The little boy followed the procession, but his mind didn't seem to be there, as if he was following the fortune teller, which was in stark contrast to the elated people around him who had been chosen. The little boy remembered that although he always followed the old fortune teller around, the old fortune teller never let him be hungry or cold. The old fortune teller has a very strange temper, sometimes he doesn't talk to the little boy for a day, and when he doesn't want to set up a stall, he will leave the little boy aside and drink alone. Despite this, the little boy could feel that the old fortune teller cared about him.

The little boy was thinking about his thoughts, and he didn't pay attention to the scenery on the side of the road, let alone anyone beside him. Suddenly, a warm voice came: "What, homesick?" The little boy came back to his senses, and when he looked up, it was the fat man. The little boy shook his head: "I don't have a home. ”

The fat man was a little surprised: "No home? Who is that old man just now?"

The little boy lowered his head and said, "He is my father-in-law." ”

The fat man suddenly realized, "Oh, that's right, can you tell me what your name is?"

The little boy said, "Linghu Heng." ”

When the fat man heard this name, he was stunned for a moment, and said to himself: "Is it difficult to make a fox?"

The little boy was precocious, and after a moment of thought, he asked, "Uncle, do you know this surname?"

The fat man groaned a little and said, "This surname is rare, I'm just a little curious." Although the fat man said so, but the little boy, oh no, it should be said that it was Linghu Heng, he noticed that the fat man's expression was a little evasive, and he already knew in his heart that what the fat man said was not the truth, and he didn't debunk it, thinking in his heart: "One day I will find out who is my father and who is my mother, and I will personally ask them why they abandoned me!"

This conversation makes the scene a little dull. Fortunately, the fat man just wants to know some basic information about Ling Huheng, and since the goal has been achieved, he will accept it when he sees it. Gujian Mountain is not far from the competition platform, and it has reached the foot of Gujian Mountain in less than half an hour.

The old man who led the way stopped, turned his head and said lightly: "You have to climb up the mountain by yourself! This road leads to the mountain gate of my Ancient Sword Sect for twelve hours. Then he looked up at the sun and said, "It's noon now, after the midday, if you can't climb to the mountain gate, then you are not qualified to become a disciple of my Ancient Sword Sect, do you understand?"

Ling Hu Heng looked up at the Ancient Sword Mountain, and saw that this Ancient Sword Mountain was majestic, the main peak was towering into the clouds, and the Ancient Sword Sect was built on this main peak. There is only one path to go up, and the road is overgrown with weeds and strange rocks, and I don't know how many years no one has climbed it. It's no wonder that anyone has nothing to do to climb this Ancient Sword Mountain? Everyone in the Tianyu Continent knows that the Ancient Sword Sect is on the Ancient Sword Mountain. And those who cause trouble are all edgeworthy, and there is no need to climb the mountain so troublesomely. And those who don't know how to resist the sword naturally don't have the courage to break into this ancient sword mountain.

The old man continued, "Time is running out, why don't you start soon?"

Hearing this, the one hundred and seventy-six people who were selected all rushed to climb the mountain, fearing that they would fall behind and would not be able to enter the Ancient Sword Sect. Only the little boy was unhurried and fell last. The fat man was a little surprised: "Why aren't you faster?"

Ling Huheng replied: "What's the use of being fast? Anyway, you can get to the mountain gate." ”

The fat man was shocked by his answer, and said with a little surprise: "Just one can arrive!"

By the time the little boy started to climb, some of them had already climbed very high, but because of the rapid consumption of their bodies, their speed slowed down. During the climb of the mountain, except for the old man, the other fourteen members of the Ancient Sword Sect were secretly guarding on the side, fearing that one of them would fall down the mountain with the wrong foot. After all, none of them have the slightest spiritual power, and if they fall, they will be crippled if they don't die.

The minutes ticked by, and soon the sun had gone down and night was falling. The vanguard of the climb was only halfway up the mountain, and they were exhausted, their feet were as heavy as lead, and they could not take half a step, so they had to stop and rest for a while before continuing. And Ling Huheng was also tired and out of breath, but because of his perennial experience of running with the fortune teller, his body was still abundant.

At this time, someone in front of Ling Huheng suddenly shouted: "I don't climb anymore, I'm afraid of the dark, I want to go home, I want to go home!" Linghu Heng looked at it, but he was a well-dressed little rich man with smooth skin. The fat man's face was slightly sad, and he came to the rich man's side from behind, and asked sharply, "Are you sure to give up?"

The rich man wiped his tears and nodded. The fat man didn't say anything, and with a wave of his big sleeves, he rolled up the rich man, and the sword went down the mountain. One man set an example, and soon, a dozen more people could not stand it anymore and shouted loudly to go down the mountain. The people of the Ancient Sword Sect didn't say a word, and immediately led them down the mountain. Ling Huheng watched this scene, but didn't say anything, just continued to climb along the rugged mountain road.

On the way, tired, Ling Hu Heng didn't shout tired, thirsty, Ling Hu Heng swallowed his saliva and continued to climb. Gradually, Ling Huheng has surpassed all the people in front of him. I don't know how long it took, but I finally saw a scene of candlelight flickering in the darkness. Ling Hu Heng's spirit lifted and he quickened his pace. After turning a mountain road, the mountain gate of the Ancient Sword Sect was already clearly visible. After another quarter of an hour, Ling Hu Heng finally arrived in front of the mountain gate, he dragged his legs that were almost numb and stumbled into the mountain gate, and was stunned by the scene in front of him: I saw that behind the mountain gate, there was a long staircase, behind the stairs is a piece of buildings, during which the shadows of the trees are verdant, and the auspicious clouds are patches, and the antique buildings complement each other, and the end is a good place for self-cultivation! Before Ling Hu Heng finished watching the scenery, an ethereal voice sounded in Ling Hu Heng's ears: " I can't believe that this year it was a child who was the first to climb to the mountain gate!"

