On the official road, a line of carriages and horses passed by slowly. At the front of the line were two columns of eight riders, in the middle were three or two red-lacquered carriages, and behind them were another seven or eight riders. In addition, there were sporadic probing horses wandering around.

, these riders are all riding tall horses, with swords hanging on their sides. Just one glance tells people that this group of people is not easy to mess with.

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves gradually came, and two horses were seen galloping from the front. The rider in front only glanced at it and turned back and said: "Sir, it's Zhang Qing and the others who are back."

At this time, the two sides were not far away, and a familiar rider had already spoken: "Brother Qing!"

"Ha, Xiaoye, wait until I inform Master before I speak." The knights on the two horses were a young man in his twenties and a middle-aged man in his forties. At this time, the two reined in their horses, and the young man smiled.

replied.

The leader of the carriage stretched out a hand to lift the curtain, but it was a middle-aged man in his fifties. When Zhang Qing saw it, he immediately got off his horse, ran to the front of the carriage, and saluted respectfully: "

Master, this disciple is back."

"Well, how's the situation up front?" the middle-aged man asked, stroking his beard.

"Hey, it's peaceful. We at Qingyuan Jianmen come here every year. How can Xiaoxiao dare to cause trouble here? The original small village has almost become a small town. Look, you can see residential buildings a few miles away.

." Zhang Qing smiled.

"Well," the middle-aged man nodded, with a calm expression on his face, and then ordered: "Let's go to the small town ahead to rest, and we will worship our ancestors at Longhu Mountain tomorrow morning." After saying this, he waited until everyone agreed and then turned into the carriage.

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The carriage continued to move forward, and people inside the carriage began to talk: "Dad, why don't you come to worship the ancestors at Longhu Mountain? Why do you have to take me with you? You know the state youth talent competition is about to begin. I

I have made breakthroughs in the sword technique of "High Mountains and Waters Far Away", and I am taking the time to practice my sword."

The middle-aged man smiled when he heard this and said: "Fu'er, I'm very happy that you are focusing on kendo, but there are tensions and relaxations in practice. It's not good to be too impatient."

"Dad, I know all this, but isn't the Young Talent Competition about to begin? If I don't get a good ranking, won't it be a disgrace to you? When the time comes, people will say that you see that even though the leader of the Qingyuan Sword Sect is known as

Jingzhou has three swords, but its children cannot live up to expectations..."

When Wang Gao heard his daughter rambling, he just shook his head and laughed. He was a little girl who was usually very competitive. Although she was not steady, her mentality was really valuable when used in swordsmanship, so she was happy to see the results.

Seeing that her father was unmoved, Wang Fu couldn't help but frown. She pulled a quiet girl next to her and said, "Sister, please say a few words for me. Dad doesn't even listen to what I say."

The quiet woman's name is Wang Rong, Wang Gao's eldest daughter. Not only is her strength superior to her peers, but her knowledge is also extraordinary. She is a well-known beauty with both civil and military skills.

Wang Rong tapped her little sister's forehead, smiled gently, and said: "Dad is one of the three swordsmen of Jingzhou. He is far better than us in terms of strength and knowledge. The Youth Talent Competition is not just about fame.

It's simple, there are many prizes that even our family can't get out. Dad must have a purpose when he asks us to come to worship our ancestors at this time."

"Really?" Wang Fu turned her head and looked at Wang Gao in surprise.

"Hahahaha, she is indeed my daughter, indeed." Wang Gao smiled and nodded, very satisfied with his eldest daughter's answer. He stroked his beard for a long time, and then pointed to a person in the carriage under the gaze of his younger daughter.

A beautiful woman said: "You have to ask your mother about this, she knows best."

Seeing that her father was showing off, the girl couldn't help but say something coquettishly, and the family of four started laughing. After a while, the beautiful woman got down to business: "This Youth Talent Competition is actually Zhao Guo's competition for young geniuses.

The selection process is secretly operated by the imperial court and the three major sects. Once you are chosen, an expert will recruit you as a disciple, which will be of great help to your future practice."

The two sisters were immediately shocked. The imperial court and the three major sects were not very shocked. Although they were powerful, they were still far away from the emperor. It was not very real. They did not expect that an expert would come to accept a disciple! This is incredible. His father is known as Jingzhou.

One of the three swords, but after all, it is a retail trade. The so-called Qingyuan Sword Sect has only been established for four or five years. To say that it is a sect is more like a gang attached to his father. And his father Wang Gao was originally from a poor family, and he practiced

It was only through the Qingyuan Sword Art that no one had mastered in his family for several generations that he made his mark. With such a shallow foundation, you can imagine that all the brothers and sisters in his family worked so hard, but they were worried that they would not be able to master the sword art and that the Wang family would have no successors.

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"Dad, what are we doing here now?" Wang Fu's face turned red, obviously excited about the news.

"In the eyes of the imperial court and the three major sects, the Youth Talent Competition is not based on rankings. Instead, the competition is used to see the character of the contestants, as well as their specialties and potential. Otherwise, how could the children of the big families rely on their exquisite family traditions?

The beginning of your life as a commoner? Although your strength is considered good among the younger generation and your practice is considered diligent, but you are only top-notch in Zhao country, you are not considered a genius. Even if there are experts, you are probably about the same as me.

Although strength will be helpful in the future, it cannot compare to the soaring heights of true geniuses."

Wang Gao sighed secretly when he said this, remembering that when his family was in ruins and he struggled to survive, he relied on his hard work and determination to be shortlisted for the audition, but because of his poor qualifications, no one was accepted.

He asked for help, and even suffered injuries, which was simply miserable. If he hadn't met a real person on Longhu Mountain, he would have been waiting for death in his life, and he would not be as high-spirited as he is now.

As soon as he thought of this, the unfathomable shadow of the real person appeared in Wang Gao's mind. Wang Gao, who had a rough life, was very aware of the fact that resources, skills, talent, and diligence are all indispensable for cultivation. His daughter only accounts for one of them.

, everything else is mediocre. Unless there is a big opportunity in the future, it is unknown whether he can reach his level. Now the young talent competition is this opportunity. As long as you can be selected, resources and skills can be solved! Therefore, although the real person is not happy,

Sorry to bother you, but I really have to come this time for the sake of my daughter’s future.

Seeing that her father seemed to be lost in memories, Wang Rong and his mother Zhao Xi stopped talking. Only Wang Fu pulled her father's sleeves and asked coquettishly: "Dad, what are we doing here at Longhu Mountain?"

Wang Gao woke up from his memories and did not explain. He just smiled and said: "We will know when tomorrow comes."

"Huh, stinky daddy, he likes to titillate people. Fu'er doesn't like you anymore."

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The convoy drove slowly, the sound of horse hooves sounded on the road, and the road was winding. Looking forward, I could already see a small town of some size in front of me. As I continued to move forward, next to the small town, a small green mountain called Longhu quietly stood
Chapter completed!