Let me count your fate!

Ling Shuyi also took a bite, and said to it: "Yuanbao, have you heard of Xuantian Palace? I thought that place only lived in the records, but I didn't expect it to be true. Do you think Xuantian Palace is full of That kind of big bird? Are there other big birds? Can they all take shape? What is the difference between the descendants of gods and real gods?" He asked a series of questions, extremely curious.

But Yuan Bao is a bird and not a human being, so he cannot communicate with him at all.

"There is also the destined young palace master that mother said, what kind of person will he be? Is he also a big bird?" Ling Shuyi finished eating the brown sugar cake and lay down on the rock to bask lazily in the sun. With a clear mind, he is curious about new things and does not reject them. Even if he finds out that the Young Palace Mistress is not his destined daughter-in-law, it is only a pity that he forgets it after a while. Yuan Bao walks on his chest with his little paws. "But it will take two years to see him, and he still has to pass the test?" As if thinking of something, Yuan Bao suddenly sat up, unprepared for a moment, rolling along his body like a ball and falling to the ground Ling Shuyi quickly picked it up, kneaded and puffed and apologized, and then said with a sad face: "If you have to pass the test and go to Xuantian Palace to form a contract according to what mother said, wouldn't you have to Promoted to a high-level disciple within two years?"

"It's too difficult, it's impossible to do it at all...Could it be..." He suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and said suspiciously: "My father cried and begged my mother to make it up to lie to me? There is no mystery at all. What about Tiangong? They just want me to feel that I have a heavy responsibility to study hard and be promoted to a high-level disciple as soon as possible? It’s too treacherous!” It made sense to think so, and then lay back to comfort myself: “Yes, fake It’s fake, there is no Xuantian Palace, it’s all a lie.” But Yuan Bao didn’t notice that Yuan Bao stared at him for a long time, as if lost in thought.

The next day, Ling Shuyi ran to the morning class vigorously, and all the disciples under Ling Yan's sect changed their normal routine and asked each other, "Shuyi, are you feeling better?"

Another person said: "Shu Yi, the master taught me a new technique, I wrote it down on paper, you can copy it!"

Then they chattered: "Shuyi Shuyi, Uncle Chai came over yesterday and said that a juggling troupe came to the town down the mountain. Master said that he can go down and play for an hour. Let's go together?"

"Shuyi! The kitchen made jade soup at noon today. I ran fast. Let me help you get a bowl."

Ling Shuyi was overwhelmed, he didn't understand how it had only been a few days, how did everyone's attitude towards him change so much, seeing Qi Geng standing behind and making noises, he pulled him out of the door and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with everyone?"

Qi Geng said: "You're stupid, of course it's because of Cheng Yu, although the master won't tell you, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that he has practiced forbidden techniques, and if you think about it carefully, he was the one who took the lead in isolating you before, now everyone Now that you can tell right from wrong, you must feel sorry, but it’s no surprise that you suddenly become concerned.”

Ling Shuyi blinked, then slowly grinned and said, "Really?"

Qi Geng said: "Of course it is true."

Ling Shuyi never took the past matters to heart, let alone isolated him because of his fellow disciples, now he put up his airs with apology, and was about to jump up happily after hearing Qi Geng's words, hurried into the room, and asked excitedly That person: "Is there really a juggling troupe? Is there a boulder in the chest?!"

"There are some. Uncle Chai said there are some who can breathe fire from their mouths!"

"Really!" A group of half-grown children gathered around again, discussing the juggling troupe in full swing, only one person was out of place, sitting quietly at the low table and sighing, unable to read the book even if he wanted to, after a while, Someone seemed to poke him on the back, turned his head, and just met a pair of shining eyes, Ling Shuyi asked curiously: "What are you doing?"

Zhiliang smiled dryly, then lowered his head again: "It's nothing, I'm just a little worried about Cheng Yu, I don't know what's going on with him."

Ling Shuyi thought: It should be, after all, Cheng Yu and Zhiliang have been close since childhood, no matter how Cheng Yu treats him, he treats Zhiliang pretty well.After thinking for a while, he said, "It's okay. If something happened to him, the master must have informed the people of the Qiubai family. Now that the elders of the Qiubai family have not gone up the mountain, they should still be recovering."

Zhiliang nodded, and said again: "Shuyi, what do you think Master and Grandpa Tianshi will do with Cheng Yu? Yes, will they execute him?"

"How is that possible!" Ling Shuyi said: "I think Master will force out the evil energy in his body first, and then drive him out of Juling Palace. After all, you also know that practicing forbidden techniques is a big taboo, and grandpa must not keep it." Him." Jian Zhiliang's eyes dimmed again, and he said: "But it's good that others are fine, after all, it is easy to be backlashed by improper cultivation, in the future when he returns to the Qiubai family, you can still be friends, so you don't have to worry. "

Zhiliang was clear in his heart, forced a smile and said: "Thank you for your calligraphy, before... I knew Cheng Yu was very dangerous, and I asked you to help... I didn't think about your comfort, I'm really sorry."

Ling Shuyi waved his hand and said carelessly, "It's all right, don't worry about it, anyway, I'm fine now."

"Sit down quickly! Master is here!"

After a while, Ling Yan really came in, and said straight to the point: "Three days later, at Maoshi, Ling Xiaoyan, the spell trial."

Everyone was in an uproar and hurriedly asked: "Master, didn't Master just go down the mountain for a trial a few days ago? Why are you going to try again so soon?"

Ling Yan frowned, took a bronzing invitation from his cuff, and said, "This is an invitation from Xuantian Palace."

Everyone was shocked, they looked at it together, and there was a lot of discussion, they said in surprise: "Master, master! Is it the legendary Xuantian Palace? It's in the misty illusion?"

"I know, I know, my dad has been there and said it's like a fairyland."

"What's like a fairyland? That's a fairyland. Master, didn't Xuantian Palace invite high-level disciples in the past? Show us, yes, to stimulate us to practice more?"

Someone whispered: "Where is the master irritating me, he slapped me, and I have to practice kung fu obediently." After saying this, everyone burst into laughter, Ling Yan had helplessness in his eyes, and coughed sternly, waiting for everyone to be quiet He came down and said, "This year is different. In addition to ten high-level disciples, five middle-level disciples and three low-level disciples were also invited. As for how to choose these three disciples, it will be determined from the results of your trials. "

Ling Yan left after finishing speaking, leaving behind a group of disciples to discuss again, and even Zhiliang joined in with great interest. On the contrary, this time Ling Shuyi bowed his head and remained silent. It's all true..."