The assessment time was over and everyone was teleported back.
Fu Zhu looked at everyone holding the sword he had obtained in the virtual realm, nodded with satisfaction, and loudly announced the candidates who would join the Sword Sect this time.
Thirty-seven people have passed the spiritual root test. After three rounds of assessments, there are still 31 people who meet the requirements. Although there are not as many people as in the previous years, the success rate of the assessment is much higher.
Fu Zhu handed the roster to Du Zhou, "Senior Brother Du, I will leave the follow-up to you. I have to go to Uncle Yao Xuan and Master to return my life first."
Du Zhou was originally a disciple of Zhenren Yao Xuan and was responsible for the selection of new students in the sect. He held the civet cat in one hand and took the roster with the other, "Junior sister, don't worry."
Fu Zhu hummed a song, activated her sword Shuang Xueming, and she quickly disappeared on the top of the mountain.
"Junior sister is becoming more and more skilled in the art of wielding a sword." Du Zhou said with emotion.
The Thirteen Peaks of Zhenshan Mountain are steep and beautiful, with undulating peaks. It is easy for the sword to accidentally hit the top of the mountain when flying.
Disciples of the Sword Sect will be particularly attentive when wielding a sword, but Fu Zhu is different. She grew up in Zhenshan Mountain since she was a child. She knows the topography of Zhenshan Mountain well. She is extremely skilled in wielding swords and is very good at flying. Leisurely and contented.
She saw Zhou Tanzhi from a distance. She activated the frost and snow, and a long rainbow slid across the sky and landed steadily on the ground.
Fu Zhu jumped down from the sword and greeted Zhou Tanzhi, "Hello, Senior Brother Zhou!"
Zhou Tanzhi seemed startled by her, "Junior sister, how many times have I told you not to be so casual with your sword. What if you bump into someone?"
As soon as Zhou Tanzhi finished speaking, he felt a little regretful. He couldn't help but wonder if he had said it too harshly. The junior sister was extremely talented and her mastery of flying swords was unparalleled. It was natural that she would run into someone.
He opened his mouth, ready to apologize to his junior sister, but Fu Zhu suddenly raised his head, his eyes as bright as stars, bright and natural, "Senior Brother Zhou, don't worry, I know everything!"
Seeing that Fu Zhu didn't take it seriously, Zhou Tanzhi felt relieved.
"Where are you going?" Zhou Tanzhi asked.
Fu Zhu said: "The assessment results are out. I will tell Master and Uncle Yao Xuan the results."
Zhou Tanzhi frowned, a trace of sadness appeared on his handsome face, "Uncle Master has just come down the mountain." He was about to go back and report this matter to his master.
"Let's do this. You tell me the results of the assessment, and I'll go to the master to tell you. This will save you an extra trip."
Fu Zhu said "Oh", then reacted and was a little surprised, "My master has gone down the mountain? Did he leave any words?"
Zhou Tanzhi slapped his forehead and almost forgot that the master did leave a message for the junior sister when he came down the mountain. He said, "Uncle the master said that the junior sister's study of the Thirteen History of Jianzhen was not very good. It has nothing to do with this new entry." Let’s learn it again with our disciples.”
Fu Zhu: "..."
She shouldn't have asked more questions!
Fu Zhu sighed, her pretty little face squeezed into a ball, which made Zhou Tanzhi feel a little unbearable.
"Don't be discouraged, little junior sister. The Thirteen Histories of Appraisal is still very simple. As long as you memorize it carefully, you will definitely get a first-class exam!"
Fu Zhu sighed even louder when he heard this.
Did she get a D or C in the last Thirteen History Examination?
I don’t even know where her books are, so I have to go back and look for them.
Fu Zhu read the list of assessment results to Zhou Tanzhi at once, and then confirmed it, "Senior Brother Zhou, have you remembered it all?"
Zhou Tanzhi replied calmly and confidently, "What's wrong with remembering these names? It's a trivial matter."
"Junior sister, it's better to go back early, pack your things, and move to Xiandao Peak, so as not to have to run back and forth."
Fu Zhu thought to herself, the master has gone down the mountain and the third senior brother has not come back. It is boring for her to live alone. It is better to move to the main peak first and live with the new junior brothers and sisters.
You can also hear everyone calling her senior sister!
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Fu Zhujiao's beautiful face, looking forward to her future life.
"Senior Brother Zhou, I'll leave first."
Fu Zhu dropped a sentence, jumped lightly onto the long sword floating in mid-air, and floated away like a gust of wind.
Zhou Tanzhi was left speechless and raised his eyebrows. The junior sister's sword-wielding style was still so eclectic.
I still have to talk to the master uncle when I turn around. What if I keep doing this and hit the top of a hill?
Fu Zhu naturally didn't know Zhou Tanzhi's intention to make a snitch. She was busy rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find her Thirteen Histories of True Appraisal.
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Time flew by and the day of class soon arrived.
The Thirteen Histories of Jianzhen is a compulsory course for entry into the Sword Sect. It is neither about the methods of cultivation nor about various famous swords, but about the history of the world of cultivation.
There is even a small part of the history of the human world, the demon world, and the demon clan.
Logically speaking, such a course is actually very interesting, but there is so much content that it cannot be memorized during the assessment.
Fu Zhu is a pure sword cultivator and is only interested in swordsmanship. Facing the vast history of the world of cultivation, he feels drowsy every time he listens to it. During the assessment, his mind goes blank.
Now that he has to rewrite the Thirteen History of Jianzhen, Fu Zhu no longer feels the initial rejection. Instead, he feels like meeting old friends, and his attitude has become serious.
After all, she was studying with her junior brothers and sisters, and she also wanted to save face.
New disciples all wear blue, and their skirts are all embroidered with sword patterns, but there are ribbons of different colors on their elbows, corresponding to their spiritual root attributes.
Since Fu Zhu was studying outside, she went to get two sets of new disciple's clothes early so as not to feel out of place in class.
The main peak has the most people, so Fu Zhu doesn't have a sword to avoid bumping into people.
She hugged the thick Thirteen Histories and followed the route in her memory to find the classroom, regardless of other people's strange looks.
The master hasn't come yet, but most of the freshmen have already arrived, sitting at their desks, chatting in twos and threes about the interesting events of the past few days.
As soon as Fu Zhu's figure appeared at the door, the sounds inside stopped suddenly.
The girl is dressed in blue and looks pretty and graceful.
"Isn't she the senior sister from the day of the assessment? Why is she here too?"
"I also remember her, her sword falling, the wind and snow suddenly stopped, the scene was so beautiful!"
"It will be great if we can also wield swords sometime!"
Fu Zhu's cultivation level is high, and he can easily hear everyone's small discussions.
She didn't have anything on the surface, but she was already happy inside.
y∩__∩y! ! !
I can finally be a senior sister! ! !
Fu Zhu looked around, found an empty seat by the window, and put his book there.
The people beside her quickly stood up and made room for her. It turned out to be the little girl from Tianlinggen. After she had washed herself, she was still very beautiful.
Fu Zhu almost didn't recognize it.
However, she sensed the clear and clean aura of water spirit roots on the little girl's body.
Fu Zhu sat down in his seat, sorting out the books, and his eyes inadvertently fell on the open book on the little girl's desk.
Mi taro.
Her name is Mi taro?
Fu Zhu stretched out her white fingers and placed her clean nails on these two words, "Is this your name?"
Although Fu Zhu has an ice spirit root, her senior brothers and sisters always like to tease her, and the cold air can freeze an entire mountain, but in fact she is bright and cheerful, with crooked eyebrows, which makes it easy for people to feel close to her.
