Song of Adolescence

Sikong Changfeng looked at the disciple of Bai Xiaotang very seriously, and the disciple of Bai Xiaotang also answered him very seriously: "I don't know."

"This list was set by the hall master, but he did not explain to us who Mo Yi is on that list."

Sikong Changfeng turned around, picked up the spear, and slowly said, "I see."

"The hall master also left a special sentence to Xueyue City. He said that if Xueyue Sword Immortal had not suffered this serious injury, he would definitely be able to win the championship.

"Injured, the Second City Lord was seriously injured?" Although the disciples saw Li Hanyi fainting, they didn't know that the injury was so serious.

"I see, let him see me free." Sikong Changfeng walked straight forward.

At the same time that this roll of gold list arrived at Xueyue City, countless magnates all greeted those envoys with hats.

Lei Yunhe, the current acting head of Leimen, took the list, tapped his finger on the table beside him lightly, and looked at the Baixiaotang disciple below the stage: "Why is there no my name on this list? What?"

The disciple drank a sip of tea and said respectfully: "The hall master said, Senior Lei has been in the realm for a long time, and now he has reentered the Xiaoyao Heavenly realm. That day, he even drew with Zhao Yuzhen on Qingcheng Mountain. But Zhao Yuzhen stayed. Senior has already used all his strength. But it is inevitable to return to the top. It only takes time, not to mention the top rankings, but also to enter the top three."

"It sounds good. But on this list, there are two in Xueyue City, one in Tang Sect, and I don't have Lei Jiabao alone. Isn't it a bit of a loss?" Lei Yunhe still looked calm and couldn't see his anger.

"The hall master also said that Senior Lei Hong can be called a sword fairy in terms of strength. It's just that he lacks a good sword, so he can't make it to the 100 soldiers list and the top ranking list."

"Yeah, so I think there should be two people in Leijiapu who are on the top of the list? But, who else in the world knows except you and me? It's still shameful." Lei Yunhe sighed, "I don't know this gold list, why Will you change the list when?"

"Three months later." Bai Xiaotang disciple replied slowly.

Lei Yunhe raised his eyebrows: "Three months later? This time I change the rankings, but I have been waiting for four years."

"That's what the hall master said."

Lei Yunhe still knocked on the table unhurriedly, and said softly, "It seems that I have to go to my old relative's house once for that kid."

"But who is this Mo Yi?"

In a small temple in the wild, a middle-aged Confucian in white clothes is sitting there reading a book and drinking tea, a little Taoist boy sits with his eyes closed to raise his breath, and a young man holding a peach wood sword in the courtyard is sweating the sword. Suddenly he turned his sword and pointed straight at the temple gate: "Who?"

A man wearing a hat is standing there holding a roll of golden silk.

Xie Xuan put down the book: "Baixiaotang?"

When Li Fansong heard this name and saw the golden brocade in that person's hand, he suddenly thought of a long-lost word: "Golden Bang?"

The man nodded, walked forward and handed over the gold list.

Li Fansong walked to Xie Xuan and Feixuan to open the list. After watching for a while, he said excitedly: "I, I, I, I'm on the Liangyu list!"

Feixuan glanced at it and said disdainfully, "What's so great, Lei Wujie is ahead of you."

Li Fansong glanced over the list again, saw Wuxin's name in the first place, and was taken aback for a moment: "The monk last time was so powerful, before the big disciple of Xueyuecheng. There is also this Wuxin city. Wushuang, I’ve never heard of it before. Forget it, wait, it’s not over yet. The top spot! This time there is a top spot!"

Even Xie Xuan couldn't help but looked over: "Ji Ruofeng won the championship?"

"Master, Master, you are on the top of the list! Number four!" Li Fansong said excitedly.

However, Xie Xuan did not look at his name at all. Instead, he saw the end directly, and muttered: "The top two Baili Dongjun, Luo Qingyang. The top one, Mo Yi. This Mo Who is the clothes?"

In an empty restaurant, a man with a hat was sitting there drinking wine, and a huge sword was placed beside him. The restaurant was very noisy an hour ago, but now it is extremely quiet. Except for the trembling shopkeeper and Xiao Er, there is no one else in the restaurant.

Until another person wearing a hat came in.

The shopkeeper hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade: "Guguan, the shop temporarily..."

The man ignored him, and walked straight to the man drinking in the corner, and sat down in front of him: "Anger Sword Xianyan Zhantian."

