The first day rose, and a few faint wisps of cooking smoke in Qingluo Town also rose. Most of the people in the Southern Regions start their day with morning tea.

In Qingluo Town, there is a historic morning tea house called "Shelter Lane", which is deeply loved by the local people and wealthy businessmen and aristocrats. There are three floors in this Shelter Alley morning tea house, and the first floor is an ordinary hall, with more than a dozen hardwood tables and chairs, and most of them are ordinary people with solid family backgrounds. On the second floor, there are several individual private seats, which are only open to local famous families and wealthy merchants. As for the third floor of the University, there is only one quaint and chic private room, which is not open to the public.

But today, in the private room on the third floor, there were four guests for the first time.

The national teacher Wei Li, the crown prince Li Muzhi, the martial artist Cao Dong and the purple-robed old man of the Imperial Spirit Sect.

Wei Li and Li Muzhi naturally sat on the yellow rosewood rose chair, but the purple-robed old man and Cao Dong did not sit down for a long time, but stood aside respectfully.

Wei Li's expression was flat, and he didn't beckon the two of them to sit down, he touched the armrest of the rose chair by himself, and he naturally saw that the rose chair was made of high-quality yellow rosewood, and the size and specifications were exactly the same as those at home.

"Song Jiang, you still have a heart. Wei Li raised his eyes, glanced at the purple-robed old man, and praised it lightly for the first time.

When the purple-robed old man named Song Jiang heard this, he replied again and again: "The master is too praised, and the disciple is stupid by nature, so he can only use these careful thoughts to please the master." Having said that, Song Jiang couldn't help but secretly rejoice in his heart. This shelter alley is naturally him, or the handiwork of the Imperial Spirit Sect, in order to collect large and small intelligence information in Qingluo Town, although most of the news is the flashy talk of the neighborhood aunts, but occasionally there is a certain talented teenager involved, that is, the Royal Spirit Sect will secretly observe, and then consider whether to be included in the door.

Therefore, Song Jiang felt that Wei Li's praise was heartfelt, not only referring to the yellow rosewood rose chair purchased by Song Jiang, but also to this morning tea house called Shelter Lane.

But Song Jiang guessed wrong, in fact, Wei Li's praise was heartfelt, and he really meant the rose chair under his buttocks, as for the careful thinking of this morning tea house, it was not worth mentioning in Wei Li's eyes.

Because Wei Li remembered his husband, that is, the old Confucian student, his favorite was the yellow rosewood rose chair.

But Wei Li didn't bother to talk to Song Jiang about these. In the final analysis, in Wei Li's eyes, Song Jiang was just a registered disciple of him, far from being a fellow believer.

Thinking of this, Wei Li suddenly stood up, walked to the window, and fixed his eyes on the far north.

Wei Li frowned quietly, a look of worry appeared on his face, he didn't know if his husband's trip to the north went smoothly, and whether he could find a closed disciple as he wished.

Old Confucian once mentioned to him that he would probably accept three disciples in his life. The first is the one who is most like him, the second is the most secure and old-fashioned person, and the third is the one who finishes.

Wei Li was the second disciple of the old Confucian student.

When Wei Li used to stay next to the old Confucian student, he also asked, what about the senior brother?

I only remember that at that time, the old Confucian pointed to the north with a smile and replied softly: "He, he's in the northernmost place." ”

The northernmost side was the demon clan that was eyeing each other, and Wei Li, who had a keen mind, naturally guessed the meaning of the old Confucian words, and never asked again.

"Little junior brother, what kind of person are you?" Wei Li sighed bitterly in his heart. For this little junior brother whom he had never met, Wei Li's mood was extremely complicated.

The meaning of the old Confucian is that this little junior brother will take over the chessboard from the old Confucian and walk through the final conclusion for him.

Now that the old Confucian has already left for the north, will the end of the day be far away?

Now that there is a person who has ended, what will happen to the old Confucian who was originally the son?

The answer is clear.

"The disciple is incompetent, why is this sir?" A tear slid down Wei Li's face and fell to the ground silently.

At this time, on the top of the Big Turtle Mountain, the short old man who was squinting and napping suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened, and his eyes instantly fell on Wei Li, who was far away in Qingluo Town.

After a moment, the short old man withdrew his gaze and said to himself with a smile, "Oh, I finally didn't disappoint the old scholar too much. ”

At the same time, nearly ten faint gazes came from the distant horizon one after another, falling on Qingluo Town, most of which turned out to be from Dongsheng Divine Continent, which was thousands of miles away.

In the private room, Song Jiang, a purple-robed old man in the Eight Realms of the Imperial Wind Realm, did not notice at all that Wei Li, who was dressed in a black robe, quietly stepped into the fairyland at this moment.

