Chapter 153 Immortal Poetry Mingzhi
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After the last bell, dozens of soldiers poured out of the city gate, struggling to lift a strange disc-like thing, about one meter in diameter, blue in color, and the material seemed to be jade. After lifting the disc to a place not far from the four tables, dozens of soldiers immediately returned to the city gate. Then I saw the old man in Tsing Yi, turning his head and pointing at random, the disk actually flew up, rolled a few times in the sky and then landed steadily on the golden light, the disk was obliquely facing the crowd, the angle was just right.
This way you can see clearly on and off the table. After scanning the crowd for a while, he said loudly: "The first Juying Conference in the year of Jiazi—start now!"
There was a burst of voices below.
"Please prepare the Immortal Breath Examination Form for all those participating in the assessment! Prepare the Nine-Day Immortal Breath Runner to test the Immortal Breath!" All the young talents stopped applauding, inspected the Nine-day Immortal Breath Runner intently and stood on each table. The person who was watching came to the Nine Heavens Immortal Breathing Wheel Instrument, and the four of them stood at a corner. The Nine Heavens Immortal Breath Wheel Instrument is in the middle.
Next, the old man in blue introduced the people sitting at the first table on the left: Elder Yin, the deacon of Xuanlingmen, Yangtian, the Ten Thousand Buddhas of Shura Temple, Lan Waner, the poet official of Wenyang Palace, and Yuanlai, the steward of Qingxindao.
Then he pointed to the four people next to the Nine Heavens Immortal Breath Wheel Instrument and introduced: Xuanling Sect Guan Daiyun Title, Shuluo Temple Ten Thousand Buddhas disciple Xing Gang, Wenyang Palace Poetry Attendant Mo Nong, Qingxin Dao disciple Piaowu.
Finally, the old man in Tsing Yi said to all the young talents of the Gathering Conference: "I am Lan Zhen, the elder of Xuanlingmen. There were 5,329 of them, and those who went out to provoke and eliminate themselves, there were 4,999 left, a thousand more than the previous session.
Our four factions have discussed and decided that in order to encourage the vast number of young talents, each faction will recruit five more disciples this year, that is, each faction will recruit thirty disciples! "When the crowd heard it, it was like an explosion, and the applause burst into thunderous applause, which could not be subdued for a long time.
Elder Lan Zhen pressed his gesture, and then said: "I hope that the selected disciples will be modest and prudent, and devote themselves to cultivation! Don't be discouraged if you are not selected. This is a public election held every 15 years by the four sects. In order to strengthen my decent sect In addition, the four factions also discussed and decided that each faction will hold a private election every five years, so even the young talents who lose this time still have a chance!"
There was another round of applause from the crowd.
After searching the crowd for a while, Lan Zhen cleared his throat and said in a loud voice: "This year's young talents have greatly surpassed the previous ones in terms of the foundation of immortal power and immortal knowledge. Five disciples have been admitted exceptionally. It’s Changshui Yunqianmeng.”
As soon as he said this, people's eyes turned to a cold corner, where Yun Qianmeng stared at Xiantai with a proud face.
Lan Zhen followed everyone's gaze to glance at Yun Qianmeng, and nodded in satisfaction. Then he continued: "Liufeng Ouyang Langlong." There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd, and their eyes turned to Ouyang Langlong again.
Yun Huan looked at Ouyang Langlong with great admiration, and said, "Wow! That's great! So handsome!" Yun Qianmeng sneered at the corner of his mouth, and cast a relentless glance at Yun Huan, as if annoyed. Looking at Ouyang Langlong again, his face was full of pride.
Lan really heard the commotion from the crowd, so she paused for a moment, and then continued: "The Lu clan is against the sky, Lu Qingfeng of the Feng clan, Huanlangzi of the Yun clan, Kong Sheng of the Hai clan." Scanning outside, hoping to see these lucky ones.
