The main peak of Qingyun Peak is halfway up the mountain.
The forum is a circular flat land with a diameter of several hundred meters.
Surrounded by layers of circular seats.
The entire venue is like a giant bowl.
at this time.
Thousands of disciples from Qingyun Peak have already taken their seats, and the crowd is crowded.
: "Have you heard? The Holy Son's old injury has relapsed."
: "Zundu is fake?"
: "A few days ago, my senior brother's cousin's Taoist companion met him in the pharmacy taking medicine!"
: "Then he's injured, so he probably won't come, right?"
: "Do you think it's pretending to be sick?"
: "Be careful!"
: "Oh, I won't say it any more."
The disciples gathered together in twos and threes, talking all over the place.
Li Mu, a saint who practiced slowly, naturally became a hot topic.
Not long after.
A powerful voice resounded throughout the dojo.
"The Peak Master has arrived!"
I saw a blue cloud slowly drifting towards me.
There is a middle-aged man standing on top of the blue clouds, with his hands behind his back, looking calm and majestic.
It was Su Bing, the contemporary peak master of Qingyun Peak, with Su Ling'er beside him.
Behind this group of blue clouds, there were more than twenty immortal elders who were riding on the clouds and controlling the wind.
Thousands of disciples suddenly stood up and bowed their hands.
"Welcome to the Peak Master!"
The blue clouds fell.
All the big guys took their seats one after another.
Su Ling'er stood behind her father, looking towards the audience.
"How? Can you find me?"
Su Bing asked with a smile.
Su Linger shook her head, there were too many people here.
"Isn't he afraid to come?"
"Dad, senior brother, he is not such a cowardly person!"
Su Bingzi understood his daughter's thoughts and said sincerely:
"You, you...you have a long journey to immortality. Whether it is choosing a Taoist companion or practicing cultivation, you must be slow and don't rush."
The great elder next to him interjected:
"Peak Master, this is your fault."
"Ling'er was born with a Taoist body. He should have been the youngest immortal in our Taiyuan Sect, but you have suppressed him for more than ten years."
"After practicing, you still made her slow down and didn't form an elixir for two years."
"How will you compete with the geniuses of other sects in the future?"
The surrounding elders all agreed.
After chatting for a while, it naturally turned to Li Mu again.
There was inevitably another wave of worry and sighing.
The saint sons of the other peaks are at the lowest level of the divine realm, and some have even embarked on the path to immortality and become human immortals.
Only the Holy Son of Qingyun Peak is still a novice in Qi refining.
Whenever I talk about this matter with other peak elders, they feel ashamed.
In this discussion, Li Mu is afraid that Qingyun Peak will be embarrassed.
"Okay, okay." Su Bing changed the topic and ordered:
"Without further ado, let's start the discussion ceremony."
The deacon in green clothes who was standing by was very discerning. As soon as Su Bing finished speaking, he waved his sleeves, and a cloud-patterned copper bell flew out of the sleeves, growing in the wind.
Boom, boom, boom!
The sound of the bell spread out of the dojo and resounded throughout Qingyun Peak.
The green-robed deacon bowed in all directions and said loudly:
"Inheriting the aspirations of Patriarch Qingyun, in the year 99375 of the Immortal Calendar, I, Qingyun Peak, held the 3565th Dao Discussion Ceremony..."
After a long and stinky foreplay, we finally got down to business and introduced the detailed rules.
In this discussion, there are three battles for the list:
Qi refining people list, base building list and golden elixir heaven list.
Due to the large number of people and the need to consider fairness, we adopted the method of drawing lots into groups.
A group of ten people competes within the group, and the first place advances to the next round.
This cycle continues until the final ranking is obtained.
After introducing the rules, Deacon Tsing Yi retreated to Su Bing and bowed.
"good."
Su Bing nodded and nodded to four more elders:
"Xuancheng, Xuanxiao, Yunhua, and Kongming are here to help."
The four immortal elders stood up, made Taoist bows, flew to all directions of the Taoist forum, cast their immortal magic, and laid down barriers.
Then, dozens of green-clad deacons filed in, came to the area where the new disciples were, and organized the drawing of lots.
"I'm in Group A15, is there anyone in the same group as me?"
"Group C7, I am Group C7!"
"I am also in Group C7, Senior Brother Gao, please be merciful later."
