Senior brother, stop it, you are the villain!

Twelve years later, Dongzhou, Qinglan City.

Qinglan City is located in the northeast of Dongzhou, with a population of only eighty or ninety thousand, but it is the largest city within a radius of three hundred miles. This place can be regarded as a veritable remote place. On weekdays, it is sparsely populated, and people's lives are dull, with almost no disturbance.

But today, Qinglan City seemed particularly lively.

Not far from the south of the city lord's palace, there is a arena with a length of about thirty feet. At this time, in the ring, two teenagers were fighting fiercely with their bare hands.

Both of them looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, but the clothes one of them wore was obviously much more luxurious than the other, and he obviously came from a wealthy family. The other man was wearing coarse linen clothes and had dark skin. At first glance, he looked like he had just stepped out of the fields.

Under the ring, there was a group of ordinary people waving their arms and shouting. The contents of their shouts are also surprisingly similar:

"Beat him to death! Beat him to death! Beat him to death, and the qualification certificate is yours!"

"Master Meng, I have staked a full twenty taels of silver on you! You must not lose!"

"Young man named Ling, it's better to admit defeat quickly! How can you be Master Meng's opponent? Where in Wuling City's Cultivation Academy is the place where people like you should go?"

"Go down! Go down!"

The young master known as "Master Meng" provocatively said to the other party: "Did you hear what the people below said? Ling Tian, ​​tell me, if you don't quickly admit defeat, what are you doing here? Do you really think you can persist? Will a miracle happen?"

Ling Tian, ​​the young man wearing coarse linen clothes across from him, turned a deaf ear to the shouts of everyone. He stared at the opponent and said coldly: "Meng Fanqiu, we still don't know who will win! As long as I'm still standing here, I haven't lost!"

"Tsk tsk!" Meng Fanqiu glanced at the bloodstains on his body, then at his slightly pale face, and sighed slightly, "Ling Tian Ling Tian, ​​the result is the same anyway, isn't it good to just admit defeat? ? You have to be beaten before you admit defeat? Since you are so disrespectful, I have no choice but to be polite!"

Before he finished speaking, Meng Fanqiu rushed towards Ling Tian like a strong wind with his feet, and slapped Ling Tian on the head.

Ling Tian had just reacted and quickly raised his hands to resist. The next moment, he felt severe pain in his wrist, as if his wrist bone was about to be broken. He gritted his teeth and suddenly kicked Meng Fanqiu into the waist. Meng Fanqiu met him with his elbow and hit him accurately on the tibia. The pain was so painful that Ling Tian couldn't help but change his face.

Before Ling Tian's right foot could be withdrawn, Meng Fanqiu hooked his foot and lifted up Ling Tian's left foot. Ling Tian was unsteady and his body fell backwards involuntarily. Just as he was trying to adjust his posture, he felt severe pain in his waist, but was kicked by Meng Fanqiu.

"puff!"

Ling Tian spurted out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards, and fell heavily on the ring. He struggled to stand up, but the severe pain and injuries in his body made it almost impossible for him to use any strength.

The people under the ring cheered in unison.

"Ling Tian, ​​why don't you admit defeat?" Meng Fanqiu asked sarcastically.

Ling Tian coughed twice and spit out two mouthfuls of blood again. He gritted his teeth and glared at Meng Fanqiu, his eyes filled with resentment.

damn it! I'm obviously just a little short! Just a little bit worse!

At this time, in the city lord's mansion behind the ring, which was built on the highest attic, a red-haired girl with bright eyes and white teeth was lying in front of the window, watching the scene happening on the ring. When she saw that the young man was covered in blood but still refused to admit defeat, the girl couldn't help but be greatly moved.

She turned to look at the young man sitting next to him who was drinking tea leisurely, and said with a pout, "Brother Yu, look at that young man, he is so pitiful!"

The young man whom the girl called "Brother Yu" looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. His clothes were luxurious and his temperament was elegant. He was originally watching the competition on the ring, but after watching half of it, he turned his head indifferently.

The two people fighting in the ring may look very powerful in the eyes of others, but in his eyes, they are really inferior and cannot interest him at all.

After hearing what the girl said, the young man shrugged and said, "Okay Huang'er, there are so many poor people in the world, do you still want to take care of them all?"

"But..." the girl bit her lip and said, "But we can definitely come up with another qualification certificate! There are so many people in Qinglan City, and there is only one qualification certificate. How can we get it?"

The young man said helplessly: "If you give Qinglan City one more qualification certificate, then other cities will have to give one less. Tell me, where does this qualification certificate come from?"

The girl rolled her eyes and said, "How about... just take out one from Qianyun City?"

The girl felt that her proposal was very reasonable, and she couldn't help but be very excited, and her eyes were looking at the young man expectantly. The young man's mouth twitched and he said: "Qianyun City has a population of 800,000, and it has a profound background. Thirty-two qualification certificates are already a very small quota. There are less than 80,000 people in Qinglan City in total. , I don’t have any background yet, I should be laughing if I have a qualification certificate.”

