In the middle of September, the autumn was crisp, and one morning Fang Yan followed his father into the carriage that had been prepared a long time ago, and after saying goodbye to his family one by one, he rushed to Qiyue Immortal City.

Qiyue Immortal City is located in the south of Yannan City, which is the largest city within a radius of thousands of miles, and it is also the only immortal city. The so-called immortal city is not that there are no mortals living in it, but everything in the city is built around the needs of cultivation, and there are a large number of monks living in the city, and the buildings are all related to the cultivation of monks, and the mortals in it are also engaged in the profession of serving the monks.

A city like Yannan City was mainly built for families and mortals to live in, and Xiuxianfang City was also built because of the need for monks, such a city is generally called Fan City, and there are hundreds of them within thousands of miles around. Moreover, these mortal cities, sects and other big forces are not very managed, and the secular dynasties are only nominally subordinate, almost all of them are managed by one or a few larger families, and then set up some sects to protect themselves as tiger skins.

Qiyue Immortal City is an immortal city recognized by the eight major sects, it has been built for tens of thousands of years, and it is managed by deacons sent by the eight major sects, and all the income is distributed internally by them. The main industries in the city are also owned by these sects, and only a few belong to some small sects and families, but if you can get a little property in this city, even if it is small, it is not a simple small force or small family, at least a family like the Fang family is not qualified to get involved.

All the way is basically a straight and open avenue, not far from the south of the city is a plain, on both sides of the road are lush fields, planted with large areas of crops. The roads are very smooth, the carriages are not bumpy at all on the road, the road is full of people and cars, there are inns and restaurants and markets on the roadside from time to time, and many villages near and far are not at all desolate on the side of Hujun Mountain.

After ten days of walking, the carriage traveled more than 1,000 miles, and the road was still open, but it was gradually full of ramps. It is a road that is halfway up the mountainside, with many fewer pedestrians and more cars and horses, and rolling hills on both sides of the road. Along the way, there were many disciples who participated in the draft like Fang Yan, and some familiar ones would come forward to talk about a thing or two. After walking for three days in the mountain road, I came to a Xiongguan built on a mountain peak.

Fang Yan got out of the carriage, and was immediately stunned by the fairy city in front of him, standing in front of the pass with his mouth wide open for a pillar of incense, Fang Tong smiled and did not speak.

This is a city that has never been spoken in a dialect, very huge, the walls are dozens of zhang high, all of them are built with large boulders, and you can't see the edge at a glance on both sides. In front is the city gate, the arched city gate is also more than ten zhang high, ten zhang open, two black and swarthy gates weigh 10,000 catties.

The people who entered the city were all lined up in several columns, and the long queues were all long, and the guards at the gate were all monks in armor, and the monks who were high in the family became the soldiers who defended the city here. After waiting in line for an hour, a few dialects arrived at the gate of the city.

Fang Tong stepped forward quickly, showed the Fang family's token to the monk guarding the city, and handed over a few spirit stones. After a while, he brought three small cards, which were temporary orders to enter the city, and he had to go to a place in the city to renew the token after three days. Everyone who enters the city, whether it is an immortal, is two spirit stones, and the monk is okay, if it is a mortal, it is difficult for a mortal to get such a high entrance fee.

Drive the carriage to an inn in the city, and the coachman has his own inn arrangement. The two of them asked for a large suite, and they lived on the fifth floor of the highest floor of this inn, and they needed two spirit stones a day, and it was only the accommodation fee. It is said that they arrived early, and in a few days the inns in the city would be full, and even some people who could not find a place would sleep in teahouses and liquor stores.

Immortal City is also not easy to live in, it is not an imaginary immortal holy land, and it is difficult to move an inch here without spirit stones. The room in the residence is spacious and tidy, and after taking a bath, the two of them rested for a while and walked around and walked around the market. Before going out, Fang Yan gave Fang the same part of the things he was going to sell, and the two went to sell them separately, buying some things by the way, and then going back to the inn at night.