Ling Hu Heng also understood the number of etiquette, bowed, and said: "Ling Hu Heng meets his seniors, I don't know what to do next?"

As soon as the words fell, a kind old man with a white beard appeared in front of him, as if he suddenly appeared, almost startling Ling Hu Heng. After Ling Hu Heng calmed down, he found that his face was full of red, with long eyebrows and beard, and he was wearing a simple robe, but what he was holding in his hand was not a sword, but a dust. He smiled and didn't move, a big hand had already touched Ling Huheng's hand bones, and for a moment, he raised his head in horror and looked at Ling Huheng, his eyes were full of surprise. Ling Huheng saw his abnormality and asked, "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

Lao Dao withdrew his hand, put away his surprised look, and put a smile like a breeze on his face again, and said, "Good boy, Poor Dao is nothing. You're tired of climbing up, so go and rest!" After finishing speaking, his dust moved slightly, and Ling Hu Heng was still about to say something, but a burst of white light flashed in front of him, his eyes were slowly closed, and his body fell backwards. Fortunately, someone followed behind, otherwise he would have fallen down the mountain.

And it was none other than the old man at the foot of Gujian Mountain who caught Ling Huheng. The old man said to Lao Dao: "Master, he is the excellent root bone I told you, and he is very suitable for cultivating the exercises of my ancient sword sect. ”

Lao Dao touched his beard and said, "Senior brother, I've worked hard for you." The poor road also poked out, and his roots and bones were excellent. ”

"But" "But what?" the old man flashed with a hint of surprise.

The old man said: "The person who brought him here seems to be the god operator Du Sheng, and I am worried that this child is the inner line that he deliberately arranged in my faction." ”

Lao Dao pondered for a while, and said: "Divine Operator Du Sheng? Although he is a person in the Demon Dao, he has never been evil, even if he accepts this child? Isn't my decency particular about leniency, why should I care about these trivial things? In my opinion, this child's eyes are clear, not like a treacherous person, but he is a talent that can be created. ”

The old man was also silent for a while, and then said, "Then the master, who are you going to let him worship under?"

Lao Dao said: "Senior Brother of Silence, he has few disciples, and he may be able to carve this piece of jade better." ”

The old man said: "Although the senior brother of the silent words is cultivated in order to attain it, he has the ability to teach the apprentice."

"Eh, junior brother, you are underestimating the silent junior brother, right?

The old man heard what the old man said, and he didn't insist on it anymore. summoned a doorman, picked up Ling Huheng's sleeping body, and walked to the faction. The old man looked worried and said, "Master, there is something unclear about the poor road. ”

"Oh, what's the matter?" the old man did not look at the old man, but looked down at the teenagers who were still climbing the mountain and had not given up. The old man also turned around, looked at the bottom of the mountain, and said: "Why is it that every time my Ancient Sword Sect receives hundreds of people, and other sects receive hundreds or thousands, the momentum is much greater, in this way, my Ancient Sword Sect will fall behind, I am afraid that in another hundred years, the prestige of the Holy Land will no longer be there!"

Lao Dao smiled and looked at the teenagers who were gritting their teeth and still trying hard to climb, and said, "Look at them, isn't the future of the Ancient Sword Sect there!"

The old man said, "But the number of people is too small, not even one-twelfth of the other factions!"

Lao Dao said: "My ancient sword sect pays the most attention to the root bones and perseverance, only the root bones do not have perseverance, even if there are achievements, it will not be great; These two are indispensable, junior brother, you need to remember that there are not many disciples in the essence, you see, among them, there must be someone who can carry forward this sect, and the prestige of the ancient sword sect will not fall in their hands!"

Lao Dao continued: "Senior brother, you are worried about the sect, you can understand it for your brother, but your cultivation has been left behind too much, don't you think?"

The old man blushed for a while and said, "What Senior Brother taught!"

"You and I entered the sect at the same time, worshiped under the sect of the ancestors, and were known as the twin stars of the ancient sword sect, originally there was no distinction between the top and the bottom, but for such mundane things, you delayed your own cultivation, why bother!" Lao Dao sighed, "You have been in the middle stage of transforming into a god for a long time, haven't you? If you bury your head in penance like the senior brother of Silent Yan, your achievements will not be lower than him, and our sect will have one more master of crossing the void!" Alas" Lao Dao sighed, sighing that the leaves were about to fall.

The old man's face was hot: "The foolish brother feels that his cultivation is too thick, and he can't calm down and cultivate, so I'm ashamed!"

Lao Dao said: "Cultivation lies in the heart. If the Lingtai is clear, why be afraid of dust?"

The old man was stunned, and muttered to himself: "Lingtai Qingming, Lingtai Qingming, how can you do it" The old way is not broken, let him realize it himself. Just when he couldn't figure it out, the teenagers all climbed up one after another, and the old man looked at them with a smile and said, "When you arrive at the mountain gate, you can be regarded as passing!" and then repeat the old trick, after making them all faint, and then let people take them to rest