Qing Xuan looked at Xiang Junhao with a smile, and said kindly: You melon baby, you were still hanging before entering the door, what do you think this is?

Qing Xuan took out two boxes from the ring and placed them on the table next to him. One of the two boxes is wrapped in crocodile skin, short and slender. The other box is made of pure wood, flat and square. Xiang Junhao looked at the old man Qingxuan, so he was not restrained, and came to Qingxuan with a smile. But he didn't open the two boxes immediately, but stood by Qing Xuan's side very measuredly.

Xiang Junhao hugged Qingxuan's left arm and said with a smile: Grandpa Qingxuan, is my birthday still early?

The people of Yunfeng Pavilion were fine, but everyone in the Heavenly Master's Mansion was shocked by the style of painting that changed in this second. The head of Qingxuan is usually dignified and rigorous, and this kid has just learned a lot. Xiang Jirong felt that so many outsiders were here, and Xiang Junhao's appearance was indeed too unseemly, and he looked at Xiang Jiying, the eldest brother of the pavilion master. But I saw that he also looked at Xiang Junhao fooling around beside Qing Xuan with kind eyes, thinking that my eldest brother is really his own grandfather. For the sake of the sect, Yan Fang Jirong had to be a bad guy again.

He coughed his throat and said to Jun Hao: Jun Hao, you can't make a mistake in front of Qingxuan Zhenren.

Xiang Junhao knew the proportions, and when he was shouted by the master, he immediately turned into a good baby again, spread his hand holding Qing Xuan, and stood respectfully on Qing Xuan's side, with a serious and upright expression. , this is the incarnation of a drama spirit, right? Several people in the Heavenly Master's Mansion all sighed at the style of painting that could be switched freely. Mo Qingzhi, who was sitting on the lower left side of Qing Xuan, watched quietly without waves, while Helan Xuanji in the back row was already so amused that she couldn't hold back, lowered her head and covered her mouth with slender nephrite, sneering while sneering, and glanced at Xiang Junhao with her residual eyes.

Xiang Jiying spoke at this time: Jun Hao, aren't you clamoring to go down the mountain to practice?

Xiang Junhao's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he walked around from behind the table to Xiang Jiying's side, and said excitedly: Grandpa, really?

Xiang Jiying pointed to Mo Qingzhi who was sitting under his left hand at this time, and said: This is Mo Qingzhi of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, the beloved disciple of your Qingxuan grandfather, and also your senior uncle. He's very good at all kinds of fighting skills, how about letting him take you to experience it for a year?

Mo Qingzhi stood up and stood up and saluted Xiang Jiying and Qingxuan Zhenren respectively, and said: If Xiang Ge Lao is not stupid, and Jun Hao's nephew does not abandon me as a senior uncle, Qingzhi will definitely bow to the end.

Xiang Junhao looked at Mo Qingzhi, and saw that this uncle was bright, fair-skinned, and had dark pupils, which looked bright and imposing. can't help but remind him of an old saying, "Floating like a cloud, like a dragon". Xiang Junhao thought to himself, it doesn't matter who he takes, as long as he can get out of these five peaks, it is excellent. However, Xiang Junhao's eyes rolled, thinking that he had been arguing for two years, and now he actually agreed, and there are so many seniors in front of him, so he is careful and deceitful.

Qing Xuan saw Xiang Jun Hao's careful thoughts, and said with a smile: "But, Jun Hao, you have to pass a test before you can go down the mountain with Mo Qingzhi, dare to try?"

Xiang Junhao knew that these old men were not so simple, and pretended to be angry and said: I just said that there must be fraud here, you grandfathers just bullied me like this, an innocent and cute well-behaved child?

After he finished saying this, it was the turn of several people on the Yunfeng Pavilion side who couldn't hold back. Are you innocent, cute, and well-behaved? Why haven't you seen it in the past ten years? Yunfeng Pavilion has already burned high incense before it was demolished by you and your senior sister Xiao Sijia.

Qing Xuan ignored Xiang Junhao's complaints, and continued: I discussed with your grandfather, today is the day of your trial and acceptance of apprentices. You are an exam question, there will be five candidates to challenge you, all of them win, you and Mo Qing hold down the mountain, and a tie is also a win. But if you lose one, you will fail, and you will talk about it next year.

Then Qing Xuan pointed to the two boxes on the table and said: Here is a one-and-a-half-foot-long dark iron stainless steel short-bladed waist knife, and one of them is the latest stainless steel close-fitting soft armor, and it will be given to you after passing the customs. What do you think, that makes sense, right?

Xiang Junhao looked at the smiling Qing Xuan, and thought to himself that if it weren't for your old man's seniority, he would have turned his face a long time ago! In order to fight down the mountain, those candidates waiting outside will enter the spiritual realm at most, and some will not even be able to gather Lingqi, so it should be no problem to work hard.

