My fairy is too affectionate

Chapter 21 Getting Started
Dongxi City is not far from Ling Jianzong. When Yun Chi and others landed on the West Peak, thousands of people had gathered in the square at the foot of the North Mountain.

After the two disciples put the people on the boat down, without saying a word, they disappeared into the square with their swords and lips, leaving only a group of people looking around who didn't know what to do.

Smoke boats, big and small, arrived one after another. In less than half an hour, the square, which was originally relatively loose, was already crowded with people, at least five or six thousand people.

Yun Chi unconsciously rubbed his ears.

Although they all came by boat, there were very few people like them who were vomiting in the stomach and dizzy. Presumably, because Dongxi City was too close, they randomly sent two low-spiritual disciples to practice.

"quiet!"

Suddenly, a middle-aged male voice hit the eardrums, and exploded in the brain, full of energy, the huge square was instantly silent, and the crowds of people all looked towards the high platform located more than ten feet south of the square.

I do not know when there were three people standing on the stage. The man in the middle looked like a middle-aged man. He was of average height and appearance. There were two fifteen-year-old boys standing on the left and right. The three of them were dressed in the same clothes as Yan Zhou's disciples. They were all blue with silver borders and narrow long-sleeved gown.

"Everyone, I am the deacon of Ling Jianzong's outer sect disciple, Jiang Guo, in charge of the primary selection of today's disciples." After the audience was completely silent, he turned his head and said to the boy behind him: "Let's begin."

The boy on the left took out a purple grass stalk from the box and lightly threw it in the air. As soon as the grass stalk left his hand, it instantly turned into a wisp of purple smoke and scattered in all directions.

"smell good!"

The crowd began to whisper again, letting go of their noses and greedily inhaling the rich fragrance of flowers. Yun Chi smelled that the fragrance was very similar to that of yellow wintersweet.

"Have you remembered everything I told you yesterday?"

The voice was deliberately lowered, as if wrapped in a layer of morning dew, a little more hazy in the cold, and Yun Chi's heart was bursting with joy.

To come and not to be indecent, Yun Chi turned his head and looked up slightly, also lowered his voice, quickly tiptoed to Xiao Guanfeng's ear, and said lightly: "Your husband confessed, you should remember it!"

Xiao Guanfeng's neck is slender, from the ear pinna to the collarbone, the lines are smooth and graceful, just like the veil hanging in front of the Canglang Snow Mountain, it is so mysterious and attractive that people can't help but get close.

Occasionally, flowers and butterflies shuttled through the square in twos and threes, dancing and dancing among the crowd, raising a more intense fragrance.

A yellow-green butterfly rested in Xiao Guanfeng's outstretched palm, its wings fluttered slowly, as if enjoying it very much.

'Crazy bees, waves and butterflies! '

Yun Chi rolled his eyes in his heart, but when he turned his head, he saw a pink and white butterfly also resting on Xingshi's shoulder, with the same twinkling wings, looking drunk and dreaming.

After a moment.

A huge shadow was cast, and the square was instantly dimmed. The long buzzing of "buzzing buzzing" hovered above the head, like a broken hornet's nest, which pierced the ears very much.

Looking up, there was a mass of blackness, circling and criss-crossing towards the crowd, and the crowd immediately scrambled and turned into a pot of eight-treasure porridge.

When we got closer, we could see the menacing black clouds clearly. They were not wasps or locusts, but countless flowers and butterflies flooded in like a tide. The sound of panic in the square was replaced by high and low sounds of comfort .

The group of flowers and butterflies has a clear goal, targeting only a few people, including Xiao Guanfeng and Xingshi around Yunchi.

I saw butterflies as dense as floating dust, surrounding people, engulfing them and floating into the air, slowly heading towards the high platform in the south.

There were not many people who were surrounded by flowers and butterflies and floated into the air, thousands of people, no more than sixteen or seventeen.

There are different halos of gold, red, brown, blue and blue overflowing from the butterfly clusters. The colors are different in shades, and the light intensity is also different.

Yun Chi noticed that the strongest light belonged to Xiao Guanfeng, and it was bright golden.

And the most special thing is the star stone, the light cluster surrounding him is very weak, almost invisible, but it does not belong to any color range of gold, red, brown, blue and blue, but is white like the sun at noon.

