A narrow slope is a place outside the northern suburbs of Kyoto in Zhao Kingdom.

It is said to be called a slope, in fact, the terrain is very flat, but from a high altitude, compared with the surrounding terrain, only this place is slightly higher in the shape of "one", like a narrow and steep slope, so it is called a narrow slope.

A few days ago, it was snowing heavily. It is almost the beginning of spring, and although there is still some cold wind blowing today, the ice and snow have melted a lot in just a few days.

And the narrow slope, which was rarely set foot on in the past, is gradually becoming lively today. Countless people have traveled thousands of miles to come just to worship the cultivation sect and become the "immortals" who fly away in the eyes of countless mortals.

Among them, there are many princes who are surrounded by a group of soldiers, there are also princesses who are beautiful and beautiful, and are favored by the stars, and there are also ordinary people who come alone and have no name......

Mo Wunian was one of those many unknown people, and he rode a small donkey slowly towards this side.

When someone sees him like this, they can't help but say a few words of ridicule. But he never paid attention to it, and just waited for the "immortals" who recruited disciples like everyone present.

Finally, a streamer in the distance moved towards the sky. And when you get closer, you can feel how fast it is moving, flying towards it like a meteor.

After it, countless streamers soon flew towards it, and they dragged a long tail behind them, and they were intertwined with colorful colors, which was very beautiful.

Countless streamers descended to the ground, turning into immortals, or into handsome men with sword eyes and starry eyebrows, or into beautiful and beautiful women......

When many people saw this, they were amazed!

As far as Mo Wunian is concerned, there are no waves, and he has seen a lot of such situations when he recruited disciples in his previous life.

The scene in front of him also reminded him of the time when he worshiped the Nine Realms Mountain, he was directly brought into the Nine Realms Mountain by Jiang Wuya, and he was not like a hodgepodge in front of him, but that day he met Murong Xiu......

"If I read my name below, you don't have to participate in the next test......!

Among the monks, a young scholar dressed in green clothes casually recited a few names.

And as he finished reading his name, several teenagers came out and respectfully gave the jade plaque in their hands to the scholar.

Mo Wunian in the crowd knew that these were all disciples who had been set by the sect early on, and the role of the jade plate in their hands was the same as the one given to him by Wu Mu.

Since the scholars in Tsing Yi, each sect has also read its own internal list, and the people whose names are read will more or less show some smug expressions, and naturally they will look at others with a little arrogance in their eyes.

Among them, Mo Wunian, who was riding a donkey, was naturally indispensable to a little ridicule and ridicule from others.

But he still didn't listen to it, and didn't pay attention to it.

"Mo Wunian! Mo Wunian! Mo Wunian......" And when a blue-clothed middle-aged monk from the Baicao Sect read the name of a disciple in his sect's list, he shouted several times in a row, but no one answered.

And in the crowd, Mo Wunian was sitting on the donkey, his eyes were closed, as if he was closing his eyes to recuperate, and he still ignored the outside world.

People are talking about it, who doesn't know what to do, and if you don't want to take such an opportunity, it's just that there is something wrong with your head.

Coming with the blue-clothed monk of the Hundred Grass Sect, as well as Wu Mu, seeing Mo Wunian's name being read, but not seeing his shadow, she was naturally angry.

She glanced at the crowd, but she saw nothing in the crowd.

Similarly, Xianyue and Song Shuilu also came, and in the crowd, Song Shuilu found Mo Wunian, seeing that he seemed to be closing his eyes and recuperating, she couldn't figure out what he wanted to do if he didn't have the opportunity.

As for what happened a few days ago, she couldn't understand why she would treat him, a young boy, as a deceased elder. It's just that she doesn't plan to tell anyone about it.

Finally, there is no longer a list of disciples of the sect.

And Mo Wunian also opened his eyes, for him, the Hundred Herbs Sect was indeed a good place, and having an elixir to help him practice would definitely be half the effort. If he hadn't heard the news of the Nine Realms Mountain, he would indeed go!

Only now, he has a new choice......

"The rest of the people don't have to be presumptuous. After passing the test, there will be a sect that will accept you as a disciple and embark on the path of cultivation. ”

A monk with a long beard, a long body, and a feather fan in his hand said to everyone in the field.

Mo Wunian recognized him as Zhou Deming, the owner of the Zhiguilin Pharmacy in Kyoto City of Zhao Kingdom.

In fact, he still has an identity, the deputy head of the Phantom Xiao Sect! The Phantom Xiao Sect is the largest sect in Qingzhou! And the Phantom Xiao Sect is the host of the disciples recruited by the cultivation sect this time.

As soon as he spoke, there was an extra cyan stone in his hand, and he threw the stone into the air, and when he landed again, the stone had turned into a mountain with two peaks.

"If you climb any of the peaks of this mountain, you will pass the test. The path of cultivation is already bumpy, and without top-level qualifications, you must also have a resolute heart!

Someone took a look at the mountain, which was dozens of feet high, and was already afraid, and walked back to the way he came. Seeing this, Zhou Deming shook his head in disappointment.

The disciples who have been ordained have the qualifications to practice, but the disciples who are not appointed do not necessarily have the qualifications to practice.

Mo Wunian, who had recruited disciples in his previous life, knew that those who left, even if they were just climbing the mountain, would be accepted as disciples as long as their qualifications were not bad.

He felt that it was just that he didn't even have the courage to climb the mountain, and even if he had peerless qualifications, it would be difficult to prove the Great Dao! For them, it was a good thing that they didn't have the best spiritual cultivation.

Almost instantly, most of them turned and walked back the way they had come.

The rest of the people, half gritted their teeth, and climbed up the mountain. Most of them stayed at the bottom of the mountain and hesitated, and climbed up the mountain one after another.

"Anyone who does not intend to climb within twelve hours is considered to have failed the test. ”

Seeing this, Zhou Deming added another one.

It's just that his words made many of the remaining people deflated and went back.

Among the remaining people, they walked, climbed the mountain, and gradually there were only a dozen people left under the mountain, including Mo Wunian.

But Mo Wunian was still the old god, sitting on the donkey, and he didn't plan to climb the mountain. Or maybe he had other plans......

Zhou Deming finally recognized Mo Wunian, he remembered that he asked the Baicao Sect for a quota for him, and he felt that this young man was quite talented in cultivating medicine.

But why did he stay at the bottom of the mountain? Did he also want to walk on the Asking Peak? But looking at his appearance, he didn't move for a long time, and he couldn't figure it out.

Three hours passed, and Mo Wunian sat on the donkey and still closed his eyes.

Four hours!

Seven hours!

Ten hours!

......

On the mountain peak, gradually some people were exhausted and fell to the mountain.