Three days later, Wuling Valley.

It's not a good weather today.

The rain was falling heavily, giving people a chilly spring feeling.

The Wuling Valley in the distance seems to not belong to this world and is isolated from the outside.

Not a drop of rain fell into it.

Li Ping'an held Lao Niu's hand and smiled.

Wuling Valley, nice, really nice~

"Hey, don't tell me, this Wuling Valley is really spectacular."

In front of the mountain gate of Wuling Valley, hundreds of monks from all over the world have gathered.

Chang Qing was just called over by several fellow disciples.

Li Ping'an took the old cow and turned it around.

"Hey, it's people from Huailu Academy who are here!"

"Huailu Academy?"

"...."

Everyone followed the sound, and the crowd automatically separated into a path.

This time, Huailu Academy was led by the famous Confucian Master Zhong.

Followed by several disciples.

"Is that Jing Yu?"

"Well, you are already in the fifth level at a young age, so you have to be more careful."

The elders of each family are urging their younger ones.

Jing Yu is the one with the highest cultivation and qualifications among the younger generation at Huailu Academy, and is highly regarded by various schools.

Behind Jing Yu, there were several young men and women.

Two of the girls are very good-looking.

The woman on the right is dressed in white and stands gracefully.

There is an aura of a scholarly family between his eyebrows. Even in plain clothes, he gives people a fairy-like feeling.

The woman on the left is completely different, with a confident and calm expression.

His eyes were bent into crescent shapes, looking around.

She is dressed in green and has curvy figures.

Wearing a long sword, his bright eyes shone with a strange light.

Behind the two women, there was a chubby young man holding a piece of cake in his hand.

The appearance is very lovable.

As soon as these people appeared, it caused widespread discussion.

"The woman in white is called Zhao Ling'er. She is a younger generation disciple of Huailu Academy. She is very talented and has now reached the third level."

"The woman in green is called Aria. She is not from the Central Plains. She comes from the same place as Zhao Ling'er, and her cultivation level has also reached the third level."

"Where's the little fat guy behind you?"

"I'm not very familiar with it, but it seems to have been in the newspaper before."

"Oh? Because of what?"

"It seems like he fell into a latrine and stayed there for a day and a night."

"Talent!!"

"Yes, the younger generation of Huailu Academy should not be underestimated."

"Master Dharma Hui has arrived!!"

With a loud shout.

I saw a dozen monks wearing cassocks walking from a distance.

Changqing lifted up his pants and hurriedly blended in.

"Master, uncle!"

"That person is Chang Qing, the leader of the new generation of Buddhism. He has profound attainments in Buddhism and is called a saint!"

"The Heavenly Master from Longhu Mountain has arrived!!"

An old Taoist priest walked out of the crowd, walking in a square step, and he seemed quite imposing.

Next to him was a young man who looked a little dull.

Wearing a gray short shirt, exposing his tendons.

Although Longhu Mountain was defeated, its heritage remains.

And it is said that Master Tian accepted a very talented disciple.

"Why do you look so stupid?" someone whispered.

"That's right, it looks like someone doing farm work and not like a practitioner."

"It seems to be called...Qin Shi!!"

Qin Shi couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed as he followed the old Heavenly Master.

........

"The Yan family of Nanguo Duke's mansion!"

"Is there someone from the Nanguo Duke's Mansion too?"

"Well, it is said that Yan Shisan, a concubine of the Duke of Nanguo, was accepted as a disciple by the great scholar Zhang Tai."

Yan Jingyang and Yan Shisan followed their father and brother.

After seeing each other for several years, Li Ping'an still remembered the first time he met Yan Jingyang.

Relying on his status as a disciple of the Duke of Nanguo, he acted recklessly.

Nowadays, Yan Jingyang is much calmer, but the resentment towards Yan Shisan continues unabated.

Yan Shisan is no longer the Yan Shisan he was before, ever since he solved his knot with the help of Li Ping'an.

His cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, and he even became a disciple of the great scholar Zhang Tai.

He is no longer from the same world as Yan Jingyang.

"Don't tell me, Yan Shisan is quite heroic."

"Yeah yeah."

Seeing that everyone around him was focusing their attention on Yan Shisan, Yan Jingyang secretly clenched his fists.

...........

Ding ding ding ding~

The crisp ringing sound hits my ears.

A woman in pink clothes walked prancingly among the crowd.

"Ling'er, please slow down."

Wang Yi, who has grown up behind him, couldn't help shouting.

"Slow down, don't get lost."

The blacksmith Lao Mo smoked a dry cigarette and followed silently.

He still had that dead fish face, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

"Master, this is Wuling Mountain, the ancient capital. It is truly spectacular."

Wang Yi, who had stayed at Yumen Pass for more than ten years, looked at the surrounding scenery and felt like a poor boy entering the city.

"If it looks good, look at it more. You will have to fight with someone later. You can only win, not lose!"

Otherwise, don’t even think about marrying my daughter.”

Wang Yi scratched his head and smiled.

Lao Mo snorted and strode forward, minding his own business.

Wang Yi looked around, looking for the figures of Zhao Ling'er, Aria, and Pang Jun.

At first, the four of them came all the way from the four towns in Anbei to Huailu Academy in the capital, escorted by Li Ping'an.

As a result, Wang Yi was not admitted, and the other three stayed at Huailu Academy.
To be continued...