In the next few days, Xiao Yifeng stayed on the spaceship. After landing, he also lived in the temporary disciple room. Apart from saying a few words to Ye Jiusi, he did not do anything else. Liu Hanyan didn't seem to recognize him.
The sun rose slowly into the sky early this morning. From an unknown place in the distance, there were quiet birdsong. The sky was blue, with a few white clouds and a gentle breeze.
Xiao Yifeng followed everyone to a very huge square. The ground was paved with white marble, and the light was shining. At a glance, it made people feel insignificant. The white clouds in the distance are like gauze, floating under my feet.
There is a stone bridge on each side of the square, without seats or piers, rising across the sky. One bridge is for people to walk over, and the other two are connected flatly into the clouds, leading to nowhere.
The stone bridge directly in front is built on the square at one end, stretching straight upward into the depths of white clouds, like a dragon leaping into the sky, with an aloof momentum. The stone bridge is connected to an unusually majestic hall, with a huge plaque on it reading "Tai Chi Hall".
There are nine huge jade chairs placed in front of the hall, each with a different pattern on the top of the backrest. Either a flame or a gourd. The one in the middle is different and extremely huge. The pattern is a Tai Chi diagram. At this time, the palace door is closed.
In the center of this huge square, huge copper cauldrons are placed every few dozen feet, divided into three rows, with three in each row, a total of nine cauldrons, arranged regularly. There is light smoke floating in the cauldron from time to time, and the smell is clear but not dispersed.
Next to Xiao Yifeng, there were dozens of boys and girls of the same age, all around ten years old. Every child had never seen such a fairy scene before, and each one was either stunned or looking around. But they didn't dare to talk out loud.
Surrounding these boys and girls were young men wearing blue robes and jade crowns, standing neatly on both sides of the square with solemn expressions. In the clouds, each one looked like an immortal.
Looking at this familiar scene, Xiao Yifeng couldn't help but be lost in thought for a moment. Recalling what happened to me several times in Tai Chi Hall, various expressions flashed across my face.
I never asked Tianzong back. Unexpectedly, by chance, I would come here again.
The group of people did not wait for too long. They saw the palace door in front of them opened wide and more than twenty people slowly walked out. These people were all different in height, short, fat and thin. There were men and women. They were the hall masters and masters of the Wentian Sect. their disciples.
After they walked out of the hall, nine people sat on nine huge chairs prepared in front of the hall. The rest of the people were waiting behind them.
Many disciples in the square suddenly saluted neatly and said in unison: "Disciples welcome the sect master and all the palace masters."
Among those young girls, some clever ones also shouted: "I have seen all the immortals."
The other children, as if waking up from a dream, followed suit and saluted.
Everyone in the field saw the majestic voice of the man in the middle, saying calmly: "No courtesy."
Hearing the sound, many young and daring boys and girls looked up. Xiao Yifeng and the others looked up, and saw the tall man in the middle, wearing a dark green robe, with electric eyes, long beard, and not angry. Powerful, what a fairy-like spirit.
It was the famous Master Guangling of the Wentian Sect. Xiao Yifeng looked at this person with various complicated expressions in his eyes.
At this time, the real person in Guangling didn't take it seriously when he stared at him, thinking that it was not surprising that a country boy had never seen the world. After all, there are many young men and women like him, and Xiao Yifeng does not stand out among them.
Liu Hanyan was sitting in the third seat on the right with an indifferent expression. She was dressed in white palace clothes. She had a beautiful face and was as beautiful as a fairy. However, her temperament was too cold, making it difficult for people to get close to her. It made her look like a fairy falling into the mortal world.
Her peerless appearance also attracted the attention of most of the boys and girls present, but she seemed to be used to it, her eyes were full of indifference.
Seeing that she didn't even look at him, Xiao Yifeng felt bitter in his heart, but remembering that she had such a temper back then, he didn't think much about it.
He then looked at the fat, fair man sitting at the bottom on the left side of Guangling. This man had a fair face and a mustache. He looked like a worldly wealthy businessman. He was wearing a blue robe, but he had a few... Although he is quite powerful, he is still a little inferior to the others who may be immortals or real people who are not angry but powerful.
This person was Su Qianyi, Xiao Yifeng's master in his previous life. He thought he was dreaming, but he could still see his master so realistically that he didn't want to wake up even if it was a dream. He moved his lips slightly and said: "Master..."
Ye Jiusi was one year older than him at this time and had a more careful mind. When he saw Xiao Yifeng staring at the Wentian Sect masters so impolitely, he was afraid that he would offend the Wentian Sect masters, so he pulled him secretly. Xiao Yifeng lowered his head. No one present noticed his gaffe.
