Patriarch of Wanjiao

In the middle of the night, I don't know the bright moon is here, and the end of the world is boundless and boundless.

Qian Yaodong from Poison King Mountain died, on the way to the Tianjiao competition, and died at the table of Wangtianlou.

In a short while, the troops of the patrol battalion sealed off this small building with a long history. Some people said that the boss behind Wangtianlou was about to bleed heavily this time.

Someone died in the restaurant, but it was the Poison King Mountain... No, it should be regarded as a disciple of Xuantian Pavilion.

"It is said that the identity of the boss of Wangtianlou is not simple. The ancestors had a grudge against Duwangshan, so they secretly assassinated them."

As soon as the sun went down, Li Mo and the others heard such conclusions in a roadside restaurant.

"Qian Yaodong is a student of Poison King Mountain, so he really won't die so strangely." Qin Zangzhuo lowered his head and said.

This little disciple of Holding Sword Mountain seems to be still brooding over what happened just now.

"The boss of Wangtianlou carried five large boxes into the patrol camp... It is said that there are new clues..."

The moon has just appeared, and the wind direction has changed again.

Qian Yaodong practiced poison kung fu, became obsessed, and suffered a backlash. It was purely an accident, but it was related to the layout of the Wangtian Tower, and his fierce nature led to the accident.

Wangtianlou still has an unshirkable responsibility.

It was only an hour after the news came out, and the owner of Wangtianlou bought the three shops on East Street at a low price.

"The truth has finally been found out... Guixu is behind this accident!"

Finally, the patrol battalion solved the case in less than five hours with astonishing efficiency.

The insanity of Guixu has caused a fresh life to wither. What we are facing is not only the sad reality of a lost young talent and a rising disciple of the mountain gate, but also the face of evil forces and justice. Where is the torture.

In this regard, the Patrol Battalion stated that it will launch a series of [-]-day rectification actions against the evil forces of Guixu, resolutely safeguard the interests of the people, severely crack down on crimes, tackle all kinds of hidden dangers, and effectively ensure the safety of the disciples of the major sects. Take practical actions to welcome the final exam of Xuantian Pavilion, hold high the banner of justice, and hope that Xuancheng will be bright and bright.

That night, Ming Chengjun, the commander of the patrol battalion, attended the [-]-day action swearing-in meeting and delivered an important speech.

"It's Guixu again... Now it seems that these people have gone crazy, and they are responsible for all the chaos that happened in Wangxuan City so far." Ji Shi couldn't help sighing.

Li Mo listened with pricked ears, but remained silent, eating with his head down.

"Guixu's gang of conscienceless bastards really never do anything human."

"No wonder the court denounced them as the source of evil. They really violated the law and discipline, and they did everything. A young life just withered."

"I am sworn to death with evil."

Not far away, the disciples from the major sects who were still watching gradually dispersed, and the sense of justice in their hearts was completely stimulated by the timely truth.

"It's a pity that he was assassinated by someone..."

At this moment, Qin Zangzhuo suddenly spoke.

"Huh? I didn't expect you to be so kind-hearted?" Li Mo raised his head and couldn't help but glance at the other party.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, this humble young man was humiliated and bullied by Qian Yaodong, but he still felt pity for him. It is really rare to feel sorry for this accident.

"My senior sister said that if someone slaps you, you have to pay it back in person. Everyone else is dead, so I have no chance." Qin Zangzhuo felt a little sad.

"..."

"You are only at the seventh level of the Inner Breathing Realm. Even if Qian Yaodong survives, you will only be slapped."

Master Ji cast a glance, only thinking that this kid has some brain problems.

A slap by Qian Yaodong can directly make him into a bubble.

"Okay, let's leave it at that."

Li Mo got up and wanted to leave with Ji Shi. Speaking of which, he and Qin Zangzhuo just met by chance.

"Brother Li, I haven't repaid the love for saving the siege today... My senior sister said that other people's kindness should be returned with my own hands..."

Qin Zangzhuo hurriedly got up to stop him.

"No need."

Li Mo shook his head, turned around and left with Master Ji.

"Brother Ji, let's just say goodbye."

At the intersection, Li Mo saw that it was getting late, and wanted to go to Boss Bai to check on Ning Huai's situation.

These days, he has been thinking about the life-slaying sword.

"Come on, there's still a major event tonight." Master Ji said in a deep voice while pulling Li Mo.

"The highlight?"

"A place like Wangtian Tower is filled with small characters, who belong to the world's mountain gates, and are of the highest rank. Although these people have the opportunity to enter the Xuantian Pavilion, they are just inferior students."

Master Ji talked eloquently and talked about the doorway.

Xuantian Pavilion recruits disciples and selects talents from all the major sects in the world every three years.

Of the [-] mountain gates in the world, more than half of them are not qualified to send their disciples to Xuantian Pavilion.

Just like Luofu Mountain, since the Black Sword, there have been no disciples for 300 consecutive years, and they have been promoted to Xuantian Hall.

