When no one else was around, Jin Wei shouted with bright eyes, a little excitement and a little worry on her face.
Qiuli chuckled, but her expression was always a little melancholy.
Dong Peng breathed a long sigh of relief, and walked to the chair beside him tiredly and sat down. His whole body was full of fatigue, but his expression was full of relief.
Just looking at the bedrooms arranged by Qiuli and Dongpeng, their size and interior furnishings can be described as luxurious.
"I feel uncomfortable," Qiuli muttered, "There are too many etiquettes here."
"It's a bit stressful," Dong Peng sighed faintly, "I'm just my uncle's nephew. Although it's okay to live and eat here, I still have to act based on people's faces."
Wu Wang said: "It's me who is dragging down senior brothers and sisters."
"Bah, what are you talking about?"
Qiuli called Jinwei over, held Jinwei in her arms, sniffed the fragrance in her long hair, and said with a smile:
"We just don't like the atmosphere here, but the uncle's family is still great."
"And junior brother, you don't have to worry about this at all," Dong Peng's eyes flickered slightly, "Did you really understand the faction fight I told you on the way?"
Wu Wan strolled to the seat next to Dong Peng and calmly fell into the soft cushions, which was quite comfortable.
He smiled and said:
"Although I haven't understood it before, if you think about it carefully, you will almost know it.
The Sacrificial Temple is composed of many forces. The Sacrificial Temple is the eyes and ears of the gods, and the real power is in the hands of the generals and city lords. This is more like a... system with fixed meeting seats.
What is most important in the Liuli world?
Three sides are surrounded by other Martial God Realms, and one side is a barren land. This shows that for the Liuli Realm, the most important thing is the Twelve Realm Competition that takes place every fifty years.
Previously, the quotas for the competition were recommended by martial arts academies from various places, and were trained by the Divine Sacrifice Institute in Liulic City. Those who participated in the competition and came back alive should be reused and step up the ladder of the power center of Liuli Realm.
This time Lord Liuli God started the class in person, which obviously made the big shots in the Divine Sacrifice Institute a little panicked."
Dong Peng wondered: "Are you panicking?"
"Suddenly a superior force breaks the norm, which will cause vested interests in a stable environment to panic."
Wu Wang said: "When we entered the room, we smelled a strong smell. The study next to it was also filled with smoke, but the doors and windows were closed. Uncle Wang was obviously thinking and he was a little anxious."
Qiuli and Jin Wei laughed out loud.
"Uncle Wang?" Qiuli said angrily, "How could a high-ranking general get into your mouth and become an old man basking in the sun on the roadside?"
"Is there any essential difference between them?"
Wu asked with a smile, but Qiuli didn't know how to answer for a moment.
Dong Peng asked: "What else? Junior brother, how do you know this?"
Wu Wan pointed to his head and said with a smile:
"I just figured it out on my own.
At this time, the more than 300 young people who participated in the Liuli God's exam became a special resource. They could not determine who would be selected by the Liuli God, and every young man who was kind to them became their
a kind of capital.
If twenty young people like me can come to my senior uncle's dinner party tonight, it means that my senior uncle's status in the Temple of God is definitely not low.
If thirty or more people can come, then the senior uncle's voice in the Liuli Realm will definitely be very important.
This special period is very short-lived. The big exam will end in a few days, and power will be redistributed. The places in the Tian class are almost all given to the strongest people who are around eighty years old. The ground class represents the hope for the future.
At this moment, the more young people that a big shot in Liulic City attracts to the future class, the stronger his influence in Liulic City will be.
This is what I mean by borrowing strength from the good wind."
"If you say so..."
Dong Peng moved his body and said with a smile: "We come to my uncle's place, or does my uncle take advantage?"
"Let each take what he needs."
Wu Wan casually picked up the tea that no one was drinking and took two sips.
He said: "I have no intention of participating in the political affairs of the Liuli Realm, but I will not reject their goodwill. What they value is nothing more than the relationship between the people of the ground class and the Liuli God.
How valuable the spot in this ground class is, it all depends on the attitude of Lord Liuli Shen."