Did he really go back to the past? Is all this a dream or reality? Why did he mysteriously return to his own village and be destroyed, just when he entered Wentian Sect? Or is he just trapped in a dream at this time?
At this time, Xiao Yifeng's heart was full of mixed emotions, which could not be explained to outsiders.
The majestic voice of Master Guangling in the center was heard from high up. His voice was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone present.
"I am the master of the Wentian Sect, Guangling Zhenren, and on behalf of the Wentian Sect, I welcome all of you. You are all the proud sons of the Wentian Sect who have been recruited from all over the world. They have passed various tests and have reached the level of the Wentian Sect. The entry requirements will be listed on the Wentian Sect's gate wall after passing the final test, and will become the pillar of our Wentian Sect in the future."
He paused for a moment before continuing: "Let me briefly introduce Wentian Sect. It has been thousands of years since I Wentian Sect was founded. During this period, it has gone through countless ups and downs before it reached its current status. I Wentian Sect is divided into nine halls, and each hall has its own unique skills. Each hall has its own uniqueness.
"After being tested, you will be ranked into the fourth grade, A, B, C, and D, based on your spiritual roots, and you will be selected by the real people. A disciple will bring the measuring instrument to you later, and you will come forward to test one by one. Do you understand?"
"Understood." All the children replied in unison.
"Xuan Yi, you will preside over this spirit testing." Guang Ling nodded.
At this time, a man walked out of the two rows of disciples. This man had a dignified appearance and extraordinary handsomeness. He bowed to Guangling and said, "Yes, Master, disciple, take your orders."
Then he turned to face the children, and with a wave of his hand, a huge instrument appeared in the field.
The base of this object is a disk, with a huge ball of light suspended on the disk. The disk is filled with countless small engraved characters, distributed in the form of the Book of Changes, and there are several rings of light rotating slowly on the periphery.
"This object is a spiritual measuring instrument. Wait a moment when I read the name. You can come forward one by one and just put your hands on this ball. This object will detect your spiritual roots and emit sounds based on your talents. Different levels of light. Come up to those whose names are read. Zeng Niu." Xuan Yi said loudly.
A little fat man in the crowd hurriedly stretched out his hands and shouted: "I'm here!" The little fat man walked quickly to the instrument, held down the light ball in mid-air with his hands, and the light ball emitted a green light.
Xuan Yi nodded, and while recording, he read: "Zeng Niu, Mu Linggen. B in the second grade!" Then he waved his hand and asked him to return to the team. Xuan Yi then called: "Zhang Lingheng!"
"Arrived!" a little boy in the crowd shouted, and the test was carried out in an orderly manner. The children present had all done similar tests, but they were not so detailed, so the test speed was not slow.
Xiao Yifeng looked at the handsome Xuan Yi and fell into memories. This person was a young disciple of the head Guang Ling, and he was very talented.
The reason why Xiao Yifeng was deeply impressed by him was that his younger sister married this man after his master left.
"Ye Jiusi!" Xuan Yi's cry woke up Xiao Yifeng. It was Ye Jiusi's turn. Xiao Yifeng and Ye Jiusi looked at each other.
Xiao Yifeng whispered: "Come on!"
Due to various reasons, Xiao Yifeng and Ye Jiusi did not take such tests. However, Xiao Yifeng remembered that Ye Jiusi's qualifications were excellent.
Ye Jiusi nodded to Xiao Yifeng and walked out of the crowd. With a bit of anxiety, Ye Jiusi pressed his hands together and saw the light ball suddenly emitting a dazzling green light.
Xuan Yi's eyes lit up, and everyone in the audience exclaimed. This was the most brilliant light so far.
"Ye Jiusi, Mu Linggen, on top of the armor!" Xuan Yi shouted with a smile on his face, and then nodded to Ye Jiusi very friendly.
Ye Jiusi showed a slight smile on his face and walked quickly back to Xiao Yifeng. Xiao Yifeng also smiled at him: "Well done!".
Xuan Yi then shouted: "Xiao Yifeng!".
Xiao Yifeng responded hurriedly, and Ye Jiusi patted him quietly on the shoulder.
Xiao Yifeng walked forward silently, smiled bitterly, and pressed his hands on the spiritual measuring instrument. He saw that the instrument was emitting a faint light with unusual difficulty. And it turned out to be a riot of colors. Because the light was too weak, you couldn't tell without looking carefully.
Xuan Yi couldn't help being stunned, with an astonished expression on his face. He looked at the instrument carefully and made sure that everything was fine, then he shouted with a strange expression: "Xiao Yifeng, miscellaneous spirit root, Dingxia."
