The Central Plains immortal cultivation world has more strict control over the cultivation methods. Not only the cultivation methods, but also other cultivation resources, such as spiritual pulse and better spiritual pulse, are in the hands of big forces. If the bottom monks want to get ahead, they must put themselves into the arms of big forces.
It is difficult for the friars at the bottom to come out. Most of the resources are concentrated in the hands of big forces. The family of the Central Plains is more united and the system is more mature.
Xiuxian sect is the master of Donghuang, Xiuxian aristocratic family is the master of Zhongyuan Xiuxian world, and royal family is the most powerful Xiuxian aristocratic family of the dynasty.
"Well, stop chatting. Before the sun sets, if you can''t get to the top of the mountain, you won''t be able to enter Yingtian Academy. You''ll have to wait for more than ten years."
The young man in Qingshan strode up the mountain with great speed.
Wang Tianwen shakes his head. He is not optimistic about Qingshan youth. The assessment of Yingtian academy is not so simple. There will be trouble on the way. One day is enough for them to go back and forth several times.
He stepped up the hill, not fast.
Little by little, the bluestone steps seem endless and never come to an end.
More than a dozen men in coarse clothes strode up the mountain. Before long, there was a ripple in front of them, and they disappeared.
Wang Tianwen was not in a hurry. He walked up the mountain step by step. From time to time, some people passed Wang Tianwen and disappeared. When Wang Tianwen came to the place where they disappeared, there was nothing.
Three hours later, before they reached the top of the mountain, many people were out of breath. Some people looked behind them and found that there was a long ladder behind them.
Wang Tianwen didn''t look behind him. He went straight ahead.
Without anyone''s supervision, some of the immortals had a crooked idea and secretly performed the wind control skill, which was faster than half of the time.
Before long, they also disappeared in the void, as if they had never appeared.
At this time, Wang Tianwen had more than 50 people around him, some of whom were sweating and their clothes were wet with sweat.
With the sun on their heads, they walked slowly up the mountain.
It''s getting dark and the sun is falling. They haven''t reached the top of the mountain yet.
Sweat wet Wang Tianwen''s clothes, sticky stick on the body, he did not use any mana, legs ache, he did not know how many steps he took.
Some people worry about losing the election, or speed up the pace, or secretly bless the wind, some people in order to cool down, use mana, shake away the sweat on the body, while steaming dry clothes.
Wet clothes cling to his body. Every step he takes is sticky and uncomfortable. It is reasonable to say that after walking for so long, he should have gone up high. Strangely enough, there is no wind at all.
The sun is setting and they haven''t reached the top of the mountain yet.
Wang Tianwen was not in a hurry. He wiped the sweat on his face and went on.
He just felt a flower in front of him suddenly appeared in the peach blossom forest. There was a thick portrait in the air. Pink petals were scattered on the ground. A group of young girls with gorgeous features were dancing in the peach blossom forest. They were all fat and thin. Their beautiful eyes were full of emotion, as if Wang Tianwen were their lover.
"Magic? It''s kind of interesting. " Wang Tianwen smiles calmly, closes his eyes and walks forward.
Before long, a loud man''s voice suddenly sounded: "bold, see Luyang king is not expensive."
Wang Tianwen felt that someone gave him a push, but he didn''t care and went on.
"Astronomy, come back quickly. There''s something wrong with the family. There''s a thief coming to the door. Come back quickly." Wang Qingkai''s voice suddenly rang out.
"Brother nine, brother seven, I''ll fight with you."
The roar continued, vaguely mixed with the screams of men and women.
Wang Tianwen stops for a moment and goes on.
Before long, the scream disappeared.
He felt that he had bumped into the real object. He tried several times and found that he couldn''t pass. He opened his eyes and found two men and a woman in front of him.
Wang Tianwen''s eyes fell on a young man in a blue shirt and said in surprise: "Uncle Qi, why are you here?"
"Astronomy, why did you come to the immortal cultivation world in the Central Plains? I''ve come to Yingtian college to do something Wang Qingshan said with a smile.
