The cliff at the mountain gate and outside the jade platform are shrouded in clouds and mist.
Thousands of feet ahead, the layers of clouds and mist outside the Mo Shuang Fairy Mountain had dissipated and peeled off, and the sunlight shone down, casting a glazed luster on the fairy mountain in the clouds.
It's too far away to see the whole picture.
But just looking at what is in front of you, it feels like you are looking at the magnificent and beautiful kingdom of God in heaven.
Some mortals have bowed down, and the monks behaved well. Although most of them were shocked by Mo Shuangshan's appearance, they managed to maintain a little dignity.
"Buzz"
When the fairy mountain emerged, the sea of ​​clouds was clear, and golden light appeared again, like two flying arrows piercing through the clouds and hitting the jade pillars on both sides of the mountain gate, leaving a golden trail.
But they did not dissipate, just like two spiritual threads.
As Lao Jiang watched, more golden lines extended from the two golden lights, and from nothing, a bridge of flowing light was constructed extremely quickly.
Across the sky where there is nowhere to step.
Connect the mountain gate cliff and the main sect of Mo Shuang Fairy Mountain.
The Golden Bridge passes through the clouds, and the clouds flow on both sides of the bridge. They are then attracted by the spiritual energy and transformed into auspicious clouds. Some of them transform into spirit dragons and cranes, flying around the Golden Bridge.
There was also the sound of stringed instruments, echoing across the sky, which quickly quieted down the slightly agitated crowd.
"Shua"
Pale pink petals blow out from the sea of ​​clouds.
It was like a swaying rain of flowers, circling the golden bridge twice and finally landing in front of the mountain gate. Amidst the floating petals, a female cultivator wearing a dark black Taoist skirt and holding a jade ruyi emerged from the sea of ​​flowers.
Then there was a long cry from a magical bird.
The sea of ​​clouds parted, and an exquisite wooden kite flapped its wings, carrying a fat monk, and flew leisurely into the sky, then slowly landed in the spiritual wind.
The fat monk was also wearing the black Taoist robe of Mo Shuangshan. It was obvious that he had taken great care to tidy up his appearance and even pretended to have a Taoist bun on his head.
Holding a green ancient wooden whisk in his hand, he tried hard to look like an immortal.
But there is nothing we can do about Wang Liufu, the Immortal King, his overly muscular pot belly is really an eyesore. His ugly imitation attitude makes him look even less stylish than Ma Tishu who is beside Lao Jiang.
The image of Lao Wang.
It is really not suitable for such ethereal performances.
But this is just Jiang Xia's complaint.
No matter how clumsy Wang Liufu is, he is still a cultivator in the realm of truth and a legitimate disciple of an immortal sect. No one dares to look down on this group of travelers who have come to participate in the talent selection ceremony.
"Junior Brother Liuyun, I haven't seen you for a long time. Your Flowery Footwork is even more extraordinary."
Wang Liufu put down the wooden kite, waved his whisk, and talked to his fellow disciples with a smile. The female cultivator who had appeared from the sea of ​​flowers earlier had a blank expression on her face.
It is obvious that he doesn't like Wang Liufu very much.
But in front of outsiders, the sect's etiquette was indispensable, so he leaned forward slightly, holding the jade ruyi, and greeted Wang Liufu and said:
"Meet Uncle Wang."
"Forget it, don't be so polite."
Wang Liufu chuckled, glanced at the crowd, and exchanged glances with Jiang Xia and San Quezi as a greeting, then said to the female cultivator beside him:
"This Talent Selection Ceremony is such a big event, I thought your master would come personally."
"Master is behind the Golden Bridge."
There was something else in these words, which made the female cultivator twitch her lips. She replied sarcastically:
"Master is of noble status, so the matter of welcoming guests will be handled by disciples. It is true that I am not as diligent as my uncle who does everything personally."
"Click"
Wang Liufu's fake smile suddenly froze on his face.
Indeed, in terms of identity, Wang Liufu is a second-generation disciple of the sect and a direct disciple of Elder Sanbao. It is not appropriate for someone of his status to come to the mountain gate to welcome guests.
Unfortunately, Elder Wang has no disciples to send out.
So I have to do it myself, which is really sad.