After the flower butterfly rolled people to the high platform and settled down, it flew away from the square, taking away the strong fragrance of flowers.

Deacon Jiang Guo walked in front of more than a dozen people on the stage, looked at them one by one, nodded repeatedly, and finally turned to the audience, saying:

"The initial test is over, a total of 17 people. The selection of the alchemy furnace is not over yet, please wait a moment."

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar, and the surroundings began to make noise again.

Seeing that Yunchi hadn't been selected, Xingshi moved slightly, trying to lift his leg to leave, but someone grabbed his arm.

"Be safe and don't be impatient, it's not over yet." Xiao Guanfeng's voice was very low, but he was domineering and did not allow anyone to comment.

Walking all the way from Beiye, although Xingshi still can't understand Xiao Guanfeng's cold and heartless demeanor, he admires his calmness, wisdom, and quality of keeping his word.

Yun Chi was also stunned, he didn't expect such an opening, and was thinking about whether to take out a disciple of Qiankun Lubo.

Thinking of Xiao Guanfeng's confident expression, he dismissed the idea and stood in the square to wait.

The alchemy furnace selected the result quickly, but after half a stick of incense, a disciple took a wooden tablet and handed it to Jiang Guo.

"The result of the pill furnace selection has been released, one thousand three hundred and twenty one, the winner will step forward."

'Reliable! '

Couldn't help giving Xiao Guanfeng a thumbs up in his heart, Yun Chi held up the wooden sign high and strode towards the high platform, the crowd automatically parted left and right to make way for the narrow road.

The two wooden plaques merged into one, and they fit together perfectly. Jiang Guo Chaoyun showed a kind smile and turned to the audience.
"Those who are not selected can leave by themselves or take the smoke boat prepared by our door. In addition, our door has prepared divine nourishing dew for visiting immortal friends today. When leaving, one person can leave. Take two bottles."

Ling Jianzong's Nourishing Lotion has the effect of calming the mind and calming the mind, which is of great benefit to monks below the formation of alchemy.

Da Zongmen never loses ground in his actions.

It's a pity not to be able to worship Ling Jianzong, but they got two bottles of nourishing dew for nothing. Most of the unsuccessful people had smiles on their faces and pushed the dew away.

The crowd began to evacuate in an orderly manner, Jiang Guo turned around and said to Yun Chi and the others: "You all have talents above dual spiritual roots, with..."

Glancing at Yunchi from the corner of the eye, he coughed lightly and changed his words:
"Except for this little fairy friend, all of you are talented above the dual spiritual roots. Whether the dual spiritual roots or the heavenly spiritual roots will be determined after the examination of the spiritual pilasters."

"Deacon Jiang."

Jiang Guo: "Deacon Jiang is what the disciples of the outer sect call me. You will all come to the inner sect. Just call me Brother Jiang."

"Yes, Brother Jiang, since we have already started, why do we need to test the spirit root again?"

A tall, dark-faced man among the preparatory disciples asked everyone what was on his mind.

Jiang Guo: "Retesting the spiritual roots according to the spiritual pilasters is the rule of our sect. First, to screen out false spiritual roots; second, if you test the heavenly spiritual roots, you have the opportunity to become the elder's direct disciple.

You don't have to worry, for tens of thousands of years of Lingjian Sect, there have only been a few false spiritual roots. "

The so-called pseudo-spiritual root means that the spiritual root is born with relatively large defects, and it is difficult to achieve attainments in practice.

After speaking, he squeezed the sword finger with his right hand to his lips, opened and closed his lips twice, and led a dozen or so preparatory disciples to the top of Xiaxi Peak in a blink of an eye.

As soon as they settled down in front of a large hall on the top of the peak, a disciple ran over with an anxious expression, as if he had waited for a long time.

"Brother Jiang, it's time to come. The second and third elders have been waiting in the hall for a long time."

Jiang Guodao: "Why did the two elders come in person?"

In the past, the elders never showed up for the spiritual root test of new disciples. They waited until the results came out and then introduced them during the lecture.

"The pilaster according to the spirit is broken. The two elders are here to test the spirit roots of the disciples."

The Zhaoling pilasters have not broken for tens of thousands of years, but why did they suddenly break down today? Although I have doubts in my heart, I don’t show it on my face, and I still calmly said, "Then hurry up and go in."

(End of this chapter)