Wang Tianwen chuckled and said: "the so-called barrier is just what I thought out in my heart. The seventh uncle is only in the foundation period. He can''t go to Yingtian Academy. He should be in the jiedan period. The seventh uncle practices kendo. He hates Confucianism to promote kingcraft. Fake things are always fake."
He closed his eyes and went on ahead.
Before long, he felt like he was hitting a warm object, like a person.
"Well, if you can come here, you have passed the examination." A man''s voice full of middle spirit suddenly rang out.
Wang Tianwen looked as if he hadn''t heard of it. He continued to move forward and was blocked back.
"Master, you have passed the examination. Open your eyes!" The man''s tone was sincere.
Wang Tianwen hesitated for a moment and opened his eyes.
Two men dressed as Confucians stood in front of them, a man in blue shirt in his early 30s and a young man in yellow shirt in his early 20s. They were all air refining monks with magic power fluctuations. Behind them, there is a magnificent palace with three characters "Ying Tian Dian" written on the plaque.Wang Tianwen looked around and found that there were three people around him, and none of his companions were there.
A black faced man in coarse cloth, a purple skirt woman with delicate features, a fat young man in a gold shirt. The young man in a gold shirt and the woman in a purple skirt are air refining monks, and the black faced man is a mortal.
"Congratulations on your passing the examination and becoming a disciple of Yingtian Academy. Do you want to be a disciple of the lower or upper court?"
A smile appeared on the man''s face and asked.
"Brother, what''s the difference between the upper court and the lower court?"
"The disciples of the lower house have a great chance to become officials and manage one side of the common people in the future. The disciples of the lower house only study and do not practice. The disciples of the upper house can study or practice. If they want to become the disciples of the upper house, they need to work for the Academy. If they do well, there will be extra rewards. If they do poorly, there will be punishment."
All four of Wang Tianwen want to be disciples of the upper court, and the future of the upper court is obviously bigger.
The man in blue shirt didn''t say much. He took out a silver jade plate and said, "this is the spirit measuring plate. I will ask you some questions. Don''t lie. Answer truthfully. If the spirit measuring plate finds that it lies, I will send you down the mountain directly."
He simply asked about the origin of Wang Tianwen''s four people, which is also very normal. Yingtian academy is a force of cultivating immortals. Only when they are innocent can they enter Yingtian Academy.
The other three were born in Luzhou. Wang Tianwen didn''t hide and answered truthfully.
When he learned that Wang Tianwen was from the Xiuxian family in Donghuang, the man in blue shirt was a bit surprised. However, he didn''t say anything. He registered and gave them a token and said, "you will be the disciples of the upper court in the future. Our college has 108 commandments. If you violate any of them, you will be punished. You should remember them well. I''ll arrange accommodation for you first."
Wang Tianwen looked at the bluestone steps behind him and then walked into Yingtian hall.
A quarter of an hour later, Wang Tianwen, the black faced man and the young man in gold shirt appeared in a secluded courtyard. There were three guest rooms, just one for each person.
"This is where you live. You should go to school on time. Mr. Lu will teach you to read."
"I''m Liu Xian. We''ll be classmates from now on. Please take care of us."
The black faced man arched his hand at Wang Tianwen and the young man in gold shirt and said politely.
"Liu Xiandi is polite. It''s right."
Wang Tianwen replied with a sincere look.
"I''m a little tired. I''ll have a sleep and talk about it tomorrow."
The young man yawned and walked up to a guest room.
Wang Tianwen pushed open the door of a guest room. The layout of the room was simple, with a bed, a table and several chairs. That''s all.
He breathed a sigh and said to himself, "I don''t know if the seventh uncle entered jiedan period. There are also ancestors. I don''t know if he is well."
He secretly made a decision to find the high-level Confucianism, and he went back to the East.
He sat on the wooden bed and slowly closed his eyes.
Before long, a white aura appeared on Wang Tianwen''s body surface.