When viewed from the sky, the Tangula Mountains look like many giant centipedes rushing towards a yellow mountain peak in order to compete for some delicious food. And this mountain peak is the famous Tianchi Peak in the Yuncang Empire.
It is like a long straight ruler that has been standing here for I don't know how many years. There are no green plants on the entire mountain peak, except for rock yellow, which is still rock yellow. From a distance, it passes through several clouds, like a girl wearing a white dress waiting for her sweetheart.
At the foot of Tianchi Peak is a rare valley. In the valley, many houses and palaces were built, including many tall towers. The construction style of these houses is yellow bricks and blue tiles, white walls, and stone roads, giving them a Chinese style feel.
Anyone who looks carefully will find that they are all built around a huge square in the middle. In the middle of the square, there is a stone sculpture of a giant sword. According to a local old man, it is an ancient fairy sword called the Golden Night Fish Belly Sword.
It's mid-spring, and the mountains and fields are covered with flowers of all colors, and those houses are like buildings among flowers, and they are really a peach blossom garden.
At this moment, many people gathered in the square. They were uniformly dressed in light green robes that looked like ancient Chinese clothing. On their chests, there was a symbol of a long ruler piercing the clouds embroidered. It is not difficult to see that they belong to an organized unit. And these light green clothes are their uniform clothing.
"Tianchi Sect, Hanhai Year 2338, the emblem awarding conference begins now!" On the high platform of the square, an old man with yellow hair stood solemnly. He said loudly to the people below.
"Next, let's conduct the first assessment, the Star Stone Talent Test! Those whose names I call will come on stage one by one." A man in black, 1.8 meters tall, carried a black giant sword on his back like a stone tablet. He stood in front of a stone tablet that was 2 meters high and half a meter wide, and spoke loudly to the bustling crowd in the square.
"Gao Tang!" The man in black with a huge sword shouted loudly.
I saw one person quickly squeeze out of the crowd. This man is about 1.7 meters tall. He is dressed in white, has a green silk crown, and has a long sword hanging on his waist. He looks like a noble prince. He's just a little bit muscular, but if you didn't look at his clothes, you would have thought he was a coolie. Although his face is childish, it can't hide his handsome side.
The man named Gao Dan was very fast. He arrived in front of the stone tablet in a few steps, and then gently placed his hand on the stone tablet. After the dazzling yellow light passed, two golden fonts suddenly appeared on the tablet: " Nine stars!”
"Gao Tang! At the age of 12, he received nine stars! Awarded the Golden Heavenly Ruler Badge!" Next to the yellow-haired old man, an old man with black hair flicked his sleeves, and a golden sign flew towards Gao Tang.
Gao Tang quickly took the gold badge, his hands trembling. After taking a few deep breaths, he turned around and looked at the last person in the five-man column in the audience, with provocation in his eyes. There, a boy who was only about 1.5 meters tall stood quietly. His eyes were full of nervousness and uneasiness.
At this moment, the square was like a vegetable market, and everyone started discussing!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Gao Tang is actually a nine-star Naxing! Such achievements at such a young age are really enviable! With this talent, I am afraid he will enter the star realm and become a Star Man at the age of fifteen!" The crowd in the audience said, It became lively for a while, and one of the old men said while stroking his gray beard.
"Yes! I heard before that the Gao family has a very talented person, I'm afraid it's Gao Dan!" A young man returned beside the old man.
"This Gao family..."
On the high platform, the yellow old man looked at the words "Nine Stars" and was surprised. He stood up from his chair. He nodded and praised it. Seeing this, the group of people around him also stood up and clapped their hands.
"The next one is Lang Yang!" The man with the giant sword just now had a smile on his face, as if he had eaten tens of thousands of kilograms of honey. After he calmed down the surprise in his heart, he shouted again to the crowd below.
I saw a frail young man walking timidly onto the stage and placing his hand on the stone tablet.
"Lang Yang, eleven years old, received five stars, failed!!" The man in black with a giant sword glanced at the inconspicuous font on the stone tablet and said.
"Tsk tsk, what a pity! But after all, Lang Yang is only eleven years old. He will have another chance next year to enter the sixth level. It is not impossible." The yellow-haired old man said.
"The next one is Lan Changle!"
"Lan Changle, 12 years old, seven stars, passed!"
"The next one is Han Yueyue!"
"Han Yueyue, 12 years old, six stars, passed!"
"Hahaha! It seems that the talents of the disciples this year have improved! In this way, our Tianchi Sect will enter the third-rate sect just around the corner! Hahaha!!" When the girl named Han Yueyue walked off the stage, the yellow-haired old man's face With a smile on his face, he smiled at everyone around him.
"Yes, of the 4 people, 3 passed, one got a gold emblem, one got a silver emblem, and one got a bronze star emblem. As for Lang Yang's child, next year, no matter how bad he is, he can still get a bronze one. Such a high level The pass rate is the first time for our Tianchi Sect!" The black-haired old man on the side said to the yellow-haired old man after giving the copper sect emblem to Han Yueyue.