"Is there anything we should pay attention to?" Qiuli asked.
"Jin Wei's initial training," Wu Huan looked at Jin Wei with a gentle look, "If I can be successfully selected by the Liuli God, I may be busy for a while, and Jin Wei's training will have to be entrusted to my senior brother.
Senior sister."
Qiuli said softly: "Well, this is naturally our responsibility."
Dong Peng also said: "Junior brother, just go with peace of mind. There is also an advantage in coming to my uncle's place, that is, you can rest assured that no one will bully Xiaowei."
Jin Wei ran to Wu Wan with a smile and said crisply: "Brother, I will be good! Don't worry and go practice!"
Wu Wan smiled and pinched her cheek, and said warmly: "Listen to Senior Sister, I will come back when I have time."
"Hey, hey," Dong Peng said from the side, "there is still a big test. Junior brother, even if you are confident, you can't be so stubborn. After all, this is a gathering of all the proud people in the Liuli Realm. They..."
Dong Peng suddenly thought of something and looked at Wu Wan with complicated eyes.
Martial Soul Third Realm, sixteen years old;
Unless Mr. Liuli God was blind, he would throw this young man outside.
Dong Peng said warmly: "Come back often."
Senior Sister Qiuli couldn't help but tilt her head slightly, with great doubts in her eyes.
…
Wu Wan and Jin Wei were each arranged to live next to Senior Sister Qiuli.
They were even assigned maids, but they were all sent to Jin Wei by Wu Wan.
Since setting off from the small town, it has been a tiring journey, and Xiaowei has really worked hard.
I don't know if Aunt Qing and Uncle Shan are worried about them at home. Communication in Liuli Realm is always inconvenient. It will be at least three to five years before I want to go back for a visit.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wu Wan took a bath, put on a clean pair of shorts, took a few books from the guest room, and started reading with gusto by the window.
A few chuckles came from Jin Wei's room, but she had become familiar with several maids and had already started running around playing games.
A playful guy.
Wu smiled and thought, when Jin Wei returns to her original form after this experience, she wonders if she will be blushing for several years and not even leaving the house.
At night, lantern-like objects were hung outside, spreading soft light in the back garden and corridors.
A maid knocked on the door and entered, bringing in a little light. Then a guard in armor walked forward and said meticulously:
"Sir, it's time for you to go to the banquet."
"Come here."
Wu Wan put down the book and glanced at Jin Wei worriedly, and found that she was sleeping soundly there. Next door were Senior Sister Qiuli and Senior Brother Dongpeng. There was also a small bell secretly, so he didn't need to worry too much.
But Wu Wan still took the initiative to go to his senior brother and sister's place, knocked on the door, and made sure there was no strange movement inside, and then said:
"Senior brother, senior sister, I'm going to the dinner party."
"Well, just feel free to go. You don't have to be too reserved in front of uncle," Dong Peng yawned and responded to the question.
"Brother and sister, have a good rest."
Wu Wan burst into laughter and followed the guards out of the place.
Inside the house, Dong Peng stretched his neck and looked outside, then pulled up the thin quilt and started a beautiful and romantic night.
The couple obviously didn't care much about the dinner party, and they had no intention of participating in the Wang family's grand undertaking.
Turning left and right, just when Wu Wang was lamenting the extravagant style of these ordinary powerful people, the road ahead suddenly became wider, and a hall-like stone building appeared in front of him, with bright lights inside and bursts of music.
The guards led Wu Wan to the red carpet on the ground, bowed their heads and invited him in.
Wu Wang lowered his eyes and glanced at his attire...it was his daily training clothes. The soft linen texture was close-fitting, breathable and comfortable, but it looked a little shabby.
Lord Tiandi obviously didn't feel that he needed to prepare any kind of attire for this kind of party, so he walked in calmly.
In the stone building, there were several rows of tables and chairs in the spacious hall, just like the primary and secondary school auditoriums in Wu Wang's impression. Young people sat one by one. There were several people sitting behind the row of long tables in front of them.
A master in fine attire.
