August fourteenth.
Ziyu Sect heads east to Feizhou Ferry.
A giant flying boat with a length of more than 100 meters is hanging high outside the ferry. It has three floors of pavilions, which are beautiful. In many places, there are even patches of green bamboo planted with expensive spiritual arrays to support vitality needs. It can be seen that Ziyu Sect is rich and powerful.
At this time, several disciples were talking on the flying boat.
"Junior Brother Chen, for being able to enter Zhaoyinghe in your second year of entry, you are considered a leader among the same batch of disciples."
"Yeah, it's not like people like us have to wait a few years before we have a chance to grab this spot."
"No, no, it's just a fluke." The young man surrounded was dressed in a luxurious robe, with a jade hairpin on his head, his eyebrows slanted into his temples, and with a somewhat cold expression, he was handsome and arrogant.
The speed of cultivation in Zhaoying River is one to two times that of the outside world. The spiritual energy is peaceful and suitable for new monks to lay the foundation. Therefore, if you don't have a chance to enter when you first get started, the chance of being selected by the sect to enter will become smaller and smaller.
The number of places in Zhaoyinghe is limited, and it may not be opened every year, so those who can enter after one year of entry are all outstanding.
The man in luxurious robes chatted casually with several fellow disciples in the hall, but not enthusiastically. Because he was the only one among the few who entered Zhaoying River right after he started, and the others had waited for several years.
If Su Xing were here, he would be able to recognize the identity of this man in luxurious robes. One of the disciples who joined the sect with him: Chen Ang, the second son of Xuanping Hou of Yu State, with a high-grade spiritual root.
Chen Ang glanced in the direction of the Feizhou entrance from time to time. He was roughly calculating how many of the disciples who came in last year could be selected for the Zhaoying River quota this time.
Jiang Qiuyun, who is ranked first, will definitely make it, and that opponent is also the only training goal that he values in his heart. After more than a year of low-key training, he is now confident that he can surpass the opponent.
Lin Xixi should also be able to enter, but his character is too bad and it is a waste of talent, so there is nothing to worry about.
Han Qiaozhi... She was the only woman who made the proud Chen Ang feel obscene. She was like a high-ranking princess, and her life experience was also very mysterious and noble. She was even escorted by family monks on the way to the Immortal Sect.
But it happens...
Chen Ang not only thought of the lowly Ling Zhifu, who had extremely poor talent, but he let Han Qiaozhi, who had always been polite to no one, lower his status and take the initiative to make friends with him, and even defended him along the way.
But... Chen Ang snorted in his heart, the road is far away, and sooner or later Han Qiaozhi will understand that the ordinary spiritual planter with low-grade mixed spiritual roots and the monks like him who are destined to advance on the road are not the same person sooner or later.
For example, this time, is it possible for Ling Zhifu to get the quota in Zhaoying River? I'm afraid he's still farming somewhere.
Shaking his head, Chen Ang felt that he shouldn't let a spiritual husband occupy his mind too much, it was just a passing cloud.
By the way, his name is Su Xing, and he has the same name as the person at the top of the new "Zhan Xuankui Merit List" released by Gongshan Mountain, but that person is a monk from Yu Lifeng.
He entered the martial arts hall and was favored by an elder. He has been practicing hard for more than a year. This time he rarely got out of seclusion because he was selected into Zhaoyinghe, so he didn't know much about the news from the outside world.
If the merit list hadn't caused such a big wave in the sect, he wouldn't have even heard of it.
Soon after, several people boarded the flying boat.
His heart moved, he said "I'm sorry," and walked towards the stairs of the boarding port. He put on a smile that he thought was handsome. His heart contained expectations of a blockbuster due to more than a year of hard training, but he pretended to be ordinary. He greeted the woman who was leading the way:
"Qiaozhi, long time no see."
The few people who got on the boat were some disciples of Yan Hanfeng. The leader is none other than Han Qiaozhi, wearing a plain moon-white skirt, lined with light pink gauze, her black hair like a waterfall is tied into a single bun, embellished with gold hairpins, exquisite and complicated, and extremely luxurious.
Just like the mysterious goddess of the Nine Heavens, she has a cold face and a majestic temperament, just like a royal nobleman among the immortals.
Chen Ang thought that Han Qiaozhi might be surprised at how much he had changed over the past year, or maybe he would reminisce with him about the old friendship of joining the Immortal Sect.
He had a noble status when he was in the mortal world, and he was already among the flowers at a young age. After practicing Taoism, he received the attention of the elders. At this time, just waiting for the other party to say something, you can inadvertently reveal how much you have gained over the past year and how rich your background is.
However, what he never expected was that Han Qiaozhi just looked up at him, nodded, and continued walking forward step by step.
Several disciples behind Han Qiaozhi originally thought that Senior Sister Han had met an old friend, and they were ready to walk away first to let the other party reminisce. However, seeing Senior Sister Han's reaction, it seemed that they were strangers, so they all continued to walk forward. Watch more Chen Ang.
Chen Ang was left standing there, stunned for a moment. He wanted to go up and say hello, but thought that with the other person's temperament, he might be even more embarrassed. In the end, he stayed there awkwardly, with a trace of anger flashing in his eyes. But he also had to admit that although Han Qiaozhi only had a middle-grade spiritual root, her aura was actually faintly above him, and she was proud of it.
Thinking that Han Qiaozhi had always been cold and arrogant, he let go of his unhappiness at being ignored. We will stay in Zhaoyinghe for another six months, and there will be opportunities to get along with him in the future.
His expression changed for a while, and he clenched his fists when he saw Han Qiaozhi leading the team up the stairs of the building without looking back. He was about to walk back to the disciples belonging to the martial arts hall.
Suddenly, a stream of light fell from the horizon not far away, and a purple bamboo boat appeared, with three people on it, and then fled away.
Soon, a lively and beautiful girl in a red dress walked up the stairs first with curiosity and excitement in her eyes.
Chen Ang's heart moved. He still remembered this person, named Lin Xixi. It is said that he is the most talented person among their group of disciples, but he is not very partial, and he always likes to follow the lowly Ling Zhifu.
After thinking about it, Chen Ang was ready to go up and say hello. After all, they were all disciples of the same batch.
He once again left the team of martial arts disciples and was about to speak out when he heard Lin Xixi excitedly turning her head and saying:
"Brother Su, why can such a big ship fly? It's so awesome!"
Chen Ang sneered inwardly, he was a country bumpkin who had never seen the world, but his attention was quickly attracted by the three words Brother Su in his words.
On the way to the Immortal Sect, this girl was always secretly afraid of people at first and spoke very little. Later, it completely changed. Every day "Brother Su" and "Brother Su" followed that Lingzhifu, which was very noisy.
So this name Chen Ang is still vivid in my memory.
However, the Brother Su she is calling now should be their Yu Lifeng leader. The original "Brother Su" is probably farming in a medicine garden somewhere now.
Chen Ang looked forward, and Lin Xixi turned sideways happily, revealing the appearance of the person behind her.
She has long hair shawled casually, a beautiful face, and an indifferent temperament. There seems to be a faint light shining in her eyes. After hearing Lin Xixi's words, she first showed a faint smile:
"Maybe there is a large floating formation."
Then, as if he recognized Chen Ang, he looked at his head and nodded calmly.
