In the year 513 of the Daxuan calendar, it was the second day of February.
The dragon raised its head.
Just like some customs in Mo Chengjun's memory, February 2 in this world is also an extremely grand festival, even more lively than in his memory.
This day in Yunjian City can only be described as lively.
There are lights and colorful decorations everywhere, and there are crowds of people everywhere.
As far as the eye can see, various food stalls and social performances extend to the end of the field of vision.
Everyone's face was beaming with joy, and there were countless children playing around, going from one stall to that stall.
There were also dragon and lion dances along the way, as well as the faintly stunning singing voice coming from the restaurants.
The best theater troupes in Yunzhou are gathered there, and every stage and pillar has its own unique skills.
There, a big green donkey with four ears and a money bag hanging on it was crowded among them. When he heard the wonderful thing, he shook his head and cheered loudly.
It’s also quite a sight.
If nothing happens, Mo Chengjun's favorite thing every year is to take Xiao Rui'er to participate in the dragon's head temple fair, which is the most lively.
However, today, he did not have the opportunity to experience the fireworks and the rolling dust of the world. Instead, he had to face a challenge that belonged to him.
Yes, even for him, this sermon must be regarded as a challenge.
At this time, behind a cliff in Wutong Cave, Mo Chengjun was wearing fairy clothes and ribbons, with big sleeves fluttering, and his temperament was ethereal, like an immortal in the world.
However, if you take a closer look, it is not difficult to find that his hands are shaking slightly at this time, and there is sweat oozing out of his forehead.
His chest was also rising and falling rapidly, and he was gulping down the pure and lively inspiration of Wutong Cave.
Think of him, Mo Chengjun, who was once a big shot in scientific research and has been to the highest academic level. Although he is young, what big shot has he not seen?
What big scenes have you never encountered?
Nervous, haha...
That's, ahem, actually, it's quite nervous!
There is no other way. Those big guys in the previous life were just at a higher level of thinking. In essence, there is no difference.
People are still people!
But this is the world of cultivating immortals, and people are fundamentally different. Crossing a big realm is the difference between cloud and mud.
What's more, those people outside, not even Jindan Zhenren, are too embarrassed to show their faces, Yuanying Daxiu also grabs a lot of them, not to mention those Yin gods, and even the powerful Yang gods.
It felt like a little white rabbit was thrown into the middle, surrounded by jackals, tigers and leopards, staring at it with eager eyes and drooling.
Even though the little white rabbit knew that these jackals, tigers and leopards would not pounce on him, he was still afraid!
On the side, Baling'er seemed to have discovered a new world. He circled Mo Chengjun, circle, and circle...
Mo Chengjun was so confused that he felt dizzy.
Not only that, he was looking at Mo Chengjun up and down, as if he was looking at a giant monkey.
Mo Chengjun finally got angry and glared: "What are you doing?"
Baling'er clasped his hands behind his back and said "tsk tsk": "I used to think you were audacious and fearless of anything. Even the evil ghost king didn't count on you, and you still dared to threaten you with words.
But now?
Is this still the Mo Chengjun I know?
What, are you giving up now? "
As he said that, he waved his hand and said: "But it's normal to be timid. Who told you to overestimate your capabilities?
Do you dare to take on such a big sect mission?
This is the last scene of the Wutong Dharma Assembly, the finale. I don’t know how many sect disciples are looking forward to it, waiting for you to be proud and proud.
Tell me, what if it got screwed up by you?
Gee, what will be the consequences? "
At this moment, many idioms flashed through Mo Chengjun's mind.
What about 'rats crossing the street', 'unforgivable sins', 'rats running with their heads in their hands', 'running away', 'everyone shouting for beating' and so on.
For a moment, he thought,
It’s really not what people should do!
But looking at Baling'er's gloating face, he suddenly sighed: "Brother, are you just envious, jealous, and hateful?"
"What?"
Mo Chengjun grinned and said, "I remember that before the Wutong Dharma Conference, Brother Bag also participated in the selection, right?
Although, well, his sword skills are not good, his sword intention is not strong, his sword energy is not strong, and he knows that he has no chance, but Bago still participated in the selection for the Wutong Dharma Assembly? "
Baling'er 'forcibly' explained: "I'm here to confirm what I've learned. Even if I can't be selected, I can always accumulate experience."
"How dare you say, Bage, that you don't have any idea?
Or, don’t you have any expectations, for example, that you will be lucky enough to be selected to participate in this Wutong Dharma Assembly? "
Mo Chengjun's voice seemed to be full of temptation: "Hey, even if the ranking is not high, as long as you participate, can you play for ten years in the future?
You name it, I think back then, I was someone who participated in the Wutong Dharma Assembly? ! "
"Of course, ahem..."
Baling'er looked longingly, but when he turned around, he realized: "No, what do you mean?"