Lan Zhen looked at the crowd for a while and said: "The reason why the above six young people were exceptionally admitted is that Changshui Yunqianmeng, Lu Clan is cold against the sky, Feng Clan Lu Qingfeng, and Yun Clan Huanlangzi are all successful in their own challenges. Among the qualifications obtained, Yun Qianmeng is a high-quality Yin water spirit root that is rarely seen in the ages."
"Wow!" Everyone looked at Yun Qianmeng in admiration. Everyone knows what the concept of a natural Yin water spirit root is, and there may not be one in tens of thousands.
"Ouyang Langlong, you have a high-quality golden spirit root!" Speaking of this, he deliberately raised his voice! When Yun Huan over there heard this, he jumped up excitedly and called Ouyang Lang long live the dragon. He didn't care about his identity as Chang Shui.
The crowd was even more erupted. Unexpectedly, so many strange things broke out before the Juying Conference officially started to test the immortal breath! This world is simply evil. The crowd couldn't control it anymore and began to discuss.
After a while, Lan Zhen saw the crowd startled and said: "Kong Sheng of the Sea Clan has excellent spiritual consciousness, gathered at the grand gathering, and passed on a good story. A masterpiece of immortal consciousness, Panshui is spread throughout the city, inspiring countless young talents, I like the immortal journey, so I made an exception to admit it.
The masterpiece has already been written on silk, and the immortal seal is sealed! All the young talents who participated in the Juying Conference will be given a copy, and after fifteen days, they will go to the official office of the recommending envoy to collect it. At the same time, I would like to remind everyone that on the road of cultivating immortals, the immortal consciousness must be clear and pure, and the boundaries between good and evil should be separated, so as not to stray into evil paths! Write some anti-poetry crazy words! "
There was a commotion among the crowd, looking at Dianxiantai, they secretly said: "The masterpiece of the seven Juying masters circulated among the people of Panshui, and one written by Liu Qianlang." It was written with sincerity and has already been sung throughout the city.
As he spoke, he shook his head and chanted softly: "In order to pursue the real dream of Qionggong, I have been looking at the stars for many years. The journey to the fairyland is long, and I am saddened to enter Hongmeng! The melee between immortals and demons will never end. When will the dispute between sects wake up? If you cultivate a golden fairy body every day, you will definitely destroy the world and save humanity!"
During the recitation, I don't know who has composed the tune for it. Hearing this person singing, people in the crowd continued to sing, especially the sentence: "The road to immortality is long in other lands, and I am saddened to enter Hongmeng."
Suddenly click on Sendai and it's cold! When the people calmed down, someone secretly reminded: "Brother, stop singing in the future, that poem has already become an anti-immortal poem, if you sing it again, it will destroy your immortal journey."
When Liu Qianlang heard Kong Sheng being praised in front of him, he was happy for him, but when he suddenly heard what Lan Zhen said behind him, although he didn't name him, he was obviously criticizing himself, and his face was hot. He thought to himself, it's over now, even the elders have been offended by a few ridiculous words, it seems that this time entering the Xuanling Sect is hopeless, and my heart is depressed.
The five around him among the seven sons of Juying also looked at Liu Qianlang unexpectedly, especially Cai Ling, staring at Xiantai and sulking. In the distance, on a somewhat pale face, there was also a trace of comfort.
"Chang Shuiyun Qianmeng, Liufeng Ouyang Langlong, Lu Clan against the weather, Feng Clan Lu Qingfeng, Yun Clan Huanlangzi, Hai Clan Kong Sheng, come to Xiantai!" Lan Zhen said suddenly.
Everyone turned their attention to the Immortal Terrace. Under the tile-blue sky, the Immortal Terrace looked like a white cloud floating in the sky. After a while, the six people were still standing on the Immortal Terrace, looking down at the crowd. Being able to stand on the entrance to the immortal platform means that you are definitely a member of the real sect of cultivating immortals, and naturally there are boundless immortal paths. People looked up, eyes full of envy.
Liu Qianlang looked at that white cloud under the blue sky, and that pretty figure on the white cloud, wishing he was one of them, but...
