Early the next morning, Third Uncle took Li Changsheng to the inner courtyard of a large inn. The environment here is quiet and elegantly decorated, giving people a sense of peace and tranquility.
The third uncle warned: "These are some properties of the outer gate of the Immortal Family. When the Immortal comes later, don't make a fuss, let alone talk nonsense. You have to stay calm and don't lose your etiquette."
Li Changsheng didn't dare to ask his third uncle more questions when he saw this, so he could only look around secretly. Besides him, there was a child and two old men. That child was Li Zhu, the clan leader's son, who looked younger than him. The two old men had serious faces and looked very majestic.
At this moment, the courtyard door suddenly opened, and a young man floated over. He was wearing a white robe and carrying a long sword on his back, giving him a majestic look. He glanced at everyone, and then asked: "Are these the two places for your Li family?"
The patriarch replied respectfully: "Reporting to the Immortal, these two are the people recommended by the Li family."
The young man nodded and then offered a magic weapon. It is a simple flying sword, exuding a faint light. With a flick of his finger, the flying sword directly carried him, Li Changsheng, and Li Zhu away.
Everyone looked at the sky and saw the three figures quickly disappearing into the sky before they had time to say goodbye.
But at this time, Li Changsheng didn't feel any excitement at all, only fear. The immortal flew too high and too fast. He didn't get used to it for a while. He only felt dizzy and couldn't speak.
After about a few hours, Li Changsheng felt that his speed had slowed down, thinking that he was almost there. Sure enough, in a short while, the young immortal brought them to the ground.
Li Changsheng looked from a distance and felt that the mountain in front of him was shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland. But because the distance was too far, he couldn't see the true face of the mountain clearly, and his heart was filled with awe and curiosity.
Not long after, people flew here one after another, including boys and girls, all teenagers. They may be excited, nervous, or uneasy, each with different moods, looking forward to their future destiny. After about an hour of burning incense, the square was already filled with people.
At this time, a middle-aged man with an immortal spirit walked up to everyone and said loudly: "If you want to join our Yunmeng Sect, you must have immortal fate, that is, spiritual roots. There may only be a small number of you. If you can enter our Yunmeng Sect, whoever's name I call next will come forward and touch the spirit-testing stone in front of me with their palms."
The immortal's voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly. Although Li Changsheng was far away, he could hear clearly.
The immortal began to name names one by one, and more than a dozen young people came up one after another. However, every time a young man touches the spirit-testing stone, all he hears is the word "unqualified."
Li Changsheng couldn't help but feel nervous when he looked at the disappointed expressions of the teenagers. He knew that he had to pass the test before he could have a chance to become a disciple of Yunmeng Sect. He began to pray silently, hoping that he would have spiritual roots and pass the test.
When Li Zhu's name was called, he proudly stepped forward and said to Li Changsheng: "It is impossible for you, a foreigner, to pass." When Li Changsheng heard this, he looked at Li Zhu's retreating back with angry eyes and said to himself in his heart : I will definitely be chosen.
Li Zhu stepped forward and touched the spirit-testing stone with his palm. The spirit-testing stone shone brightly, and the immortal nodded and said with a happy face: "Very good, you passed, stand on the right."
More than a hundred people were tested in succession, but only a few qualified. Li Changsheng looked at the lost teenagers and couldn't help but feel even more nervous. Finally it was his turn. He walked firmly to the spirit stone, praying silently in his heart: "You must choose it, you must choose it!"
When he put his palm on the spirit stone, he seemed to see a faint light, but it was fleeting. Li Changsheng thought it might be his hallucination, because his ears had already heard the word "unqualified".
At this time, Li Changsheng's mind went blank and he walked to the left numbly. Li Zhu's mocking eyes could no longer be seen. His mood hit rock bottom, and he didn't know how to face this sudden blow.
After about another incense stick, the immortal finally spoke: "You unqualified people have one more chance to become registered disciples, which is to climb all the way to the top of this mountain. Those who can reach the top of the mountain before this time tomorrow will be qualified." , those who exceed the time will be sent down the mountain. Now everyone comes to me to receive a rosary. If you can't hold on midway, bite the rosary in your mouth, and someone will take you away."
After saying that, the middle-aged immortal took the five passing youths on the right and flew into the clouds and mist, leaving behind nearly a hundred unqualified youths in the square.
Li Changsheng held the rosary with firm eyes and silently said in his heart: I still have a chance, I must succeed this time!
A young man next to him noticed him and took the initiative to strike up a conversation: "My name is Li Li, what's your name?" After saying that, he secretly handed Li Changsheng a piece of cake and said thoughtfully: "It takes a long time to climb the mountain. If you don't eat, How can you get enough strength from something?"
Li Changsheng took the cake and said gratefully: "My name is Li Changsheng, thank you brother Li Li."
Li Li said carelessly: "I just heard you talking alone there and didn't know what to say, but judging from the accent, we are from the same town, so we help each other. Hurry up and eat, it will start soon."
