On the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month of the Bingyin year, Shuihengyuan
Zhao Yueer has grown up.
The little girl who has passed the age of fourteen and is actually twelve years old now looks like a big girl.
Her eyes are clear and bright, her eyebrows are delicate and elegant, her nose is pretty and straight, her lips are small, her skin is crystal clear, and she is wearing a long white dress that curls like a willow, making her breathtakingly beautiful.
There is a silver-white hairpin stuck diagonally in her black hair, which is the phoenix lotus hairpin given to her by Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen stared blankly at the man who seemed to have walked out of the painting. He stretched out his hands and wondered whether he should go forward and hug him.
But the little girl rushed over excitedly:
"Brother Shitou——" She hugged Yang Zhen's neck and rested her head on his shoulder. Her tears couldn't stop flowing down: "I was on the mountain and missed you so much..."
Yang Zhen quietly approached the girl's face, hugged her lower back tightly with both hands, and patted her slowly.
The girl was weak and boneless, with a faint fragrance on her body, which made him unable to help but be deeply intoxicated.
After a while, he raised his head, and Caiyun was snickering beside him.
This eldest maid, who is two years older than the little girl, is now a slim girl.
Yang Zhen felt embarrassed by her smile and gently pulled the girl away.
Zhao Yue'er had already stopped sobbing, and her smart eyes were turning around, not knowing what she was remembering.
When she found Yang Zhen looking at her, the little girl's cheeks turned red, then she straightened her face and pretended to be fierce:
"Let me see, sister, how far have you reached in your cultivation?"
The smile on Yang Zhen's face suddenly froze, and she said sheepishly: "Well, the spiritual roots are still growing."
Zhao Yue'er almost jumped up: "You haven't grown yet? Do you still want to practice? You--"
She was angry and had a feeling of anxiety: "Do you still want to join the sect?"
"It's just a few days, it won't delay things." Yang Zhen quickly comforted her.
After a while of nice talk and reassurances, I managed to coax the little girl.
…
In an adjacent courtyard, two people who had also met again after parting were talking.
One was a soft female voice: "Since you were transferred to Baoyuan Hall, you can go home every New Year, which is much better than being in Demon Control Hall."
The other one had a rich male voice: "But when I close my eyes, what is shaking in front of me is always the scene of fighting with the demons. Baoyuan Palace is good, but after two years, I feel that my cultivation has not improved. , the fat is about to grow, haha!”
The female voice persuaded: "If that's the case, you might as well talk to Master Shui, resign from the position of inspector, take a good rest for two years, and concentrate on training. You are now in the late stage of Zifu, and it is not without hope to attack the golden elixir. …”
Male voice: "It's not that simple! If someone arranges a good position for you and you leave after working for two years, that's disrespectful. Forget it, stop talking about me. What are you going to do? You can't just drag it out day by day! "
Female voice: "What else can I do? Master Shui has nothing to do! I will be satisfied after living the remaining decades. Compared with many senior brothers and sisters, I can reach this point. Not bad.”
The man sighed softly and remained silent. Both fell into silence.
The sound from the yard next door came faintly.
They are all people with advanced cultivation, and even without the help of spiritual consciousness, they can hear the voice clearly.
After a while, the woman burst out laughing:
"Your granddaughter is going to be kidnapped!"
"Abducting for what?" The man didn't care: "Isn't this kid from my Yang family?"
"Then don't be reluctant!" the woman joked.
But she was secretly relieved.
What she just said was also a test. Now it seems that the Zhao family, the ancestor of the Zi Mansion, does not object to the intimacy between his granddaughter and Yang Zhen.
This mentality is actually not difficult to understand. As Zhao Yue'er is the future Jin Dan ancestor, the Zhao family is absolutely unwilling to give her away for marriage. Therefore, if she could find a Taoist companion within the family, the entire Zhao family would actually be happy to see it happen.
Yang Zhen was born as a adopted son, and she and Zhao Yuer were childhood sweethearts. In their eyes, he was indeed a very suitable candidate.
If not, how could Yang Zhen be able to communicate and correspond with the little girl so easily, and even huddle under the same bed to tell stories at night?
With Nanny or Zhao Beiqing's cultivation level, wouldn't it be possible for them to discover the secrets of these children's homes?
"What's going on with this kid?" Zhao Beiqing listened for a while and frowned: "Why hasn't he started practicing yet? Is he so sure?"
"This kid has big ideas on his mind!" Zhang Hejing helped Yang Zhen explain: "I checked two days ago and found that his spiritual roots have really grown a lot, nearly three inches. Since he still wants to wait, let's Let him go! At worst, he can practice as a casual cultivator in my Zhao family."
"That's not okay!" Zhao Beiqing flatly refused: "Tell that kid to let him do what he wants. If he can't even enter the sect, don't associate with Yue'er in the future. I don't want my granddaughter's Taoist companion to be in trouble even with the sect. If you can’t get in, you’ll make people laugh!”
…
Zhao Beiqing's words were relayed to Yang Zhen by Mammy.
What she didn't expect was that when Yang Zhen heard this, she didn't feel stressed, but felt ecstatic!
Doesn't this mean that as long as I enter the sect, the Zhao family will acquiesce in my relationship with the little girl?
How could this not make him ecstatic!
Of course, it would be too arrogant to say there is no pressure at all.
In fact, he was stressed out. Of the 20,000 students across the country, only 400 were selected, which was more difficult than before to get into prestigious universities.
The first hurdle he faced was the selection examination for Junguan Academy.
He had to sign up.
…
The tenth day of the first lunar month
This day is the last day of school for Yichou Nian School, and it is also the day of registration.
When all the schoolchildren gathered in the square, they were surprised to see two familiar figures, a man and a woman, walking towards them.
Walking in front was Zhao Yue'er, with light steps and graceful posture, and a faint smile on her lips.
Following behind was Yang Zhen, with firm steps and calm eyes, as if he was walking at home.
Of these two people, one is the most talented schoolboy in Shuyang County in a century. I heard that he has been accepted as an inner disciple by Jindan Zhenren and has been in the sect for a year.
The other one is probably the one with the worst qualifications in Shuyang County in a century. It has not been introduced into the body for two years. I have never heard of it in Junguan Academy for so many years.
These two people, appearing here at the same time today, are they trying to...
Sure enough, Yuan Shanchang, who was standing on the high platform, quickly confirmed everyone's guess:
"Today is the day to register for the sect entrance examination qualification selection. According to the regulations of our Yunxiao Sect, all students must pass the sect entrance examination before they can officially become sect disciples."
"This qualification selection competition does not force everyone to participate. If you feel that you have no hope of passing, you can give up."
"Now, I'm here to ask you, have you ever given up?"
There was silence for a moment, and hundreds of people said in unison:
"No!"
