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Song Ziping and Mo Suifeng, who had already met several times, were inseparable along the way, and came to Qingyan Station with laughter and laughter.

Not long after, a simple Taoist temple converted into the residence of the Qingyan Sect appeared in front of the two.

The Taoist temple has obviously been very old, the wall skin of the outer wall is slightly mottled and even peeled off, and the vermilion paint on the door post has also fallen a lot, only the plaque on the door is very new, and it looks like it has not been done for a long time, but overall it is still quite cold.

On the plaque, the word 'Qingyan' in the small seal is neat and simple, and the low-key and long-term Qingyan Sect is depicted between the lines. On both sides is a couplet: "A little blue light shines on the earth, and the red sun accompanies my heart", which secretly outlines the difficulties and directions of cultivation.

Although the plaque looks good, but the sect that doesn't even want to clean up the station, is it really an ideal place to cultivate, Mo Suifeng couldn't help but look back at Song Ziping.

Song Ziping didn't see this, and pulled Mo Suifeng to want to enter it.

According to Song Ziping, the Immortal Ascension Conference was held on September 21, but now it is September 15, and there are few people in front of Qingyan's station, which does not look like what kind of conference is going to be held at all.

Mo Suifeng stopped and looked at Song Ziping in surprise: "Brother Ziping, are you sure you didn't remember the wrong date?" Or are you really here as the Qingyan Sect's residence?"

Song Ziping's face was full of fat, and he said with a smile: "Brother Mo, do you think there are few people who sign up?"

Mo Suifeng nodded thoughtfully.

Song Ziping coughed with a little embarrassment and said, "Brother Mo doesn't know, there are two ways to register for this Qingyan Sect Immortal Ascension Conference, one is recommended by the major families, and the other is to sign up for the casual cultivation on your own. Participants recommended by various families do not need to sign up here, this place is actually a place that accepts casual practice registration, and it is understandable that there are fewer people. ”

Mo Suifeng couldn't help but ridicule Song Ziping and said, "I see! I see! Brother Ziping, let's go in." “

Song Ziping's face was flushed with shame, although after being abandoned by the family, his little life was not bad, but after all, it was not a glorious thing, and it was really a little embarrassing for the family to say it.

There was no one guarding the entrance of the Taoist temple, and the two of them easily entered the temple.

What is even more unexpected is that the place of registration is not in the house, just in the courtyard of the Taoist temple, a table is set up, and a big sign is erected behind it, on which the dragon and the phoenix dance are written in three big characters "Registration Office", which is a bit of a temporary recruitment office.

Behind the desk, a little Taoist sat there lazily, with a mouth full of gas, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

However, the courtyard is obviously more lively than outside the Taoist temple, several groups of people gather together in twos and threes, some people close their eyes to recuperate, some people whisper, and some people walk back and forth nervously.

Without waiting for Mo Suifeng to sign up, Song Ziping volunteered to run over and came to the "registration office".

He yelled at the Dao boy and said with a smile on his face: "Fairy Child, we want to sign up for the Immortal Ascension Conference!"

Xiao Daotong didn't even raise his eyelids, and said weakly: "Name?"

"Don't follow the wind!"

"Age?"

Song Ziping looked back at Mo Suifeng and asked, "Brother Mo, Gui Geng?"

"Seventeen," Mo said calmly.

"Seventeen" Song Ziping turned his head and repeated.

But at this moment, Xiao Daotong stopped doing it, threw the brush in his hand on the table, and reprimanded: "Is it you who signed up, or did he sign up?"

Song Ziping and Mo Suifeng were both stunned, is there any difference between this?

Before the two of them could explain, Dao Tong said angrily: "You rich children, what kind of place do you think this sect is, and you can't even sign up for things yourself, so don't accept it!"

Mo Suifeng smiled slightly, this Daotong is quite characteristic, he has seen this kind of thing a lot in his previous life, he stretched out his hand and pulled Song Ziping behind him, walked to Daotong with a smile, and said with a pleasant face: "Xiantong, I want to sign up!"

