Chapter 382 Qingyun Test (Additional Update)

He carefully checked the operation of each part of the formation, feeling the spiritual energy and evil spirit of heaven and earth slowly gathering in the formation, which was continuously gathering towards Qingyun Mountain, and he could not help but nodded.

"Yes, Not Bad."

Suddenly, Murong Ji's pupils shrank, and he felt a consciousness that wanted to communicate with him.

He frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then went to look for the source of that consciousness. When he looked down, he saw that it was extending from under his feet.

Suddenly I thought of the hollow cave at the foot of Tongtian Peak.

Murong Ji's face couldn't help but look a little solemn. Didn't he train that consciousness into a weapon spirit? And it was still on Lu Xueqi's wrist!
Thinking of this, Murong Ji jumped up and headed towards Xiaozhu Peak.

When he opened Lu Xueqi's door, he saw her looking at a document. Murong Ji walked over and took a quick look, but he didn't see the Qiankun Circle.

"Xueqi, do you still remember that Qiankun Circle?"

Lu Xueqi raised her head, a little confused, then reacted and looked at her wrist, but she didn't know when it had fallen off? !
The two looked at each other and knew what it was, but at this moment, they were speechless.

After a long time, Murong Ji said, "It's okay, just follow fate."

Lu Xueqi nodded and handed over a booklet, "This is the list of candidates who will take the Qingyun exam."

Murong Ji took a quick look. The Qingyun Trial had been going on for ten years, so there must be someone who didn't know about it. A quick look showed that there were nearly 10,000 people on the list.

If only one tenth were selected, that would be nearly a thousand people. Murong Ji didn't feel much about it. The specific situation would depend on the people who were selected.

In the following days, all his disciples were called up. Murong Ji stood on Dazhu Peak and looked towards Tongtian Peak, where a road leading up the mountain was being built.

Similar to Tianyin Temple.

Murong Ji lowered his head slightly. He remembered that the location was the main route for the army of monsters to attack the mountain back then.

Raising his head slightly, Murong Ji saw a man flying over on a sword from Tongtian Peak.

"Junior Brother Murong, long time no see."

"Brother Chang Jian."

After the two of them greeted each other, Chang Jian didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "Senior Brother Murong, Junior Brother Xiaofan, there is news."

Murong Ji was stunned. Zhang Xiaofan finally showed up!
After receiving the message from Chang Jian, Zhang Xiaofan appeared in Qilidong in southern Xinjiang, and then went to Huqi Mountain.

When Murong Ji came to his senses, he found that Chang Jian had left.

"No matter what, if he really needs my help, he should come to Qingyun Mountain now."

Without thinking any more, he turned around and went back to the house.

Four months later, the road from the foot of Qingyun Mountain to the top of Tongtian Peak was built. It meandered up the mountain like a giant snake climbing up.

March of the following year.

Just at the beginning of the month, not long after the New Year, some disciples arrived at the foot of Qingyun Mountain and gathered in Heyang City.

Every time there are a thousand people, the pass at the foot of Qingyun Mountain will be opened, and those who can climb up the mountain will be required to do so within a limited time. If they can meet the first standard, the elders will check their bones and meridians to see if there are any signs of cultivation.

This point is mainly aimed at the children of aristocratic families.

When one reaches the Shangqing realm, it is common to be able to tell what kind of skills one has practiced by probing the meridians.

Murong Ji stood in the square, looking at the crowd below gradually climbing up the mountain, and he agreed in his heart that climbing a mountain was very easy for a cultivator.

But for mortals who have not practiced cultivation, Qingyun Mountain is full of difficulties and dangers.

Without perseverance, you will never be able to finish it within the specified time. If you are physically weak, there will be special personnel at the foot of the mountain to help you adjust the samples.

Murong Ji's twenty or so disciples do this.

Looking around, most of the people walking in the front were from aristocratic families, and among them there were even families he was familiar with, such as the Shi family.

Murong Ji stretched lazily. In the current situation, no matter it is Qingyun Sect, Fenxiang Valley or Tianyin Temple.

They are all developing in their own ways. The three major sects have a profound foundation, and in terms of martial arts alone, they are far ahead of other sects.

Nowadays, Fenxiang Valley is closed, and no one knows what is going on inside. As for Tianyin Temple, it seems that they are not fighting or competing, but their way of accepting disciples is very open-minded.

Now, if Qingyun Sect is a step slower, it will be beaten in the future.

"Junior Brother Murong, I wonder if you have any thoughts on accepting a disciple during this Qingyun Exam?"

Murong Ji glanced at Peng Chang, shook his head, and sat on the chair next to Peng Chang. "No, I have so many disciples, I can't manage them all."

Peng Chang sighed, "I still want to send people to your place."

Murong Ji's mouth twitched, "I say, Senior Brother Peng Chang, Dazhu Peak has nothing we need, why send it here? To do hard labor?"

Peng Chang suddenly felt too lazy to pay attention to Murong Ji. It was true that Dazhu Peak had a small population, but it was nonsense to say that there were no resources.

After a quick glance, he saw that it would take some time for the people at the foot of the mountain to catch up, so he simply chatted with Murong Ji.

