The years when I created the ancient heaven

Chapter 132 Awake in the World
In the 513th year of the Daxuan calendar, the 2nd day of February.

The dragon looked up.

Just like certain customs in Mo Chengjun's memory, February [-]nd in this world is also an extremely grand festival, even more lively than in his memory.

This day in Yunjian City can only be described as extremely lively.

There are lights and festoons everywhere, and crowds of people everywhere.

As far as the eye can see, there are various snack stalls and social drama juggling enough to extend to the end of the field of vision.

Everyone's face is full of joy, and I don't know how many children are playing around, from this booth to that booth.

There are also dragon and lion dances along the way, as well as the amazing singing voice faintly coming from the restaurant.

There, the best theater troupes in the entire Yunzhou gathered, and each pillar had its own unique skills.

There, a big green donkey with four ears and a money bag was crowded among them. Hearing the beauty, he even shook his head and applauded loudly.

It is also a landscape.

If nothing happened, Mo Chengjun's favorite thing to do every year is to take Xiaorui'er to the temple fair where the dragon raises its head, which is the most lively.

It's just that today, he doesn't have the opportunity to experience the fireworks in the world, and the red dust is rolling. Instead, he has to meet a challenge that belongs to him.

Yes, even for him, this sermon had to be seen as a challenge.

At this time, behind a cliff in Wutong Cave, Mo Chengjun was wearing a fairy robe with a ribbon, his sleeves were fluttering, and his aura was ethereal, like an exile in the world.

However, if he got closer and took a closer look, it was not difficult to find that his hands were shaking slightly at this moment, and there was faint sweat oozing from his forehead.

His chest was also rising and falling rapidly, swallowing the pure and lively inspiration of Wutongdongtian.

Think of him, Mo Chengjun, who used to be a scientific research leader, and went to the highest academic hall. Although he is young, what big man has he not seen?
What big scene has not been encountered?

Nervous, huh...

That's, ahem, actually, I'm still quite nervous!

There is no way out, those bigwigs in the previous life, at most, are at the height of thought, but in essence, there is no difference.

People, still people!
But this is the world of cultivating immortals, and people are inherently different, and crossing a big realm is the difference between clouds and mud.

What's more, those people outside, not Jindan Daoist, are too embarrassed to show their faces, and Yuanying Daxiu also caught a lot of them, let alone those Yin Gods, and even Yang Gods.

It felt like a little white rabbit had been thrown into the center, surrounded by wolves, tigers and leopards, staring at and salivating.

Even though the little white rabbit knew that these wolves, tigers and leopards would not pounce on him, he was still afraid!

On the side, Baling'er seemed to have discovered a new continent. He circled around Mo Chengjun, one circle, another circle...

Mo Chengjun was dizzy.

That's not enough, he also looked up and down Mo Chengjun, his eyes looked like he was looking at a big horse monkey.

Mo Chengjun finally became 'angry', his eyes widened: "Why are you doing this?"

Baling'er folded her hands behind her back, and said 'tsk tsk': "I used to think that you were bold and not afraid of anything, even if you were an evil ghost king, it didn't count if you were good at it, and you dared to speak threats.

But now?

Is this still the Mo Chengjun I know?
What's the matter, are you timid right now? "

As he said that, he waved his hand and said: "But it's normal to be cowardly, who told you that you are overthinking your abilities.

How dare you accept such a big sect mission?
This is the last session of the Indus Ceremony, the finale. I don't know how many sect disciples are looking forward to it, waiting for you to feel proud.

Tell me, what if you screw it up?
Tsk tsk, what will be the consequences? "

At this moment, many idioms flashed through Mo Chengjun's mind.

What are "rats crossing the street", "unforgivable crimes", "running away", "running away", "everyone shouting and beating" and so on.

For a moment, he felt that this matter,
It's really not what people should do!
But looking at Balinger's 'gloating' face, he suddenly let out a long sigh: "Brother, are you just envious, jealous?"

"what?"

Mo Chengjun grinned and said, "I remember that before the Wutong Puja, Brother Pu also participated in the selection, right?
Although, um, the sword skills are not good, the sword intent is not strong, the sword energy is not strong, knowing that there is no chance, but Brother Pu still participated in the selection of the Wutong Festival? "

Baling'er 'forcibly' explained: "I'm going to verify what I've learned. Even if I can't be selected, I can always accumulate experience."

"Brother, dare you say that you don't have the slightest idea?

Or, do you have no expectations at all, for example, you will be lucky enough to be selected to participate in this parasol ceremony? "

Mo Chengjun's voice seemed to be full of temptation: "Hey, even if the ranking is not high, as long as you participate, then in the future, can you play for ten years?

It's all about speaking out, thinking back then, I was a person who participated in the Wutong Puja? ! "

"Of course, ahem..."

Baling'er looked forward to it, but when he turned his head, he realized: "No, what do you mean?"

