Time flies, and a fleeting time passes, and ten years pass by in a blink of an eye.

Ten years, for practitioners of the Immortal Taoist sect, it is just a fleeting moment. A middle and lower level retreat can be spent on this period of time, and the gods come and go back and forth, and their eyes are closed and opened.

But for ordinary people, ten years is not short, and the little things over the past ten years are enough to leave a person with unforgettable memories. However, whether this memory is full of nostalgic things or only days that make people feel extremely boring will vary from person to person.

Jiangnan, Lin'an, Niujia Village, Guo's family...

A very familiar setting, but unfortunately it is not the imagined character or world.

As the richest man in the village, Guo Yong's father Guo Youcai is thinking about life. His son has been a talent since he was a child, and he can even be said to be a genius. When other people's children were six years old, they were still running with their noses and running behind their butts. His son has learned to ask adults to change their names.

According to Guo Youcai's meaning, the only son should have been named Guo Daniu. After all, he obtained his son's name. As the son of the richest man in the village, it is auspicious to choose a name that is the same as the village, which symbolizes that the Guo family will be the richest and most powerful family in this village in the future.

It’s a pity that my son didn’t appreciate it. It was originally fine, but one day when he was six years old, his son made a special trip to him and insisted on changing his name to Guo Jing. Of course, Guo Youcai couldn’t agree to such an unconventional and unsavory name. But from that moment on, his son became very independent. He didn’t look like a six-year-old child, but like a person about the same age as him, and his whole body was sublimated. Except for Wang Xuejiao in the village, Guo Youcai had never seen anyone who knew so many things.

The father and son were quarreling, and finally took a step back and made Wang Xuezhao change his name. Seeing that his son was elegant and generous, Wang Xuezhao simply changed it to Guo Yong.

Changing the name is still a trivial matter, but now ten years have passed, my son is going to practice immortality, which makes Guo Youcai both happy and depressed. What is gratifying is that his son has a lofty ambitions. Although he knows that this is a very unreliable and even some delusional thing, it is always good to have ambition.

The regret is because my son has no intention of inheriting the family business. The Guo family is now the largest family in all villages. It has long since rushed out of the village and headed towards the township. There are several shops in the town. If my son really becomes a god in the future, who will inherit this huge family business?

Guo Youcai is very worried, and Guo Yong, who is thousands of miles away, is also very worried.

As a rich second-generation native, Guo Yong's life is very boring. He lived in the Guo family for ten years. The one who impressed him the most was the big locust tree in the yard and the big girl in the village. He often played together when he was a child, but the child named Runtu who moved a few years ago was a little interesting. The child's original name was Li Gousheng. Runtu was named by Guo Yong. Gousheng's family liked it very much. It was almost seven years since he met him, and I don't know how he was.

However, the reason for Guo Yong's troubles was not because of the child named Runtu, but because of the scene in front of him. As one of the seven major sects, Feilai Xianmen's disciple recruitment ceremony was naturally very particular. Those who came here to participate in the selection were all elite children from various countries in Jiuzhou.

Of course, there are also people like him who spend money to buy the qualification for selection. For this qualification, the father who obeyed him spent 50,000 taels of silver.

But it seems that something like cultivating immortals cannot be done with money. For example, in the registration office in front of you, you seem to have to become a very alternative person.

The ones walking ahead were all the children of big men. Some of the fathers were small kings, some were ministers of big countries, and some were just foreign branches of the cultivation family. His father, the richest man in Niujia Village, was really embarrassed to mention it.

There was a monk in a blue and white robe in the registration office, holding a mirror and shaking towards the applicants one by one. Every time someone looked at him, he would have a rough evaluation, such as urging energy into his body and approaching the road for the first time, and the desire to fight was full of trouble. What would happen to him when he came to him? Guo Yong really didn't want to look forward to it from the bottom of his heart.

The guy in front also drew his energy into his body and stood in the left-most team. There were the fewest people in that team, but they were basically all foreign children of the cultivation family. It was obvious that the chance of being recruited for this time was that they were arrogant and calm at this moment. Except for the slightest disdain of the people in the team, they were all disdainful of others.

Guo Yong walked forward, and the monk at the registration office shook his eyes in the mirror as usual, then opened his eyes wide and his mouth wide, as if he was afraid that he would have read it wrong. He shook the mirror a few times and finally confirmed the truth that his eyes saw. The other person was igniting his energy into his body, and the fighting spirit was filled with the like. The person in front of him had nothing, but he couldn't say it in plain language, which made the immortals lose their identity, and he curled his lips and said, "There is nothing!"

There is nothing? What realm is this? The candidates around looked at each other and looked at the monk pointing his hand to the far right position. Guo Yongze walked over, raised his eyes and looked up at the sky. He seemed to be a master!

As one of the seven major sects, Feilai Immortal Sect's selection of disciples is enough to stir up the emotions of the entire Jiuzhou. Especially the other six sects have not received any disciples in recent years. Feilai Immortal Sect is naturally the only choice. The young heroes who came to participate in the selection this time were strictly limited to their age, and no one over the age of eighteen were allowed. But even so, there were almost 5,000 people coming, and naturally there were more than one registration point, but were in the entire town controlled by the Outer Gate of Xiangkongshan.

But no matter where the distribution is, whether the realm is high or low, we still have to step on the same stage and walk on the road of carefully designed assessment by Feilai Immortal Sect. In the evening, several Feilai Immortal Sect disciples who were responsible for registering gathered together. Looking at the crowds in front of them, they snorted coldly with disdain and shouted for the leader: "Have everyone here? Have anyone come to agree? The scene is about to change!"

Of course, no one responded. Several disciples of the registration snorted coldly again, then flew up high into the sky, pulling down the air with their hands, pulling down a black shadow like a curtain. When everyone came to their senses, the town they were just now had disappeared. They stood in the darkness, and those who were impatient had already started running around.
Chapter completed!