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In the anticipation of countless young monks, the Dengwen Yahui officially started.

The sky is blue, the spring is bright and the mountains are green.

The front hall square of the main peak was crowded with people. Meng Heze and a group of outer disciples were at the very back. There were so many people around that there was no end in sight.

The real person in charge stood on the high steps in front of the hall and spoke.They couldn't see anyone, they only heard a majestic and old voice reverberating in the mountains.

Because the distance was too far and the mountain wind was strong, the sound was blown intermittently, sometimes loud and sometimes small:

"You are all rising stars in the cultivation world, young pillars..."

"I will live up to the cultivation of the sect, the teacher's high expectations..."

"All factions work together to punish the evil and promote the good, to restore the righteous way, and to maintain the order of the cultivation world..."

Meng Heze couldn't listen.Not only him, everyone can't listen to this kind of scene.

He turned his head and looked around, the expressions on each young face were exactly the same, trying to be calm but unbearably excited.

This is the first time he has entered the main peak of the inner sect. It turns out that the palace is bigger than he imagined, the sea of ​​clouds is more spectacular than his dream, and even the five-color carp jumping in the clouds is more beautiful than the legend.

He was a little nervous at first and didn't know how to pretend to come here often.

But along the way, he met disciples from other sects who greeted him, and also met overseas monks who didn’t know the road signs. It seemed that it was his first time as a human being, so he somehow felt relieved.

He likes to be called "Daoist" by strange monks, and then greet each other and introduce himself.

Instead of being waved and yelled by the deacon and inner disciples like before:

"Hey, that so-and-so over there, come here for me."

Just now on the road, Meng Heze has already met many monks from other sects.

Some recognized him as the "Yaoguang Lake Lotus Picking Boy" and praised him for his beautiful light body skills;

Some saw that he was "only fourteen years old, but he has already established a foundation and has a limitless future", so they took the initiative to talk to him.

Meng Heze used to be the most popular disciple in the outer sect, making friends was easy for him.

Later, he often got along with Song Qianji, and was invisibly infected by the other party's aura. Now he chats and laughs happily with monks from various sects and sects, without showing any timidity.

The inaudible speech in front of the hall finally came to an end, and Meng Heze didn't remember anything except the rules of the meeting.

The martial arts test and the chess test started almost at the same time. The former had a large number of people, while the latter was time-consuming.

Piano test and calligraphy and painting test are arranged three days later.

Meng Heze followed the crowd to the lottery place, chatting with his disciples before and after while waiting in line.

He looked at the yellow paper in his palm: Ding San Liu Wu.This is the number plate he got when he signed up.

There are a lot of applicants for the martial arts test, and they are randomly divided into ten groups, with thousands of people in each group. The top five hundred go to the draw, and the bottom five hundred wait to be drawn.

He is ranked No. 360 in Group D [-], which is exactly the same as the number of days in a year.The monk Ziyun Temple I met just now said that the sky is round and the earth is round and smooth, and this number is auspicious.

"Ding San Lu Wu, against B Er Shi Si Si. Take the card and wait in the audience of Tian Zi No. [-]." The licensing deacon repeated mechanically, "If you don't call the number, you will be out of the game, and if you violate the rules, you will be out. In the first three rounds, there is a time limit for each game, and there is no winner when the timeout expires, and both players will be eliminated."

In the early stage of the martial arts test, [-] arenas were temporarily set up in the square, and [-] competitions could be held at the same time.

In the later stage, the big waves wash away the sand, and in the fourth round, only the powerful characters are left, and the number of rings has also begun to shrink, so that it is convenient for everyone to concentrate on watching the battle.

Meng Heze crossed the crowd again, wading through mountains and rivers to find the arena of 'Tianzi No. [-]'.

The deacons who are busy calling out their numbers, the law enforcement disciples who maintain order, the disciples anxiously waiting to enter the arena, the contestants who exchange harsh words or salute each other...there are also female nuns who are chatting and playing, and spectator monks who sneakily start the game.

The costumes of various factions are colorful, and the accents of various places are noisy.

In the early stage of the martial arts test, it was nothing like Dengwen Yahui, but it was like a hodgepodge of vegetables.

Meng Heze was dazzled all the way.He loves this lively chowder.

This is the colorful and colorful world of cultivation.Instead of being called around by others, everyone can make friends freely and show their talents openly and aboveboard.

He stood on the stage and bowed to his opponent: "Meng Heze of Huawei Sect. Please advise."

"Xihai faction Zhang Daren is friendly." The other party returned the salute.

Meng Heze raised his low-level sword.

He thought, this is the life of a human being, and I will continue to live this kind of life after the conference is over.Don't shovel shit for spirit beasts or dig soil for spirit stone mines anymore.

……

Due to time constraints, the first three rounds of martial arts tests were not carried out slowly.

By the time the sun went down, the fourth-round draw was over.

The arena was still lively, but there were stretchers under the ring, doctors and trainees were busy, and the mountain wind blew the smell of blood.

Meng Heze, as the only remaining fruit of Huawei Sect's outer sect, and the hope of the whole village, does not feel tired, but instead becomes more energetic.

He had already drawn the fourth round lottery and was resting in the waiting area under the ring.

Between the three or four rounds of competition, there was half a quarter of an hour to adjust the breath.

The already eliminated outer disciples gathered around, some stopped his bleeding, some wiped his sweat, some even fanned him and asked him if he was hot.

Of course it's hot.Can I not be hot?

Meng Heze took a deep breath: "Go to the Song Academy and invite Brother Song to come."