Lan Zhen stared at the entrance to Xiantai for a while, and glanced at the representatives of the four factions, and found that the four of them were all staring at Ouyang Langlong and Yun Qianmeng on the entrance to Xiantai, with a trace of unhappiness in their eyes. He turned his head and said in a loud voice: "All the young talents who have signed up, separate the left and right sides, take the Immortal Breath Assessment Form, and whoever hears the name, go to the Nine Heavens Immortal Breath Wheel Tester to test the Immortal Breath! If you pass, please Climb into Sendai, and those who are eliminated will leave immediately.
The crowd suddenly divided into two groups, and immediately a large blank space appeared in the center of the square, and the field of vision suddenly widened. Sitting on the Dianxiantai, one could see the majestic mountains in the distance in front of the blue sky.
Everyone held their breath, staring at Lan Zhen, eager to hear their own names, but also afraid to hear their own names, especially those young and beautiful girls who had no confidence in their hearts were jumping in their hearts.
"The Lu people listen to Tianyuan!" Lan Zhen said loudly.
As soon as the words fell, a young man walked out from the right side of the crowd, dressed in coarse gray, with a cloth ornament on his head, and a heroic look between his brows. After Zhao Lanzhen and Dianxian stage saluted, they walked up to the Nine Heavens Immortal Breath Wheel Instrument, handed over the Immortal Breath Assessment Form, then calmly faced the crowd, and resolutely stuck the palm of their right hand on the Nine Heavens Immortal Breath Wheel. on the instrument panel.
In an instant, streaks of golden light burst out from the Nine Heavens Immortal Breath Wheel, forming a nearly square light curtain in front of the human skirt, which displayed the entire content of the Immortal Breath Examination Form. The young man in coarse cloth quietly looked at the lower left corner of the light curtain with calm eyes. The crowd was silent, and they all stared at the lower right corner of the light curtain. After a while, the lower right corner shone blue. The crowd suddenly burst into admiration, and some people shouted excitedly: "It's so lucky, the first one succeeded!"
Glancing at the envious eyes, the coarse-cloth youth bowed deeply to Lan Zhen and the crowd, then turned around and strode onto the Immortal Terrace.
But none of the next 350 people passed, the sun was already setting, and after Lan Zhen declared that the day would continue, there was no one on the Dianxiantai, including the Nine Heavens Immortal Breath Wheel Instrument and those tables and chairs.
Liu Qianlang glanced into Xiantai, only a lone cloud was left to wander, those admitted had already left with the four major sects, unexpectedly they were still chatting about life yesterday, today they are separated from each other in a blink of an eye, and there is That cold and proud face will never be forgotten for a long time. Hope the city of water is still shrouded in auspicious clouds, but Liu Qianlang's heart is full of dark clouds.
Those boys and girls who were eliminated were either silent, helpless, sobbing, or silently crying... Looking back at Panshui City again and again, they reluctantly left. The rest of the young talents walked towards Panpan Shuicheng one after another.
"Third brother, let's go! Go into the city!" Huang Qi said when he saw Liu Qianlang staring at the boys and girls who were leaving.
"Entering the city?" Liu Qianlang asked confused.
"Of course I went to the city. Now that the Gathering Gathering has started, the Imperial Palace will specially provide restaurants and restaurants with Tianzi signs for the young talents participating in the Gathering Gathering on the 15th. But the Gathering Gathering has a rule that drinking is absolutely prohibited. Hehe, this time Enjoy it." Huang Qi laughed.
"Third brother, it's okay. Auspicious people have their own destiny, don't worry!" Cai Ling said looking at Liu Qianlang's preoccupied look.
Liu Qianlang looked at Cai Ling and smiled reluctantly, "Hehe, thank you, Seventh Sister, for your concern. I'm fine. Just like you said, auspicious people have their own destiny. Let's go, enter the city!"
Song Zhen and Feng Hen patted Liu Qianlang on the shoulder heavily. A group of people stepped on the colorful clouds in the sky, and slowly disappeared inside the city gate.