Chapter 1: Are you here to assess or to cause trouble?
The Tangula Mountains, when viewed from the sky, look like many giant centipedes rushing towards a yellow peak in order to compete for some delicious food. And this peak is the famous Tianchi Peak of the Yuncang Empire.
It is like a straight long ruler that has been erected here for I don't know how many years. There are no green plants on the entire mountain peak, except for rock yellow. Looking from a distance, it passes through a few clouds, like a girl wearing a white skirt.
Just waiting here for your sweetheart.
At the foot of Tianchi Peak is a rare valley. In the valley, many houses and palaces have been built, including many tall towers. The construction style of these houses is yellow bricks and green tiles, white walls, and stone roads.
A Chinese style flavor.
Anyone who looks carefully will find that they are all built around a huge square in the middle. In the middle of the square, there is a stone sculpture of a giant sword. According to a local old man, it is an ancient fairy sword named Jinxiaoyu.
Belly sword.
It's mid-spring, and the mountains and plains are covered with all kinds of flowers, and those houses are like buildings among flowers, truly a peach blossom garden.
At this moment, many people gathered in the square. They were uniformly dressed in light green robes, which looked like ancient Chinese clothing. On their chests, there was a symbol of a long ruler piercing the clouds embroidered on them. It was not difficult to see that they
They belong to a well-established unit, and these light green clothes are their unified clothing.
"Tianchi Sect, Hanhai Year 2338, the emblem awarding conference begins now!" On the high platform of the square, an old man with yellow hair stood solemnly. He said loudly to the people below.
"Now, let's conduct the first assessment, the Star Stone Test! Those whose names I call will come on stage one by one." A man in black clothes, one meter tall, carried a black giant sword on his back like a stone tablet.
He stood in front of a stone tablet that was 2 meters high and half a meter wide, and spoke loudly to the bustling crowd in the square.
"Gao Tang!" The man in black with a huge sword shouted loudly.
I saw one person quickly squeeze out of the crowd. This person was about 1.7 meters tall. He was dressed in white, with a green silk crown, and a long sword hanging on his waist. He looked like a noble man. He was just a little bit strong. If you didn't look at his clothes, he would definitely look like a noble man.
You would think he was a coolie. Although his face is childish, it can't hide his handsome face.
The man named Gao Dan was very fast. He arrived in front of the stone tablet in a few steps, and then gently placed his hand on the stone tablet. After the dazzling yellow light passed, two golden characters suddenly appeared on the tablet: "
Nine stars!”
"Gao Tang! At the age of 12, he received nine stars! Awarded with the Golden Heavenly Ruler emblem!" Next to the yellow-haired old man, an old man with black hair flicked his sleeves, and a golden sign flew towards Gao Tang.
Gao Dan quickly took the gold badge, his hands trembling. After taking a few deep breaths, he turned to look at the last person in the five-man column below the stage, with provocation in his eyes. There, there was a man who was only about 1.5 meters tall.
The boy stood quietly. His eyes were full of nervousness and uneasiness.
At this moment, the square was like a vegetable market, and everyone started discussing!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Gao Tang is actually a nine-star Naxing! Such achievements at such a young age are really enviable! With this talent, I am afraid that I will enter the star realm and become a star hero at the age of fifteen!" The crowd in the audience,
It became lively for a while, and one of the old men stroked his gray beard and said.
"Yes! I heard before that there is a person in the Gao family who is extremely talented. I'm afraid it's Gao Mang!" A young man returned beside the old man.
"This Gao family..."
On the high platform, the yellow old man looked at the words "Nine Stars" and was surprised. He stood up from his chair. He nodded and praised. Seeing this, the group of people around him also stood up and cheered.
Palm.
"The next one is Lang Yang!" The man with the giant sword just now had a smile on his face, as if he had eaten tens of thousands of kilograms of honey. After calming down the surprise in his heart, he shouted again to the crowd below.
