The further north you go, the more prosperous it becomes.
The closer you get to the imperial capital, the bigger the ancient city becomes. How huge! Compared with them, the ancient city of Forgotten City is just a little-known little village. Without comparison, there is no harm.
Zhao Yun and Wang Zha have become country bumpkins, and everything they look at is strange.
Three days passed quietly.
On the fourth day, of the two people traveling together, only Zhao Yun was left.
Wang Zha was nowhere to be seen, and they became separated while walking.
In other words, they were broken up. They passed through many barren mountains and ridges, and there were always people who killed people and stole goods. However, the two of them happened to run into a group of thieves, a large area of Xuanyang Realm, and a Ksitigarbha Realm.
, such a lineup is still good if it is broken up, at least it still has life.
Zhao Yun traveled all the way through mountains and rivers.
It wasn't until the ninth day that he really stopped.
Finally reached the destination.
Standing on one foot and looking out, you can see a group of mountains shrouded in clouds and mist.
That is Tianzong, the only sect within the Great Xia Long Dynasty.
After looking at Tianzong, Zhao Yun looked at the other side. It was a huge ancient city. Looking down from the sky, it looked like a giant dragon entrenched on the earth. There was a dragon's energy spurting out, and there were extraordinary colors and illusions, showing its majestic aura, magnificent and
Ancient, it is a symbol, a symbol of the Great Xia Dragon Dynasty.
That was the imperial capital, only a few dozen miles away from Tianzong.
The two are at an angle, one is the Great Xia royal family and the other is the Great Xia sect, one in the east and the other in the west, like two monuments, shaking the world. Just looking at it from a distance makes you feel doubly depressed. No matter which one they are, they cannot be shaken.
Those two behemoths could not shake the foundation of the Great Xia Dragon Dynasty.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry, Tianzong is coming soon."
"I wonder if I can pass the test, God bless me!"
"I'm so good, but Tianzong doesn't want me."
Before we arrived at Tianzong, there was already a lot of fireworks, and there were many flying mounts in the sky, coming and going; below, there were crowds of people, walking back and forth, some going to take the assessment, and some returning after failing the assessment. Among them,
There are many people who are not low in Taoism, but they all fail the exam. This shows how high the threshold for accepting disciples is in Tianzong. There is only one true carp leaping over the dragon gate, and only one in ten thousand can enter Tianzong.
Zhao Yun withdrew his eyes from the Imperial Capital and went straight to the Great Xia Sect.
At the foot of Tianzong Mountain, there is a huge venue, where the assessment takes place.
The center of the venue is a stone platform with a radius of 100 feet. There is a stone tablet standing on the stone platform. It is a test for strength and cultivation. Every candidate must pass this test. If they pass, they will perform next.
Time, the so-called performance, is to reveal one's own background to the Tianzong elders sitting in the audience. There are no special requirements. You can perform a set of sword skills, show a special bloodline, and perform a terrifying secret technique. It's up to you.
If you show off, if you can win the attention of the Tianzong elders within a limited time, even just one, you may be admitted.
If no one likes me, I'm sorry. Just go home.
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This is like a beauty pageant.
If you don't have a few brushes, no one in the human world or even a bird will be interested in you.
"good."
The venue was crowded with people, including those who participated in the assessment and those who came to watch the fun. Those who could stand on stage and those who dared to come to Tianzong to participate in the test were all young talents. There were always one or two who were stunning and made everyone's eyes sparkle. However,
, Elder Tianzong's vision is not ordinary. His swordsmanship is exquisite, and his secret skills are brilliant, but those who lack the foundation should just wait and see. This is not a stage for singing. No matter how good the performance is,
It's of no use either.
"No! You don't want any of this?"
"The third level of Xuanyang! What a wonderful junior, but he failed the test."
"There is no way, Tianzong's threshold is too high."
There were a lot of sighs and a lot of regrets. There were also a lot of people who felt good about themselves. They were all confident before going on stage, but when they came off the stage, they were dejected. There were so many Tianzong elders, but no one took notice of them.
, is it because my own strength is too poor, or because Tianzong’s vision is too high.
Zhao Yun has arrived and has squeezed through the crowd.
He glanced at the stone platform and then looked at the elders of the Tianzong below.
Those, wearing the same robes, some are sitting upright, some are reclining lazily, some are yawning, some are stretching, some are drinking tea, some are eating melon seeds, and they are doing anything. They look different, whether they are fat or thin, tall or small.
It's uneven, but it's the pinnacle of Qing Yishui'er's Ksitigarbha.
Zhao Yun did not see Yunfeng.
As for which one is Li Xuancang, he doesn't know.
I think about it, but the fence is blocking it and outsiders can't get through. You can't call Li Xuancang in public! You can't carry Ziyu out in full view of the public!
When you first arrive, don't be too conspicuous, it's better to be sneaky.
Therefore, he is waiting for today's Tianzong assessment to end.
He closed his eyes and looked around the venue again. He didn't see Wang Zhao, and he didn't know if he was there. He didn't see Qing Yao, Lin Xie, Hua Du, Yan Kang and his old friends. He didn't know if they had passed the test.
"Have you heard that a thousand-year-old tree demon emerged from the Phantom Mist Forest?"
"It has been spread all over the place for a long time. Many people are buried in it, including those at the peak of Ksitigarbha."
"I will never go to that damn place in my life."