Wei Li has stopped at the peak of the Nine Realms for many years, and there is no sign of breaking through the realm, partly because he is angry with the old Confucian. A long time ago, he felt that he was living in the back of an old Confucian student. Therefore, he resolutely came to the Southern Regions, supported the Li Dynasty, and wanted to use the Southern Regions as a chessboard to set up his own game.

But in fact, when he learned about the chess game of the old Confucian student, he finally understood why the old Confucian did not hinder and persuade him at all, and even allowed himself to come to the Southern Regions. It turned out that the old Confucian at that time was already exhausted and could not afford to take care of him.

And this time the old Confucian came to the Southern Regions, Wei Li knew that Mo Shiping was a reason, and he was also a reason. After all, the old Confucian still thinks about this second disciple who has been with him for more than ten years, and he still has to come and see it before he goes north. It's just that these words, the old Confucian can't say them after all.

Now that the knot in his heart has been solved, asking the fairy realm is a thing in his bag for Wei Li, the asset of Tianzhong.

Wei Li straightened his clothes lightly, looked to the north with a smile, and whispered to himself: "It's still a bit not enough to ask about the Ten Realms of Immortals, but the Ten Realms who don't hesitate to kill should also do something." ”

"Mr. Zhuyu is in front, and the disciple happily follows. ”

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At this time, at the foot of Qingluo Mountain, Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui had also set off early to go to the Imperial Spirit Sect on the top of the mountain.

The two of them walked up the mountain road, and after a while, they arrived at the bluestone slab dojo at the top of the mountain.

On the dojo, seven teenagers had already arrived first, and they were gathering together in twos and threes to talk softly.

Since Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui stepped on the dojo, they immediately attracted several glances, but they only glanced at it and retracted it, otherwise it would make people feel that it was a deliberate provocation. The boy who can pass the three rounds of trials will naturally not make such a reckless act, and the other party is still the boy who defeated Yuwen Cheshui.

There is no doubt that the duel between Yuwen Cheshui and Mo Shiping left a very deep impression on many teenagers. Therefore, for Mo Shiping, they will definitely not take the initiative to provoke.

Wang Fugui also looked around the dojo, carefully looked at these teenagers, and found that they were all dressed in clean and neat brocade clothes, and no one was wearing coarse linen clothes like him and Mo Shiping.

Wang Fugui quietly poked Mo Shiping next to him with his elbow joint, and joked softly: "Hey! Look, they are all children of rich families, and we seem to be out of place." ”

Mo Shiping smiled and nodded, he naturally noticed this, this is not much different from what he guessed at the beginning, most of the people who can pass the three rounds of trials must be teenagers with excellent physical fitness, which also means that the family behind them has a solid foundation, and they are willing to give them some precious medicinal materials to strengthen their bodies since they were young.

Of course, Wang Fugui is an exception, just like the purple-robed old man Song Jiang said, luck is also part of strength. In any case, Wang Fugui successfully passed the trial, and the final points still ranked first.

The two of them waited for about a stick of incense, and eleven more teenagers came to the dojo one after another. In this way, the twenty teenagers who passed the trial will all arrive.

Almost all the teenagers avoided Mo Shiping from afar, just as they avoided Yuwen Cheshui at the beginning, not to mention that some teenagers took the initiative to talk to him.

Wang Fugui scratched his head, looking a little helpless, it seemed that he and Mo Shiping had been isolated before they entered the sect.

Mo Shiping also noticed that the teenagers present were all intentionally or unintentionally staying away from him. And when he made a slight move, many teenagers' expressions unconsciously became vigilant, and they should be secretly wary of him.

However, Mo Shiping still didn't say anything about this, and his face was as usual. After all, he had a fight with Yuwen Cheshui, and it was inevitable that he would receive some attention. As long as there is no malice, Mo Shiping will let it go.

Wang Fugui's face was a little sad, he took a step closer, and said softly: "The atmosphere is not good, I always feel that I have become the target of everyone." ”

When Mo Shiping heard this, he thought about it, and replied with a smile: "It's okay, let it be." When we first met Yuwen Cheshui, didn't we also want to stay away?"

"That's different, Yuwen Cheshui is a real villain. We're ...... At least you're a good person, aren't you?" Wang Fugui frowned unconsciously, waved his hand again and again, and said.

Mo Shiping glanced at Wang Fugui with some amusement, as soon as he mentioned the four words Yuwen Cheshui, his whole person was not good, it seems that the psychological shadow left by Yuwen Cheshui on him cannot be eliminated in recent days.

However, when it comes to Yuwen clear water, Mo Shiping's heart is also a little heavy. From beginning to end, whether it was Yuwen Cheshui's physical fitness or martial arts skills, they all crushed him. He can win, it is completely by relying on the last style of Xingyi Fist to control himself and win by surprise.

