"Sit down, it's time to land. ”

I don't know how long it took, just when Zhang Fan was sitting on the carpet and drowsy, the young man's voice woke Zhang Fan up.

When he opened his eyes, Zhang Fan saw that the young man was controlling the carpet to slowly descend, and the carpet finally fell smoothly on the ground.

Zhang Fan, who fell to the ground, looked up, only to see the towering peaks of the clouds one by one, continuous, several goshawks circling and flying in the middle of the mountainside, white clouds shrouded in the top of the mountain, the whole mountain is full of a kind of elegant and handsome beauty, giving people a feeling of absolute dust.

Looking at the giant peak in front of him that towered into the sky like a heavenly spine, Zhang Fan's mouth was shocked.

Although he grew up in a mountain village, Zhang Fan has never seen such a large peak, these peaks are bigger than any small mountain in his hometown, and those low dirt mountains in his hometown are simply different from the giant mountains in front of him.

Zhang Fan had never read a book, and although he didn't know what words to use to describe the scenery in front of him, he secretly compared the mountains in his hometown.

Not to mention that the mountains in my hometown are low, and they are bare, and the mountains are used for farming, and there are no plants, let alone any beautiful and beautiful.

After comparing for a long time, Zhang Fan didn't find anything surprising about the landscape in his hometown, looking at the mountain peaks shrouded in white clouds, Zhang Fan had to sigh secretly, "Maybe that's where the gods live." ”

If I'm chosen, I'll be able to live here." Thinking of this, Zhang Fan's heart became excited again.

In the middle of the mountain peak is a wide valley, and a bluestone step extends from the valley to the foot of the mountain, only to see waves of people converging into a torrent along the bluestone steps towards the valley.

These days are when the Returning Daoist Sect selects disciples, and there are people who come to try their luck to see if they are qualified, and there are sects that send people to recruit and select, so the flow of people is quite large.

Those with qualifications stay, and those without qualifications are sent back, this is the rule of the Guidao Sect to select disciples, simple and direct, without any fancies.

As a result, a large number of people come here every year, but in the end, there are only a few people who actually stay.

Groups of people went in, and groups of people came out.

Zhang Fan and the others who were brought from Jincheng, the young disciple sent a middle-aged man to take them, and automatically formed a team, following behind the torrent of people, climbing up the bluestone steps and meandering forward.

After walking for more than an hour, the long queue finally stopped, Zhang Fan glanced ahead, and a boxy square appeared in front of him.

This square seems to have been carved out of the valley, and the whole square is extremely flat, hundreds of meters long and wide, and is completely paved with cyan stone slabs, and the scale is grand.

Came to the square, only to see a large palace appear in the center of the square, this palace is majestic and tall, magnificent, and above the palace door hangs a plaque inlaid with gold tongs jade, the plaque has a few big characters written on it, but unfortunately Zhang Fan has not read the book, I don't know what is written on it, but I think it is a little good-looking.

The procession came to a halt in front of the palace, and the children who had come to participate in the selection lined up in the square.

In front of the palace, a sixty-year-old man stood straight, only to hear the old man's voice say loudly: "Xiuzhen looks at qualifications and chances, without qualifications everything is in vain, no matter how hard you try, everything is in vain, everything is decided by the immortal master, do you understand?"

"Understood. A haphazard but loud answer sounded in the square, and the voice was full of anticipation and excitement.

"Well, then you guys will come in order, one by one. After saying this, the old man stood on the side of the entrance of the main hall.

At the front of the line, people walked into the palace one after another, and some people came out, most of them came out, and a very small number of people did not come out but stayed inside.

Zhang Fan knew that those children who stayed inside were qualified and were favored by the Daoist Sect, so they would be left in the main hall.

The children in the square took turns to go in and out one by one, just when Zhang Fan was bored waiting, a deep voice came from the hall.

"Next"!

Zhang Fan was standing at the front of the team at the moment, and when he heard this voice, his heart trembled inexplicably, and he hurriedly ran up the steps.

After waiting for a long time, it was finally my turn.

Zhang Fan walked down the steps of the hall into the hall. In the main hall, two old men sat in the center, and next to them stood a few young disciples, and some children stood behind these young disciples.

Zhang Fan knew that these children were all favored people, that is, people with cultivation qualifications, so he stayed here, Zhang Fan glanced at it, and there were only six or seven people.

"It seems that the possibility of having the cultivation qualification is really quite small. Seeing that there were only a few children left in the palace, Zhang Fan couldn't help but think.

As soon as he entered the main hall, an old man sitting in the center said to Zhang Fan: "Come here." ”

Hearing the old man say this, Zhang Fan walked there quickly, while the other old man was closing his eyes and recuperating, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Stretch out your right hand. ”

Walking to the old man's side, Zhang Fan stretched out his right hand, and the old man put Zhang Fan's hand in the palm of his hand.

Zhang Fan knew that this was the selection of disciples of the Returning Dao Sect, and when he found that all the children in the hall were looking at him, Zhang Fan's heart suddenly jumped up.

Finding that Zhang Fan's palms were full of sweat, and his five fingers were crumpled together, the old man said in a calm tone: "Don't be nervous, try to relax."

The old man's attitude is as kind as the old man next door.

Zhang Fan's heart was pounding at the moment, and most of the people in the entire hall looked at him, how could he not be nervous, but he still forcibly calmed down when he heard the old man's words.

The old man's palm seemed to have a special magic power, Zhang Fan only felt that his right hand was hot, and streams of heat continued to pour into his body along his right hand.

Under the injection of this hot flow, Zhang Fan felt that his whole body was comfortable, which felt as comfortable as roasting by the stove in winter, Zhang Fan simply closed his eyes.

"You must have qualifications, so that you can fly like those immortals..."Zhang Fan prayed silently in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, the old man's hand was slowly retracted, Zhang Fan came back from that strange feeling, Zhang Fan opened his eyes, and looked at the old man with some expectation.

The kindness on the old man's face was swept away at this moment, and he saw the old man say expressionlessly: "You go out, next"!