As soon as Wu Wang entered the room, Wang Mianjin, who was sitting in the main seat, his eyes lit up. He nodded to Wu Wang with a smile, and pulled the old man beside him to say something.
It seems to be saying, 'This is Qiu Lao's closed disciple' or something like that.
The noise suddenly stopped, and Daodao looked at Wu Wan.
There are more than thirty young faces with a bit of curiosity, half of them are girls with outstanding faces - the creator is so partial, and often bestows both qualifications and appearance on the same person.
Wu Wan saw two acquaintances, but before he could speak, the other party stood up with a sigh...
"Little uncle! Why are you here!"
This young man is tall and thin, with bright eyes, slightly sunken eye sockets and a high bridge of nose. Against the almost perfect jawline, he has a different kind of beauty.
But it was Mo Feng.
Wu Wan raised his eyebrows at Mo Feng, and regardless of the eyes of others, he opened his hands to Mo Feng who was rushing towards him, and gave him a strong bear hug.
"Didn't Senior Sister tell you? She also recommended me."
"I knew about this and heard that you were almost ambushed. I thought you were at the Divine Sacrifice Temple and was trying to find a way to find you."
Mo Feng said happily: "It's good that you're fine! Junior uncle, look, I'm at the second level of the Martial Soul Realm! I just broke through last month!"
Wu Wang patted Mo Feng on the shoulder and said warmly: "It's pretty good."
"Uncle Qingshan."
A gentle call came from the side, and Fu'er bowed forward, which was a little more polite than a few years ago.
Wu Wan took a look at Fu'er. Her slightly coquettish and beautiful face matched her somewhat bold outfit - the light yellow gauze skirt covered a pair of slender and round thighs, and the exposed slender waist was almost perfect.
The arc, the advanced female characteristics are generously exposed, revealing the deep ravines, which can easily make those young men lose their sight.
However, Fu'er's eyes are still so clear and simple.
Perhaps the years have changed her figure and curves, turning her into a hot and beautiful warrior, but what remains unchanged is the way she looks at Mo Feng, and the words "This is my man" blatantly written in her eyes.
A sense of confidence.
"Well," Wu said with a smile, "I haven't seen you for a few years, but my nephew Fu'er has become more and more beautiful."
Fu'er blinked.
Wu Wang just realized that he was the same age as them, but he habitually put on airs.
Hey, isn't this what the Emperor of Heaven is used to?
"Mo Feng, Qingshan," Wang Mianjin said with a smile, "You two, please stop standing there chatting and come and take a seat."
Mo Feng said hurriedly: "Thank you, General! We were a little rude."
Mo Feng and Fu'er were originally arranged on the left side of the front row, and the empty seat next to them was for Wu Juan. However, under Mo Feng's arrangement, Wu Juan inexplicably sat between the two nephews.
Fu'er's eyes almost rolled to the back of her head.
Wu Wan whispered: "Master nephew, let's change seats."
"Uh, I want to chat with my uncle."
"Should we exchange and chat?"
"That's right." Mo Feng suddenly understood and stood up to exchange with Wu Wan.
As soon as he took his seat, Fu'er gave Wu Wan a thumbs up and happily held his hand.
This humble girl is worried.
At the main seat, Wang Mianjin cleared his throat and began to raise a glass to invite these young people to drink together, saying:
"Let me just say a few words."
Then he started to say some words of encouragement, and then added a few words of encouragement to the young people.
Most of the young people who came to attend this dinner, or the parents and teachers of these young people, knew the purpose of General Wang's banquet, and they were labeled as the "King family" from then on.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wu Wan felt the eyes of Dao Dao directed at him, and whispered in his heart.
Are you about to start?
That classic provocative plot?
The young man from Shifang has a high fighting spirit.
On the way here, he unexpectedly named someone, which seemed to have set the main tone of the night. These young people gathered from all over the Liuli Realm, they were full of energy, and they were about to prove their strength in front of the opposite sex, but they couldn't see through it.
The strength of my second layer of disguise...
interesting.
Wu Wan didn't care at all about this and decided to let his nephew Mo Feng go out to show off his skills later and see how Mo Feng was preparing.