At this moment, only the last person of the first group of five columns was left. Let's look at this man who is 1.5 meters tall. His face is full of childishness. His clothes are ordinary. He has thick eyebrows, long cheeks, and a thin figure, as if he is hungry.
"The next one is Zhuo Ping'an!" After seeing the name, the man in black with a giant sword gradually showed an expectant look in his eyes. However, this kind of expectant look always makes people feel strange.
The last one turned out to be Zhuo Pingan. He squeezed his already wet fists, rubbed his hands together, took a deep breath, and walked straight towards the stone monument.
Arriving in front of the stone monument, Zhuo Ping'an closed his eyes again and took a deep breath, as if praying.
Slowly opening his eyes, he placed his hand on the stone tablet. No one noticed that blue light flashed in the palm of the man with the giant sword.
I saw two words "three stars" formed on the stone tablet with difficulty!
For a moment, there was silence in the square. After this atmosphere lasted for a few seconds, it suddenly boiled over. The roar of laughter from the crowd was like ocean waves, spreading towards the stone monument one after another.
"Is this the genius in the world that the sect leader mentioned? Is this the person who takes up our best training resources every time? Hahahaha..."
"It seems that the reason why he can enjoy the current treatment in Tianchi Sect is because of his father Zhuo Yangxin. Zhuo Yangxin died of illness a few days ago. Let's see how shameless he will be in enjoying the treatment of this sect in the future..."
"Three stars! Hahaha, with this talent, even if the sect master protects him again, he will be expelled from the sect and exiled to the God Burial Mountains..."
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"Woooooooooo..." The child named Zhuo Ping'an looked at the two words on the stone tablet in disbelief. Feeling the verbal violence coming from all directions, he couldn't accept it for a while and started crying.
"Father...I...I'm sorry for you..." When he thought of his father and looked at those two pitiful words, Zhuo Ping'an knelt in front of the stone tablet and burst into tears.
"Related households! Expelled from the sect! Relevant households! Expelled from the sect..." Suddenly, someone in the square shouted. Then, everyone shouted in unison. The sounds came and went, hitting the helpless boy one after another.
"Quiet! Quiet!" The yellow-haired old man frowned and shouted loudly. However, the sound continued.
"Quiet!" Suddenly, there was a thunderous explosion, and a middle-aged man in black jumped out from nowhere and stood at the front of the high platform.
"See Sect Master!" The yellow-haired old man responded the fastest. He knelt on his left knee, supported the ground with his left hand, touched his left shoulder with his right hand, and said respectfully. This is the highest etiquette, the ceremony of admiration.
"Meet the Sect Master!" For a moment, everyone in the square did the same thing as the yellow-haired old man.
Then, the only sound left in the square was Zhuo Ping'an's crying. He did not salute, nor did he stop crying. It seemed that the arrival of the sect master had nothing to do with him.
"Everyone, get up!" The middle-aged man in black, known as the sect leader, waved his hand and motioned for everyone to stand up. Then he walked towards Zhuo Ping'an who was crying in front of the stone monument.
"Uncle Wang..." Seeing the sect leader walking towards him, Zhuo Ping'an stood up, ran to the middle-aged man in black, hugged him and cried.
"Be good! Ping'an, stop crying." The man in black patted Zhuo Ping'an on the back and said softly. Then he looked around at the people in the square and yelled: "Who wants to exile Zhuo Ping'an? Stand up and let me see!"
For a moment, the square was silent.
"Hmph! No matter what Zhuo Ping'an's results are today, he is the core disciple of our Tianchi Sect. Anyone who is dissatisfied can stand up! The meeting will continue!" The middle-aged man in black snorted coldly and said loudly.
After the man in black finished speaking, he led Zhuo Pingan towards the high platform. Everyone in the square looked at Zhuo Pingan with sparks in their eyes. This atmosphere is like a warehouse where many explosives are placed. There is only one spark left before a huge explosion occurs.
The man in black led Zhuo Pingan to sit on the table. He sat upright and motioned for the yellow-haired old man to continue.
The meeting continued unhurriedly. Finally, the first assessment was over, and out of 50 people, only 6 failed. This pass rate was the first time since the Tianchi Sect was established!
The leader of the Tianchi Sect finally had a smile on his face.
"The next item is to break the wood with bare hands!" The great elder said loudly after seeing the last person receiving the clan emblem.
"All the reference persons, line up here!" The stone tablet was moved away, and then a table was brought up, along with many wooden sticks. These wooden sticks are thick and thin, as thick as an arm, and as thin as two broomsticks. At this moment, a deacon in light green clothes stood here, giving instructions to the crowd.
"Uncle Wang, let me go down!" Zhuo Ping'an saw that the deacon's eyes were looking at him, so he stood up and said to the sect leader.
"Well! Go ahead, remember, you are the best!" The serious-looking sect master smiled at Zhuo Pingan, and patted Zhuo Pingan's shoulder with his kind big hand.
Everyone on the field looked at Zhuo Ping'an and their eyes were filled with fire. In their eyes, what else does this waste have besides connections? In this world where strength is respected, they are indeed qualified to discriminate against him.