The confrontation between the two men came to a brief halt. After all, it was not good to expose the sect's internal strife in front of outsiders. Wang Liufu simply pretended not to hear the sarcasm in Junior Brother Liuyun's words.
He turned around, coughed twice, waved the whisk in his hand, and said loudly:
"Everyone, keep quiet and listen to what I have to say."
The two hundred or so people on the jade stage suddenly fell silent, and all eyes were focused on Wang Liufu and the female cultivator behind him.
"Today is the talent selection ceremony for our Mo Shuang Mountain. We are going to select good talents for the sect. Our Mo Shuang Mountain is a pure cultivation sect and does not have too many red tape.
The ceremony begins now.
Everyone, please listen carefully. Anyone who enters the Jade Terrace can enter our sect through the Golden Bridge.
This is the first of the four methods for selecting talents.”
Wang Liufu pointed the ancient wooden whisk in his hand at the golden bridge across the sea of ​​clouds behind him, and said in a loud and full voice:
“The Golden Spirit Bridge is the magic weapon of my sect.
One can travel through heaven and earth, across the five continents, and can also measure spiritual roots and identify spiritual energy. Those who can cross the golden bridge within thirty breaths will be allowed to enter the second test.
If you can’t pass, it means your spiritual roots are insufficient, your destiny doesn’t match yours, and you have no chance to be with Mo Shuang Mountain.”
After saying.
He turned around and said to the nun behind him:
"Junior Brother, please preside over this. I will go to meet your master. Fellow Daoist Sanquezi and Great Wizard Manglin Wuhe, since you two are here to watch the ceremony, please follow me.
Don’t disturb others.”
After saying that, Wang Liufu stepped onto the wooden kite and was about to leave , but was stopped by the female cultivator behind him.
The female cultivator Liuyun said:
"Uncle Master, our sect's talent selection ceremony has long had rules that no one else is allowed to watch the ceremony. These two guests are not allowed to enter the sect."
"You are not allowed to watch the ceremony from the inner sect."
Seeing that his nephew was really ignorant, Wang Liufu also frowned and became impolite.
He waved his whisk and said:
"But today, it's not just you from the inner sect who are selecting talents. I invited the two Taoist friends to watch my outer sect's selection, nephew.
Shao Cao|My outer sect’s heart.
Do your job well. "
This time the scolding was not polite.
The female cultivator frowned, but Sanquezi and another old wizard from the Southern Wilderness, who was dressed in a very "primitive" manner and could not be distinguished as a man or a woman, ignored them.
They greeted Wang Liufu cheerfully, flew into the sea of ​​clouds on a wooden kite, and disappeared in front of everyone, talking and laughing.
"Who's called Jiang Xia?"
The female cultivator who was left here by Wang Liufu spent a few seconds to control her expression, then turned around and asked in a cold voice. Lao Jiang slowly raised his hand in the crowd and said:
"I am."
"You have been favored by the sect elders and have obtained the qualification to join. Why don't you leave with Uncle Wang? Why are you still staying here?"
The female cultivator Liuyun said without a trace of worldly airs:
"Could it be that you want to see others make a fool of themselves? Junior Brother Jiang, this is not the mentality that a cultivator of my generation should have."
“No, no.”
Jiang Xia ignored the envious and hateful looks around him.
He spoke calmly and calmly:
“This seal of entry was not given to me by the elders casually, but I won it myself. Some bastards who were eager to create chaos got the news from somewhere and spread the rumor everywhere.
They said that I, Jiangxia, had such good luck because of the protection of my ancestors and by going through the back door of Mo Shuang Mountain.
If we continue to let them pass it on, it will harm my reputation and the reputation of the Mo Shuang Mountain Sect.
That is how it is.
I will go with them to the sect's talent assessment to put an end to the rumors and protect the reputation of both parties. My personal reputation is small, but the reputation of the sect is a big deal.
Senior sister, am I right?"
Hearing this, the female cultivator Liuyun blinked her eyes.
At this moment, she felt that there was something wrong with Jiang Xia's brain.
But it was this guy himself who said in public that he did not want to be treated differently. If she did not allow it, it would appear that the sect was being unreasonable.
But keeping Jiang Xia in the sect was something that the master had decided on. Although the four methods of talent selection were not difficult, they were not simple either.