I saw a frail young man walking timidly onto the stage and placing his hand on the stone tablet.
"Lang Yang, eleven years old, received five stars, failed!!" The man in black with a giant sword glanced at the inconspicuous font on the stone tablet and said.
"Tsk, tsk, what a pity! But this Lang Yang is only eleven years old after all. It is not impossible that he will have another chance to enter the sixth level next year." The yellow-haired old man said.
"The next one is Lan Changle!"
"Lan Changle, 12 years old, seven stars, passed!"
"The next one is Han Yueyue!"
"Han Yueyue, 12 years old, six stars, passed!"
"Hahaha! It seems that the talents of the disciples this year have improved! In this way, our Tianchi Sect will enter the third-rate sect just around the corner! Hahaha!!" When the girl named Han Yueyue walked off the stage, the yellow-haired old man's face showed
With a smile on his face, he smiled at everyone around him.
"Yes, of the 4 people, 3 passed, one got a gold emblem, one got a silver emblem, and one got a bronze star emblem. As for Lang Yang's child, next year, no matter how bad he is, he can still get a bronze one. Such a high level
The pass rate is the first time for our Tianchi Sect!" The black-haired old man on the side said to the yellow-haired old man after giving the copper sect emblem to Han Yueyue.
At this moment, only the last person in the first group of five people is left. Look at this person, who is 1.5 meters tall, with a childish look on his face. He is dressed in ordinary clothes, has thick eyebrows, long cheeks, and a thin figure, as if he is hungry.
generally.
"The next one is Zhuo Ping'an!" After seeing the name, the man in black with a giant sword gradually showed an expectant look in his eyes. However, this kind of expectant look always makes people feel strange.
The last one turned out to be Zhuo Pingan. He squeezed his already wet fists, rubbed his hands, took a deep breath, and walked straight towards the stone monument.
When he came to the stone monument, Zhuo Pingan closed his eyes again and took a deep breath, as if praying.
Slowly opening his eyes, he placed his hand on the stone tablet. No one noticed that blue light flashed in the palm of the man with the giant sword.
I saw two words "three stars" formed on the stone tablet with difficulty!
For a moment, the square was completely silent. After this atmosphere lasted for a few seconds, it suddenly boiled over. The crowd roared with laughter, like ocean waves, spreading towards the stone monument one after another.
"This is the genius in the world that the sect master mentioned? This is the person who takes up our best cultivation resources every time? Hahahaha..."
"It seems that the reason why he can enjoy the current treatment in Tianchi Sect is because of his father Zhuo Yangxin. Zhuo Yangxin died of illness a few days ago. Let's see how shameless he will be in enjoying the treatment of this sect in the future..."
"Three stars! Hahaha, with this talent, even if the sect master continues to protect him, he will be expelled from the sect and exiled to the God Burial Mountains..."
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"Woooooooooo..." The child named Zhuo Pingan looked at the two words on the stone tablet in disbelief. He felt the verbal violence coming from all directions. He couldn't accept it for a while and started crying.
"Father...I...I'm sorry for you..." When he thought of his father and looked at those two pitiful words, Zhuo Ping'an knelt in front of the stone tablet and burst into tears.
"Related households! Expelled from the sect! Relevant households! Expelled from the sect..." Suddenly, someone in the square shouted. Then, everyone shouted in unison. The voices came and went, one after another.
That helpless boy.
"Quiet! Quiet!" The yellow-haired old man frowned and shouted loudly. However, the sound continued.
"Quiet!" Suddenly, there was a thunderous explosion, and a middle-aged man in black jumped out from nowhere and stood at the front of the high platform.
"See the sect master!" The yellow-haired old man responded the fastest. He knelt on his left knee, rested his left hand on the ground, touched his left shoulder with his right hand, and said respectfully. This is the highest etiquette, the ceremony of admiration.
