Jiang Xingge actually always remembered the first time he came to his family, when he was just a child just past his father's waist, and the three words Jiang Xingge had not yet become his name. At the grand feast, he and his father sat at the bottom of the table in the order of separation. The little boy looked at the main seat from afar, in the middle was the head of the family Jiang Xie Zhi and the elder Jiang Yuzhi, and on the left hand sat a pair of twin brothers, his father told him that they were the two young masters of the Kunlun Jiang clan, Jiang Xingyin and Jiang Xingsong. The boy's gaze didn't linger too long before moving to the other side, it was the wife of the housekeeper, Yan Qing, and a female doll carved in pink, she looked at each guest curiously, and finally, turned her gaze to the young Jiang Xingge. The girl's sideburns were inserted with a butterfly hairpin with tassels, she tilted her head and smiled at Jiang Xingge, and the butterfly trembled gently as if it was about to fly away, and the young boy suddenly felt that the flowers were eclipsed, and the sun and moon were dull, as if there was only a girl wearing a butterfly hairpin on the throne in the world. When the boy came to his senses, he tugged at his father's sleeve and asked with a red face, "Daddy, who is she?"

When he was young, Jiang Xingge secretly thought in his heart that if there were no two young masters, would he have the opportunity to be selected by his own family, and from then on he would have grown up playing with the girl named Jiang Xingque. Jiang Xingge could swear that he was just dreaming at that time, but he never thought that this day would really come. However, in two years, the messenger of the family knocked on the doors of the twelve branches, and the head of the family and the young master of Xingsong died in the crack of the great array, and although the young master of Xingyin saved his life, he was scattered and could no longer practice the magic of the Kunlun Domain. Now, the elder wants to select the best child in the twelve-cent family according to the ancestral system, and then go to the family to practice the Jiang family's secret technique with the eldest lady.

Twelve children of similar age were excited from the moment they stepped through the doors of their home, and all the things they encountered along the way attracted their attention. Furniture made of rosewood and pineapple wood is as common as weeds, the curtains and brocades hanging from the pavilions and pavilions are woven with silk, and plum blossoms of all colors bloom as if they will never wither in Jiang's thousand-year-old wind and snow, and the children are so envious that they barely close their mouths. All of them just had to pass the exams as usual, and the boys and girls chatted non-stop, while the maid leading the way in front looked obscure.

I don't know how long I walked, how many bends I went around, and the group finally stopped in front of a remote house, different from the exquisite elegance of other places, this room was built close to the mountain wall, not to mention plum blossoms around, not even a tree, Jiang Xingge looked at the weeds that were taller than his own people, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that what his father said was really good, whether it was a person or a thing, everything would have another side. The maid took out an iron key from the bag embroidered with golden plums, and opened the lock hanging from the door with a click. The room was pitch black, and there was no other place for light except the gate, and just when Jiang Xingge thought that they were actually going to be arrested and secretly killed, the maid stepped into the house with a palace lamp. She waved the lamp in all directions, and the candles all over the room were lit in an instant, and the children saw that there were twelve desks in the room, and on each table was a scroll of inscriptions that could not be more ordinary, and they found their place in turn, and when the maid rang the plum bell in front of them, all of them began to write with their pens.

Jiang Xingge neatly wrote the word Qihai on the paper, and everyone here has a surname and no name, and they are only distinguished by the order of each family. Because the 12 families have been reproducing independently for more than 700 years, although the 12 people here are all branches of the Jiang family, their surnames are different. The young Jiang Xingge picked up the pen and stared at the scroll for a while, and what came into his ears was the subtle sound of grinding ink and laying paper around him, he stood in front of the table for a long time, staring at the scroll in silence, there was only one question above, six big characters: What is the heart, what is the Tao.

'My heart is to the Tao, then the Tao is my heart, and my heart is the Tao.' This was the answer left by Jiang Xingge at that time, he thought he was extremely lucky to pass the first level, tried his best to hide his joy and conceit, snickered and watched the four eliminated children leave, and even made a grimace behind their backs, the maid glanced indifferently but did not stop it, but just mentioned the palace lamp and said: "The rest of the people come with me." At this time, a girl pulled the maid's sleeve and asked, "Sister, is there still the same exam next?" she looked up curiously at the other party, and the latter only replied condescendingly, "If I remember correctly, I told you when I entered the door, and I didn't ask superfluous questions and do no superfluous things." You, go with those people. With that, the maid pointed the lamp at the four eliminated people outside the house, and the girl was thrown out of the door as if someone had grabbed her collar. The door closed on its own without warning, Jiang Xingge was stunned, and when he turned back, the maid was already walking in the other direction, and he hurriedly trotted to follow, for fear of falling behind and losing the opportunity.

No matter how many years have passed, Jiang Xingge actually doesn't want to think about it, but memory is like this, the more you feel scared, the more you don't want to remember, the clearer you remember. A group of seven people followed the maid into the secret passage behind the bookcase, and the palace lamp painted with golden plums flashed faintly, reflecting the scriptures and murals on the wall, for some reason, Jiang Xingge no longer felt curious and surprised, but only inexplicable fear. There was a moment when he also thought about deliberately making a trick and being thrown out like that girl, but after thinking about it, as long as he beat the remaining six, his dream would be within reach, Jiang Xingge struggled in his heart, and finally followed him to the end of the secret passage without saying a word.

The maid took out a piece of talisman paper and put it against the stone door, and muttered in her mouth: "No ignorance, no hatred, no desire, no desire, no abandonment, no self." ”。 When the last word was pronounced, the stone door suddenly made a loud noise, opened to both sides, and the dazzling sunlight shone in from behind the door. Surrounded on all sides by cliffs, accessible only through secret passages, a few bamboo huts are built around a central clearing, and a small pond with no living creatures on the other side is still clear. If it weren't for the uneasiness in his heart, Jiang Xingge would indeed be very happy to stay here.

"From tomorrow onwards, there will be teachers here every day, and although it may not be a class, you still need to be careful, and you can never go wrong with listening and remembering. Meals and clothes will also be delivered by hand, and after seven days there will be trials, and I hope you will be prepared. After saying this, the maid retreated into the secret passage, and as the stone gate gradually closed, Jiang Xingge's heart became more and more worried. He couldn't figure out why he used the Qingjing Jue as the spell to open the door, why he said that the test after seven days would be a trial instead of an exam, everyone stood in silence, Jiang Xingge thought, maybe someone else had guessed something like him.