If Jiang Xia himself had no ability and insisted on pretending to be strong, he would be eliminated midway...
"Don't panic, disciple. Let him come."
Just as Liuyun was thinking, a gentle divine thought sounded in her sea of ​​consciousness, settling her mind. She immediately responded:
"Yes, Master."
The next moment, Liu Yun no longer paid attention to Jiang Xia. He waved the Ruyi in his hand and said to the people in front of him:
"Then everyone, cross the bridge. Each person is allowed one time. Don't waste time."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xia shrugged his shoulders, took Liu Hui, Ruyue and the limping bait rabbit girl, and was the first to walk into the mountain gate and step onto the golden bridge.
As he walked past the female cultivator who was scented with flowers, Jiang Xia suddenly whispered:
"You are Chu Qiao's senior sister, right?"
"Um?"
The female cultivator Liuyun did not look away.
He let out a sound from his nose, as if he was too lazy to say more to Jiang Xia.
Although Wang Liufu had not introduced her in detail before, looking at the posture of this female cultivator emerging from the sea of ​​flowers and her elegant figure in every aspect, she was really good at pretending.
He is exactly the same as Chu Qiao.
They were definitely taught by the same master.
"Let's get closer in the future."
Jiang Xia was too lazy to say more to this pretentious woman. He left a meaningful message and then stepped forward, swaggering across the bridge deck woven with golden light.
It looks like a suspension bridge hanging in the air without any support, but in fact it is very stable and does not shake at all, just like walking on flat ground.
Jiang Xia could feel a resistance, but it was not enough to stop him from moving forward.
He was even in the mood to light a cigarette. On the Golden Bridge over the Sea of ​​Clouds, he asked Ruyue to take a photo of him with her prosthetic eye, and the photo was transmitted to the Wasteland Gang's communication frequency band.
"Boss is so handsome! This bridge and the sea of ​​clouds are so beautiful. I also want to practice Taoism... woooo..."
Jasmine's sad voice was the first to echo.
They arrived earlier than Jiang Xia and were now resting in the outer side peak of Mo Shuang Mountain.
But Jiang Xia and others left easily.
But that doesn't mean everything went smoothly for others. The few mortals who crossed the bridge after Jiang Xia were sweating all over after just two steps, their bodies swaying as they grabbed the golden light on the edge of the bridge.
My legs are shaking.
"You don't have enough spiritual roots. It's useless to try again. Let's retreat."
Liuyun, a female cultivator standing by the mountain gate, shook her head and waved her hand gently, and then sent the two exhausted people out of the jade platform. Immediately, cries of pain and wailing echoed, causing sighs from the crowd.
Kumu Realm is a large spiritual world with a very high concentration of spiritual energy.
There are also many people with the talent for cultivation. According to Wang Liufu, about one-third of the mortals in the entire Kumu Realm have spiritual roots.
This is already impressive.
Unfortunately, two-thirds of people will end up being .
Moreover, for cultivation, having spiritual roots does not mean anything. It is not even a starting point. At best, it is just a qualification for cultivating immortals.
"What's wrong with you?"
Ten breaths later, Lao Jiang had already quickly run across the golden bridge. At the starting point, the female cultivator Liuyun frowned and looked at a little fat man wearing Southern Wilderness clothes in front of her.
She said:
"You have spiritual light and have reached the Qi training stage, so why are you walking so slowly?"
The pale-faced little fat man grabbed the golden light at his hand and moved forward step by step, not daring to lower his head to look at the rolling sea of ​​clouds below.
He raised his head awkwardly, smiled at the nun, and whispered:
"I...I'm afraid of heights."
"There is only thirty seconds left."
Liuyun looked at him speechlessly and said faintly:
"If you can't get through it, no matter how talented you are, it's over."
"ah."
The little fat boy was so excited by these words that he simply closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
He screamed and cried loudly, and crawled to the other side of the golden bridge. Judging from his running speed, it seemed that he was not affected by the resistance of the golden bridge at all.
This shows that his talent for cultivation is higher than Lao Jiang's.
Liuyun watched the little fat boy running away screaming, and she was speechless.
"The Talent Selection Ceremony has just begun, why are there so many weirdos? If we let them all join, the sect will be very lively in the future."