Following Yang Donglai and the others, they guarded the children in the village and headed towards the county seat.

I just arrived at Daliu Village next door.

We happened to encounter two ox carts, and among them was the ox uncle.

The village chief also took the lead, and several strong men guarded the children in their village.

The village chief of Daliu Village is called Wang Fugui. When the two village chiefs met and greeted each other, they decided to go together and have someone to look after them.

After walking for a while, the number of vehicles on the road gradually increased.

Naturally, they were all like them, leading the children in the village to the county for selection.

Hey, there seems to be movement in the sky.

Yang Donglai followed the crowd and suddenly felt something in his mind.

Something seemed to be flying from the distant sky.

"Look, everyone, it's a fairy! There are gods flying in the sky!"

As the figure in the sky appeared, adults and children could all see it clearly.

It was someone flying around on a flying sword in the sky.

Not only Yang Donglai, but also everyone was excited and excited when they saw this scene, shouting that they were immortals.

Even when most people saw this, they couldn't help but kneel down and worship on the spot.

"Brother Yang, look, are they really immortals? They are really flying in the sky. If we are selected by the immortal sect, can we fly in the sky like them?"

As the essay finished, the other children were all excited and wished they could be chosen.

Especially Xiaowen, like other children, is full of longing and wishes he could fly up and down like those people flying in the sky.

Yang Donglai touched his little head: "As long as you choose to practice hard, you can be like them."

When he looked at those people in the sky, he naturally found it difficult to calm down. He carefully touched the spirit-drawing talisman inside through his clothes, which could isolate the breath of cultivation.

According to the records on the cultivation techniques, if they are correct, these people have reached the foundation-building stage among immortal cultivators.

Because according to the book, as long as a cultivator reaches the realm of foundation building, he can fly with the help of flying swords.

There are appearances of these immortal cultivators in heaven.

Then it's natural and you don't have to worry about any safety issues.

If it's not bad, those cultivators must also be trying to help all the children reach the county town smoothly.

After all, they are also selecting immortal seedlings for their immortal sect, so how could they allow anything to happen?

At the same time, it was also to show off deliberately and let everyone know.

As long as you can be selected by Beixianmen, becoming an immortal cultivator will be such an honor and your status will be noble.

Just when those people knelt down to worship, you can see the status of immortal cultivators in the hearts of ordinary mortals.

It was just as Yang Donglai imagined.

From beginning to end, apart from most of the children eating, drinking, and making noises, there were no incidents.

As the sky got darker, I hurriedly and slowly arrived at Qinghe County.

Because it can be said that it is the selection of immortal sects in the entire county.

The entire county can be said to be crowded with people both inside and outside.

As a farmer born in a remote mountain village, it is rare for him to enter the county town once in his life.

Adults and children have already become nervous and uneasy when they see such a lively scene.

The old village chief asked Yang Donglai and the others to stay together, and Yang Yan told them to take good care of the children in the village.

Fortunately, those cultivators made arrangements in advance.

The bullock carts in each village are parked outside the city with signs and people are prepared to take care of them in advance.

Because it was getting dark, those cultivators had already sent people to prepare a large shack for them to rest.

Under such circumstances, Yang Donglai naturally came in handy.

Because the selection starts tomorrow, there must be an order.

Yang Donglai went to the registration office to queue up to register. He had to report the number of children, their names, etc.

I didn’t expect those cultivators to be quite thoughtful.

Not only did he provide shelter for all of them, he also took care of food.

As long as the children register, each child can receive two hot steamed buns.

In addition, everyone can drink free porridge.

After having enough porridge and rice, Yang Donglai and the others found one of the seats, including the others, looking forward to tomorrow's arrival.

"Brother Yang, I feel like I can't sleep. Brother Yang, tell me, can my second sister and I be selected tomorrow?"

"Brother Yang, I can't sleep either. I can't help but think about tomorrow. I don't know which of us will detect the spiritual roots and be selected."

Not only Erya Xiaowen, but also the younger one fell asleep.

Almost all the adults and children who came here looked like they were full of worries.

Yang Donglai smiled and patted their heads: "Don't think so much. It would be better if you can choose. If you can't choose, the worst we can do is go back to the village."

Xiaowen nodded: "Well, Brother Yang is right. Even if we can't choose, the worst we can do is go back, and Sister He will never be separated."

Erya thought about it and said worriedly: "Brother Yang, I mean if, if Xiaowen and I are chosen to be taken to the Immortal Sect, then you must take good care of our eldest sister, okay?"

Yang Dong looked at Erya and was stunned for a moment, then nodded solemnly.

"Don't worry Erya, I will definitely take good care of your eldest sister and I will never let her be bullied by anyone."

Erya and Xiaowen all smiled and nodded.

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Finally came the morning of the second day.

Had a hasty breakfast.

"Look, everyone, are they all cacti from the Immortal Sect? Those fairy sisters are so beautiful!"

Yang Donglai and everyone were led to the designated place.

From a distance, I saw many men and women dressed in gorgeous clothes, some holding swords in their hands, some with long swords on their backs, and other weapons of different kinds.

Especially the aura exuded by those people makes them look noble and noble at first glance.

Especially the young men among them, all of them are handsome and unrestrained, and the women are all of extraordinary beauty.

On a high platform in front of those people.

There is something like a tall stone tablet placed there.

Following the Qinghe County restriction order, some opening remarks were made about the order of spiritual root detection.

"Okay, everyone, be quiet. Next, the selection of fairy seedlings will begin."

"The first is Laifu Village, the first one is Zhao Gou Sheng!"

As the man finished speaking, everyone from the crowd, called Laifucun, squeezed to the front with excited faces.ωωw..net

Among them, a little boy named Zhao Gou Sheng, who was twelve or thirteen years old and looked a little nervous, was taken to the stone monument.

Yang Dong saw it clearly and led the man to ask Zhao Gou Sheng to put his hand on a raised oval stone the size of a bowl.

"Don't think about anything, close your eyes and relax."

Following the man's instructions, the man named Zhao Gou Sheng closed his eyes and slowly calmed down his nervousness.

I saw people from all the major immortal sects on the stage, all staring at the big stone tablet.

The villagers watching from the audience didn't know why.

Yang Donglai looked at the actions of those people and then looked at the stone tablet. He seemed to understand something and nodded subconsciously.

After a few breaths passed, those people looked at the stone monument and saw no movement, shaking their heads one after another.

"Without spiritual roots, the next one is Zhao Xiaohua."

When he heard that he had no spiritual roots, Zhao Gousheng burst into tears, and someone immediately pulled him down.

As time goes by, the second and third ones keep coming.

Unexpectedly, there are very few people with spiritual roots who meet the requirements.

Until the last one in Laifu Village was a seven or eight-year-old girl named Wang Xiaocao.

Following Wang Xiaocao's hand, he also placed his hand on the stone.

The stone tablet suddenly buzzed and a ray of light appeared.

The immortal cultivators on the stage suddenly stood up from their seats.

"It turns out to be Tianlinggen!"

"Such a genius is worthy of my Qingyun Sect."

"Hmph, I, Mingyue Palace, should accept this girl."

"I see that the child is upright. It is only right that my sword sect should practice the supreme swordsmanship."
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