Time passed quickly, and as the bell rang, Murong Ji checked the last disciple who had completed the trial and patted that person on the shoulder.

"Not bad, young man. What's your name?"

"Senior, my name is Mu Huaizheng." Murong Ji paused suddenly, and looked up in surprise. Judging from the child's pale and thin face and body, he must be a disciple from a farming family.

I just looked at his qualifications, they are indeed good, with no signs of cultivation.

"Mu Huaizheng."

Murong Ji repeated his name again. He just asked casually and found out the first disciple of Dazhu Peak? ! !

"Well, let's go down." Murong Ji nodded and signaled Chang Qingfeng to take him to Qingyun Villa.

It was a courtyard built on the mountainside, away from the main road, during the great beast and demon calamity. Now it has been renovated and has become the residence for the new disciples of Qingyun Sect.

Murong Ji left with his hands behind his back, "Brother Peng Chang, I'm going home first."

After returning to Dazhu Peak, Murong Ji looked up Mu Huaizheng's information and confirmed that he was undoubtedly a farmer's son, but his father was a poor scholar who escaped the disaster of monsters and the battle between good and evil.

But it is impossible to avoid the cold winter and the hot summer.

This Qingyun Examination can be regarded as an attempt at institutional reform, and all the people in Qingyun Sect attach great importance to it.

Murong Ji had been on the job at Tongtian Peak Square for three months when the preliminary selection was just completed.

The list of people who registered at the foot of the mountain showed more than 20,000 people, more than twice the number of people initially submitted.

Not many people were selected, only more than 1,500. Murong Ji directly eliminated anyone who showed signs of spiritual practice in their bodies.

Next, the practice assessment and quality observation began in Qingyun Villa.

Murong Ji casually flipped open a book of martial arts. It was a simplified version of the first and second levels of Yuqing martial arts, which was full of loopholes. It also contained a set of sword techniques, which were the most basic things of Qingyun Sect.

"They will spend the next six months in this Qingyun Courtyard to see how he behaves, his cultivation achievements, and so on."

Listening to Zeng Shushu's words, Murong Ji was somewhat speechless. How long does it take to recognize a person? Can you determine what a person is like in half a year? Nonsense.

"I'd better wait for the results of the investigation by the Discipline Hall and the Peace Hall."

In this era, it is very difficult to investigate a person's background. For a farmer's son, you can just ask about his living environment, but what about a son from an aristocratic family? There are many people who appear to be glamorous on the surface, but are actually thieves and prostitutes behind the scenes.

Thinking of this, Murong Ji suddenly remembered something, looked at Zeng Shushu and said, "Now that you have been the abbot for so many years, you can't mess around."

Zeng Shushu immediately became unwilling, "How could I be fooling around? For the past twenty years, I have been working diligently and conscientiously."

Murong Ji then took up the topic and said, "So, you want to enjoy yourself?"

Zeng Shushu: "I...what do I enjoy? Am I that kind of person?!"

Murong Ji rolled his eyes, looking at him with disdain, "So, accept a young, beautiful, delicate and lovely apprentice? Then..."

"Bah! Murong Ji! You are worthy of being the one who can draw "The Record of the Goddess"! You can even think of such a dirty thing! No matter how unreliable and lustful I am, can't I marry a wife?!"

Murong Ji nodded, "Just be sensible."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zeng Shushu smiled and said, "However, it's not bad to have a beautiful disciple to dazzle your eyes, hehe."

Murong Ji: "..."

"Have fun by yourself, I'm going back."

Zeng Shushu grabbed Murong Ji and said, "Wait! Wait! Why are you so anxious? Look over there! Look quickly!"

Murong Ji turned around and saw Chang Qingqing and Chang Qingfeng sneaking into the grove...

The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and facing Zeng Shushu's playful eyes, Murong Ji jumped out and flew towards the forest.

Zeng Shushu muttered something and followed.

As soon as Murong Ji landed, he saw the senior brother deep in the jungle, with his hands behind his back, looking ahead quietly. Murong Ji walked forward, "Senior Brother."

Song Daren nodded and his eyes fell forward again.

Murong Ji looked up and saw Chang Qingqing and Chang Qingfeng fighting each other. The Kanglong Mace and the Momei Sword kept colliding, and the five elements magic flew everywhere.

With endless sword energy bursting out, the battle between the two was extremely fierce, but neither of them killed the other.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, "Big Brother, they are..."

Song Daren said in a deep voice: "Back then, the master asked you to accept them as disciples, but you didn't decide their rank, so they came here naturally based on their abilities."

"When I found out, I was shocked and angry, but in the end I thought, let them be."

Zeng Shushu stood on the other side of Song Daren, watching with great interest, "Good fellow, Murong Ji, you are really good. These two disciples are outstanding among their peers."

Murong Ji did not reply, but frowned slightly. Both of them had flaws and their foundation was not solid enough. Especially Chang Qingfeng, who was anxious to break through and failed to achieve a complete breakthrough.

"Qingfeng lost."

Song Daren and Zeng Shushu were both startled. They turned to look at Murong Ji, but saw that he was frowning and looked unhappy, so they felt helpless.

"Seventh Brother, your request is really a bit high."

(End of this chapter)