"Hehe, it's easy to talk, Junior Sister Zhang is not weak either."
After a while, the leading deacon in green asked loudly:
"Is there anyone who hasn't drawn the lottery yet?"
"Get up if you don't get it!"
No one answered.
The deacon in green put away the bamboo tube and was about to leave.
A young man wearing a blue moiré robe hurriedly rushed in.
The green-clothed deacon was slightly startled, "Holy Son?!"
All the disciples around him looked sideways.
The person who came was none other than Li Mu.
After so many rushes, we finally arrived.
Facing the green-clothed deacon's astonished gaze, Li Mu adjusted his breath and bowed:
"Please ask the deacon to sign it for me."
"I don't dare take it!" The deacon in green quickly handed over a bamboo tube.
The bamboo tube is engraved with the word "地".
"Deacon, this is from the ground list."
The green-clothed deacon was stunned for a moment before he remembered that the Holy Son was only in the Qi Refining Realm.
I sighed in my heart and changed the bamboo tube of the list of people.
After Li Mu drew the lots, he was about to find an empty seat when he suddenly saw an acquaintance who walked over and sat down:
"Senior Brother Tiesheng."
This man's surname was Zhao and his first name was Tiesheng. He was devoted to seeking the truth and was somewhat dull.
Apart from Junior Sister Ling'er, he is Li Mu's only friend in Qingyun Peak.
"Junior Brother Li, how many groups did you draw?"
"Ding Ersi, where are you, Senior Brother Tiesheng?"
"Jia 19."
"Looks like we're not going to crash for a while."
"Um."
"Do you know what crashing means?"
"don't know."
"Then what are you doing?"
"Junior Brother Li is the Holy Son, so there should be nothing wrong with him."
"It has to be you."
"Um."
It is difficult to communicate normally with Tiehanhan.
Li Mu simply closed his eyes and practiced.
He was eighteen years old and could not delay any longer.
The true essence circulated in the body for several days,
Suddenly I heard a gentle voice.
"Brother!"
The familiar, light, girly fragrance penetrates the nostrils.
Li Mu opened his eyes and looked at the youthful Su Ling'er with bright eyes and white teeth.
The warm spring sunshine slanted down and hit the girl's fair face.
Li Mu could even see the fine fuzz on her fair skin.
Such a cute, white and tender girl, she should be able to cry for a long time if she pinches her, right?
"Little junior sister, why are you here?"
"Ling'er also wants to participate in the Tao discussion. Senior brother, please come over a little bit."
Li Mu moved his butt.
Su Ling'er sat down next to him unceremoniously.
Their legs were almost touching.
Her small embroidered shoes did not touch the ground, and her two jade legs were dangling back and forth in the air.
Zhao Tiesheng glanced at the empty seat next to the two people and fell into deep thought.
As soon as Zhao Linger sat down, she was chirping like a lark.
"The senior brothers and sisters in our current generation are very powerful."
"There are thirteen in the Golden Core realm alone."
"There are more than a hundred people in the foundation building stage."
"So, dad and the elders have prepared more generous prizes than in previous years."
"As long as I can get a good ranking, I will have enough training resources for the next few years."
"By the way, senior brother, which group did you draw?"
Li Mu moved his eyes away from the girl's feet and took out the bamboo stick.
"People list Ding 24, wait..."
Su Linger took out a scroll and spread it on her lap.
The list of each group is recorded inside.
The ink is still wet, so it's obviously just written.
Green-white fingers slid over it.
"Ding Ding Ding... one, two, three, four, five... twenty-four, found it!"
Su Ling'er scanned the personnel information at a glance.
"Liu Changgen: Fifteen years old, fourth level of Qi refining, good at swordsmanship."
"Gu Yue: Twenty-one years old, sixth level of Qi refining, possesses a top-grade magic weapon, the Octagonal Cloud Bell."
"Zuo Youyou: Thirteen years old, second level Qi refining, loves to cry."
…
After reading it, Su Ling'er immediately beamed.
"The most powerful one is the sixth level of Qi Refining. Senior brother, you are on your way this time!"
Zhao Tiesheng asked doubtfully: "Isn't Junior Brother Li only at the second level of Qi Refining? Against the sixth level of Qi Refining, the chance of winning should be very small."
Su Ling'er turned around and said, "Ah, Senior Brother Tiehanhan, are you here too?"
Zhao Tiesheng: "..."
