The dense fog outside the island was cleared by the mountain ghosts, and a glimmer of light shone into Penglai.

Five days have passed since the treasure ship docked, and there are fewer and fewer people on the thousand-level ladder.

Many of the people who couldn't hold on raised their hands and waved them somewhere, and it didn't take long for several disciples wearing Ming jade robes to leave the thousand-level ladder with them.

Sima Zhongru was still standing in front of the Tianzun Palace, and he had maintained that posture for five days.

Everyone who climbed the thousand-story ladder would be recorded by Sima Zhongru with a so-called rank, but they didn't know what it meant.

It's just that every time Sima Zhongru said first-class with his gentle voice, the Penglai disciples standing around would tremble.

They seemed to remember that day again, that day that was so dark for them.

After another three days, the people on the thousand-level ladder finally finished, and the disciples who passed the examination school were all well settled.

Sang Wenjing only watched it for five days and didn't watch it again, because it was too boring, so she returned to the kind of life she used to have in Penglai, going to Langhuan Pavilion during the day and returning to the Red Leaf Building at night.

This kind of day seems boring, but Sang Wenjing has a reason to do it, becoming stronger is one thing, and at the same time, she also wants to find out those problems.

Since Sang Huaqing returned to Penglai that day, he only went to the Red Leaf Building to see Sang Wenjing, and then he stayed by a stream on Penglai Island for a long time.

Many people understand that Sang Huaqing's injury has not completely healed yet, and it will take him a long time.

The orange cat of Ruan Xiu of the Star Picking Pavilion ran outside the Red Leaf Building from time to time, because I don't know when those cranes liked to stay in the Red Leaf Building.

"Grandpa, why is he still over there. ”

Sang Wenjing looked at a certain place with some concern, there was a stream over there, and Sang Huaqing was there.

"Cultivators like them are easy not to get hurt on weekdays, but once they get hurt, they will be very troublesome, because they are not like us. ”

Luo Honglian, who was dressed in red, walked to Sang Wenjing's side and looked in the direction of the stream.

No one knew what Sang Huaqing's injuries were, and he didn't tell anyone.

It's just that Sang Biluo occasionally goes to the creek under some strange pretenses, sometimes saying that he is going to fetch water, and sometimes he goes in the name of fishing.

In fact, there were no fish and shrimp in that creek at all, and everyone knew what his lame excuses were for, but no one deliberately explained it, and the relationship between the two fell to freezing point many years ago, and now everyone is happy to ease up.

There are still three days left before the second round of new disciples' examinations, and the people who have walked through, or climbed the thousand-layer ladder, are actually half of Penglai people, as long as they don't do some inexplicable stupid things in the next examination school.

The golden phoenix in the sky gradually woke up, and a silver-gray line gradually appeared in the east, and the line gradually turned white, like a fish belly, and suddenly a brilliant golden light shone into the Zhongzhou continent. With that golden light, all things awoke.

When the golden phoenix had just flown into the air, the moon wheel that had disappeared suddenly appeared beside it.

The moon ring, covered by the light of the scorching sun, could only see a trace of its outline, which was not obvious to ordinary people, and even if you didn't look up and deliberately look at it, you wouldn't notice it.

The sound of the rattling stream came into Sang Huaqing's ears, he slowly opened his eyes, and then he raised his head to look at the sky.

When he saw the moon wheel and the golden phoenix standing side by side, there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Just as Sang Huaqing was thinking about some things and was in a trance, he only heard Sang Biluo, who was not far away, stepping on a branch and walking to the old man's side.

"I'm sorry. ”

This time it can be regarded as a real conversation between father and son, but Sang Huaqing apologized as soon as he opened his mouth.

Of course, Sang Biluo knew what Sang Huaqing's apology meant, and he sighed lightly and came to Sang Huaqing's side.

"Do you want to go on?"

"Yes. ”

"But that would be unfair to her. ”

"Yes. ”

In the face of Sang Biluo's two sentences, Sang Huaqing simply thanked twice, but each time it became heavier and heavier.

"She's going to die. ”

Sang Biluo clenched his fists and trembled, as if he was trying to suppress his anger.

"But it's her fate. ”

After listening to Sang Huaqing's words, Sang Biluo glanced at Sang Huaqing sharply, and that kind of look seemed to be about to cut the person in front of him with a thousand knives.

"I'll stop you. ”

Sang Biluo said slowly, word by word.

Then he walked away from the stream, and probably never came here again, even though it was his favorite place as a child.

Looking at the Sang Biluo who is drifting away,

Sang Huaqing squatted down and put his hand into the stream, and the flowing stream flowed through Sang Huaqing's fingers into the distance, Sang Huaqing had a vague illusion that he couldn't grasp anything.

Feeling the coldness between his fingers, Sang Huaqing's ears seemed to sound the voices of two children.

No one knows what Sang Huaqing is carrying, and no one knows that in fact, he doesn't want to lose anything, but there are some things he has to do and have to do.