Zhou Xiaoyun was about to leave immediately: "Okay! Let me just say, you have reached the fourth round, invite him to watch the match?"

"No, no, you must not say that." Meng Heze stopped him, and he looked at the small building not far away full of flowers, "You just say that someone is holding a flower viewing party next to the ring, and exotic flowers and plants from all over the place gather One place, it’s a pity not to see it. Please let him watch my performance while enjoying the flowers.”

Zhou Xiaoyun was very impressed: "Brother Meng, you are still taller!"

Some female cultivators who did not participate in the martial arts test were "fighting flowers" upstairs, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was some kind of "flower viewing party".

Song Qianji listened to the narration by the disciples of the outer sect, but thought it was the kind of "flower viewing party" where everyone exchanged experience in growing flowers.

He didn't know that there was such a grand event in the Dengwen Yahui in his previous life.

How can this be missed?

"I still have some work in the field, you go back first, I will come later." Song Qianji said.

But there are too many people in the square, and there are too many people.When Song Qianji came, he was stopped before he saw anyone gathering to admire the flowers: "Junior Brother Song!"

Song Qianji turned his head.

Two Discipline Hall disciples, one tall and one short, came forward: "It's really you, you won't forget us, will you?"

They were inexplicably enthusiastic and greeted Song Qianji repeatedly, as if they saw ten chariot spirit stones.

Song Qianji couldn't figure it out: "What's the matter with you two?"

Xu Wangshan and Qiu Dacheng were the two men who sent Meng Heze to the main peak on the night of the public trial. Later, they made a bet on "Have you ever seen Fairy Miaoyan with your own eyes?" and came to the gate of Songyuan to look for him to testify.

Qiu Dacheng lowered his face and cried, "We're about to lose our pants, you came just in time!"

Xu Wangshan: "Your good luck is obvious to all, and we can trust it the most!"

After all, he sneakily showed some gambling coupons.

Song Qianji shook his head: "I've never gambled before."

Qiu Dacheng tugged at his sleeve: "You don't need to gamble, you can just say who you want to buy. We agreed last time, you can no longer deny it!"

Song Qianji smiled and said, "Okay, let's go shopping with you for a while."

He accompanied the two of them to and fro in various arenas, looked up and told them who to buy to win, while looking for the entrance of the "flower planting exchange meeting".

Song Qianji made a hundred bets and hit a hundred hits.Xu Wangshan and Qiu Dacheng became more and more courageous. Later, whenever they made a bet, they would bet all their wealth and made a lot of money.

The two knew the rules, they were afraid of being called, and they were even more afraid that the monk who opened the market would be unhappy.So he jumped repeatedly in different markets, changing places with one shot.

"You are indeed blessed by the gods, you are blessed with good luck, and you are invincible!" Qiu Dacheng was so happy that he could not close his mouth from ear to ear.

"It's not luck, it's vision." Song Qianji said helplessly, "My luck has always been bad."

"Could it be that before they make a move, you can see how powerful they are, who wins and who loses?" Xu Wangshan asked.

Song Qianji thought for a while: "Almost."

The two looked at each other, laughed loudly, even saying they didn't believe it.

The three went around and walked to the edge of Tianzi No. [-] ring.

Suddenly someone shouted excitedly: "Senior Brother Song, Senior Brother Song is here!"

Song Qianji saw Meng Heze and a group of outer disciples on the sidelines, presumably Meng Heze was waiting, so he waved and smiled.

"Who will buy this time?" Qiu Dacheng asked.

Song Qianji glanced at the cultivator waiting opposite, and said without hesitation, "Of course I buy Meng Heze."

Qiu Dacheng hesitated: "But he was unlucky in the lottery, and the opposite is a big disciple of the Lianshan School, who has a very good reputation recently!"

Xu Wangshan: "It's because you have a good relationship with Meng Heze, so let us buy him to advance? Brotherhood is not counted in this way, and Meng Heze can't get a spirit stone!"

"It's up to you." While speaking, Song Qianji had already seen the small building full of flowers, and was overjoyed, "I have to leave beforehand."

The two people couldn't stop him in time, seeing that he was agile and disappeared into the sea of ​​people in the blink of an eye.

The deacon on the sidelines beat the drums, and the monk who opened the market impatiently urged: "It's about to start, it's time for the last bet."

"I'll buy Ding Sanlu Wumeng Heze." Qiu Dacheng took out all the spirit stones in the storage bag, "Buy them all!"

On the other side, Meng Heze in the waiting area felt a little lost.

"Why didn't Senior Brother Song come over?" A disciple from the outer sect stood on his feet and looked around, "Aren't the two seniors next to him from the Discipline Hall?"

"Maybe he didn't see me." Meng Heze walked to the stage amidst the deacon's urging.

Suddenly a disciple ran over and shouted out of breath, "Senior Brother Meng! Brother Song, he just asked Brother Discipline Hall to buy you to win!"

Meng Heze was stunned, his whole body seemed electrified, his eyes glowed: "Really? Brother Song really did this?"

Xu Wangshan and Qiu Dacheng threw themselves under the ring and shouted: "Meng Daoyou, Junior Brother Meng! We have all the money to buy you to win, you must win!"

The green hills are still there, and the koi in the sea of ​​clouds are jumping against the rays of the setting sun.

Before Song Qianji entered the small building, he could already smell the rich fragrance of flowers.

There are at least a hundred kinds of flowers and plants in this building, competing for splendor.

Song Qianji smiled, extremely satisfied.

He must have gained a lot today.