"Meet the Sect Master!" For a moment, everyone in the square did the same thing as the yellow-haired old man.
Then, the only sound left in the square was Zhuo Ping'an's crying. He did not salute, nor did he stop crying. It seemed that the arrival of the sect leader had nothing to do with him.
"Everyone, get up!" The middle-aged man in black, who was called the sect leader, waved his hand and motioned for everyone to stand up. Then he walked towards Zhuo Ping'an who was crying in front of the stone monument.
"Uncle Wang..." Seeing the sect master walking towards him, Zhuo Ping'an stood up, ran to the middle-aged man in black, hugged him and cried.
"Be good! Ping'an, stop crying." The man in black patted Zhuo Ping'an on the back and whispered softly. Then he looked around at the people in the square and shouted sternly: "Who wants to exile Zhuo Ping'an? Stand up for me.
let me see!"
For a moment, the square was silent.
"Hmph! No matter what Zhuo Ping'an's results are today, he is the core disciple of our Tianchi Sect. Anyone who is dissatisfied can stand up! The meeting will continue!" The middle-aged man in black snorted coldly and said loudly.
After the man in black finished speaking, he took Zhuo Pingan and walked towards the high platform. Everyone in the square looked at Zhuo Pingan with sparks in their eyes. This atmosphere was like a warehouse with many explosives.
A spark and a huge explosion will occur.
The man in black led Zhuo Ping'an to sit on the table. He sat upright and motioned for the yellow-haired old man to continue.
The conference continued unhurriedly. Finally, the first assessment was completed, and out of 50 people, only 6 failed. This pass rate was the first time since the Tianchi Sect was established!
The leader of the Tianchi Sect finally had a smile on his face.
"The next item is to break the wood with bare hands!" After seeing the last person receiving the clan emblem, the great elder said loudly.
"All the reference persons, line up here!" I saw the stone tablet being moved away, and then a table was brought up, along with many wooden sticks. These wooden sticks were thick and thin, as thick as arms.
Thick and thin, as thick as two broomsticks. At this moment, a deacon in light green clothes stood here, giving instructions to the crowd.
"Uncle Wang, let me go down!" Zhuo Ping'an saw that the deacon's eyes were looking at him, so he stood up and said to the sect leader.
"Well! Go ahead, remember, you are the best!" The serious-looking sect master smiled at Zhuo Pingan, and gently patted Zhuo Pingan's shoulder with his kind big hand.
Everyone on the court looked at Zhuo Pingan and their eyes were filled with fire. In their eyes, what else could this loser have besides connections? In this world where strength is respected, they are indeed qualified to discriminate against him.
Zhuo Pingan seems to have been accustomed to this kind of vision for a long time. He has always believed that relationships are also part of strength. If you have the ability, you can be like me. Thinking of this, Zhuo Pingan is also a little confused. With the resources of his own cultivation, he can
He was said to be the best among his peers in the sect, but the "three-star" result just now really made him a little doubtful.
At this moment, he was full of confidence in his heart. He believed that among the three types of wood, he would be able to break the thickest one. After all, his father did not train Zhuo Pingan to break wood with his bare hands at home. His best result was to break four inches with his bare hands.
diameter of wood, which is the thickest in the field.
According to the sect's regulations, as long as two of the three assessments are passed, the ancestral emblem can be awarded. As for what it is, Zhuo Ping'an doesn't care at all. He believes that as long as he is qualified to be awarded the ancestral emblem, it must be a gold emblem.
emblem.
The young man named Gao Matang is indeed very talented. The wood he chose is as thick as an arm, and it can be broken with one palm, and the fracture is actually relatively smooth.
This performance caused an uproar among the people in the square.
Others in Zhuo Ping'an's group have also passed this test. After all, breaking wood with bare hands is the easiest for them. As long as they practice hard, they can break it.
"Zhuo Pingan!" As he was thinking, he had already arrived. Zhuo Pingan slowly came to the table.