This immortal city is very huge, divided into five areas, east, west, south, north and middle, and there are more than ten peaks and rivers in the city, and all kinds of shops of all sizes are spread everywhere. Fang Yan roughly calculated in his heart, this city is inhabited by millions of people, and the area where they live alone is afraid that there are nearly a million people, and they are still in this area for an hour or two.

There are not only large and small shops on the road, but also a lot of stalls on both sides of some small streets, and the whole fairy city extends in all directions, dazzling. From time to time, Fang Yan also entered some slightly smaller shops, and those big shops were all high-level monks who practiced qi, and from time to time you could also see some people with strong breaths, who were very likely to be the predecessors of the foundation period. The dialects there don't dare to go in, and they talk about transactions, even the breath of those people can't stand it.

Fang Yan only sold a few things and didn't dare to sell them anymore, and the rest were either stores that were not worth a few spirit stones, or Fang Yan, who was too valuable to sell, was weak for a while. If you shoot unscrupulously, you will be targeted by the high-ranking monks who abound in this city, and you will be in trouble. Fang Yan also bought some things, a few bottles of pills used in the early stage of qi training, a jade slip on spiritual grass, and only used more than a hundred spirit stones.

In addition, the dialect also inquired in detail about the price of the raw materials used in the decoction, fortunately they are all big road goods, and some are even cheaper than the southern city. After walking a few streets, it took the dialect a whole afternoon, and it was getting late, and the dialect hurried back to the inn.

After returning to the inn and waiting for a while, Fang Tong came back and talked in the room, only to know that Fang Tong hadn't sold much either, mainly because he was afraid of attracting attention. It's really a happy trouble, I used to have nothing to sell, but now I'm afraid of people's worries, so I don't dare to make a move.

I called the coachman and went to a restaurant on the side. The coachman is also a member of the Fang family, who has driven three generations of cars for the Fang family, and is the son of the family and loyal. When he arrived in the lobby, Fang Tong took the menu handed over by Xiao Er, ordered a few big dishes and a few side dishes, which were very hearty, and ordered a pot of good wine, and drank it with the coachman. Fang Yan was eating alone, and suddenly remembered that he still had a lot of good wine in his gourd from the dead ghost of the Jin family, and thought about buying a few wine jugs tomorrow and pretending to let his father taste them.

After two days, more and more people gathered in the city, and the inn was already full, and even the restaurants were vacated for the night. Fang Tong took three small cards for ten days in the morning, and spent fifteen spirit stones, which was really not ordinarily expensive, if it was before, Fang Tong would have to be in debt when he went back this time. During the day, as usual, they went to the shops, and there were many people and convenient places, and they took the opportunity to sell a lot of those unused demon beast materials, and got more than a thousand spirit stones.

Fang Tong also bought a lot of pills, some for himself, as well as for his family, and spent a lot of spirit stones. At night, when I drank the wine given in the dialect, I said that the taste was strong, and it should be a low-level spirit wine, which was much better than what was sold in restaurants. Fang Yan gave them two bottles, and the coachman thanked them vigorously. The next day, Fang Tong brought another bottle, which was a magic weapon he had specially bought, and asked Fang Yan to put dozens of catties of wine in a storage bag.

Two days later, the draft meeting will start, and the city will be full of bustling people, and even people will start to set up stalls on the streets, as long as they give a spirit stone to the guards who patrol back and forth, they can put it for a day. The dialect is fine, and every day when I come back, I will buy a few pieces of jade slips and some fire crystals. The jade slip is mainly the knowledge of the cultivation realm, and the basic knowledge of the alchemy refiner, that is, to increase some knowledge, you can't refine anything by relying on this, and the fire flame crystal is used to heat and boil the decoction, which is much easier to use than firewood.

The draft meeting has finally begun, and the venue is on the large square in front of the Lord's Mansion in the central district of the city, and it is the same every year. Fang Yan followed his father to come here early in the morning, but who knew that it was already crowded. Twenty-four high platforms were placed in the middle of the square, and there were eight towers in front of the high platforms, and everyone lined up in front of the eight towers.

