At night, the full moon is high and the stars are dotted.
But among the stars and rivers, there are nine colors of thunder lingering in them, especially dazzling.
"There is a vision in the sky, and there must be a divine body coming."
On the mainland of Kyushu, at the top of the royal city, an old man in gold stood with his hands down and looked up at the night sky.
Behind him, there are tens of thousands of imperial city experts, half kneeling on the ground neatly, as if waiting for some order.
Suddenly, the thunder gathered and turned into a nine-color divine thunder, which fell from the nine stars.
In an instant, the night turned into day, and before the thunder fell, the earth began to rumble and tremble violently.
But when the nine-color divine thunder came into contact with the mainland, it did not cause terrible damage and disappeared out of thin air.
At the same time, the earth was once again shrouded in darkness, and the bright night sky was also a lot dimmed, as if some essence had been withdrawn, restoring the calm of the past.
But at the moment, the old man's eyes were extremely bright, and even his excited body was trembling. He pointed to the whereabouts of the thunderbolt and said, "In Qingzhou, all the children coming tonight, bring me back to the imperial city!"
The thunderous answer resounded across the sky. Tens of thousands of imperial city experts went to Qingzhou, vowing to find the divine body for the use of the emperor.
Time has passed, and five years have passed in a twinkling of an eye. Although people still remember the shocking scene of that year, no one knows what the Emperor Daodao did.
Qinglong Sect is one of the numerous sects in Kyushu and Qingzhou.
Today, it is the time for the Qinglong Sect to recruit disciples once a year. There are many people outside the Qinglong Sect.
However, at this time, the most busy is the outside disciples. All the reception of the sect is on their head.
External disciples are laborious and don't please others. Not to mention their low status in the sect, even outsiders despise them.
The reason is very simple. Those who are outside of the school will be despised because of their poor qualifications.
"Hey, what's your attitude? Do you know who I am?" A gorgeous woman, with a boy, pointed at a young man and scolded loudly.
"I'm really sorry, it's getting late, and the Zong Clan will be closed, so you two should come back tomorrow." The young man's delicate face is still young, but there is a touch of heroism between his eyebrows.
His name is Chu Feng, 15 years old, and he is one of tens of thousands of outside disciples of the Qinglong Sect.
However, as an outsider disciple, Chu Feng is different from others. He has no inferior inferiority complex, no self-destruction, and is not afraid to treat everyone.
"Come back tomorrow, do you think I'm an idiot? Where do you want our mother and son to live?"
"You must arrange a place for me, or I will go to your elders to argue." The woman reluctantly grabbed Chu Feng's skirt.
"Chu Fengdi, are you in trouble?" But just then, a sweet voice suddenly sounded.
Looking fixedly, a girl in purple was coming. Although she was smiling, her sharp eyes were staring at the woman tightly.
When she saw the girl, the woman's face suddenly changed, and a strong fear emerged.
Not because of anything else, but because the girl wears purple robes, which is the sign of the inner disciples.
The woman secretly shouted that she was not good. She thought her identity could make the young man difficult.
It never occurred to me that this inconspicuous young man had an inner disciple as the backstage. That was the existence she could not afford.
"Nothing, nothing. I just asked the little brother about something." The woman smiled and explained.
The girl first glared at her, then said only one word: "Go away."
At this moment, the woman's body could not help shaking, and her face had turned black.
However, she did not hesitate. She took the boy and walked away quickly. In a panic, she fell a somersault and was extremely embarrassed.
Seeing this, Chu Feng shook her head helplessly, and then saluted the girl beside her: "Thank you, Senior Sister Chu Yue."
"You are welcome to tell me, we are a family." Chu Yue was a little unhappy.
She is right. Chu Feng and she are really a family. They are from the same family, the Chu family.
This Chuyue is the cousin of Chufeng's second uncle's family, only one year older than Chufeng.
However, Chu Yue passed the internal examination three years ago and became an internal disciple. Now she is an expert in the four aspects of Lingwu.
"The rules of the sect should always be observed," Chu Feng said with a brilliant smile.
"Alas" However, looking at such a Chu Feng, Chu Yue was sad: "Brother Chu Feng, have you not participated in the internal examination this year? Have you not reached the three levels of Lingwu?"