"Uncle Deacon, I want to test the third-order wood!" Zhuo Ping'an came to the table and said to the deacon.
"Well!" The deacon didn't have any expression. He just picked a piece of wood as thick as an arm from the side and handed it to Zhuo Ping'an, seemingly casually.
Zhuo Ping'an took the wood and put it on the table. He took a deep breath and glanced at the sect master. He saw the sect master making a cheering gesture to him.
The deacon tilted his head and looked at Zhuo Pingan as if watching a good show.
"Ha!" Zhuo Ping'an's palm slowly turned red, exuding a faint red light, and he struck it quickly.
What surprised him was that the piece of wood was not broken. Because one end of the table was not pressed down properly, the piece of wood quickly flew up under the lever principle and hit the deacon hard on the face.
Suddenly, a red mark appeared on the deacon's face!
"Presumptuous! Are you here for an assessment, or are you just causing trouble?" The deacon shouted, covered his face, and glared at Zhuo Ping'an.
This situation also surprised everyone present.
Then the field erupted into laughter again.
Zhuo Ping'an looked at his palm in disbelief, then at the wood in disbelief, and then at the red face of the deacon in disbelief. The two just stared at each other.
"Zhuo Ping'an, break the wood with your bare hands! You won't pass!" The deacon released his hand covering his face and announced loudly.
Zhuo Ping'an looked at the deformed cheek and suppressed a smile. But he knew he couldn't laugh.
He turned back to look at the sect leader, and saw the sect leader smiling slightly, signaling Zhuo Pingan to go back. Zhuo Pingan turned around and couldn't help laughing. While laughing, he wiped his eyes with his sleeves. For a moment, everyone present was stunned.
, I don’t know if Zhuo Pingan is laughing or crying.
This is just a small episode of the conference.
In the end, the result of cutting wood with bare hands was that only Zhuo Pingan failed.
"The next item is Longbi Bingshu!" the great elder announced after the last person returned to the field.
Hearing this item, Zhuo Pingan frowned. This item was the one he was least confident about. The dragon pen was more than one meter long, and he was only 1.5 meters long. The pen was almost as big as himself, let alone
It can be said that writing on the ice is even more difficult.
The sect leader seemed to see Zhuo Pingan's uneasiness. He patted Zhuo Pingan and said, "Just treat this assessment as a matter of fun. But after the assessment, you have to practice hard and don't be as playful as before! This
This is a lesson for you!"
Zhuo Pingan nodded, looked at the sect master, and thought of his father again. At the same time, he was really grateful to his uncle Wang Chang. If it hadn't been for him, he might have been drowned by the saliva of the people on the field. After his father passed away,
He is like a light, illuminating Zhuo Pingan's world.
In the blink of an eye, several people from the first group passed the exam. Gao Mao also lived up to expectations and completed the exam, winning the spot as a core disciple.
When a bright star rises, there will naturally be dim stars hiding beside it.
"Zhuo Pingan!" A thunderous sound pulled Zhuo Pingan out of his thoughts. He walked down the platform and came to the assessment deacon team. In front of these five deacons, he saw: calligraphy, movement, talent, speed.
,comprehensive.
Zhuo Ping'an raised his fist in front of the five deacons who were undergoing the assessment.
The five deacons had disdain on their faces. This fist-holding gesture was a salute between peers. According to the rules, Zhuo must give a salute of respect.
Zhuo Ping'an struggled to pick up the dragon pen that was about the same height as himself, dipped it in ink, and ran towards the ice wall.
Suddenly, a small stick suddenly flew out and landed just under Zhuo Pingan's feet. Zhuo Pingan slipped and flew out. The ink-stained dragon pen wiped the cheeks of the five deacons.
However, no one present seemed to have noticed the piece of wood, not even the sect leader.
The five deacons didn't know what was going on. Before they had time to react, their faces were wiped like coal, and only the white eyes were spinning.