Early the next morning, Feng Jinghong woke up early, had breakfast and followed Bie Qinghai to the trial square of Longyin Gate.
This is the first time that Feng Jinghong has seen such a majestic and vast square in his life. Four giant stone pillars over ten feet high are erected at the four corners of the square. Each stone pillar is carved with a majestic dragon, which looks majestic.
The entire square is paved with bluestone and kept very clean. The occasional mottled cracks allowed Feng Jinghong to clearly feel the simplicity and vicissitudes of the square.
In the middle of the square stands a giant crystal dragon with its head raised to the sky and roaring. It is about three feet thick and three feet long. The dragon is vivid, and its half-open and half-closed eyes are full of endless arrogance and domineering look on the world.
, making people afraid to look directly.
In the direction due north of the square, there are five stone platforms about ten feet high. On each stone platform, there is a person sitting upright, and one of them is a woman. Behind them stand several upright young men and women, with expressions on their faces.
Stern, looking straight ahead with meticulous eyes.
There were more and more people around the square, including adults, old people, and even more children of seven or eight years old. Feng Jinghong followed Bie Qinghai, squeezing in the bustling crowd, looking at the square with excitement on his face
Up that crystal dragon.
"Dong...dong...dong..."
Three high-spirited bells silenced the entire square. The old man sitting on the stone platform in the middle stood up, walked to the stage like a dragon and a tiger, glanced at the people surrounding the square, and said
: "Today, our Dragon Yin Sect is recruiting disciples. All children under the age of ten, regardless of gender, as long as they are recognized by this crystal dragon, can join our Dragon Yin Sect and embark on the road to enlightenment and immortality!"
After speaking, the old man took out a golden ball from his sleeve, tossed it lightly, and flew into the dragon's mouth. As soon as the ball fell, a dazzling golden light suddenly erupted from the dragon's body, which lasted for several seconds.
It took him a while to rest, but then he returned to his original state.
When Feng Jinghong rubbed his eyes, which were sore from the golden light, and turned his attention to the crystal dragon again, four young men with serious expressions were already standing around the dragon.
"Uncle, how can this be considered recognized by the dragon?"
"You just need to step forward and put your hands on the giant dragon. If the dragon doesn't push you out of the area where the four people are standing within ten breaths, it will be considered approved."
Bi Qinghai said with a smile.
"Is it that simple? Okay, let's go. If you are affectionate, big brother will take you there."
After Feng Jinghong finished speaking, she took Bie Youqing's hand and walked towards the giant dragon.
It was only a dozen feet away, but many people fell down on the road sweating profusely and panting. Although Feng Jinghong was a little strange, he didn't take it seriously. If the road to immortality was so easy,
If you enter, can it still be called cultivating immortality?
When Feng Jinghong walked in front of the giant dragon, there were only ten people around the three-foot-long dragon who could put their hands on it, and several of them were obviously struggling. The sweat on their heads was dripping like water, and their arms were wet.
Trembling constantly.
Feng Jinghong knew that this test was not that simple, and when he was hesitating whether to let Youqing go back, he saw that Youqing had put his hand on the dragon curiously.
Seeing Youqing's seemingly relaxed expression, Feng Jinghong breathed a sigh of relief, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and then slowly stretched out her hand towards the giant dragon.
Just when Feng Jinghong put his hand on the giant dragon, the crystal dragon suddenly emitted a fiery red light, followed by an exciting dragon roar. Except for Feng Jinghong, everyone who put their hands on the dragon
Everyone was shaken and flew backwards.
The four young people standing next to the giant dragon obviously did not expect this situation. They were stunned for a moment before reacting, and quickly flew up to catch the children who were knocked away one by one.
The moment the firelight flashed, the five people sitting on the stone platform stood up together, their eyes full of shock.
Feng Jinghong, who was silently counting the time in her heart, waited until ten breaths had passed before slowly opening her eyes. Looking at the huge dragon with blazing fire in front of her, she was so frightened that she quickly pulled her hand back.
"No one is allowed to rob me..."
"he's mine……"
"Mine, he came from me to Daofeng..."
"Who dares! I am senior brother!"
"I am the leader, he is mine..."
As soon as Feng Jinghong pulled his hand back, he heard five roars coming from the stone platform in the north, and then four men and one woman appeared in front of Feng Jinghong instantly.
"Boy, worship me as your teacher, and I can help you reach the Yuanshi Realm within ten years..."
"Ten years? That's too long. I want you to be my master. I promise you that you can do it in seven years..."
"I am their senior brother, I am the most powerful, they worship me as their teacher..."
"I am still the leader, accept me as your master, and from now on you will be the leader's disciple. When you reach the Nascent Soul stage, the leader will be yours..."
"My little friend, please become your disciple. I have many female disciples. You can marry as many as you want in the future..."
Hearing someone say this, the four men refused to agree and stared fiercely at the middle-aged female Taoist nun who was speaking.
"Okay, okay, junior sister, I was wrong. How about we let him choose by himself?"
Of course, it was impossible for the middle-aged Taoist nun to remain indifferent under the gazes of the four senior brothers, so she had no choice but to hum and come up with this compromise.
"Well, that's fine too. Boy, tell me, who do you want to practice with?"
The four men turned their faces and stared at Feng Jinghong closely.
Feng Jinghong was stunned. He didn't expect that the five people who looked serious and sanctimonious on the stage would actually become red-faced because of him. So he was dumbfounded. He didn't know which one to choose.
"Master, uncle, uncles, do you think we can't carry out this test?"
Seeing how the usually serious uncles looked like this, the disciples standing aside couldn't help but ask.
