Returning to the courtyard with scattered bamboo shadows again, Tong Ziyi walked through the main gate and found that there was a nice name here, Cui Bamboo Fence.

The red wall surrounds the bamboo forest, and the bright moon shines on the evening breeze.

She stayed in the courtyard, guarding a bright moon by herself, quietly.

Zhong Ci came back and saw this scene, and somehow the sadness in his heart spread, and he couldn't help frowning.

Zhong Ci stepped forward and pulled off her hairband, and even he felt inexplicable.

Seeing her look back in surprise, she raised her hand and said, "Why are you pretending to be a boy?"

Tong Ziyi said helplessly: "Today, the four people are all boys, and it is not suitable for a girl to suddenly appear~"

Zhong Ci nodded and threw the headband to her.

"You made a jackpot today. ”

"Why?"

Tong Ziyi lived a paradise life in Yueyimen, completely ignorant of life outside, and didn't notice what it meant to be pointed out to Zhong Ci as a disciple in front of everyone's eyes.

"Do you know how the more than 30 disciples in the first round of the ink altar are selected?"

Tong Ziyi shook her head.

"The head of the family appoints the head of the family. ”

"How can there be so many family members?!"

"The successor of a famous family must be educated in the ink altar, so don't you understand? ”

"What about you?"

"The beggar gang is different, the number of beggars among the students accounts for five, but they are not counted among the thirty. ”

"Why?!"

"The beggars don't pay attention to the distinction between the inner and outer courts...... And in this world, no one cares about the successor of the beggar gang. ”

"But the beggar gang has always been a famous martial arts family!"

"Huh...... After a long time, you will know slowly, what I am going to say next is the point, the first batch of more than 30 people, and only three people were left in the ink altar - ask the palace sect Fengya, Yuhumen Chen Yixin, I.

Because of his extraordinary appearance, Fengya is licensed to practice in Nangong Family Xuquan Valley, Chen Yixin is under Nangong Yumen, and when he returns to Yuhu Gate, I am afraid that he will directly become the master of Yuhu Gate.

This is also one of the rules of the ink world, the first round of teachers is the old man you see in the afternoon, Yunshan literati, Jiang Hua, as well as Nangong Yu, Taoist teacher Zun, Dong You, and Nangong doormen.

I am also a subordinate of Jianghua, which means that in the last round, a total of two people were under the disciple of Teacher Motan, and you, before you entered the school today, have become a thorn in everyone's side. ”

Tong Ziyi opened her mouth wide, she didn't expect that today's opportunistic tricks would make her famous, but she obviously just wanted to be an air, hide in the ink altar for a while and run away!

Zhong Ci smiled when he saw her appearance: "I see that your magic circle is not finished, so you must not know how to define cultivation, right?"

Tong Ziyi nodded awkwardly.

"Cultivation is divided into the lower fourth, seventh, sixth, fifth, fourth, middle, third, third, second, and first grades, and the upper grades five, five, four, three, two, and one.

Of course, this is the cultivation of most people, and some Xiao Shi of the Nangong family, with Xiao Yin as their fan for a short period of time to improve their cultivation, they have no cultivation, only the division of magic weapons, the low-end conformity to woodcuts, the middle section from the gold carving, the top of the personal from the spirit carving, this is not limited to the material, you can find it when you see nature.

The top magic weapons are all surrounded by flowing fireflies, shining brightly, of course, there are many people who do not want to leak out and wrap them in true qi, and those who do not know the goods will feel that they are just ordinary magic weapons.

Like in the martial arts, there are many qinists, monks who mainly use magic weapons.

I don't think your cultivation is second-class, and the lowest in the ink altar today is already the fourth grade, and most of your magic weapons have been seen. ”

Tong Ziyi suddenly covered the dagger in the pocket of his coat in his arms, and said in a muffled voice: "You can all see it?"