Just after the hour, a white jade-like flying boat stopped in front of the tower, and five monks walked down, the first one breathed very terrifying, and everyone felt that their breath was suffocated instantly, such a big spiritual pressure must be Jindan Ancestor, and the huge square suddenly became silent. At this moment, a young man in his twenties walked out from behind him, dressed in white, with a golden four-legged square embroidered on his chest.

"Everyone, don't be impatient, the draft meeting of the eight sects will start soon, and after the other few sects have arrived, the selection can begin. Please also line up and do not make a loud noise, and the violators will be expelled. The monk's voice was not loud, but the whole square could hear it clearly. Then several people walked into the tower, and only the monk who had just spoken took out an Aoki long table and put it in front of him, and took out a chair with a back to sit on it, and then closed his eyes and said no more.

In less than half an hour, the remaining seven major sects were all gathered, the head of the eight sects, the Lanyue Sect, was the last to arrive, and the five monks were sitting on a very beautiful flower boat, led by a female cultivator wearing a veil and mask, only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Each sect had only one monk outside, and eight tables were placed in front of the towers where they were located. At this time, there were tens of thousands of monks lined up outside, and they were lined up in front of the towers of the sect they wanted to join. Fang Yan was naturally lined up in the line of the Lanyue Sect, and after Fang Tong sent him, he waited quietly outside the line.

This was the largest number of women in the eight teams, and the most nuns, and from time to time there was a whispering voice. From time to time, the monks of the other teams looked here, especially the male nuns, who let the beautiful female nuns gather here. The dialect was at the top of the line, and it was not until after noon that it was their turn.

The first level is to test bone age, which is under 18 years old. The test was a foundation building monk in his thirties, who was pleasant and unhurried from beginning to end, making people feel like a spring breeze. I saw him gently put his hand on Fang Yan's shoulder, and after a while, he gently shook Fang Yan's wrist, and after a while, he said, "Bone age seventeen, pass." Then he motioned for the dialect to enter the tower.

When you get to the middle floor of the tower, it is the second level of the draft, testing the spiritual root. Fang Yan was a little apprehensive in his heart, he didn't know what kind of spiritual root he was, the spiritual root qualification determines whether the monk's cultivation path can be long-term in the future, the person who tested is a beautiful male cultivator, he really deserves the word Xiumei, if he changes into women's clothes, he must be very beautiful.

The monk gestured with his hand to sit down in front of a large artifact, and then let the dialect stick his whole body to the artifact as he had spoken. Listening to the sound of his voice, Fang Yan suppressed and almost laughed, but when the results of the spirit test came out, Fang Yan could no longer laugh, and the monk said to him contemptuously: "Five spirit roots, and they are the five spirit roots of the five elements average. ”

The most important feature of the spiritual root, the more prominent it is, the better it is to cultivate. For example, the single spirit root only has one of the five elements, so you only need to take the exercises of this attribute, and you can enter the realm quickly, it is not an exaggeration to say that you have been a person for decades in a year, and you are a disciple of all the major sects. And the more spiritual roots, the more complicated, the less prominent the characteristics of the monks, not only is it difficult to have matching exercises, but there are also many hurdles in cultivation, the reason is that it is difficult to accumulate enough spiritual power in the body to break through the bottleneck, so it is not too far on the road of cultivation, and people who stop at the Qi refining period abound.

And the dialect is even better, the average five spiritual roots, no characteristics at all, the worst spiritual roots, only stronger than those who do not have spiritual roots. The path of cultivation is destined to be full of levels, and every step has to pay dozens or even hundreds of times more hardship than others, which can be described as even more difficult.

Fang Yan was blindsided when he heard the news, and blurted out: "Then can I participate in the selection of outer disciples?" As long as you pass three levels to enter the tower, the best of them can be recommended as inner disciples, and secondly, you can also become official disciples, and the worst of them are monks who have passed the sect, and they can participate in the selection of outer disciples, in fact, they are the lowest servant disciples of the sect, but the big sects pay attention to reputation, and they are better to say.

"Do you think I want any garbage from the Moon Sect?" the monk who was neither male nor female smiled coldly.

Fang Yan froze for a moment, couldn't say a word, blushed, and walked out blankly under the urging of the monk behind.

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