Mo Chengjun shrugged to the outside: "Look there, there are as many golden elixir monks as dogs, Nascent Soul powers are everywhere, and stronger bosses are sitting in rows. What do you think they are doing?"
At this point, Mo Chengjun laughed proudly: "They are all waiting for me to brag!"
Mo Chengjun was so proud that he patted Baling'er on the shoulder and said: "It's okay, it's okay. When I come back, I will tell you about what it feels like to be famous and move the world.
Guaranteed, you will also enjoy it! "
Half of Baling'er's face was full of longing, and the other half was full of disgust: "Are you afraid that you will mess this up?"
At this time, Mo Chengjun was pretending, he shrugged and said indifferently: "The Lord of the Seventh Palace is not afraid, I'm a coward!
At worst, he would just stay in his small courtyard and not come out. He would cultivate immortality when he had nothing to do, and he would study research projects when he had nothing to do.
No one will bother me, that's what I want! "
Besides, who is he?
An old popsicle who has slept for three thousand years!
In terms of age, all these people outside are younger brothers?
Do I need to be afraid of them?
Depend on!
Okay, now Mo Chengjun's psychological construction is completely completed, and he also has some attributes that make people crazy.
The scene is not big, the status is not important, and it affects my performance!
This time, Mo Chengjun's whole person was different. He exuded a confident temperament from the outside to the inside, so confident that it even exceeded the sky.
In his mind, the appearance of Emperor Ziwei at the North Pole in the middle of the sky suddenly appeared from the void, ranking above the stars. He was the Lord of the stars and indifferent to all living beings.
Mo Chengjun himself didn't expect that he could break through the psychological barrier and take this concept to another level.
But at this time, he was neither happy nor sad, and his whole person presented an absolutely pure aura.
At this moment, Fairy Ruoli walked into the cave, looked up and down, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "It's about to begin, Junior Brother Mo, how are you preparing?"
Mo Chengjun nodded slightly and said, "Yes!"
"Let's go then?"
"good!"
With that said, Fairy Ruoli took the lead and went out, while Mo Chengjun followed.
Behind him, Balinger did not rush out, but stood still.
After a while, a golden light appeared beside him, condensing into the outline of a human figure.
Baling'er immediately bowed and saluted: "Ba Ling'er of Wuhu Peak, I have met the headmaster. Fortunately, I have lived up to my command in this mission!"
The person who came was suddenly a middle-aged handsome uncle, the headmaster of Galaxy Sword Sect, Tianhen Sword Master Hua Ye.
He looked at the direction Mo Chengjun was leaving, then looked at Baling'er who was bowing, and said with a smile: "This provoking method is used well. The two of you, um, complement each other, huh?"
Baling'er replied seriously: "The master master should say that friends are like friends, and they work together in collusion."
"Haha, that's interesting."
With that said, the handsome uncle added: "The Wutong Dharma Ceremony is about to end. If you are willing, I can arrange for you to enter the guest reception hall and be the guest greeter."
At this moment, Baling'er's heart was moved!
The Wutong Dharma Conference is so huge that it will involve countless people busy with it.
And amidst all this busyness, there is a kind of person who represents the face of the Galaxy Sword Sect and does the work of welcoming people and sending them off.
This is the welcome messenger!
This position not only allows you to get acquainted with the leading figures in the entire Yunzhou, but also to expand your connections with major cultivators from all walks of life. It also requires you to have a sufficient status within the sect.
And what about the status of this sect?
There are many opinions. For example, if you are the heir or direct descendant of a big boss, you must be given preferential treatment.
Another example is that one's own talent and understanding are extremely high, and he is a key training target of the sect. There is also a chance.
In other words, those who can be appointed as 'Welcome Envoys' by the Galaxy Sword Sect are recognized and cultivated in another sense.
From now on, the status and resources within the sect will be tilted to a certain extent.
If participating in a Wutong Dharma Conference qualifies you to brag, then becoming a 'welcome messenger' not only qualifies you to brag, but also reaps a lot of benefits.
It should be said that the handsome uncle gave Balinger what he wanted and needed urgently.
But Baling'er was only moved for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Let's forget it!"
The handsome uncle was stunned: "Why refuse?"
Baling'er said: "I am very moved and want to agree.
But I know very clearly that if you want to get some things without the strength, it will be a disaster, not a gain. "
This time, the handsome uncle glanced at Balinger again and smiled: "Now, I understand a little bit, why can you get along so well with Mo Chengjun?
Being sober in the world is the most rare thing!
Well, I'm waiting for you, waiting for the day when you can really stand in front of me. "
With that said, the handsome uncle disappeared in a burst of golden light, leaving only Baling'er with a look of confusion and loss.
After a long time, he slapped himself and said: "I told you to be noble and pretend, now it's all over!"
Even so, if Baling'er was given another choice, he would still refuse.
People are so contradictory sometimes!
