In the Song Dynasty, in the southern part of the Zijin Mountains, outside the gate of Lingjian Sect.
Because it coincides with the day when the Lingjian Sect, a cultivating sect, opens its mountain gate once every ten years to recruit disciples, outside the mountain gate, which had always been deserted in the past, there was a rare crowd of people and it was extremely lively.
Among the people waiting in line, Yang Cheng stood tall and straight as the line moved slowly, waiting to pass the entrance examination and enter the Lingjian Sect.
In the first round of testing for spiritual root aptitude and age, Yang Cheng successfully passed the test by virtue of his cultivation at the fourth level of Qi Refining at the age of fifteen.
Moreover, with the qualifications of Yangcheng Mu, Fire and Wind Mutated Three Spiritual Roots, among those who took the entrance examination at the same time, although it is not as good as the top, it is more than the bottom, and it is considered average.
It doesn't seem to be a big problem to get started, and Yang Cheng is also a little excited.
Next, prepare to face the second and final round of assessment.
After the first round of assessment, almost 80% of the examinees were eliminated, so while waiting, the remaining people gradually became nervous and the atmosphere became more and more serious.
"Next examiner, come in!"
The young man standing on guard at the door of the room shouted expressionlessly when he saw the last examiner coming out, and then looked at Yang Cheng.
Realizing that he was being called, Yang Cheng shuddered slightly, took a deep breath, walked to the door, opened the door and entered the room. After saluting, he stood with his hands tied.
There were three people sitting in the room. When they saw Yang Cheng's courteous attitude after entering, they felt somewhat satisfied.
Among them, the old man sitting on the left slowly took off a jade slip placed on his forehead, looked Yang Cheng up and down, and said:
"Yang Cheng! Your age, cultivation, and spiritual qualifications all meet the conditions for our Lingjian Sect to recruit disciples. But before we officially accept you as a disciple, I still have a few questions. I hope you can answer them truthfully!"
Under the gaze of the old man who was a cultivator in the foundation-building stage, Yang Cheng's palms began to sweat, but he still stood upright, cupped his hands, and said loudly: "Senior, if you have any questions, please feel free to ask. I will tell you everything you know!"
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"Yeah!" Hearing Yang Cheng's words, the old man nodded inconspicuously. His expression softened slightly, and he restrained a bit of the aura he had just unconsciously exuded. But his eyes were still fixed on Yang Cheng's face, and he asked sternly:
"Yang Cheng, how did you know about our Lingjian Sect? As a person from Jiangzhou of the Song Dynasty, why don't you go to Xuankong Mountain, which is much closer, instead of seeking the far away, traveling thousands of miles to worship the Lingjian Sect?
Of course, Yang Cheng, you are not yet a disciple of my Lingjian Sect, so you can choose not to answer the above questions. But correspondingly, before you get satisfactory answers, the Lingjian Sect will not admit you to entry! Do you want to answer these questions?
, Yang Cheng, please think carefully!"
After the old man finished speaking, he looked at Yang Cheng along with the other two people.
"Why should I come to Lingjian Sect?"
The old man's question was like an extremely sharp sword. With a "bang", it ruthlessly opened up the memories that Yang Cheng had long sealed and was unwilling to touch again.
Scenes of unforgettable scenes from the past appeared in Yang Cheng's mind again like a magic lantern:
In the stormy sky, Grandpa Mo held the young Yang Cheng close to his chest and walked forward with great difficulty, taking deep steps one step at a time...
In the pouring rain, Grandpa Mo held up his clothes with one hand and held Yang Cheng in his other hand, hiding under the clothes, trying to find a place to take shelter from the rain... The cold rain fell on Grandpa Mo's arms and splashed on Yang Cheng's face.
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In the ruined temple, Grandpa Mo protected the seven- or eight-year-old Yang Cheng behind him and stood up to face the robbers who came to rob him...
On the boat, Yang Cheng, who was already eleven or twelve years old, was holding Grandpa Mo tightly. He raised his sword and looked around with vigilant eyes... In the cabin under his feet, there were the captain and his accomplices who had been chopped into several pieces and were intent on committing murder.
corpse...
In the small town inn, the gray-haired old man took Yang Cheng's hand and said with difficulty: "Cheng'er, Grandpa Mo can't stay with you anymore... remember what your parents said... you must... take good care of yourself.
The...live...go on..."
There was silence in the assessment room.
The old man and the other two saw Yang Cheng clenching his fists and looking dull with tears in his eyes, obviously falling into some kind of uncontrollable emotion.
Surprised, he couldn't help but feel a little moved. He didn't say anything to wake Yang Cheng up, and quietly waited for Yang Cheng to wake up on his own.
Outside the room where the second round of entrance examination was held, two groups of people were standing.
There were eleven or twelve people standing scattered among them, with joy and a hint of excitement on their faces, and occasionally looking around.
On the other side, where Yang Cheng had queued up before, there were still four or five people lined up neatly. There was occasionally a trace of anxiety in his eyes, and he looked at the door where Yang Cheng entered and the young man guarding the door from time to time.
"I'm sorry, I just lost my temper!" In the room, Yang Cheng, who woke up from his memories, immediately realized that something was wrong and quickly bowed to apologize.
"No problem!"
The rich middle-aged man sitting in the middle of the three evaluators said with a faint smile on his face: "It seems that Yang Yang's life experience is not simple! If you think about it clearly, I would like to know something about it."
After hearing the rich man's words, the old man and the fair-faced, beardless man on the other side immediately showed smiles and cooperated, nodded humbly, and looked at Yang Cheng.
Realizing that the rich man obviously had a higher status, Yang Cheng was frightened and quickly calmed down, and after careful consideration, he said:
"Dear seniors, both of my parents died when I was young. According to the relatives who brought me up, my ancestors are from the royal family of the Sui Kingdom hundreds of years ago.
When the junior was just one full moon, a cultivator came to detect the spiritual roots of the junior and gave him the exercises to practice. He also warned the junior's parents that when the junior grows up, they cannot go to Xuankong Mountain and can only come here to look for opportunities.
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Only two months later, the county town where the younger generation lived was captured by bandits. Except for the younger generation who was protected by a relative and escaped, all the younger generation’s parents were killed by the bandits.”
At this point, Yang Cheng choked up slightly. After a pause, he continued: "Because the junior was young at the time, the above situation was said by the relative who raised the junior. Although that relative passed away two years ago, the junior
I believe he will not deceive the juniors. Seniors, please investigate clearly!"
Then Yang Cheng wiped his eyes and began to wait quietly. This chapter has been completed!