The morning light is faint, and the morning sun is rising. In front of the tavern of Lao Wang's house in Big Turtle Town, there was already a young man wearing a clean and neat cloth shirt.

The boy raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.

After a while, there was a "squeak", and a sleepy-eyed man opened the door of the shop, and the big man was the owner of this Lao Wang Tavern, Lao Wang. Because the name of this tavern is Lao Wang Tavern, so the people in the town are used to calling him Lao Wang, as for his surname, the buyers who buy the wine will not care, they will only care that the wine sold in Lao Wang Tavern is fragrant enough to inhale in the mouth, and it is enough to have that smell.

Lao Wang rubbed his sleepy eyes that had not been fully opened, glanced down at the "rare guest" in front of the door, and teased with some surprise: "Ouch, isn't this Li Facai, who has been guarding the empty boudoir for 10,000 years?

Li Facai glared at the old Wang with an uneasy face, originally according to his character, he must have wanted to play a good game with this old Wang, but today he can't, he is not in the mood.

Li Facai took out a penny of silver from his arms and put it on the board, and said in a deep voice: "Lao Wang, don't be verbose, take a pot of monkey brewing." ”

Lao Wang's right hand immediately wiped the board, put the money in his pocket, and smiled: "Okay, Uncle Li, wait a while." ”

After that, Lao Wang turned around and went into the wine cellar to get the monkey brew.

Li Facai put his right hand on the board, looked at the sky in the distance, and his eyebrows revealed a look of worry that could not be concealed.

The boy was restless.

After a while, Lao Wang carried a pot of monkey brew and handed it to the waiting boy.

Lao Wang glanced at Li Facai, who was a little abnormal today, and thought to himself, this Li Facai is famous for picking the door, but today he made an exception to buy wine from home, and bought the most expensive monkey brew, ouch, and put on new clothes, isn't it?

Thinking of this, Lao Wang stretched out his hand and put his arm around Li Facai's shoulder, and quipped: "Hey, you kid is lucky to go to the peach blossoms? Wearing new clothes and carrying good wine, are you going to visit your father-in-law?"

Li Facai stopped, was silent for a while, and his face was a little sad.

"I'll go to the grave. ”

Lao Wang retracted his right arm around the young man in a daze, looking embarrassed, and regretted that he didn't choose what he said.

Lao Wang scratched his head, pondered for a moment, and then spoke again to comfort: "People can't be resurrected after death, you have to mourn." If your old shopkeeper knew that you had this piece of filial piety underground, he would definitely leave very peacefully. ”

Li Facai's face was blue and white for a while, obviously not lightly affected by the strong man with this face, and finally couldn't help but scold: "Lao Wang, your uncle, my old shopkeeper is doing a good job, bah, bah, don't talk nonsense." ”

"Huh?" Lao Wang raised his hand again and scratched his head, a little puzzled: "Then who died? Aren't you an orphan, how can you have relatives?"

Li Facai sighed and replied softly: "It's Mo Shiping's grandfather." ”

"When?"

"It was probably a few days later, and then Mo Shiping left the big turtle town where he grew up alone. ”

When Lao Wang heard this, he leaned against the door of the tavern and was silent for a while, and said with some emotion: "No wonder, I haven't seen that stinky boy for a few days, it turns out that so many things have happened in just a few days." ”

Li Facai carried the wine jug in his left hand, said hello with his right hand, turned around and prepared to leave.

"You wait. ”

Lao Wang shouted, and then turned and entered the tavern. After a while, the strong man carried a pot of monkey brewing in his right hand.

Lao Wang stepped forward quickly, handed the monkey brew to Li Facai, patted Li Facai's shoulder, and instructed: "Hey, I have a good relationship with that stinky boy, help me also send a pot to the old man, a little heartfelt." ”

Li Facai nodded in surprise, didn't say anything, and turned to leave.

When Wang returned to the tavern, it was still too early, far from the time for the drinkers to come. Lao Wang sat on a bench casually, crossed Erlang's legs, and felt more and more empty in his heart, something was missing. So, he stood up, opened himself a pot of burning knives, and drank slowly one bite at a time without putting down the food and drink.

The big man with a sturdy figure misses the boy who was always shy. In this big turtle town, only that young man will call him Uncle Wang.

After a long time, the slightly drunken man suddenly picked up the bottom-out wine jug and smashed it on the ground, clanging his throat and shattering it.

