it would have some bad effects on future cultivation, and it was even possible to have obsessions and induce demons.

But the purple-robed old man pondered for a moment, then dispelled the idea of intervening, and he suddenly remembered what Wei Li had just said, "Don't be smart."

Thinking of this, the purple-robed old man nodded lightly, stroked his beard, and his heart was settled. I just have to look at it, there is a high top when the sky falls, anyway, there is a master Wei Li on my head.

The purple-robed old man quietly looked at a dense forest close to the top of the mountain, and there were two teenagers walking towards the top of the mountain, thinking that it would be time to reach the dojo in a short time.

"That's it, let it be. ”

At this time, Mo Shiping, who had just learned of the latest round of rankings, nodded towards Wang Fugui, and the two of them both looked at each other and smiled. For now, there is only one hour left, and if nothing else, the two of them should be stable in the top twenty.

In the previous hour, Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui only met three teenagers walking together on the way to the mountain along the trail, and their jade slips were naturally accepted by them unceremoniously. However, Mo Shiping gave it to Wang Fugui, and the three of them only had a total of six points, which was pitiful.

Mo Shiping looked up at the top of the mountain, the fog had dissipated a lot, and the mountain could already be seen faintly, and there were not many mountain roads left.

But at this moment, Mo Shiping's mood was not relaxed, but a little dignified, the closer he got to the top of the mountain, the more so. Mo Shiping had speculated before that with Yuwen Cheshui's temperament, he would definitely disdain to sneak attack him, and would fight with him openly. Since the dojo at the top of the mountain is a must-go place for the rest of the young men, it is very likely that Yuwen Cheshui will be waiting for him there.

Mo Shiping's expression was calm, but he quietly clenched his fists and whispered to Wang Fugui on the side: "When you arrive at the dojo later, it is very likely that you will meet Yuwen Cheshui, and then you can just watch it, and you don't have to make a move." ”

When Wang Fugui heard this, his original relaxed expression suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a heavy face. Wang Fugui nodded, he knew very well in his heart that he couldn't help much, and he couldn't intervene.

Wang Fugui stretched out his right hand and pressed it on Mo Shiping's shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "It's hard to get here, don't lose." ”

Mo Shiping nodded lightly, looked at the top of the mountain, his eyes were unusually firm, and replied, "I won't lose." ”

Along the way, Mo Shiping kept his body in the best condition from beginning to end, in order to go all out to fight with Yuwen Cheshui.

...

At the foot of Qingluo Mountain, a little boy sat on the mountain road, carefully holding a black robe in his arms, for fear that it would rub against the bluestone mountain road.

The little boy is none other than Wang Fuyun, who fell asleep unconsciously last night.

Wang Fuyun looked up from time to time, as if he was looking for someone. Since he woke up not long ago, he unexpectedly found that he had an extra black robe on his body.

Wang Fuyun guessed that a kind person passing by put it on him, so he hugged the black robe and waited in place, hoping to meet the owner of the black robe and return it to him.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a handsome face walked down the bluestone mountain road and walked straight to Wang Fuyun's side.

The person who came was Wei Li, who came to the foot of the mountain from the top of the mountain in the blink of an eye, only to see him smile and say, "This black robe was temporarily left by me with you yesterday, and now I have come to retrieve it." ”

Wang Fuyun nodded with a smile, carefully handed back the black robe in his arms to Wei Li, and at the same time took out two mountain fruits that were still in the water spirit from the package on the side and handed them together.

Wang Fuyun scratched his head, and then said: "Mr. taught me not to be rude. ”

Wei Li smiled, took the black robe and the mountain fruit, and asked, "Have you studied in private school?"

Wang Fuyun nodded his head slightly, his eyes full of unconcealed joy.

Wei Li glanced at the little boy's eyes, suddenly felt a little emotional, and continued: "Then study hard, and strive to be admitted to the Li Dynasty's school in the future, and we will meet again when the time comes." ”

When Wang Fuyun heard this, his eyes widened, and he asked curiously, "Is my uncle also a scholar who has studied in the academy?"

Wei Li smiled noncommittally, didn't say anything, and left.

Wei Li, who was walking alone on the street of Qingluo Town, had an unprecedented smile on the corner of his mouth, and Wang Fuyun, who was talented, reminded him of his appearance when he first met the old Confucian student, and he was a little nostalgic, nostalgic for the time when he studied with the old Confucian student.