In a place where mortals gather together, there is no shortage of chatters. During the assessment, there was no shortage of chatter. There was such a thin old man, and he even glanced at Zhao Yun. How could he still be in the true spirit realm?
Zhao Yun said nothing, just waited quietly.
Amid the discussion, another person stepped onto the stone platform, a bald boy.
, at first glance, I thought he was a monk? In fact, he was not. He was ordinary, but short and capable. Although he was not tall, his background was ridiculously strong. He hit the stone tablet with his palm and made a five-fingerprint.
hiss!
The sound of gasping air-conditioning at the scene became one.
The Tianzong elders were basically sitting upright.
After waiting for so long, someone who can enter the Dharma's eye finally came.
"What a strong force." Zhao Yun murmured.
That bald boy should be in the same category as Xiaocai Fan. They are all born with divine power. He has such palm power without using his true energy. If he uses his true energy, even a palm from him at the peak of Xuanyang will not be very uncomfortable.
"Who is he? Which family he belongs to?" someone asked.
"I don't know, I just know it's called Wu Nian, and its origin is very mysterious," the insider replied.
When everyone watched, Wu Nian had already withdrawn his palm power, and there was no performance after that. One palm was enough to prove his background. Too many Tianzong elders extended olive branches, and there were not many evildoers, and they all wanted to be accepted as his disciples.
With so many people competing, the examiner could only choose one.
Without even thinking about it, I walked towards a middle-aged man who was as prosperous as jade.
It seems that arrangements have been made privately and the master has been selected before coming.
Why!
Some are happy and some are sad.
Such an outstanding disciple became a disciple of someone else.
Haha!
After Wu Nian, someone else jumped on the stage.
He was a big fat man, not very strong, but with a high-pitched voice. He shouted and showed off for most of the day. The Tianzong elder didn't even raise his eyelids. He understood that this was not a place for juggling, and all the bells and whistles were of no use.
Your voice is so loud, why don't you sing in an opera!
After that, more than a dozen people knelt down faster than the other.
In fact, those who can climb this stone platform are all well-known among the people, but when they come here, they are just like little shrimps. If they are not amazing enough, the threshold of Tianzong is really high.
Next, there is a woman.
To be precise, she is a Buddhist woman.
She has a peerless appearance. She is dressed in white and looks better than snow. There is a wisp of smoke lingering around her body. She can hear the voice of the Buddha. She is born with a kind of peaceful aura. I don't know. I thought she was a female Bodhisattva!
If you take a closer look, isn't it exactly Prajna?
That night, she was the one who rescued Wang Yang and injured Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun had recognized it, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. If Prajna hadn't disrupted the situation, he would have destroyed Wang Yang. He never thought that he was also the one who came to Tianzong to participate in the assessment. As such, he would have to settle the score someday.
I saw Prajna, but not Wang Yang.
Zhao Yun knew very well that with Wang Yang's background, he would not be able to enter the Tianzong.
It's not that I look down on Wang Yang, it's that Tianzong's conditions for accepting disciples are too harsh. So many young talents were passed down one after another, and more than 80% of them far surpassed Wang Yang.
Prajna is extraordinary and passed the test easily.
After her, many people came to power, each with some background.
Unfortunately, none of them were admitted.
"Oh my god! Zi Yihou."
I don’t know who shouted out, but it made too many people look up.
Among them, Zhao Yun was included.
As soon as he entered his eyes, he saw a golden goshawk flying across the sky, like a ray of golden light, rushing towards Tianzong. The eagle passed by leaving a sound, and the people passing by left momentum. The wisp of breath that covered the sky was enough to suppress the people below.
Zhao Yun looked at him silently, as if he were looking up at a god that night at Zhao's house, looking up at Zi Yihou. He was still so aloof, and even when he arrived, he never glanced down below.
"One day, I will use your head to pay homage to my father's spirit in heaven."
Zhao Yun's heartfelt words were a roar from his soul, but a certain kind of hatred and anger did not appear outwardly. Just like his word "hatred", it was engraved deep in his soul, and hatred did not swallow up his mind.
"This is the first time I've met Ziyi Hou." Too many people said.
"I saw her once, the day Shan Feng Furong was taken to the streets."
"Who is Shan Feng Furong."
"I heard that the embroidery workers of the royal family disappeared for many years and were captured not long ago."
"Moreover, it was the Marquis Ziyi who took it personally."
"An embroidery worker, Zi Yihou takes care of it himself?"
"I heard she was involved in a secret."
There was a lot of discussion, and when a topic came up, everyone started talking.
"Single Phoenix Furong." Zhao Yun murmured to himself.
He should have thought long ago that his mother was the world-famous Shanfeng Furong, and it turned out that she was really related to the royal family. What kind of secrets were involved that made the Purple Clothes Hou take such a violent action.
He cried, his heart choked with sobs.
Was his mother taken to the streets? She was like a prisoner, wearing shackles and shackles, being pushed and shoved by soldiers and guards. She was reviled by the world and was so humble that she could not even lift her head.
At this moment, his body was shaking so much.
At this moment, I don't know whether it was distress or anger, but there were streaks of blood in my eyes, which turned a pair of eyes that should have been deep and wise into scarlet. I clenched my fists until they clicked. Maybe I was too hard, and my nails were broken.
It pierced the palm of the hand, and there was blood between the palms and fingers.
"Why is this child still crying?"
Seeing Zhao Yun like this, the thin old man beside him looked strange.
Zhao Yun instantly extinguished his tears and said, "Senior, do you know where Shan Feng Furong is being held?"