The cliff was suddenly silent, Xiao Huiming was stunned, blinking at the old man, thinking that he had heard it wrong, and only after half a loud voice did he ask tentatively: "Participating in the Dragon Climbing Club??? Are you talking about me?"

"Hehe, didn't you mean you, are there other people here?" the old man smiled, "As long as you do what I say, I will guarantee you the qualification for the competition, do you dare to try?" the old man asked aloud.

"Hey!" Xiao Huiming sighed, and continued with emotion: "I am neither a member of the Flying Immortal Palace, nor a subordinate of the Guardian Palace, how can I have the great blessing to participate in the Dragon Climbing Club? Not only is it not, but I have already been inexplicably designated as the Jade Treasure Master, how can I be delusional to participate in the Dragon Climbing Club? Old man, don't joke about it." As he spoke, his head shook like a rattle.

"Hahahaha, are you kidding? Little doll, do you think I'm joking with you?" the old man looked at his somewhat inferior complex, and couldn't help laughing.

"And in the first half of the Cangsong Welcome, you have already practiced the first half of the Cangsong Welcome - Cangsong Transformation, and the Qi cultivation has also moved from the Qi Cultivation Realm to the Foundation Building Realm, and then to the Fusion Realm, just from the Qi Cultivation Realm, you are already on par with the elite disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Hall, what you lack is only combat sharpening and martial arts techniques. ”

The old man said slowly.

"Huh?

Xiao Huiming was taken aback, and couldn't help but feel the sea of qi, and felt that a trace of warm air flow slowly gathered in the sea of qi, and the whole body was indescribably comfortable, so he believed what the old man said, and couldn't help but be happy in his heart.

However, he was still a little shocked, ordinary people have to practice for several years to reach that fusion realm, and they have excellent qualifications before they can practice. He has only practiced this picture technique for one day, and he has already achieved such an effect, if he says this, I am afraid that others will say that he is crazy.

He said to himself in his heart.

The old man didn't seem to see the change in his demeanor, and continued to speak slowly.

"It just so happens that every contestant who participates in the Dragon Climbing Club will have a chance to choose the basic technique by luck in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion before the competition, don't you want to get this opportunity? And if you are lucky enough to win a game in the competition, you can be promoted from a spirit disciple to a spirit master, join the Dragon and Tiger Hall, you can choose a cultivation cheat at will on the first floor of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, if you accidentally enter the top three, you can also choose a practice to practice on the second floor of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, such a beautiful thing, don't you want to?"

Speaking of this, the old man glanced up at Xiao Huiming and smiled.

"Come to think of it, but how can I believe that you have that great ability to make me eligible for the competition?" Xiao Huiming asked suspiciously.

"The Tao is natural, you and I met here, I saved you by chance, and you talked about some things I wanted to hear, which means that you have this good luck, I said that I have a way to let you compete, I have my own reason, and you do what I say, don't ask so many why? Sometimes, it's really not a good thing to have too many questions. The old man looked at this interesting little doll and said with a smile.

"Well, it's okay, anyway, without the help of the old man, I am no longer in the world now, my life was given by the old uncle, and I have no worries, the big deal is to return it to the old uncle," Xiao Huiming gritted his teeth and said resolutely.

"Good, backbone, I like it. ”

The old man said loudly, and as he spoke, he took out a palm-sized red token from his arms and handed it to Xiao Huiming: "You keep this, don't take it out until you have to, you can only use it when it comes to life and death, don't remember it." ”

Huiming remembered the uncle's explanation, and the uncle was relieved. Huiming stretched out his hand to take it and hurriedly replied.

He stared intently at the very bright red token, and although he had doubts in his heart, he hurriedly put it away.

He had secretly listened to the legendary stories told by the brothers when he was bored before, and the plot was basically the same: a very ordinary man who fell off a cliff but did not die, and a white-bearded old man gave him a piece of rotten wood. In the end, that person found the martial arts on the rotten wood and became a legend.

