There are 100,000 people in a city, but it is rare for one person to see thousands of people at the same time.

Song Ya had seen it before.

He was short, he could only see people's feet and pants, people in the back pushed, people in front squeezed, and his sister on his back was crying.

But the cries of the toddlers were drowned out by the buzzing voices, and everyone became a wave in a great river, rushing forward and rushing forward.

Her right hand was clutched by her mother, and she was bruised, because once she let go, it would definitely be difficult to find it again.

Someone tried to tear the hand between them and drill forward, but the mother's vicious curse forced the man back like a knife, and then the mother struggled to drill at her.

Song Ya felt the warmth on her side, and raised her head to see her tearful and confused younger brother in her mother's arms, and also looked down at her.

I finally escaped to this city for a day, and the relief food I received was still stuffed in my chest, and I was about to close the city and fight.

There are 100,000 people in a city, and she doesn't even count a wave.

Song Ya lay on Yan Ling's shoulder, Yan Ling's steps were very steady, she didn't feel the shaking, but in a quarter of an hour, the sunlight without the trees was sprinkled on her body.

The sun hangs high above the main hall of Kunlun, and the fog between the mountains is also penetrated by the brilliant sunlight.

On the wide martial arts training ground, three thousand Kunlun disciples stood in blue, blue and gray training uniforms with swords, and followed the instructions of the inner disciples wearing plain robes to practice swords.

The sound of the sword qi breaking through the air of thousands of people practicing swords was extremely shocking, like a dragon's groan.

Xu Ling walked through the practice arena in small steps, although he had already chosen the periphery in order not to disturb the disciples, but there were still many people who saluted him along the way.

"It's early, it's early, it's hard. Xu Ling hugged his fists as he walked, and saluted one by one.

"That's a lot of people. Song Ya said in a muffled voice.

Yan Ling thought about it and mumbled.

The child didn't want him to go back, and he didn't talk after that.

There are two high-level disciples guarding the side of the teleportation array, because there are still advantages and disadvantages to such things as the teleportation array.

It is indeed convenient and labor-saving for high-level disciples and elders to deal with the affairs of various peaks, but if people with bad intentions go to Kunlun through this array, it will be a headache.

"Elder Xu is good. ”

"It's all good. Xu Ling said with a smile.

The two disciples were still wondering how Xu Ling had repaired the formation so quickly, and when they raised their eyes, they saw Yan Ling holding a child in his arms, so they spoke: "It turned out that the alien beast was psychic, is Elder Xu going to the alien beast pavilion?"

Xu Ling stood still in the formation, and strictly ordered to hold the little boy by his side, he raised his head and said, "It's not a strange beast, it's my junior sister." ”

The formation lit up, the white light flashed, and the figure disappeared.

The Dian School Hall is 100 zhang wide, which can accommodate 5,000 disciples to sit on the ground, although Yun Qingzi is the head of Kunlun, but every disciple has to get along with him for several years.

Yun Qingzi personally lectured for his disciples, from literature and history to magic, and his eldest disciples, Chai Shujie and Lang Tingzheng, were both among the strongest spiritual cultivators in the world, and they were also taught in the Dian School all the year round under the influence of their teachers.

Since Yun Qingzi took charge of Kunlun, Kunlun Mountain has been famous in the world of cultivating immortals for its diligence and perfection, Taihua Mountain is different, the whole mountain is white-clothed sword cultivation, Taihua Mountain was washed in blood in the scourge of heavenly demons, maybe the wound in the depths of memory is forever engraved on the heart of this ancient sect.

Ten years after the opening of the mountain, that is to say, the youngest disciple of Kunlun Mountain has also stayed in Kunlun for ten years at this moment, and there are not so many who still need to practice the morning class meditation method every day.

As soon as he entered the school, he was greeted by a mixture of ink and sandalwood. Yan Ling felt the small body on his shoulders tremble a few times, and then a crisp sneeze echoed in the empty hall.

The hundreds of disciples who were drowsy from the Vest Method were all attracted to attention, and their eyes couldn't help but sneak towards the door behind them.

Yun Qingzi coughed, and all the disciples immediately sat up again, he stood on the innermost high platform with a cane and nodded at Xu Ling, and then turned around and entered the inner hall, a young man wearing a dark blue wide-sleeved robe beside him stayed, bowing to Xu Ling and the others.