Even now in Wangxuan City, disciples from various mountain gates have obtained the qualifications to enter Xuantian Pavilion, their values ​​and fates are also very different.

If it is divided by merit, the disciples of the top [-] sects are considered top students. They are born with the top resources and talents, and their strength is naturally the leader of the group.

These people are the most concerned objects of Xuantian Pavilion, and they have long been regarded as the wealth of Xuantian Pavilion
The top [-] mountain gate disciples are middle-level students. Although they are not paid as much attention as the top students, they still attract the attention of the upper class.

In the past Xuantian Pavilion assessments, many top-notch seedlings can be found among middle-level students. These people have not yet exploded their true potential in the various mountain gates. Once they are trained by Xuantian Pavilion, they will advance by leaps and bounds.

The mountain disciples who are ranked one hundred or less are the so-called inferior students.

The meaning of their existence is to become the cornerstone of the high-rise Cumulative Xuantian Pavilion, just like Chen Wangdu, who worked silently at the bottom for more than 20 years, and only reluctantly got a job as a special envoy when he was in his 40s.

In fact, this is a hard work, and only these inferior students do it.

Most of their disciples are no longer competitive when they reach the age of 35, and more than [-]% of them are reduced to cannon fodder, or take up more difficult positions, or die directly in the mission... the luckier ones are injured, Mix some pension money, and finally end this remaining life, disappearing into the world.

This is why the Xuantian Pavilion needs to be replenished with fresh blood every three years.

"In Xuantian Pavilion, only top students and middle-level students can get mixed up in the middle and high levels... The low-quality students can only be the low-level students..." Ji Shi said lightly.

"It's ironic." Li Mo couldn't help sighing.

In Longyuan Mansion, those people are desperately trying to get into the Xuantian Pavilion. If they can stand out, getting the qualification to enter the Xuantian Pavilion is a major event for the glorious family.

However, when you really arrive in the capital, you will know the gap between classes.

From the moment the disciples of the various mountain gates in the world stepped into Wangxuan City, the fate of each other has already distanced themselves.

More than [-]% of them are just inferior students.

"Just now, there were only some inferior students in Wangtian Building, most of them came from the mountain gates ranked below the top [-]." Ji Shi said in a deep voice.

"The place I'm going to take you to later is the gathering of middle-level students... Maybe there will be top-notch students..."

"The top twenty mountain gates?" Li Mo's heart moved slightly.

Now that the sects from all over the world are gathered in Wangxuan City, and the final exam is approaching, sooner or later he has to meet the successors of these top sects, maybe he can take this opportunity to broaden his horizons.

"Do you want to be together?" Ji Shi asked.

"Then there is Brother Lao Ji."

Li Mo readily agreed.

After a while, the two of them appeared outside a quiet courtyard in Dongcheng, which was only nine streets away from Dengtianlou.

"Brother Ji, why did we enter through the side door again?" Li Mo couldn't help asking, seeing Master Ji's proficient way of managing the concierge.

"Exciting."

Master Ji beckoned Li Mo to follow, and the two entered the courtyard smoothly after paying 30 taels of silver.

"The layout of this courtyard... there are some doorways..."

As soon as Li Mo stepped in, he felt a little strange. There was a large vat in the center of the front yard. With this as the center, the surrounding situation was trapped in it, and Li Mo's spiritual sense felt faintly suppressed.

"Your vision is quite accurate... This courtyard is the property of [Mountain of Past Events]..." Ji Shi said lightly.

"Past Events Mountain!?" Li Mo was taken aback, he seemed to have heard Yan Zixia mention this name before.

"The history of the world has been going on for thousands of years, and there are leftovers on the east side of the sea... This thread is very special. From the beginning of its establishment, it has recorded the major events in the world, and the secrets of various sects..." Ji Shi turned his head and said.

"Therefore, the strength of Past Events Mountain is not very strong, but it has a very high status among the mountain gates in the world."

"This [Yuanchi Meeting] was also organized by Past Events Mountain. It has been a tradition for many years."

Ji Shi knows the story of Tianxia Shanmen very well.

"Yuanchi Society..." Li Mo chewed on the name.

The abyss is deep and the pool is big, and there must be hidden dragons.

"The purpose of holding this meeting in Past Events Mountain is to dig out the dark horses hidden in the various mountain gates... They will have detailed records in every Xuantian Pavilion assessment."

While talking, the two had already arrived at the backyard. At this moment, 30 to [-] people had gathered.

Li Mo only glanced at it, and saw that the disciples of the mountain gate here were more than a step higher than Wangtianlou, and almost all of them were nine-level masters who had cultivated the spiritual roots of the Tao.

"The quality of the top [-] descendants of the sect is really different."

Li Mo's eyes narrowed, but he turned to the highest platform.

Sitting in the center is a woman, bright and kind, looking forward to brilliance, wearing a flowing green dress, like a fairy in the clouds.

"She is the descendant of Past Events Mountain, Chan Zhiqiu." Ji Shi narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice.

