The days passed slowly in the calm of Changzhou City and the heat of Zhongji Mountain.

Soon, it will be February 15th, the first day, and in half a month, it will be the official start of the Five Sect Conferences.

The cultivators of the wild cultivators and small sects who had been good citizens in the city for a long time finally became excited again, because the big men were coming.

Although the Five Sessions on the Middle Pole Mountain officially began on March 1, the Five Sessions in the broad sense will actually begin seven days before the Middle Pole Mountain.

The pre-order meetings and negotiations will be carried out one after another, and various details such as the powers and obligations of the cultivator alliance will be worked out, and the official five assembly will basically be equivalent to the closing of the feast.

Therefore, the major sects that have not yet arrived will arrive in Changzhou City within the last seven days.

According to the statistics of some good deeds, there seems to be no sect in this city that is expected to be nominated for mountaineering.

Of course, they didn't know about the existence of Li Zhichuan and Kulian.

As for the Divine Book Sword Furnace, don't say that ordinary people don't know about it, and even if they do, who would associate the mysterious Sword Furnace disciples with those who sway behind the city patrol defenders every day with their hands copied.

At this point, the whole world seems to have come to a standstill.

To the south, the battle between the Chu State and the Daduan army was no longer fought, and it was rumored that Han Feilong was in the camp every day, and the king of Chu had several concubines;

On the grasslands to the north, the usual tribal strife seemed to have subsided, and the vast territory of the northern abyss was quiet;

There is nothing to do in all directions, and they gather in the middle pole.

Jiang Yan, who was in charge of Changzhou City, was ingenious and set up a half-person-high platform on the wide square in front of the Jin Palace.

Behind the high platform is a snow-white wall that is slightly larger than the usual shadow wall.

From one side of the high platform, a long golden carpet spread out along the east side of the high platform, and spread straight out for a mile in the direction of the east city gate.

From this day onwards, all those who attend the Five Synods will only be able to enter through the East Gate, and if they are alone, they will be registered at the City Gate.

If you come as a sect, you will explain to the welcome at the city gate that if there is a master above the realm of fate, the welcome will fire a salute, invite the people of the entire sect to walk through the long golden carpet together, and then greet each other with the lord of Changzhou under the high platform, and finally leave the name of their sect on the high platform.

Everything in the cultivation world is based on strength, and no one thinks it's inappropriate to divide it like this.

A design that incorporates all the processes of entering the city, such as entry management, greeting, and registration, and at the same time does not appear stiff, which is more convenient to set off the atmosphere of the conference.

Jiang Yan's intelligence completely won everyone's admiration.

Some people may ask, what if some sects don't agree and have to break in.

Li Zhichuan, who sat at the south gate, Kulian who sat at the west gate, and Jian Yi, who was deprived of the task of patrolling the city and sat at the north gate, smiled slightly, hiding his merit and fame.

Fu Lin and Jiang Yan stood side by side in an attic next to the high platform, looking condescendingly at the side of the high platform.

Well, it's mainly a teenager sitting on a chair next to a high platform.

The boy sat there, beside him

There were also several dignified guards.

But the young man who was sitting in an extremely honorable position at a glance revealed his whole body with rejection.

Jiang Yan smiled and said, "You say, will Yunluo hate us?"

Fu Lin looked at Yunluo's appearance and smiled, "It should be." ”

"And you can still laugh?"

"You brought this up, hate just hate you, what does it have to do with me. The smile on Fu Lin's face was even worse.

"That's not kind. Jiang Yan's face was also smiling.

Fu Lin looked at the crowd that began to gather faintly below, and said in a deep voice: "On such occasions, trouble is always indispensable. ”

"Don't worry, I think Yunluo can handle it. ”

Jiang Yan took two wine glasses from the desk on the side and filled them, handed them to Fu Lin, and then asked, "The last time I watched Yunluo do things like this, do you know when it was?"

Fu Lin took the wine glass, wandered through his memories, and then said with a smile: "Sword Sect entry test?"

Jiang Yan nodded, touched the wine glass in his hand with Fu Lin slightly, looked at Yunluo and said, "He can always surprise people, I believe this time is no exception." ”

After speaking, he drank all the wine in the cup.

Fu Lin also bowed slightly, poured the wine into his mouth, and felt the heat of the wine seeping from his mouth into his chest and abdomen.

When the last trace of wine entered the throat, the first salute sounded outside the east gate.

When they saw the leader from afar, Fu Lin and Jiang Yan glanced at each other, their faces solemn.

Because, the first one to come was Qingxi Sword Pond.

The two watched Yunluo silently, looking forward to Yunluo's performance.

Yunluo sat in a chair, and his heart was full of reluctance under his calm face.

He didn't expect that such a job would end up on his head.

Isn't his character supposed to fight, practice, and engage in conspiracy?

Why do you want to be a greeting?

But when Jiang Yan and Fu Lin said those reasons that he was not allowed to refuse, he did not refuse.

Life is often like this, if you only do what you like and are good at, you will always be confined to those things and cannot grow.

Having said that, it's inevitable that you'll still be a little nervous when you're actually sitting here.

Thinking of the two elders who were hiding in the attic and quietly watching his jokes at the moment, Yunluo sat up straight and tried to be as calm as possible.

The salute sounded, Yunluo's mind fell silent, and all distractions were swept away.

His eyes slowly calmed down, his gaze became steady, and he turned his head slightly, waiting for someone to come.