"His grandmother's, bullshit, will bully poor people. ”

Since Mo Shiping left, Li Facai has never seen his grandfather go down the mountain, he is a little worried about the old man, so, after the inn closed in the second half of the night yesterday, Li Facai specially carried a lantern and went to the turtle mountain.

As a result, Li Facai only found a wooden house with a closed door and a small grave. At this point, Li Facai knew why Mo Shiping was smiling so sadly at that time.

In front of the wooden house halfway up the mountainside of Big Turtle Mountain, Li Facai bent down and gently placed two pots of burning knives in front of a small grave.

Li Facai sat down in front of the grave, rubbed his sour legs, and said to himself: "Old man, I brought you two pots of wine, one pot was given by me for Mo Shiping, there is no way, who made me his eldest brother." The other pot was given by Lao Wang, who said that he had a good relationship with Mo Shiping. Hey, Mo Shiping's elm pimple popularity is quite good, isn't it?"

After sitting for a while, Li Facai looked up at the sky, the sun had already risen, and it was not early. So, Li Facai stood up, patted off some dust, and bent down to bow to the grave three times.

"Let's go, old man, we can't afford to bring monkeys next time, so let's bring some burning knives to make do." ”

The young man in a clean cloth shirt turned around and went down the mountain, and he had to go to guard an inn, what if the fat sheep came again?

Li Facai didn't say anything to the grave to bless Mo Shiping, because he knew that if the old man had a spirit in the sky, he would definitely do it.

Similarly, Li Facai didn't want to erect a monument for the old man, because he knew that Mo Shiping would definitely do it. He knew Mo Shiping too well, that swarthy young man who was a little shy and didn't like to be favored.

On the way down the mountain, Li Facai suddenly rubbed his eyes.

"It must be very bitter for one person to resist so much, right?"

At the top of the misty Big Turtle Mountain, there were two old men standing side by side. It was the grandfather and the little old man who claimed to be the last dragon turtle in the world.

Li Facai's every move along the way naturally couldn't escape the eyes of the two old men.

The short old man frowned, and suddenly said: "This Li Facai is really muddy and can't support the wall, I have the heart to lead him on the path of cultivation, he just doesn't want it, and he just likes the life of ordinary people in this life." ”

The grandfather on the side shook his head with a smile, but instead said approvingly: "Isn't it also a skill to live the life you want to live? ”

"Hmph. The short old man snorted coldly and said dissatisfiedly: "Then why don't you ask Mo Shiping's stinky boy what kind of life he wants to live?

The eldest grandfather gently stroked his beard, smiled and was silent.

The short old man clasped his hands around his chest, looked indignant, and then said, "Sure enough, you old horseman likes to protect calves the most. ”

When the eldest grandfather heard this, he nodded and said deliberately: "Yes, who told the old Taoist priest that he liked to protect the calves at that time, and when it came to me, he couldn't break the inheritance, right? ”

The short old man's face turned ugly in an instant, and he shouted angrily: "If I hadn't been able to participate in the affairs of the world, I would have collected 1,800 apprentices a long time ago, can I be worse than you?"

But this time, the eldest grandfather didn't talk, he looked up at the sky, seemed to see far, far away, was silent for a moment, and said softly: "It's okay, since it's a rule, then just keep it." At least the Terrans still have me and the old scholar. ”

The short old man was not very happy to talk about this topic, and if he continued, he would only pull out a lot of old stories that were not right or wrong.

The short old man sighed and diverted the topic: "Old horseman, when are you leaving for Dongsheng Shenzhou?"

The eldest grandfather raised his eyebrows, and asked with some surprise: "How can you guess that I plan to go to Dongsheng Divine Continent?"

The short old man glanced at him and said with a mocking expression: "With your calf protector character, can you make the fire baby suffer a loss in Dongsheng Divine Continent?"

The eldest grandfather looked a little strange, and said to himself: "Even you can see it, it seems that my calf protection is indeed quite obvious." ”

The short old man's face turned red instantly, and the anger that had just retreated rushed upwards again.

"Are you an old puppet scolding in disguise?"

At the foot of Qingluo Mountain, two teenagers have just walked out of a simple inn.

Wang Fugui, who still had a sackcloth wrapped around his left wrist, looked a little depressed, because he had just learned from the jade slip that the third round of trials would start tomorrow, but the rules in it made him feel hopeless.

