On the official road, a group of carriages passed slowly. At the front of the team were riders with eight people in two rows, three or two red-painted carriages in the middle, and seven or eight riders behind them. In addition, there were sporadic horses wandering around. These riders were riding tall horses with swords hanging beside them. It was obvious that this team of people was not easy to mess with at first glance.

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves gradually came, and two horses galloped from the front. The rider in front looked at it and turned around and said, "Master, it's Zhang Qing and the others who are back."

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

"Ha, Xiao Ye, wait until I report to my master before speaking." The two knights on the horses were a young man in his twenties and a middle-aged man in his forties. At this time, the two of them stopped the horse, and the young man replied with a smile.

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

"Well, what's the situation ahead?" asked the middle-aged man.

"Hey, it's peaceful. Our Qingyuan Jianmen comes here every year. How can a slut dare to make trouble here? The original small village is almost forming a town. Look, you can see the houses in a few miles." Zhang Qing said with a smile.

"Well," the middle-aged man nodded, looked at the ancient Jing Wubo, and then ordered: "First go to the town ahead to rest, and go to Longhu Mountain to worship his ancestors tomorrow morning." After that, everyone turned into the carriage.

The carriage continued to move forward, and the carriage began to speak: "Dad, you're fine if you come to Longhu Mountain to worship ancestors, why do you have to bring me with you? You must know that the provincial capital youth talent competition is about to begin. My sword move has already made a breakthrough. I'm hurrying to practice swords."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Fu'er, it's very happy that you are focused on Jiandao Dao Dao, but your practice is easy and relaxed, and it's not good to be too impatient."

"Dad, I know all these, but isn't the Youth Talent Competition going to start? Isn't it a shame for me to get a good ranking? Then people will say that although the head of Yuan Jian Sect is known as the three swords in Jingzhou, their children are not good..."

When Wang Gao heard his daughter chattering, he just shook his head and laughed. He was a young girl who was competitive on weekdays. Although she was unstable, her mentality was indeed valuable for kendo, so he was happy to see it.

Seeing that his father was unmoved, Wang Fu couldn't help but frowned. He pulled a quiet girl next to him and said, "Sister, please tell me a few words, but my father didn't listen to me."

The Wenjing woman is named Wang Rong, Wang Gao's eldest daughter. She is not only powerful but also has extraordinary knowledge. She is a famous beauty with both civil and military skills.

Wang Rong gently tapped her little sister's forehead, smiled gently, and said, "Dad is one of the three swords in Jingzhou. She is far better than us in terms of strength and knowledge. The Youth Talent Tournament is not just as simple as fame, but also many prizes that our family can't get. At this time, my father must have some intentions."

"Is that true?" Wang Fu turned his head and looked at Wang Gao in surprise.

"Hahahaha, it's worthy of being my daughter, it's true." Wang Gao nodded with a smile, very satisfied with his eldest daughter's answer. He stroked his beard for a long time before pointing at a beautiful woman in the carriage under the gaze of his younger daughter and said, "You have to ask your mother about this, she knows best."

Seeing that his father was so insidious, the girl couldn't help but say a few words, and the four of them laughed and made a fuss. After a while, the beautiful woman talked about the serious matter: "This young talent competition is actually a selection of young geniuses by Zhao State, which is secretly operated by the court and three major sects. Once you are attracted by it, there will be experts to accept disciples, which will be of great help to your future practice."

The two sisters were shocked and the court and the three major sects were not very shocked. Although they were powerful, they were also high and far away from the emperor. They were not very real. Unexpectedly, there would be experts to recruit disciples! This is amazing. His father was known as one of the three swords in Jingzhou, but he was a retail investor after all. The so-called Qingyuan Sword Sect has only been established for four or five years. It is said that it is more like a gang attached to his father's command. His father Wang Gaoyuan was originally a family deteriorated, and he practiced the Qingyuan Sword Skill, which had not been trained for several generations, and he made a breakthrough. The foundation is shallow, and it is conceivable that his family of brothers and sisters are so hard that they are worried that they will not be able to practice the sword Skill and leave the Wang family without successors.

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

"In the eyes of the court and the three major sects, the young talent competition is not regarded by rankings. Instead, the spirit and strengths and potential of the participants are seen through the competition. Otherwise, the children of big families will not be able to make the best of civilians with their exquisite family traditions? Although your strength is already good among the younger generation and are diligent in practicing, you are only first-class in Zhao State and are not considered geniuses. Even if you have masters who like it, they are probably the same as me. Although it will be helpful in the future, they are not as good as real geniuses."

Wang Gao sighed in his heart when he said this, remembering the hardships of his family and his sword licking blood. The young talent Sai was shortlisted for the audition with his fighting spirit and ruthlessness. As a result, no one was interested in the poor qualifications and suffered injuries. It was simply miserable. If it weren't for meeting a real person on Longhu Mountain, he would have to wait to die in his life, and wouldn't have been as energetic as he is now.

At this point, the unfathomable shadow of the real person appeared in Wang Gao's mind. Wang Gao, who had a hard life, knew a fact that practice, resources, martial arts, talent, and diligence are indispensable. His daughter only accounts for one of them, and the others are mediocre. It is unknown whether he can reach his level unless there is a great opportunity in the future. Now the Youth Talent Competition is this opportunity. As long as he can be selected, resources and martial arts can be solved! Therefore, although the real person is not happy to disturb him, he really has to come for his daughter's future this time.

Seeing that his father seemed to be in memories, Wang Rong and his mother Zhao Xi no longer spoke. Only Wang Fu pulled his father's sleeve and asked coquettishly: "Dad, what are we doing in Longhu Mountain?"

Wang Gao woke up from the memories, but didn't explain, but just smiled and said, "I'll know when it's coming tomorrow."

"Hmph, Daddy, I like to suck people's appetite. Fu'er doesn't like you anymore."

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Chapter completed!