When he saw the leader of the team that was coming, his hands holding the chair instantly clenched, and his muscles burst out.

The pupils shrank, and a sharp light erupted.

Cao Xuan, the head of Qingxi Sword Pond, who was still dressed in black, took the lead and stepped on the edge of the golden carpet.

His eyes were calm, he looked straight ahead, and met Yunluo's gaze straight up.

The two eyes were nearly a mile apart, and they met in the air, bringing back the memories of both of them to that tragic summer in the Fog Hidden Valley.

As the people in Qingxi Sword Pond got closer and closer, the sharp in Yunluo's eyes

The profits also quietly dissipated.

When Cao Xuan's footsteps were ten steps away from Yunluo's chair, Yunluo got up, took two steps forward, stood in the middle of the long carpet, and turned to look at the former commander of Siwen Cao, the most feared emperor loyal dog in Daduan, silent.

Cao Xuan stood still and looked at him.

Just when the onlookers below and the Jianchi disciples behind Cao Xuan were slightly dazed, Yunluo spit out the turbidity in his chest and arched his hand to speak, "Welcome." ”

Cao Xuan's face also showed a smile, "Qingxi Sword Pond is grateful for General Yun's kindness. ”

Yunluo leaned sideways slightly, stretched out his right hand to collar, "Please come on stage." ”

The two of them staggered, and no one said anything cruel, so they missed it quietly.

In the attic in the distance, Jiang Yan and Fu Lin both breathed a sigh of relief.

The head didn't say anything, and the group of disciples behind him were different, looking at Yunluo's gaze, there were provocations, admiration, and fear, but the only thing that was the same was that they all changed their route slightly, slightly avoiding the legendary Sword Sect Killing God.

At the end of the team, there were two rickety old men, who followed silently, and no one cared about them.

Ascending to the high platform, there are many cultivators of wild cultivation and small sects.

Looking around, there was a look of envy, which made everyone in Qingxi Sword Pond quietly puff up their chests.

Cao Xuan quietly looked at the wall behind the high platform, and a welcome guest standing on the other side of the high platform whispered: "Please ask the immortal master to mention the word." ”

What words to mention have been said at the city gate before, just leave the name of the sect.

Behind Cao Xuan, a sword pool master who had provoked Yunluo just now scolded: "Don't hurry up and bring the pen and ink!"

The welcome glanced at Cao Xuan and remained silent.

The sword pool master was furious, and was about to teach this mortal who didn't know the height of the sky and the earth, when a cold snort suddenly sounded in his heart, "Be honest with me!

It's the voice of the boss!

The master of the sword pool was silent when he boarded, as if he had just realized that this was not the Qingxi Sword Pool that he usually showed off his martial arts.

Cao Xuan turned around, walked to the end of the line, and in everyone's surprised eyes, he respectfully said to the two old men: "Two Supreme Elders, please inscribe." ”

There was a sudden silence all around.

The quietness of the disciples of Qingxi Jianchi was because these two old men who followed their butts all the way, silently, and were not less ridiculed, turned out to be the Taishang Elder who rarely appeared in Jianchi.

And the quietness of everyone in the audience is because Cao Xuan, as the head of the house, did not go to the inscription!

After the silence, the noise began.

Those voices, mixed with ridicule and laughter, made the straight chest and back of the Sword Pool disciple quietly sink in.

Cao Xuan's expression was as usual, he had already looked down on these momentary reputations.

In his life, there are many people who value these things, all of whom have died, but he is still alive.

He is not a sword cultivator, and he never thought that he would become a sword cultivator just because he sat in this position.

Of course, in fact, he can't change, so there is nothing to hide.

The two dying elders obviously understood this truth, and there were not many

Speech.

One of them slowly stepped forward and stood still in front of the white wall.

It was quiet again.

All eyes were on this man.

I saw him slowly raise his right hand, and the palm of his hand, which was as old as the bark of a dead tree, stretched out from his sleeve, and then raised two fingers together.

A sword qi appeared out of thin air, and on the white wall in front of him, four big characters of "Qingxi Sword Pool" were outlined.

The four words are linked together, like a clear stream, in which the essence of sword intent flows.

Some of the wild sword cultivators with low realms and the guidance of the unknown master didn't even look at it for long, and then they felt that the bottleneck of the sword path was faintly loosened.

The buzzing conversation paused, but this time, the words were more praise and respect.

"It's worthy of Qingxi Sword Pool! This realm is really high enough!"

"That is, otherwise how dare you break your wrist with the Sword Sect. ”

The disciples of the Sword Sect seemed to have quietly regained their self-confidence.

Cao Xuan was still silent, except for inviting the two Supreme Elders to the front of the team, he did not do anything else, and silently led the team and walked off the high platform.

Immediately, a welcome guest who had already been arranged stepped forward, ready to lead the people of Qingxi Sword Pond to their residence.

Behind him, the east city gate fired a salute again.

Unexpectedly, another big sect came to come.

The onlookers were naturally excited, and it was not a big deal to watch the excitement!

Cao Xuan thought about it, and then stood in place, ready to see what happened next.

In the distance, there was the moo of an old cow.

A poor old man sat on a rickety ox cart, holding an open book in his hand, and smiling kindly.

Behind him, six disciples on the left and right, three on the left, slowly walked towards the high platform.

Cao Xuan naturally knew this person, and he also knew this faction.

Confucianism, Zhuang Jinju.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Sword and Immortal" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~