This time, there were a total of 430 teenagers who could participate in the third round of trials. However, in the end, there were only twenty people who could become disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sect. The rules are very simple, a trial of twelve hours a day in Qingluo Mountain, the jade slip on each person's body is initially recorded as one point, and the extra points are formed by snatching other people's jade slips, and the jade slips after being robbed will lose their effect, a jade slip is one point, and the twenty people with the most final scores are the final winners, and they can be selected into the Imperial Spirit Sect.

A boy who has accumulated victories in the previous round of trials will have his Jade Jian score increased by 10 points for each victory. In other words, if three wins are accumulated, then the initial score in the jade slip is thirty-one points.

The teenager who loses the jade slip will lose his qualifications and will be sent directly away from Qingluo Mountain by the disciples of the sect.

Every other hour, you can check in your own jade slips, and the twenty people with the highest current score.

Wang Fugui bit his lip, hesitated for a while, and said to the young man on the side: "Mo Shiping, you don't have to worry about me in tomorrow's trial, just take care of yourself." ”

Mo Shiping glanced at the young man beside him who looked a little desperate, he patted the young man's shoulder, and said softly: "I remember that the rules don't say that cooperation is not allowed, right? ”

Wang Fugui shook his head vigorously, raised his left arm, and laughed at himself: "I'm just a drag oil bottle, and taking me with you will only affect you." The chance of passing the third round of trials is less than 1 in 20, and if you are the only one, you should be able to get enough points. You don't have to worry about me, I have my own plans. ”

Mo Shiping sighed lightly, he knew that Wang Fugui had a reason why he must be selected into the Imperial Spirit Sect, so if he really wanted Wang Fugui to participate in the third round of trials alone, he would definitely fail, and this should be something more difficult for Wang Fugui to accept than death.

Thinking of this, Mo Shiping stretched out his right hand and pressed it heavily on Wang Fugui's shoulder, and said without refusal: "Wang Fugui, if you don't want to easily give up the purpose that you have been working hard in your heart, then we will join forces." ”

Wang Fugui suddenly had a sour nose, big tears rolled down his cheeks, and the young man choked up: "I owe you so much, I'm afraid I won't be able to pay it off in my life." ”

Mo Shiping smiled and replied softly, "I don't remember that you owe me. ”

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At the foot of a prestigious mountain in Dongsheng Shenzhou, a young man with red hair came.

This mountain is just an ordinary mountain, nothing special, and it is not the mountain that is famous, but the family who built the entire mountain into their own house.

This mountain is called Yuwen Mountain, and the family is one of the top ten families of Dongsheng Shenzhou, Yuwen.

The red-haired young man stood at the foot of the mountain, and in front of him was a gate made of huge vermilion stone bricks, about three zhang high, which was the entrance to the Yuwen family.

"Obediently, it's much more magnificent than the old man's Wang Bashan. ”

The red-haired young man stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the stone door, and suddenly pushed it open.

The red-haired young man took a deep breath, and then shouted at the top of his voice: "Hey, is Yuwen Jinshan, the most capable of fighting the younger generation of Dongsheng Divine Continent, live here?"

"Bold! The front of the mountain of the Yuwen clan will not allow you to be presumptuous at will. An old man in a gray robe suddenly appeared on the mountain road leading to the top of the mountain.

The red-haired young man glanced at the old man who suddenly appeared, frowned, and said, "Who are you? Can you understand people's words? Uncle Ben is looking for Yuwen Jinshan, not you bad old man." ”

The gray-robed old man was just about to have a seizure, and a young man wearing brocade clothes and a handsome face suddenly appeared beside him.

The young man whispered to the old man beside him, "Old Ma, it's okay. Now that I've come to the door, I'm in my own measure. ”

The gray-robed old man nodded, and a dodge retreated.

The young man looked at the red-haired young man at the foot of the mountain and asked with a smile, "Presumably you are the Red Wolf of the Flame Calamity who recently caused a big stir in Dongsheng Divine Continent?"

The red-haired young man nodded proudly, obviously he was very satisfied with the nickname given to him by the outside world, which sounded much better than the fire baby in the old man's mouth.

"Yes, you must be Yuwen Jinshan, right? I hope you can play better than those so-called geniuses before, don't let me be too disappointed in the young people of Dongsheng Shenzhou. ”

A smile tugged at the corner of the young man's mouth, and he said softly, "If you don't come to me, I will go to you." After all, you have done a good job of frustrating the arrogance of the younger generation of Dongsheng Shenzhou. ”