Chu Feng did not answer, but still smiled. Nobody knew what he meant.
As seen, Chu Yue took a brocade bag from her waist and put it in Chu Feng's hand: "Refining it may help you break through the triple."
Chu Feng opened the brocade bag, and immediately a compelling aura came out. A finger-sized, glittering and translucent fairy grass was lying on its back.
"Sister Chuyue, this is too expensive for me to take." Chu Feng hurriedly returned it to Chuyue.
Fairy grass is the holy medicine for cultivating martial arts. It is extremely valuable. It has endless effects on martial arts practitioners within the Lingwu realm.
In order to promote their cultivation quickly, the Chu family will subsidize each of them with a fairy grass every year.
I think Chuyue is also subsidized by the family, but Chuyue did not enjoy it, but gave it to him. This moved Chufeng, but he couldn't bear to accept it.
"I told you to take it, but it's not my brother." Chuyue was a little unhappy.
"Oh, when did Sister Chuyue be so generous that Fairy Grass should also be given away?"
"You see, I'm also your brother. It's just that I'm going to break through the four levels of Lingwu recently. How about Sister Chuyue send me this fairy grass?"
A teenager about the same age as Chu Feng came over, wearing the same clothes as an inner disciple.
His name is Chu Zhen, and he is also from the Chu family. He joined the Qinglong Sect with Chu Feng five years ago. Only two years ago, he became an inner disciple.
"Chu Zhen, you have already broken through the three levels of Lingwu and successfully gathered the spirit. Even without this fairy grass, you can still rise."
"But the younger brother of Chu Feng hasn't gathered his aura yet, and the fairy grass is more important to him." Chu Yue forced the fairy grass into Chu Feng's hands.
"Yes, you are right, but unfortunately he doesn't accept your affection." Chuzhen spread out his hands and sneered.
"Who said I don't want it
"Well, good." Chu Yue was very happy to see Chu Feng accept it. He just answered it casually and didn't think of returning it to her.
"What do you take back? This fairy grass for you is just Lang Fei." But Chu's face was really ugly.
Chu Feng smiled and ignored him, but said to Chu Yue, "Sister Chu Yue, I will take part in this year's internal examination."
"Hum, just you? If you can pass the internal examination, I will give you the fairy grass subsidized by the family this year." Chu really looked at Chu Feng with disdain.
"Are you serious?" Chu Feng didn't believe it.
"Sister Chuyue testified, but what if you can't pass?"
"Then my fairy grass this year belongs to you." Chu Feng left this sentence and continued to devote himself to the work of outside disciples.
"Chuzhen, we are all a family. Why do you always have trouble with Chufeng?" Chuyue looked at Chuzhen displeased.
"A family? Sister Chuyue, you should know that Chu Feng is not my Chu family at all."
"It is a disgrace to my Chu family that I failed to pass the internal examination after entering the Zongmen for five years."
"Who likes him in the whole Chu family? You are so kind to him that you even gave him your own fairy grass." Chu was really puzzled.
"You are really stubborn." Chu Yue was a little angry, glared at him, and then walked away.
It was Chuzhen who stood there and smiled. He was very happy. Although he didn't get the fairy grass of Chuyue, he knew that the fairy grass of Chufeng this year must be his.
At ten o'clock in the night, the rest place for the outside disciples was dark.
After a busy day, everyone was tired and went to bed early. Only Chu Feng's room was lit.
He sat on the head of the bed, took out the fairy grass that Chuyue gave him, and said in a low voice, "I hope this fairy grass can feed you."
After that, Chu Feng closed his eyes, sandwiched the fairy grass between his palms, and made a strange decision.
At this moment, the aura in the fairy grass also began to flow into the body along the palm of Maple Chu, and finally gathered in the elixir field.
At the same time, the sound of chewing came from Chu Feng's Dantian, as if something was eating.
If you look through the skin, you can find that there is a cloud of lightning in the deep of Chu Feng's Dantian.
This group of lightning is divided into nine colors, each color is like a thunder monster, emitting a terrible smell that does not belong to this piece of heaven and earth.