Two men in white costumes stood outside the door with swords, looking at the passing crowd with lazy expressions. Except for occasionally looking at a few pretty women who passed by, there was almost nothing that could attract their attention.

"Senior brother, may you fall in love with a beauty?"

One of the slightly thin men in white clothes looked at the other and said teasingly.

"It's just a mundane daughter. A hundred years later there will be a pile of dry bones. How could I like this?" The one who was teased was a slightly tall young man, and he snorted disdainfully.

"Yes, no matter how beautiful the flower is, it cannot always remain beautiful. Only immortality is the right solution. Those who can match us will naturally be the woman in the sect who seeks immortality as us." The slightly thin man said in agreement.

The slightly tall young man was still trying to say something, but his expression suddenly froze, his lazy expression also stopped, but his whole body became a little more solemn.

The thin man next to him was shocked and couldn't help but look at him, but a young man in black clothes walked over quickly, with an inexplicable coldness all over his body. Although there were many people coming and going, this person was the only one who attracted the most attention.

The man in black walked straight towards Yiping Mansion. When he arrived at the door, two men in white clothes immediately stretched out their arms and said, "This is the place where Canglan Sword Sect is stationed, and the idle people are back."

The man in black raised his head and showed his green face.

The two men in white clothes were shocked and couldn't help but dodge their bodies aside, because the two men in white clothes had already recognized who the person was. They were the only one recruited by Qianlong City this time, Cheng Yuren, the inner disciple of Canglan Sword Sect without any assessment.

Seeing the two of them retreat, Cheng Yuren said nothing and stepped in.

Soon, Cheng Yuren came to a courtyard, and there were two young men who arrived at the courtyard first. These two men had a chance to meet, and they were only one of the more than 40 people who participated in the inner disciples' assessment last time. It seems that these two people should have passed the inner disciples' assessment.

One is Qin Mo, a child of a noble family wearing luxurious services, while the other is Yu Zihang, a child of a non-family family with ordinary clothes.

When Qin Mo and Yu Zihang saw Cheng Yuren coming, they both looked at Cheng Yuren. They were envious and jealous in their eyes for this talented boy who had no experience in the assessment and who was directly promoted by qualifications.

However, Cheng Yuren did not look at the two of them, and stood on the side with his sword in his arms, with a calm expression. After all, Deacon Ding Mingcheng wanted to return here in three days last time, and today, it will be three days later.

Before long, an old man with wrinkles stepped over. It was Deacon Ding Mingcheng. Surprisingly, next to Deacon Ding Mingcheng, there was a woman with bright white teeth and fair skin. This woman had a calm and elegant temperament, like a snow lotus, so pure that it could not be desecrated.

This woman is nothing else, she is Shu Ailing, the daughter of the head.

When they saw Shu Ailing, Qin Mo and Yu Zihang's eyes lit up. As the saying goes, a beautiful lady is a gentleman. Such a woman with the world of Zhong Ling is the best choice for her partner. What's more, this girl is following Ding Mingcheng's side. You can tell at a glance that this woman has a strong background and the temptation is naturally very great.

Shu Ailing's spiritual gaze swept past Qin Mo and Yu Zihang, and finally landed on the still calm side of Cheng Yuren who had never noticed him, with a strong curiosity in his eyes.

Deacon Ding Mingcheng looked at Cheng Yuren and the other two, and said, "Today, the selection of inner disciples has ended. All three have been selected as inner disciples of my Canglan Sword Sect. Ding congratulates you again."

"I dare not, I dare not."

Cheng Yuren and his friends quickly bowed back to the gift.

"The inner sect assessment has actually ended. I will bring three of you back to Canglan Sword Sect today." Ding Mingcheng looked gentle. After all, the three of them will be inner disciples of Canglan Sword Sect in the future, and their future will be bright.

When Qin Mo and Yu Zihang heard this, they all showed happy smiles on their faces. They had long been fascinated by Canglan Sword Sect. Now that they could arrive at Canglan Sword Sect as soon as possible, they were naturally very happy.

On the contrary, Cheng Yuren stood on one side, his brows slightly awkward.

"Cheng Yuren, do you have anything to say?"

Ding Mingcheng was naturally very concerned about Cheng Yuren. He was a disciple with the qualification of eight and a half grade spiritual roots. He was one step away from the top-grade spiritual roots. If such a genius grew up, he would definitely be the pillar of Canglan Sword Sect in the future. Ding Mingcheng naturally paid great attention to Cheng Yuren.

"As far as I know, the selection of outer disciples will take half a month to end."

Cheng Yuren frowned and said.

"The inner disciples are inner disciples, and the outer disciples are outer disciples. The two cannot be compared at all. Now that we end first, we can naturally leave first. Of course, if we don't end, they must wait for us." Ding Mingcheng said with a smile. When talking about the outer disciples, Ding Mingcheng's eyes were very disdainful.

"I have something to do not resolve. I want to wait for some time and return to the sect with the outer disciples." Cheng Yuren hesitated for a moment before saying.

Ding Mingcheng's eyes couldn't help but sank. If Cheng Yuren had not had the terrifying talent of the top-grade spiritual roots of eight and a half grade, Ding Mingcheng would have probably left without a smile. However, the genius boy would definitely be treated by an ordinary person, so Ding Mingcheng's calm face would soon stretch out.

"What's the matter? Why don't I solve it for you?" Ding Mingcheng said suddenly after hesitating.

Ding Mingcheng's attitude surprised Cheng Yuren slightly. Originally, Cheng Yuren thought that he would be scolded or even rejected by Ding Mingcheng if he proposed to return to Canglan Sword Sect later, but he did not expect that Ding Mingcheng was so gentle, which was too different from Cheng Yuren's expectation.

But soon, Cheng Yuren figured out the reason, probably because of his own qualifications. After all, although such qualifications are not rare in the world, they are also very difficult to find. Every time when Canglan Sword Sect chooses disciples, there are probably not many with such talent.

From this we can see how good opportunities I missed in my previous life, and the Zhou Mansion hid itself in vain and let myself miss the culprit of this opportunity. Not mentioning the grudges and entanglements of the previous life, just the matter of cutting off my own opportunities was enough to make Cheng Yuren hate the Zhou Mansion to the core.

If the Zhou Mansion had not hidden itself in the last life, he would have been able to go further.

He raised his head, Cheng Yuren clasped his fists and said seriously; "Thank you for your kindness, this is your own business, and I will solve it myself."

Ding Mingcheng's expression was suffocated, and his eyes looked at Cheng Yuren for several times, then he moved away and sighed: "It's actually true. Then you have finished the selection with the outer disciples. Then you can leave with the two disciples of Jie Yongbing and Zhu Xingfan."

(End of this chapter)
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