"The cicadas feel the autumn wind before it moves..." Li Mo murmured softly.

"A group of virtuous people has arrived, and I will reward you for conspiring with me."

At this moment, Chan Zhiqiu let out a soft drink, and the courtyard fell silent immediately.

This fully demonstrates the detached status of the master's family. In the past, Shishan's prestige, even the top [-] mountain gates, had to be given three points.

Here, Chan Zhiqiu's words and deeds seem to be weightless.

"This woman is not simple..." Ji Shi said in a deep voice.

According to his estimation, this descendant of Past Events Mountain is at least a master of Seven Inch Realm, even more powerful, far surpassing Qian Yaodong of Poison King Mountain.

"Brother Fa Ming, please come up."

Chan Zhiqiu's words immediately attracted everyone's attention. Among the crowd, a young monk with a handsome face slowly walked up to the high platform.

"Fa Ming from Kurong Mountain is here too? Fairy Chan is really proud of her."

At this moment, someone whispered softly, looking at the young monk with eyes full of awe.

Kurong Mountain, ranked 27th among the mountain gates in the world, originated from Tianchan Mountain, and has a feeling of incense with it, so it has a high status and is different from ordinary mountain gates.

"Only with the approval of Fairy Chan, Past Events Mountain, can you take the stage and be regarded as a potential dragon in the deep pool."

"I don't know who else is qualified to take the stage."

"It would be great if I could get the first one. It's been a thousand years since the past, but I have the opportunity to ask them about any secrets."

Under the high stage, bursts of discussions resounded.

According to the rules of the [Yuanchi Club], whoever takes the stage and takes a seat is a distinguished guest of the Mountain of Past Events. As for the person who wins the first seat, he is even more qualified to obtain a secret he wants to know from the Mountain of Past Events.

The past has passed for thousands of years, and the secrets of the world are all on the Cangshan Mountain in the East China Sea.

"Brother Xu Dao, you can come up too." Chan Zhiqiu said with a light smile.

As soon as the words fell, a young man with a long knife on his back came out from the crowd. He had a peaceful expression, but no one dared to approach him within ten steps.

Lingdao Mountain, Xu Feng returns.

"Tsk tsk, the reputation of Lingdao Mountain is not lower than that of Kurong Mountain."

"Fairy Chan, I don't want to be in the limelight." Xu Feng stepped on the high platform, whispering softly, but his eyes swept over the lofty first seat.

"Since the birth of the Black Sword 300 years ago, and the establishment of the Yuanchi Meeting by my ancestors in the past, this has been the rule. Those who are capable will take the stage...Brother Xu Dao is fully qualified to do so." Chan Zhiqiu said with a light smile There is a past.

The history of Yuanchi Club can be traced back to 300 years ago. It was originally a very boring party...

That year, the ancestor of Past Events Mountain was just a young boy, and he invited friends from famous mountains in the five lakes to gather together, and invited disciples from all the great mountain sects to observe and learn, so he wanted to see the profound arts of each school.

That is, on that gathering, an unknown young man was born out of nowhere, with the power of a sword, he convinced hundreds of families.

That boy's name is Black Sword.

Since then, Yuanchi Society has been passed down from generation to generation, and has never been cut off in the hands of Past Events Mountain.

"Do you have any objections to these two seats?"

Chan Zhiqiu asked the audience.

This is the rule, as long as the person who has been approved by Past Events Mountain can take the stage directly, as for other people who want to be on the stage, they have to show their strength and compete with each other.

Of course, if someone refuses to accept this, they can directly challenge it.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, but there was no voice of opposition.

Whether it is the Dharma Minister of Kurong Mountain or Xu Feng of Lingdao Mountain, they are all well-known, and they are fully qualified to be on the stage.

"Okay, then I invite you to report your family, and anyone who wants to give it a try can show their skills."

Chan Zhiqiu waved her hand, and there were two young girls holding pens beside her and began to record.

"Do you still want to report yourself?" Someone asked softly.

"All previous Yuanchi meetings must be recorded in detail, and the participants must naturally have a clear history."

"Bone Bone Mountain, Song Wenming."

"Lingchi Mountain, divination medicine money."

"Abbot Mountain, all eighteen."

……

One name after another kept ringing, from front to back.

Whether it's the Faxiang of Kurong Mountain or Xu Feng of Lingdao Mountain, the old gods are still there, and there is no slightest disturbance.

With their background and strength, although these mountain gates are not well-known, they are not enough for them to take them seriously.

Even Chan Zhiqiu just listened quietly, unable to see any emotional changes in her beautiful eyes.

"Thatched House Mountain, Zheng Qingping."

"Westfall, Bathfall."

……

Gradually, the voice of registration went from front to back, to the last corner, and everyone's eyes kept moving back following the voice.

"Luofu Mountain, Li Mo."

At this moment, a contemptuous voice resounded in the courtyard.

"Um!?"

Suddenly, on the high platform, Chan Zhiqiu, who was sitting upright, suddenly changed his face, and stood up from his seat in a jerk! ! !