Whether people who have stepped into cultivation or not, they all know that there is an old immortal in Penglai, and no one knows how long that old immortal has lived, maybe the high priest of Kunlun Divine Palace knows, but no one has ever asked Han Zaiqi about it.

Counting the years he has traveled all the way, Sang Huaqing suddenly felt a sense of exhaustion, and really wanted to fall asleep, sleep until the sky is barren and never wake up.

Retracting his gaze, Sang Huaqing slowly stood up, and then he took out a piece of jade from his arms.

The vitality on the jade has been basically exhausted, and in the face of the realm of the peak of the gods, it is not easy to be able to provide so many days of vitality.

The jade with its whole body was emerald green, and it turned into a dark green jade because of the reason that it was robbed of its vitality.

There was a very small worm in the deeper part of the green, which was the poison that had originally flowed between Sang Huaqing's lungs, but now it was collected into this piece of jade.

put the piece of jade in front of his eyes and looked at it, and then Sang Huaqing stored the piece of jade in the depths of his sleeve.

When Sang Huaqing left the stream, a stone in the stream turned into the appearance of an old man lying on his back.

Looking at Sang Huaqing who was far away, Granny Shi's eyes were a little complicated, following Sang Huaqing for so many years, she actually saw that Sang Huaqing was really old.

"Congratulations to all the junior brothers and sisters for passing the first round of examinations, and the second round is no longer as difficult as the first round, you only need to reply to a few questions. ”

With Sima Zhongru as the center, there were elders from all floors standing beside him, and they looked at the more than sixty new disciples below.

The time of three days passed in an instant, and those new disciples had already arrived in front of the Tianzun Hall as soon as it was dawn.

After listening to Sima Zhongru's words, there was silence below, but there was a little more confidence between their eyebrows.

"What I want to ask is, why did you come to Penglai?"

Sima Zhongru asked.

Then another elder stepped forward and asked, "What do you want to learn when you come to Penglai?"

When the elder finished asking, a female elder standing beside him asked softly, "What do you think of Penglai as this?"

Faced with these three questions, everyone was thinking about how to answer in order to pass the second round of examinations.

Sima Zhongru stepped forward and looked at the disciples who were deep in thought,

"I want revenge, I want to learn homicide, and Penglai is the place to teach me. ”

A slightly shorter young man looked at Sima Zhongru and said in a deep voice.

When he said this, the whole person seemed to be much more relaxed.

Sima Zhongru nodded with satisfaction when he heard this.

When the people around saw that someone was the first to answer, they followed closely one by one to say their own answers.

There were many people standing on that hillside, and the owners of the twelfth floor were basically standing there, but there were still missing Sikong Xing of Langhuan Pavilion and Sang Huaqing of Tianzun Hall and Meng Tingfang, the owner of the Red Mansion who was not on the island.

After everyone answered, Sima Zhongru named them one by one, and when those who were pointed out thought that they had passed the examination, they only heard Sima Zhongru say another inexplicable sentence.

"The people mentioned above are first-class. ”

The Penglai disciples who were wearing jade robes standing not far from the surroundings heard this, and their whole bodies shook,

Then they spoke to each other,

"Senior Brother Zhongru seems to be holding a grudge even more. ”

"I feel it too. ”

"I'm really worried about these people. ”

Sima Zhongru smiled at the Penglai disciples standing around,

When those disciples who were privately spreading the sound saw Sima Zhongru smiling at them, there was only one word in everyone's hearts, it's over!

And the landlords on that hillside all smiled bitterly after hearing Sima Zhongru's words,

It is said that what kind of master will teach what kind of person, and it seems that this sentence is indeed true.

"It's cruel. ”

The owner of the Daguan Building, Wanyan Duoduo, seemed to see the future in the near future, and she hid her face and sighed.

"Is that wrong?"

Xuanyue Mansion Lord Yu Nianqing asked with a frown.

"Traditions, all traditions. ”

Murong Tai, the master of the Sword Trial Building, held the sword with a smile in his eyes.

"If you can survive in the first class, then you will definitely be able to do something in the future, I think it's very appropriate. ”

Ruan Xiu hugged the orange cat and kept running through the fur.

Listening to Ruan Xiu's words, Yu Nianqing thought for a while and said, "Indeed." ”

Then everyone looked at each other, and then there was a burst of laughter on the hillside.

Outside the Red Leaf Building, Luo Honglian couldn't help but pout her lips when she listened to the laughter of the group of people,

"A bunch of old bad guys. ”

This sentence is not wrong, if you count by age, the youngest of those landlords is more than 200 years old.

If this is placed in the world, it can be offered up and kowtowed every day.

At this moment, a familiar figure walked up the hillside.

When Luo Honglian saw that figure, she calmed down, and Sang Wenjing waved her hand over there very happily.

Sang Huaqing, who was walking up the hillside, seemed to see Sang Wenjing's movements on the side of the Red Leaf Building, and then he turned around and smiled at Sang Wenjing.