"You can't support yourself, you don't deserve to sign up in my sect!" Xiao Daotong said angrily.

"Xiantong, why do you assert that Mo can't support himself?" Mo Suifeng was not angry, but still asked with a smile.

"People who can't even sign up for themselves, even if they can't support themselves, are also people who like to work hard!" Xiao Daotong began to get a little impatient.

Mo Suifeng's face was stunned and said: "Xiantong, you can eat things indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense, how do you know that I won't sign up by myself?"

"Then why don't you come and sign up by yourself?"

"Excuse me, does your sect have a rule that you must sign up by yourself?" please think about it and answer it again!" Mo Suifeng's tone suddenly became stern.

"That'..... that's not true!" Xiao Daotong was stunned for a moment, and said hesitantly.

"Since you don't have it, then what's the point, don't you hurry up and register me!" Mo slammed his sleeves angrily, secretly exuding a faint spiritual sense of coercion.

Xiao Daotong smiled, as if he didn't feel the spiritual pressure at all, sat down again, and muttered: "I will register you for registration, who to scare." ”

Song Ziping didn't know the situation, but Mo Suifeng was shocked, this Dao Tong was not simple, he could resist the pressure of his spiritual sense without being affected in the slightest.

Frightened, Mo Suifeng put away his contempt, this spiritual sense coercion is a small technique for the release of spiritual consciousness, although his spiritual sense is not too strong, but it is definitely not something that ordinary people can bear.

Next, Dao Tong seemed to have a change of heart, and asked a few simple questions, nothing more than who was the surname, and where he was born.

Mo Suifeng replied truthfully, and Xiao Daotong was not embarrassed for him, and soon all of them were boarded.

Xiao Daotong put a pen, gave Mo Suifeng a list, pointed to the side room with his hand, and said lightly: "Pay the fee!"

"Pay the fee?" Mo Suifeng was a little puzzled, do you still have to pay a fee for this selection of disciples?

Song Ziping had heard about this, and without waiting for Mo Suifeng to continue asking, he pulled him out of the registration office.

On the way, Song Ziping simply told Mo Suifeng about the payment, and gave Mo Suifeng a silver ticket, which was a bill of one thousand taels.

Seeing that Song Ziping was familiar with the door, Mo Suifeng didn't bother to ask again, and stepped into the room that Xiaodao Tong pointed to.

In the wing, a table, a middle-aged man, simple and clear, even bothered to get a "toll office" sign.

Mo put the list on the table with the wind, and said heroically: "Uncle, pay the fee." “

The middle-aged man looked up at Mo Suifeng, picked up the list, and snorted coldly: "Thanks to your patronage, the registration fee is 10,000 taels of silver." “

Mo Suifeng is a little blind, 10,000 taels of silver, this price is too outrageous, right? Originally, the fee for selecting disciples was unreasonable, and the fee was so high, this was not an immortal ascension conference, it was simply a wealth collection conference?

Mo Suifeng's face turned cold and said, "Uncle, ten thousand taels, you're not teasing me, are you?"

"Are you going to pay it or not?" asked the middle-aged man impatiently.

Mo Suifeng turned around and wanted to leave, but as soon as he turned around, Song Ziping grabbed him, but this time Song Ziping didn't dare to say more, but he just pulled out a silver ticket and handed it to Mo Suifeng very painfully.

He lowered his voice and asked Song Ziping: "Brother Ziping, it's so expensive, are you sure you want to sign up?"

Although Song Ziping was in pain, he said without hesitation: "Sure, very sure, please Brother Mo!"

Looking at Song Ziping's appearance, Mo Suifeng didn't say anything more, and directly handed over the silver ticket.

The middle-aged man took the silver ticket, glanced at it, and threw it in a box next to him.

Then he took out an iron card and threw it to Mo Suifeng, and said a little lazily: "Go outside and wait, and call the number according to the card for a while, and conduct a basic quality test." “