Yan Zhantian did not look up: "Believe it or not, I killed you."

The man shook his head slightly: "The hall master said that you don't have many friends, but he counts one."

"That guy is still alive? Is he looking for something to do with me?" Yan Zhantian did not refute.

The man put a roll of golden silk on the table: "The gold list has been released, I am here to inform seniors."

Yan Zhantian finally raised his head slightly, reached out his hand to take the Jin Bang, he opened it, and after a slight glance, he sneered.

The Sword Breaking Army was unsheathed instantly.

Also resheath instantly.

The gold list is broken into pieces.

The person from Baixiaotang stood up and bowed his head slightly: "Senior farewell." Then he turned and left.

"Stop." Yan Zhantian called him, with a vaguely murderous intent, "Who is Mo Yi?"

The desolate land of the west.

A desert stretches for hundreds of miles.

There is a lonely city standing proudly, few people can step into this city, even if it takes a lot of courage to walk down this city.

There was a person standing there, the gate was not closed. In fact, the city has not had a gate for a long time. But he did not intend to walk in. Without the permission of the city lord, no one would enter this city without authorization, even if the Brewmaster Baili Dongjun arrived here, it would be no exception.

After a long time, a tall and thin man in a gray robe came out, with a very long sword hanging from his waist. This sword is not included in the sword book, but it is more famous than many swords in the sword book-Long Sword Jiuge. This person is naturally Luo Qingyang, the lonely sword fairy.

The visitor threw the gold list in his hand, Luo Qingyang reached out to catch it, opened it slowly, put away the gold list in his hand, and walked into the city. The visitors immediately turned their heads and left the city.

From beginning to end, neither of them said a word.

Apocalypse City.

Jinbang does not comment on Tianqi Chaotang, but Tianqi Chaotang is still very interested in Jinbang. The messenger of Baixiaotang did not step into the apocalypse, but the imitation gold list had already been spread in the apocalypse. It flowed into the Lanyuehou Mansion, into the Honghe Temple, even into the imperial palace, and into the Qin Tianjian.

There was a gold list beside Qi Tianchen.

He remembered something, something that he was about to forget.

At that time, he was still a teenager, traveling with his elderly master. On the way, they saw a child in a small county town. A child was sitting there, with a sign hanging on the edge, and a small wrapped quilt beside it, with four simple words written on it: "Selling oneself to bury one's relatives."

Hearing from the audience, the little quilt wrapped in the little quilt is the younger sister of the child who has died of illness. He wanted to bury him well, but without the money, he wanted to sell himself and used that money to bury his sister. But that year was a famine year, and there were refugees everywhere. If it was a girl, she could sell it to a brothel in the big city after she bought it for a few years. But for a boy, buying it back would add a lot of burden. Many, but didn't really come forward to talk to the boy.

The boy stood there, looking up, looking a little lonely.

Master stopped, Qi Tianchen was a little confused. They met a lot of refugees along the way. They were even more miserable and countless. Master's way of cultivation is a great way. How can ordinary people's suffering come into his eyes? The master watched for a long time, and finally nodded: "It's so basic."

It turned out that what Master was interested in was his cultivating aptitude.

The master slowly stepped forward and squatted down in front of the boy. That day, the master wore a purple-robed celestial robes, and his whole body was spotless, and with his white beard and hair, he looked like a **** in the eyes of ordinary people. The boy looked at him with very clear eyes: "Are you... a fairy?"

"I am not a god, I am just an ordinary person." The master said lightly.

"The old man, do you want to buy me?" the boy continued to ask.

"I can help you bury your sister, but I won't buy you. But you will be my apprentice and follow me to practice."

"Cultivation? Is it to become a god?"

"This is not accurate, but you are still young, so you can understand it first."

"It is said that the Taoist priest is very powerful. I will cultivate the Taoism later, can I save my sister?"

"I can't do it, and I haven't seen anyone who can do this. But you will be better than me in the future, and much better. I'm not as good as you, so naturally I don't have the right to say whether it's OK."

"Okay." The boy nodded. "I promise you."

The master finally laughed. He rarely stretched out his hand and touched the boy's somewhat messy hair: "Well, starting today, you will be my disciple. What is your name."

The boy didn't answer right away. He wiped his sleeves, respectfully knocked his head and raised his head, and finally said, "Master, the disciple's name is Mo Yi."