Xiang Junhao walked to the middle of the main hall and said: Grandpa, Grandpa Qingxuan, let's say it in front of so many people, if we win the battle, the things will go to me, and then Uncle Mu will take me down the mountain, and a word is a certainty!

The two old men laughed together and said to Jiying: A word is a certainty!

Xiang Junhao then asked: But I have a question, why do you want to go around in such a circle?

Mo Qingzhi walked over at this time, patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly: Because you are special!

Xiang Junhao looked up at Mo Qingzhi, originally wanted to give him a roll of his eyes so that he could experience it himself, but seeing Mo Qingzhi's sincere eyes, it seemed to convey some kind of information to him. made him lose the desire to complain in an instant, but a little hot-blooded motivation. Looking back on Junhao many years later, it should be trust and expectation.

At this time, the door of the main hall was pushed open, and a disciple came over, saluting and saying: Pavilion Master, the trial assessment has begun, and the sixth master is presiding over the examination room in the front yard, let me invite you and the elders to sit down and start the examination.

Xiang Jiying looked at everyone: Then please move and go to the examination room with the old man, and also ask Senior Brother Qingxuan to check it. Jun Hao, you go and prepare, and you will play later.

After that, everyone walked out of the Xiantong Hall under the leadership of Xiang Jiying and Qingxuan, and moved to the front yard. Xiang Junhao did not go with them, but stood in place and looked at the floor tiles and pondered. Mo Qingzhi's eyes did give him great motivation and drive, but what should he do if he really encounters someone who is powerful? It's too late to get a black hand, and I'm not ready. I haven't read the information of these candidates, and my eyes are black...... I can only bite the bullet and see the tricks! It's a big deal to practice hard for another year! But will these two old men have any more moths next year?

At this time, Helan Xuanji, who was walking at the end, happened to pass by him, only to see her stop, her arms facing back, bending sideways, diagonally upward, staring at Xiang Junhao with a pair of bright eyes. Xiang Junhao was pondering with all his heart, and was startled by this move, he took a step back and looked at the girl in front of him. I remembered that it was the cute little sister he saw when he entered the hall.

Xiang Junhao sorted out his expression and said, "May I ask what is the matter with this senior sister?"

Helan Xuanji smiled and said: Hello little junior brother, my name is Helan Xuanji, two years older than you, Mo Qingji's little apprentice.

Xiang Junhao felt a little embarrassed, and said: You... Hello, my name is Xiang Junhao.

Then Helan Xuanji changed her aggrieved face and said: If the little junior brother can win, Xuanji will have a little friend on the way to accompany the master. Otherwise, with Master's stinky face, it would be a headache to think about the days.

In an instant, she changed the expression of a cute little girl: I believe that the little junior brother will definitely be able to win, move forward, be invincible, turn evil into good fortune, and strive to go wild... Well... Anyway, it's very powerful! Give a high-five, come on!

After speaking, he raised his right hand into a palm, but Xiang Junhao stared at the lotus-like white hand and the pair of crystal and lovely eyes behind him. At this time, Helan Xuanji had a chestnut bullet in his other hand on Xiang Junhao's head, and said fiercely: Little junior brother, hurry up, aren't you stupid to be afraid?

Xiang Junhao came back to his senses and mechanically stretched out his hand in response. I saw Helan Xuanji leave a sentence: I believe you! and then flew out like a little swallow. Xiang Junhao rubbed his head and muttered: I believe you are a big-headed ghost, it really hurts, are you a woman so strong?

Yunfeng Pavilion, front yard arena

Xiang Junhao stood outside the ring, the breeze was blowing, and the fragrance of flowers in the mountains was blowing in his face. Although the clouds are light, the sun is not as poisonous as it was a few days ago. Today's weather is good, it's a good day to "kill and sacrifice to the sky" to seek luck... Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth showed a confident and evil smile, and this micro-expression was captured by Helan Xuanji, who was sitting in the audience. Xiang Jiying, Qing Xuan, and the elders of Yunfeng Pavilion were already seated in the assessment seats that were one zhang high, and the guests of the Yunfeng Pavilion Senior Uncles and the Heavenly Master Mansion were seated in separate seats in the audience seats at the lower levels on both sides of the assessment seats, and the other disciples of Yunfeng Pavilion were clustered around the arena.

Twenty candidates who entered the final trial lined up in the ring, and the referee of the field, Dugu Zheng, stood on the referee's bench with his chest and abdomen closed. He looked at the finalists and said loudly, "The final trial has begun." This assessment is divided into two tests: the martial arts test and the literary test. The martial arts test will be divided into four groups, each group of five people, and the group will be determined by drawing lots. Each group of candidates will take turns to compete with a Yunfeng Pavilion disciple, limited to one stick of incense, and will not be promoted to the point of victory or defeat. The literary test will be held in the Xiantong Palace, and you will talk to the elders of Yunfeng Pavilion according to the number. In the end, the elders selected the best five candidates based on their comprehensive civil and military achievements, and entered this year. The assessment begins, please draw lots and group groups!