Changyang

Second batch?
Are there any first initiates before them?
Chang Yang raised his eyes to look at the mist-shrouded peaks in the distance, thinking about the meaning of what he just said.

Next to her, Ping Qingyun had already solved her confusion. He whispered: "The first batch are all the best in the four realms, and all of them have cultivation levels above the middle stage of the Golden Core. My master said that there are three hundred in the light spirit realm. Among them, there are even There are also the proud sons of Heaven in the Nascent Soul Realm, all of whom come from the Eighteen Sects, and are basically candidates for the Eleven Three-Star Lord."

"Rough calculation, beginners need to have less than [-]. However, more than half of them need to be acquired in the first year." He said, suddenly shaking his head and feeling disappointed: "It is still difficult for people with our lowest level of cultivation in the star realm. Mixed up."

The realm of Nascent Soul within 50 years old...

Chang Yang lowered his eyes and looked at the ground of the martial arts field. The gap between the disciples of the large sect and the disciples of the small sect could not be described as a huge chasm.

While the martial arts field was constantly noisy, several rows of monks wearing white robes with star patterns floated down from the sky holding long trays.

A majestic female voice then sounded: "The star realm is divided into two factions, Nandou Zhai and Beidou Pavilion. The eleven three-star kings will be selected from the two factions. You can temporarily choose a faction. If you fail the assessment in the future, you need to hand over the results you sent today. thing."

The monks with white robes and star patterns stood scattered in front of the circular martial arts field, and everyone lined up to choose their faction.

Changyang and Heping Qingyun stood in two lines, standing in the same row, and moved closely with the team in front.

"What are you posting?" Ping Qingyun stepped forward curiously and tried to look forward.

Unfortunately, the monk in front put away the things after receiving them and left directly.

Ping Qingyun looked for a long time but didn't see anything, so he turned around and chatted with Changyang: "Will you choose Nandou Zhai or Beidou Pavilion later?"

"do not know."

"I'm not sure either." Ping Qingyun scratched his face, "My master said you can choose both."

Chang Yang asked him: "What is the difference between Nandou Zhai and Beidou Pavilion?"

Ping Qingyun looked up at the sky and tried to remember: "Generally, six Star Lord candidates are selected from Nandou Pavilion, while there are seven Star Lord candidates from Beidou Pavilion."

Changyang: "So the competition in Beidou Pavilion is smaller than that of Nandou Pavilion?"

"You can't say that." Ping Qingyun pointed at himself and said, "For example, I major in the path of luck. Nan Douzhai has the Tiantong star, which is known as the lucky star, and Beidou Pavilion has the lucky Lucun star, which is the Tianji star. So these two Every faction has Star Lord positions for me to choose from."

"Which faction you want to choose, it's best to determine which star king position you are more suitable for." Ping Qingyun added, "Of course, we may not be able to reach the end."

Chang Yang was silent for a moment and suddenly asked him: "Which faction does the Seven Kill Stars belong to?"

"...Master didn't tell me about other Star Lord positions before I came here." Ping Qingyun looked a little ashamed.

In fact, in the general education class of the sect, the headmaster once talked about the Southern Dipper and the Big Dipper, but he didn't listen carefully.

As the two talked, it was their turn to choose a faction before they knew it.

"Would you choose Nandou Zhai or Beidou Pavilion?"

The star-patterned white-robed monk held a long tray with his left hand and stroked the surface with his right hand. The tray was instantly filled with two sets of different robes.

Changyang glanced at the left side of the tray, and her pupils suddenly shrank. She was wearing this white robe with black star patterns in her dream.

"Which faction should you choose?" Seeing her lost in thought, the monk asked in a thicker voice.

Chang Yang raised his head: "Which faction does the Seven Killers belong to?"

"Nandou." The monk spit out two words.

Chang Yang pointed to the black robe with the white star pattern on the right: "Is this the Beidou Pavilion Taoist robe?" "Yes."

Changyang said without hesitation: "I choose Beidou Pavilion."

The monk put a jade plaque on his robe and handed it to her: "Turn right and walk forward along the path. Your residence is written on the back of the jade plaque."

"Nandou Zhai chooses six star kings, and Beidou Pavilion chooses seven star kings." Chang Yang did not leave immediately, looked at the other party and asked, "Where will the star masters be chosen?"

The monk added another set of Taoist robes to the tray. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and looked at Chang Yang across from him. After a moment, he said with a half-smile, "Star Master has nothing to do with you."

Before she could say anything, the monk tilted his head and shouted, "Next one."

When the people behind came forward, Chang Yang could only get out of the way and silently walked to the side.

"Fellow Daoist Changyang!" Ping Qingyun from the other column slipped over, "I see you chose Beidou Pavilion. The Seven Kills Star belongs to Beidou?"

"The Seven Killing Stars are in Nandou Zhai." Chang Yang shook off his Taoist robe, and the picture of the seven stars with white stripes on a black background was reversed from the one she wore in the dream.

Ping Qingyun was surprised: "Then why did you choose Beidou Pavilion?"

Changyang was silent, she just wanted to go against the dream.

Precognitive dreams?
She would never detoxify a person who hates her at the expense of her own cultivation.

From now on, she chose the opposite path.

"But it just so happens that I also chose Beidou Pavilion." Ping Qingyun next to him said happily, "Fellow Taoist Changyang, we will be members of the same sect from now on."

Chang Yang stuffed the Taoist robe into his storage bag and suppressed his disgust towards the young man in the dream: "Let's go."

Ping Qingyun touched the jade sign carefully: "I live in Baerlu."

Changyang lowered his head and looked at the jade tablet in his hand. The front was engraved with the Beidou Pavilion, and the back was a seven-star diagram. There was a row of numbers at the bottom, one hundred and thirteen.

The two of them walked forward along the path on the right. After a while, a wooden building rising from the ground appeared in front of them, with a "Beidou Pavilion" plaque hanging directly above it.

"Fellow Taoist Changyang, I'm going up first." Ping Qingyun separated from her and happily went to find his own residence.

Changyang walked into the wooden building, followed the directions on the sign in the lobby, and walked to the right of the first floor. Room No. 13 was her residence.

Pushing open the door and walking in, the inside was much more spacious than her original residence in the Hehuan Sect, but there were three more people.

There is a tea table, four chairs, and a row of large bunks in the room. Two female nuns have already laid out the mattresses. One is sitting at the table, and the other is standing by the window, playing with the jade flute in his hand. The other one on the east side faces the door. The female revisionist was squatting on the stone bed, with nothing on her bed.

Only one bed is left on the east side of the Datong bunk bed.

Upon seeing this, Chang Yang found the mattress from the storage bag, carried it to the stone bed to the east, and spread it with a quilt.

"Crack, click."

There were constant noises coming from the side. Changyang turned his head inadvertently and looked back. He couldn't help but lean back and wanted to hold the sword.

——The female nun in Dongpu actually had the head of a wolf, her fangs exposed, and she was holding a large fruit in her hand, half of the kernel had been bitten off.

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