"Well, you can do this. Let's go back to the mountain first, separate the five elements attributes of those who pass the test, and then bring them back to the Dragon Song Hall. We will wait for you there."
The old man who claimed to be the head of the sect waved his hand, took out a cloud-shaped magic weapon, and threw it into the air. It immediately turned into a cloud three feet in size. Then he pulled Feng Jinghong and jumped on it. The other four were not to be far behind.
Quickly leap up into the clouds.
The four young people looked at the clouds disappearing into the distance, shook their heads with a wry smile, and reorganized themselves to start the test.
"Hmph, this red-haired boy has stolen my limelight. I will deal with you after I enter the Dragon Yin Sect and practice the magic."
A young man in fine clothes in the crowd looked at the flying clouds in the sky with resentment and said harshly.
"Dad, eldest brother asked them to take him away, what about me?"
The little girl pulled her father's sleeves affectionately, looked at the distant clouds in the sky, and asked her father with a look of reluctance.
"Don't worry, baby girl, you can see your big brother tomorrow."
Bie Qinghai comforted her daughter, looked at the disappearing clouds in the sky with disdain, and said in a tone of hatred that iron cannot be transformed into steel, "These useless things are still the same after so many years, without any progress at all, huh,
Want to take that kid as your disciple? Just wait, I heard that Xuanhuo kid is about to pass away, but he has no descendants..."
Because Feng Jinghong appeared in the square, many children who wanted to give up regained their fighting spirit and gritted their teeth and approached the giant dragon. This did not surprise the disciples of Longyin Sect.
But it was said that Feng Jinghong listened to the quarrel in the clouds for two hours before he saw a mountain range stretching for thousands of miles. Among them, five peaks were even more lush and green, majestic and majestic. From time to time, there were sounds of birds singing and tigers roaring. This
Feng Jinghong, who had stayed in the red Jiuyang Mountain for nineteen years, was very happy and kept looking around curiously.
"Okay, boy, stop looking. These five mountains are where the gate of our Longyin Gate is. You will have time to look at them later. Sit tight, we are here."
Before Feng Jinghong had time to turn around, he stood firmly on the ground just as the words fell. Facing him was a majestic hall, with three vigorous and simple words written in the middle of the hall: Longyin Hall.
Feng Jinghong looked around and followed the five people into the main hall. To Feng Jinghong's surprise, the main hall was not as magnificent as he imagined. Instead, it looked a bit old and simple.
The old man who claimed to be the leader flicked his sleeves, strode to a seat in the middle of the hall and sat down, while the other four people sat in two rows on both sides of the hall.
"Kid, what's your name?"
Hearing the word "child", Feng Jinghong felt a chill for no reason, but still replied respectfully: "My surname is Feng and my first name is Jinghong!"
"What? Your name is Jinghong?"
When Feng Jinghong reported her name, the five of them had strange expressions on their faces, and the Taoist nun even asked.
"Yes, my disciple's name is Feng Jinghong!"
"Here, your name may need to be changed."
As soon as the Taoist nun finished speaking, she heard a hoarse voice coming from the door of the hall:
"If you change anything, I think it will be good..."
Hearing this voice, all the people sitting stood up, except for the leader in the middle.
Feng Jinghong was very surprised who the visitor was, but she thought it must be the elders of these people. Out of curiosity, she turned around and saw a man with white hair walking in, holding a wine gourd in his hand.
While walking and drinking, even Feng Jinghong couldn't help but sniff a few times as she smelled the rich aroma of the wine.
"Well, you're a good boy. Here, I'll give you this gourd."
The white-haired man saw Feng Jinghong sniffing, smiled, and threw the gourd in his hand to him.
"I've met my uncle!"
The five people clasped their fists together.
Uncle Master? Apart from his white hair, this man who looks older than the Taoist nun is actually the uncle of these people? Feng Jinghong thought in confusion.
The white-haired man responded casually, pulled Feng Jinghong to his side, pointed at the old man sitting in the middle and said: "Boy, from today on you are my disciple, now, the one sitting there will be your leader from now on.
Senior brother, Taoist name is Jinglong, this Taoist nun is your little senior sister, Jingyu, that fat guy is called Jingyun, you have to call him brother, and this guy who looks like a gentleman all day long is also your senior brother, Jinglan
, As for this old man who looked angry when he saw me, he is my grand nephew and your senior brother, named Jingtian. There are a few others who are not here, so I won’t tell you one by one. You will recognize them in the future.
"
What? I am your disciple, and these people have become my senior brothers and sisters? Feng Jinghong muttered in her heart.
"Uncle Master, how can this happen..."
Several people were shocked. What was this and what? How could a master uncle come out to compete with the juniors for disciples?
"It doesn't matter what I say about this matter, and it doesn't matter what you say. My uncle, your uncle, told me through a message that I must pass on the Longyin Sect's ancestral skills before I die.
I accepted him as my disciple. Besides, I think this guy has a fire attribute. He happens to be just like me. He also has this hair and is just as popular as me. He deserves to be able to inherit the mantle before he dies, so you don’t have to fight.
It's a waste of talent to fight back. Also, don't ask me about your great uncle. He said he is still alive, so he must be alive. I don't know. Hey, I'll give you this sound-transmitting flying sword. Let's continue."
The white-haired man took the gourd from Feng Jinghong's hand and drank all the wine in one breath. Then he took out a small sword about an inch long from his arms and threw it to the leader Jinglong. He pulled Feng Jinghong and left.
Leaving the five people with shocked eyes with a chic back view.