Zhuo Pingan seems to have been accustomed to this kind of vision for a long time. He has always believed that relationships are also a part of strength. If you have the ability, you can be like me. Thinking of this, Zhuo Ping'an was also a little puzzled. His cultivation resources could be said to be the best among his peers in the sect, but the "three-star" result just now really made him a little doubtful.
At this moment, he was full of confidence again. He believed that he would be able to break the thickest of the three types of wood. After all, his father did not train Zhuo Pingan to break wood with his bare hands at home. His best result was to break a four-inch diameter piece of wood with his bare hands, which was the thickest in that competition.
According to the sect's regulations, as long as two of the three assessments are passed, the clan emblem can be awarded. As for what it is, Zhuo Ping'an doesn't care at all. He believes that as long as he is qualified to be awarded a clan emblem, it must be a gold clan emblem.
That young man named Gao Tang is really talented. The wood he chose was about the thickness of an arm, and when broken with one palm, the fracture was actually relatively smooth.
This performance caused an uproar among the people in the square.
Everyone else in Zhuo Ping'an's group has also passed this exam. After all, breaking wood with bare hands is the easiest for them. As long as they practice hard, they can do it.
"Zhuo Ping'an!" As he was thinking, he had already reached himself. Zhuo Pingan slowly came to the table.
"Uncle Deacon, I want to test the third-order wood!" Zhuo Ping'an came to the table and said to the deacon.
"Well!" The deacon didn't have any expression. He just picked a piece of wood as thick as an arm from the side and handed it to Zhuo Pingan seemingly casually.
Zhuo Pingan took the wood, placed it on the table, took a deep breath, and glanced at the sect leader. I saw the sect master making a cheering gesture to him.
The deacon tilted his head and looked at Zhuo Pingan as if watching a good show.
"Ha!" Zhuo Ping'an's palm slowly turned red, exuding a faint red light, and he struck quickly.
To his surprise, the wood did not break. Because one end of the table was not pressed down, this section of the table quickly flew up under the lever principle and hit the deacon hard on the face.
Suddenly, a red mark appeared on the deacon's face!
"Presumptuous! Are you here for the assessment, or are you just causing trouble?" The deacon shouted, covered his face, and glared at Zhuo Ping'an.
This situation also surprised everyone present.
Then the field erupted into laughter again.
Zhuo Pingan looked at his palm in disbelief, then at the wood in disbelief, and then at the red face of the deacon in disbelief. The two just stared at each other.
"Zhuo Ping'an, break the wood with your bare hands! You won't pass!" The deacon released his hand covering his face and announced loudly.
Zhuo Ping'an looked at the deformed cheek and suppressed a smile. But he knew not to laugh.
He turned around and looked at the sect leader, who smiled slightly and signaled Zhuo Ping'an to go back. Zhuo Pingan turned around and laughed uncontrollably. While laughing, he wiped his eyes with his sleeves. For a moment, everyone present did not know whether Zhuo Pingan was laughing or crying.
This is just a small episode of the conference.
In the end, the result of cutting wood with bare hands was that only Zhuo Pingan failed.
"Next item, Longbi Bingshu!" the great elder announced after the last person returned to the field.
Zhuo Ping'an frowned upon hearing this. This is the item I am least confident about. The dragon pen is more than one meter long, and I am only 1.5 meters. The pen is almost as big as myself, not to mention having to write on the ice. It can be said that it is even more difficult. Disaster.
The sect leader seemed to see Zhuo Pingan's uneasiness. He patted Zhuo Pingan and said, "Just treat this assessment as a matter of fun. But after the assessment, you have to practice hard and don't be as playful as before! This This is a lesson for you!"
Zhuo Pingan nodded and looked at the sect leader, thinking of his father again. At the same time, he was really grateful to his uncle Wang Changshi. If it hadn't been for him, he would have been drowned in saliva by the people on the field. After his father passed away, he was like a light, illuminating Zhuo Pingan's world.
In the blink of an eye, several people from the first group had passed the exam. Gao Mao also lived up to expectations and completed the exam, winning the spot as a core disciple.
When a bright star rises, there will naturally be dim stars hiding beside it.
"Zhuo Pingan!" A thunderous sound pulled Zhuo Pingan out of his thoughts. He walked down the platform and came to the assessment deacon team. I saw writings in front of these five deacons: calligraphy, movement, talent, speed, and synthesis.
Zhuo Ping'an raised his fist in front of the five deacons who were being assessed.
The five deacons had disdain on their faces. This clasping of fists is a salute between peers. If it is according to the rules, Zhuo must give a salute of admiration.
Zhuo Ping'an struggled to pick up the dragon pen that was about the same height as himself, dipped it in ink, and ran towards the ice wall.
Suddenly, a small stick flew out and landed just under Zhuo Pingan's feet. Zhuo Pingan slipped and he flew out. The dragon pen stained with ink wiped the cheeks of the five deacons.
However, no one present seemed to have noticed the piece of wood, not even the sect leader.
The five deacons didn't know what was going on. Before they had time to react, their faces were wiped like coal, and only their white eyes were spinning.
For a moment, the square was silent again.