Seeing that the girl wanted to talk more, the young man waved his hand impatiently: "Stop trying to persuade me. No matter how much I try to persuade you, you won't be able to produce an additional qualification certificate. Before you came out, you promised your father and mother that everything will be decided by me." shall prevail.”

The girl pursed her lips and said with a dissatisfied look on her face: "Just wait, I will have to complain to my mother after I go back!"

"Complain? What complaint?"

"I said you bullied me!" The girl puffed her cheeks and glared at the boy, looking like she was going to eat him.

The boy looked at the girl's angry look and laughed. He reached out and patted the girl's head, and said with a smile: "Okay, Huang'er, why are you angry with me for someone who has nothing to do with you? Before my mother came out, she told me another thing, and this thing is also related to you."

"What is it?" The girl asked curiously.

The boy smiled and said: "My mother said that after we go back, we will get married. At that time, you can't call me brother, but you should call me husband."

The girl's cheeks were immediately flushed, and her face was like fire: "Who... who wants to marry you? You can say such words casually, shameless! Lululu..."

The girl made a face at the boy, then turned and ran down the attic, no longer looking at him.

The boy looked at the girl's back and smiled.

These two people are Feng Lingyu and Lin Huang'er.

Twelve years later, both of them are sixteen years old. In this world, people of this age can start a family. Feng Lingyu and Lin Huang'er had an engagement and grew up together. They were actually prepared for the wedding.

But when she heard the word "marriage" from Feng Lingyu, Lin Huang'er still felt shy from the bottom of her heart, and her whole body almost burned.

In fact, if you look closely, you will find that there are indeed sparks in her fiery red hair.

The reason why the two appeared in Qinglan City was due to a task given to them by Feng Shao and Lin Xiaoran, which was to issue admission certificates to the Cultivation Academy.

Feng Lingyu was called "Young City Lord" in Wuling City. As early as the age of twelve, he began to get involved in the affairs of Wuling City. However, since he was still young and had little knowledge at the time, he did not participate in many affairs and was not well-known.

But after the age of sixteen, Feng Shao planned to gradually transfer all the affairs of Wuling City to Feng Lingyu, so that he could become a city lord who could stand on his own. Before that, he had to make Feng Lingyu familiar to everyone.

And the task of issuing qualification certificates obviously meets this need.

The admission qualification certificate of the Cultivation Academy was a new thing that just appeared three years ago. Before that, anyone who was recommended by the Cultivation Academy and reached the Xiantian Realm before the age of sixteen could automatically obtain admission to the Cultivation Academy.

However, as the reputation of the Cultivation Academy grew, the number of students gradually increased, and the Cultivation Academy began to be overcrowded. At the most, the entire Cultivation Academy enrolled as many as 30,000 students that year, and the number of monks studying in the entire Cultivation Academy reached a huge number of 150,000.

Considering the limited capacity of the Cultivation Academy to accommodate students, Lin Xiaoran decided to raise the admission threshold of the academy and add admission qualification certificates.

The Cultivation Academy admission qualification certificates are limited to 20,000 per year, and different cities receive different quotas according to their population, size, average level of monks and other conditions.

For example, Wuling City itself has a population of more than two million, and the surrounding towns can add more than one million. There are many monks, a strong cultivation atmosphere, and monks of middle and high realms are everywhere. Therefore, Wuling City itself has obtained a quota of 800 admission certificates.

In a small city like Qinglan City, all the people within a radius of 300 miles cannot make up 100,000 people. The city lord with the highest cultivation level is only at the Jindan realm, and there are very few monks in the Xiantian realm. Such a remote city naturally gets very few quotas, as few as one.

But even if there is only one, it is a great bargain for Qinglan City. You must know that those selected from such a small city can only be the lowest among the students of the current year when they arrive at the Xiuzhen Academy.

In fact, such an allocation plan is unfair to both the big city that has obtained the most quotas and the small city that has only one quota.

The big city thinks that all the monks should be put together for comparison, and those with higher levels should be allowed to go, and they should not be given preferential treatment just because small places are poor. They should also stand on the same starting line, so that it is fair.

Small cities feel that they have insufficient foundation and are not strong, so they rely on students returning from the cultivation academy to drive the city's development. You only give me so few places, so few people can go out of here, and even fewer cultivators can drive the city's development. Over time, I will become poorer. So I should get more opportunities, so that it is fair.

From their own perspective, what each party said makes sense. But absolute fairness does not exist, and there is no system that satisfies everyone. Lin Xiaoran can only try to weigh the opinions and interests of all parties and allocate shares.

And the scene that just happened on the stage was the battle for the admission certificate that was going on in Qinglan City. Whoever wins will get the only admission certificate.

So, none of them want to lose.