He looked up again and glanced at the old man secretly, and saw that he had a white beard and white hair, as if he was quite consistent with the white-bearded old man in the story, and thought that this red token was much better than the rotten wood. When I think of this, I can't help but feel excited again.

"Well, that's fine. The old man saw that he happily put away the red token, and said with great relief, then beckoned, motioned for Huiming to come closer, stuffed a small cloth bag into his hand, and then whispered in his ear, "Understood?"

Xiao Huiming's originally excited expression changed slightly, he thought about it, then gritted his teeth, and said resolutely: "Understood, but-"

"Don't overthink it, just do what I say. The old man interrupted him and said loudly.

"You go down the mountain now and do what you planned. ”

The old man said, with a wave of his big sleeves, he saw a lock of wind blowing up suddenly, holding up the pine hanging on the cliff wall to welcome guests steadily, from beginning to end, the three-foot painting did not even fold a little, just straight and straight down the way, and fell steadily into Xiao Huiming's arms. Xiao Huiming sighed again, hurriedly kowtowed to thank him, then rolled up the scroll and walked down the mountain.

The night, the quiet is surprising, the golden moon, emitting a bright light, the distant peaks, like ink paintings, the outline looms, occasionally I don't know what kind of bird, "quack-" scream, everything is calm again, everyone in the Sanqing Sect has entered the dream one by one at this moment.

"Whoosh-" a soft sound, I saw a figure in the night, walking like flying, a few turns, has already walked to the courtyard of the Feixian Palace, I saw him "brush" a vertical, gently jumped on a green tile roof, a few times to open a tile in the middle of the roof, a note to the house thrown down, and then gently covered the tile, jumped, and disappeared into the vast night.

The next day, everyone had breakfast, and then began to practice again, Xiao Huiming was unusual, no longer hiding behind the brothers and sisters to paint, and even began to line up in line to practice, because of the long-term waste of homework, even stood with two feet parallel to each other, and the shoulder-width such a cultivation posture was not good, and it took a long time to stand up, which caused a burst of laughter from the brothers and sisters.

Everyone was practicing hotly, suddenly, the door of the cultivation ground opened, Dewu Zhenren walked in slowly with two messengers dressed in pale yellow robes and rusty white clouds, and the disciples hurriedly lined up to greet them, Dewu Zhenren nodded slightly, but he didn't lecture as usual, just looked at the back of the team, and said loudly: "Huiming stepped forward to listen to the order." ”

Xiao Hui paused for a moment, and it took a long time to come to her senses. I couldn't help but be happy in my heart, hurriedly stepped forward, bowed deeply, and responded: "Listen to the master's teachings." ”

Dewu Zhenren hurriedly stepped forward to hold his arms, and when Xiao Huiming stood firmly, he said loudly: "After the masters of the three halls, Huiming's disciples are gifted and have spiritual roots, and they are rare cultivation wizards in our sect. ”

Disciples, you look at me, I look at you, they all look dazed, I don't know why, there are five hundred disciples in this sect, and if you want to participate in the Dragon Club, you must first have three years of qualifications before you can participate, but participation is not the same as participating in the competition, you must first compete among the scattered cultivators to determine the winners of martial arts and literature, and on the day of the competition, these winners can really go to the Dragon and Tiger Hall to compete.

But Hui Ming didn't compete, and he couldn't see that he was better than all the disciples, and as far as his performance on weekdays was concerned, to put it bluntly, he was a completely unlearned, unskilled, and idle guy, how could he be mentioned as a contestant? What kind of evil wind was blowing here? The disciples were puzzled.

At this time, Xiao Huiming also stared at his eyes, his small mouth opened widely, and his body trembled slightly, although he had been prepared in his heart, but- this happiness also came too suddenly, right?

Dewu Zhenren looked at everyone, didn't say anything more, glanced at Xiao Huiming, and said with a smile: "Why don't you go quickly?"

Xiao Huiming suddenly recovered from the shock just now, and hurriedly replied, "No." Then he didn't stay any longer, and followed the two envoys out of the cultivation ground, and walked straight in the direction of the Flying Immortal Palace.