Xu Ling returned the salute, and Yan Ling finally put Song Ya down, and the little boy in the pink coat and purple boots ran towards the inner hall as soon as his feet touched the ground, Xu Ling had already expected it, and reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"The Dian School is a place to study and study, and the most important thing is to respect the teacher, behave politely, don't run around, and don't bump into the teacher. Xu Ling said in a low voice.

Song Ya looked up at him, and then looked at the empty and wide hall, the west and east sides were full of bookshelves three feet high, and in the middle of the hall were a hundred desks, and everyone in front of the table had their backs to her.

Xu Ling took the child by the hand and walked past the disciples who were studying, and many disciples who seemed to be serious about their studies looked to the side, only to catch a glimpse of a little pink man and Elder Xu Ling.

A young man sitting in the middle, reading a book and pretending to think about a problem, raised his head, and happened to meet the eyes of Shu Mingyuan, who was standing in front of them watching them, the other party looked at him, turned his gaze, and at this moment, a charm flew out of the young man's sleeve and stuck it on his elbow.

At this time, their disciples who seemed to be closing their eyes and writing silently saw Xu Ling leading a small girl towards the inner hall.

"Yu Mingnan, was this the Kunlun master apprentice they said last night?"

"Isn't it a sloppy and ugly little beggar? ”

"That must have been washed, and there can't be children under the age of ten in Kunlun. ”

The secret words were woven back and forth among several people, and outsiders seemed to be silent, but in fact, more and more disciples joined in, and the discussion was extremely intense.

"Today's morning class is not now. Suddenly, an indifferent male voice sounded, and everyone suddenly opened their eyes and looked at Shu Mingyuan, who was standing in front of them and looking at them with a sneer.

"If the technique is not good and not practiced well, it is still used to gossip, so it should be practiced more. ”

Song Ya sat on the bamboo mat, separated from Yun Qingzi by a small desk.

"What is the matter with my nephew?" Yun Qingzi looked kind, and Song Ya looked at him and remembered the statue of Taishang Laojun that he had seen in the temple when he was a child.

"That man, Master asked me to ask for a quota, the opening ceremony. Song Ya twisted his fingers and stumbled.

"Are you going to participate in the opening ceremony, or is it the opinion of the lord?"

Song Ya thought for a moment and replied, "I asked for it myself." ”

Yun Qingzi stroked his long beard and nodded.

A gust of wind came out of Yun Qingzi's sleeve, bent in the air, and burrowed into the bookshelf behind him, and a heavy case file floated up and swayed on the desk.

"Let me see, this year's opening ceremony. Yun Qingzi narrowed her eyes.

The case file suddenly began to flip by itself, and Song Ya, who had also looked at it, was startled.

The paper suddenly stopped, and the page that stopped was supposed to be a roster, densely filled with words.

"Nephew, stretch out your hand. ”

Song Ya stretched out his hand towards him, "Palm down." ”

Song Ya hung the palm of his right hand down on the case file according to what he said, and this page was originally only one column, at this time Song Ya saw that ink-colored handwriting gradually appeared in the blank space, and it seemed that there was an invisible pen writing one stroke at a time.

"That's fine, you can take your hand back. Yun Qingzi said.

Song Ya withdrew his hand, and when Yun Qingzi raised his hand and was about to put away the roster, Song Ya suddenly spoke: "Wait a minute." ”

"What's wrong?"

Song Ya tilted his head and pointed to the last line, "My name is Song Ya, there should be only two words, why are there three words written here." ”

"Doll, didn't the lord tell you?" Yun Qingzi laughed, "He came early in the morning to release your famous spy." ”

Song Ya didn't know why, shook his head, and Xu Ling, who was standing behind, saw two small balls dangling, the blue tassels were like wind chimes blown by the wind, which was quite cute.

"Children under fifteen years old, the master is going to give a name, you are the first disciple of the Kunlun Lord, your master has high hopes, you can't let you appear in the future with a milk name, the name Song Ya is your initial connection with this world, and this name is the beginning of your master to face this world. ”

"Song Liuguang. ”

There is no medicine in the world.

When Ling Yanluo stood on the star-washing platform with his hands in his hands and looked at the boundless starry sky, he thought of what to give his only apprentice this name, no one knows.