A group of teenagers lined up in a long line to be inspected by the city gate guards.
It's just that these teenagers are completely different in their clothing.
Some are dressed in brocade robes and jade robes, the attire of a wealthy young man; some are carrying weapons on their backs, the attire of a warrior.
The biggest gap is among the poor children who wear shabby clothes and lower their heads and dare not talk to others.
However, there are so many children from poor families that even among more than ten people, there is not even one child from a rich family.
"Have you heard? This time Dahuang Academy recruits students from outside, even the young city lord of Dahuang City will have to undergo screening."
"Young City Lord?"
"Yes, did you see that? The one at the front is the one at the front. Now, like us, he also has to queue up and be assessed step by step."
"Is this for others to see? He is the young city lord. Is it interesting to do this in their own territory?"
"You don't understand this, right? No one is exempt here, and the same goes for the Young City Master. If he fails the exam, he still won't be able to enter the academy."
"That being said, the young city lord is a warrior and very powerful. This test shouldn't be too difficult for him."
Listen to these discussions.
In the crowd, a young man with shabby clothes and slightly short hair came up.
The clothes are slightly gray, obviously because the body is too dirty and contaminated with too much dust.
This man was carrying a long weapon wrapped in cloth.
It was wrapped so tightly that you could only roughly tell it was a weapon.
Because his face was too dirty and his hair was messy, people couldn't see clearly what he looked like.
"What is the name of the young city lord you are talking about?"
This person stuttered a bit and seemed to have weak language skills.
It sounds like a stutter, but if you listen carefully, it's not.
"You are from out of town, right? You haven't even heard of the name of the young city lord of Dahuang City?"
The young man chuckled, nodded and said with a smile: "It is true that he is from out of town. He came here to escape. I heard that you can learn skills here, so I came here."
"Then you are really lucky. Today is the last day for admissions. The master of the Young City is Chi Yan. He is not weak, but he still chooses to enter the academy for further study. What does this mean?"
"What does it mean?" the young man in gray asked quickly.
"It shows that Dahuang Academy can really learn skills. Otherwise, with the peak acquired strength of the Young City Lord, why would he want to enter the academy for further study?"
The young man in gray clothes nodded in agreement and said nothing. He just touched the weapon on his body when he retreated.
At this time, at the front of the queue, Chi Yan was waiting silently, and there were people beside him saying hello.
"Young City Master, why do you come here in person to line up on your own territory?"
Chi Yan glanced at the young man behind him who was asking the question: "Everyone in Dahuang City abides by the rules. Don't tell me that I am a young city lord, even the city lord."
The man was slightly stunned, looking at the other party's stern look, and nodded repeatedly.
At this moment, dozens of Xianyun Beasts suddenly flew over the city wall in the sky.
The huge size shocked the hearts of these students.
"This is?"
"The guardian of Xianyun, the gatekeeper of Dahuang Mountain."
Chi Yan showed a look of longing, staring at the several Xianyun beasts passing by, with a thoughtful look on his face: "It should be to support Tianfeng City."
The young man who was trying to please Chi Yan sighed softly after hearing this.
He came from Tianfeng City, so of course he knows the current situation of Tianfeng City.
"The royal city is simply too bullying. If it weren't for them, how could there be a war? How could I come all the way to study?"
"Are you from Tianfeng City? How was the war situation in Windy City that day?"
"It is almost impossible to hold on. Our city lord is stubborn and refuses to surrender. In this situation, if we don't surrender, there will probably be a massacre in the royal city."
"So serious?" Chi Yan was suddenly shocked.
He hadn't heard the word massacre for a long time, and now that it suddenly appeared, he was a little scared for a moment.
"It's more serious than that."
Chi Yan took a deep breath and patted the man on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, as soon as the Xianyun guards show up, it means that your Tianfeng City has lined up with us in the wilderness, so that we can help out in a clear and justifiable manner."
Having said this, Chi Yan sighed again.
"What? You didn't take action before, not because..." Another person beside him asked.
Chi Yan glanced at the man: "Although we can compete with the royal city, we must abide by the rules. If the name is not justified, how can we send troops?"
The man's mouth was open and he couldn't say a word.
Chi Yan snorted: "My master has no intention of competing with Wangcheng for the world, but he also won't watch so many people die in the war."
"Next!"
At this moment, the person in charge of registration at the city gate suddenly shouted to them.
"Young City Lord, it's your turn!"
………
At this time, in a remote village.
A man was taking a little girl about four years old.
Sitting by the river, there was a table in front of them.
Pens and papers are gathered on the table.
The little girl holds in her hand a brush made of more than just material.
Standing in front of the table that was about the same height as her, she wrote one stroke at a time.
The little girl has two braids and looks very cute when she is serious.
However, if you look closely at the paper, there is no trace of ink on it.
But after the pen fell, fresh and visible dents appeared on the paper.
And by the river, several villagers were setting nets to catch fish.
"Mr. Zhang, I heard that you are going back today?"
The voice came from the mouth of one of the villagers.
"I'm going back, I'm leaving today!" Zhang Shengli smiled at the villager: "I've been here for seven days, and I've played all the fun."
Xiaodie was still writing seriously, not distracted at all by the conversation between the two.
"You rich people really know how to enjoy it. We all want to run to the city, so it's better for you to pick up poor places like us."
Zhang Shengli laughed loudly: "The city is not as good as the countryside. The countryside is quiet."
"That's right. We don't have anything else, but we have good mountains and good water."
Zhang Shengli laughed loudly.
He turned to look at his daughter, who was still writing seriously, and nodded silently.
It has been a week since he came here with his daughter, but at the end of the week, the word "daughter" has not been completed yet.
It’s not that I can’t write well, it’s that I can’t write well.
For a week, she has been writing the same word. From the initial vertical stroke, she could not finish it, but now she is almost finished.
At this moment, Zhang Shengli's eyes suddenly lit up.
When I looked at the paper in front of my daughter again, the originally dry and dented paper had changed.
As she drew out the last stroke, the paper suddenly condensed.
The surrounding aura also had a hint of restlessness.
Xiaodie, who was just under four years old, began to have beads of sweat on her forehead. She had a determined look on her face, as if she was struggling.