Finally, after Wang Mianjin briefly spoke for half an hour, the dinner officially began.
Wang Mianjin was chatting and laughing with several important people from Liulic City in the main seat, and no longer looked at these young people; while the young people below started chatting enthusiastically with the people around them.
"Little Master Uncle, how is your cultivation now?"
Mo Feng said seriously: "Your age is too disadvantageous. You are the youngest here. It would be great if you can pass a few years. If I can be selected, I will definitely recommend you to Lord Liuli God."
"Hey, just take care of yourself."
Wu Wang tasted the lead-containing fruit wine in the silver bottle and said with a smile: "Why, you still have no confidence in me? I am your elder."
"The competition will definitely be fierce this time," Mo Feng lowered his voice, "I heard that the ground class exam is divided into three stages, and they are all conducted under the watchful eye of Lord Liuli Shen.
The first stage is self-expression, which is standing on the stage and doing a set of boxing techniques."
Playing awkwardly?
The corners of Wu Huan's mouth twitched slightly.
"Actually, it depends on your cultivation level," Mo Feng added, "Then those who can get the sign will enter the second stage. I heard that in the second stage, they will compete in an arena, but I don't know whether to draw lots or enter by myself.
It is said that the third stage has not yet been determined, and will be selected by Lord Liuli Shen. As long as you survive the first two stages and maybe meet Lord Shen's eye, you will join the class."
Wu Wan:......
"Where's the day shift?"
"The day class has been decided," Mo Feng said with a smile, "Unlike us, these are the ones who can represent the Glazed Realm in this Twelve World Competition."
"Cough, cough, cough."
Fu'er coughed quietly at the side. Wu Wan and Mo Feng cast their glances to the side at the same time, only to see two young people with tense faces walking towards them.
I'm coming.
Wu Wan smiled calmly in his heart, and actually had a little expectation.
He really wants to experience it. During those thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, he must not deceive the poor young man's passion... blood...
"Are you the warrior Qingshan?"
The other party asked rather politely.
Wu Huan nodded and stood up. Mo Feng subconsciously stood in front of Wu Huan, frowned and looked at the person coming, and raised his chin slightly.
Wu Wang patted Mo Feng's arm and said, "What do you two have to say?"
"Thanks for your hard work!"
The young man took a step forward, held Wu Wan's hand, and shook it vigorously: "I encountered such hardships on the way here. Thank you for your hard work!"
"Yes, I was almost attacked by a martial arts master from another world. I was really scared to death."
Mo Feng nodded calmly, and his voice was deliberately kept low: "My junior uncle has been protected by Lord God, and he had a premonition of trouble."
More people gathered around and started talking about it:
"Don't be afraid, Qingshan. When you arrive at Liulicheng, you are really home."
"Yes, you are young. We are all your big brothers in Liulic City. My father leads the army. The three districts in the city are under my father's control. Come to my place tomorrow to play!"
"You're only sixteen years old and you're already at the eighth level of the martial arts realm. You're two levels higher than me. You're such a cultivating monster. You might really be chosen by Lord Liuli God!"
"Please take good care of me from now on. My family is not powerful, but it is relatively rich."
"We heard that Mo Feng blew you up to the sky."
Wu Wan couldn't recover for a while.
Don't these guys regard him as a competitor?
Well, it doesn’t seem to say that the young people who took the college entrance examination together must suffer and hate each other...
Thinking about it carefully, it seems to be an extremely dangerous thing to represent Liuli Realm in the competition. These young people with qualifications and backgrounds do not need this road to pave their own future.
The power of Liulicheng has long been solidified.
Immediately, Wu Wan showed a gentle smile and exchanged various pleasantries with these young people, most of whom were either rich or noble, and he seemed to be a social expert.
Mo Feng on the side looked a little aggrieved.
Whether it's his nephew, or giving him advice on martial arts, he was obviously the one who came first...
…………
(PS: The monthly ticket is doubled at the end of the month. I have a back injury. I will start to help my wife take care of the baby for a few days the day after tomorrow. The little princess at home is a three-and-a-half-year-old energetic perpetual motion machine = my life is not guaranteed when I return.)