But about controlling oneself's absolute boxing, Mo Shiping felt that there was an indescribable strangeness, which was completely different from the first five styles of boxing. The first is that there are no moves, you just need to follow a unique power technique. The second is that after using it, it seems that his abilities in all aspects have been greatly improved, and this kind of martial arts move is unheard of by him.

Mo Shiping planned to wait until he entered the Imperial Spirit Sect and worshiped his master, and then asked his master for psychological doubts.

Just when the young people were thinking differently, from the Imperial Spirit Sect at the end of the dojo, a white-robed disciple suddenly walked out and walked towards them.

The white-robed disciple glanced at the people in the dojo and said kindly: "Senior disciples have been waiting for a long time, let's go, enter the sect first, the head of the sect is still waiting." ”

So, a group of twenty people followed the white-robed disciples into the gate of the Imperial Spirit Sect.

In the Imperial Spirit Sect, the floors are stacked, connected by covered bridges, staggered and distended, the scale is far beyond the imagination of the teenagers, it is really dazzling. If there was no white-robed disciple to lead the way, I am afraid that these twenty teenagers would not be able to find the north at all.

"This Imperial Spirit Sect is really rich. On the way, Wang Fugui was really amazed, so he couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

Mo Shiping nodded, he also thought it was true, this scale was afraid that it was as big as a dozen or so Li Ji Martial Arts Pavilions.

Although Wang Fugui said it very quietly, the white-robed disciple who led the way in front still heard it.

I saw the white-robed disciple turn his head with a smile and say, "That's right, the Imperial Spirit Sect is indeed full of resources. In other words, money. By the way, the top three juniors and disciples in a while, each of you can make a request to the master, and you can open your mouth. However, I have to warn you that the money of the pill is not the most important thing. ”

After that, the white-robed disciple didn't say anything more and continued to lead the way.

Mo Shiping naturally knew the meaning of the white-robed disciple's words, he glanced at Wang Fugui, Wang Fugui nodded at him lightly, signaling that there was no need to worry.

In fact, Wang Fugui had already planned it, he didn't want money and pills, nor did he want the core exercises of the Imperial Spirit Sect, none of which were important to him empty-handed.

It didn't take long for the white-robed disciple to lead the twenty teenagers to the hall of the hall in the depths of the Imperial Spirit Sect.

In the hall, the head of the Imperial Spirit Sect, Song Jiang, who was wearing a purple robe, was already sitting on the main seat, looking at the twenty teenagers with a smile, and his current mood was extremely happy. When Song Jiang's gaze swept over Mo Shiping, who looked calm, he only stayed for a moment and didn't pay attention. But when he swept past Wang Fugui, Song Jiang's eyes quietly flashed with joy.

Song Jiangcai turned around from the Shelter Alley Morning Tea House in Qingluo Town and returned to the Imperial Spirit Sect not long after. Before he left, somehow, Wei Li gave him a few more words for the first time, which really flattered him. This made Song Jiang a little puzzled, when did his master Wei Li's temper be so good? However, he didn't think much about it, he just thought that the intention of arranging this morning tea house in Shelter Lane was appreciated by his master Wei Li, so he was interested in saying a few more words to him.

Among them, there is such an instruction, which is about Mo Shiping.

"Regarding the young man Mo Shiping, you have to remember that he already has a master. ”

There is also a sentence about the young man Wang Fugui who he fancies.

"Another young man named Wang Fugui, you can be accepted as a true disciple. Although the qualifications are not good, but the heart is acceptable, if there is no accident, it is expected to be the Nine Realms. ”

This sentence made Song Jiang almost laugh out loud on the spot.

According to Song Jiang's own eyes before, Yuwen Cheshui and Mo Shiping, the two teenagers, will be sure to be in the Nine Realms in the future, but unfortunately, none of them can be retained. And Wang Fugui's qualifications, in his opinion, should be able to reach about the Seven Realms, if he is lucky enough, he should be able to barely set foot in the Eight Realms, which is already the limit, as for the Nine Realms, there is no hope at all.

But now, his master Wei Li said that if Wang Fugui has no accident, he is expected to be in the Nine Realms. Song Jiang naturally didn't dare to doubt Wei Li's vision, so when he saw Wang Fugui, it was like discovering a rare treasure, and he couldn't wait to be included in the door immediately.

"Nine realms, this is the same realm as Shizun. Song Jiang couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, if Wang Fugui really entered the Nine Realms in the future, then he, Song Jiang, would walk sideways in front of those senior brothers in the Southern Regions.

It's just that what Song Jiang didn't know was that Wei Li had already set foot in the fairyland.