Mo Chengjun shrugged to the outside: "Look there, there are as many Jindan cultivators as dogs, Nascent Soul can walk all over the ground, and the stronger bosses are all sitting in rows. What do you think they are doing?"

Speaking of this, Mo Chengjun laughed triumphantly: "They are all waiting for me to brag!"

With his waist up, Mo Chengjun was extremely proud, he even patted Baling'er on the shoulder, and said: "It's okay, it's okay, when I come back, I'll tell you how it feels to be famous all over the world.

Guaranteed, you will also have a lot of fun! "

Half of Baling'er's face was full of longing, and the other half of his face was full of disgust: "I'm afraid you'll mess up this thing, huh?"

At this time, Mo Chengjun pretended to be, he shrugged his shoulders, with an indifferent expression on his face: "The Lord of the Seventh Palace is not afraid, I'm a coward!

In the worst case, I will stay in my small courtyard and not come out. If I have nothing to do, I will cultivate immortals, and if I have something to do, I will study research projects.

No one will bother me, I wish for it! "

Besides, who is he?

A 3000-year-old popsicle!
In terms of age, all these people outside are younger brothers?

Do I need to be afraid of them?
Depend on!
Well, now Mo Chengjun's psychological construction has been completely completed, and he has added the attribute of being crazy.

This scene is not big, the status is not important, and it still affects my performance!

This time, Mo Chengjun's whole person was different, exuding a confident temperament from the outside to the inside, so confident that he even broke through the sky.

In his mind, the image of Emperor Ziwei in Zhongtian North Pole suddenly appeared from the void, ranking above the stars, he was the lord of the stars and indifferent to all living beings.

Mo Chengjun himself didn't expect that just by breaking through the psychological barrier, he could make this idea go a step further.

But at this time, he was neither happy nor sad, and there was an absolute pure aura in his whole person.

At this moment, Fairy Ruoli walked into the cave, looked up and down, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "It's about to start, Junior Brother Mo, how are you preparing?"

Mo Chengjun nodded slightly and said, "Yes!"

"Let's go then?"

"it is good!"

Saying that, Fairy Ruoli led the way out, while Mo Chengjun stepped forward to follow.

In the rear, Baling'er didn't rush out, but stood where he was.

After another moment, a golden light appeared beside him, condensing into a human silhouette.

Baling'er immediately bowed and saluted, "Ba Ling'er of Wuhui Peak, I have met the head teacher, this mission is fortunate to not disgrace my life!"

The person who came was a handsome middle-aged uncle, the head teacher of the Galaxy Sword Sect, Hua Ye the Skyline Sword Master.

He looked at the direction where Mo Chengjun was leaving, then at Baling'er who was bowing, and said with a smile: "This provocative method is used well, you two are, um, complementing each other, huh?"

Baling'er replied solemnly: "The ancestor of the teacher should say that he is a friend of a friend and a gangster."

"Haha, it's interesting."

As he said that, the handsome uncle said again: "The Wutong Dharma Conference is coming to an end, if you wish, I can arrange for you to enter the welcoming hall and be a welcoming envoy."

At this moment, Balinger's heart was moved!

The parasol ceremony is huge and will involve countless people busy for it.

And in this busyness, there is a kind of person who represents the face of Xinghe Sword Sect, and does the work of welcoming and sending off.

This is the welcome messenger!

This position not only allows you to get acquainted with the top figures in the entire Yunzhou, but also to overhaul the giants from all sides and expand your network for yourself. It also requires a sufficient status in the sect.

And the status of this sect?
There are many theories. For example, if you are the heir of a big boss or a direct descendant, you must have preferential treatment.

Another example is that I have a very high talent and understanding, and I am the key training object of the sect, so I have a chance.

In other words, those who can be appointed as "guest welcoming envoys" by Xinghe Jianzong are all recognized and cultivated in another sense.

In the future, the status and resources in the sect will be tilted to a certain extent.

If it is said that attending an Indus Puja, one has the qualifications to brag, then doing this "guest welcoming envoy" not only has the qualifications to brag, but also can reap a lot of benefits.

It should be said that the handsome uncle gave Baling'er what he wanted, and it was also urgently needed.

But Baling'er was only moved for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Let's forget it!"

The handsome uncle was stunned: "Why did you refuse?"

Baling'er said: "I am very moved and want to agree.

But I know very well that some things, if you don't have the strength to rush to get them, it is a disaster, not a gain. "

This time, the handsome uncle looked at Baling'er again, and he smiled: "Now, I understand a little bit, why can you get along so well with Mo Chengjun?

Being sober in the world is the rarest thing!

Well, I'm waiting for you, waiting for the day when you can really stand in front of me. "

As he spoke, the handsome uncle disappeared again in a burst of golden light, leaving only Baling'er with a look of hesitation and loss.

After a long time, he slapped himself and said, "Damn, you're called to be noble, and you're called to pretend, now you're gone!"

Even so, if Baling'er was offered another choice, he would still refuse.

People, sometimes they are so contradictory!
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