449 Not at the Same Level

"Name?"

"Song Yan."

"age?"

"twenty."

"Cultivation?"

"The day after tomorrow is complete."

After a simple registration, the housekeeper of Zhu's residence handed Song Yan a wooden plaque with numbers written on it: "Song Master, this is your number plate, please put it away, it will be used in the competition tomorrow."

"Thank you." Song Yan took the number plate and looked at it. It said three hundred and twenty. It seemed that he should be the three hundred and twenty to compete.

Well, Miss Zhu is very popular. There are so many people signing up.

"Someone, send Young Master Song to rest." The housekeeper shouted again.

Soon, a servant stepped forward and said politely, "Young Master Song, please come with the little one."

"It's troublesome."

Song Yan nodded and put away the number plate.

After a while, the famous family led Song Yan to the outside of a guest room, took out the key and unlocked the door, and reminded: "Song son, you are staying here for the time being, and every meal will be given to you. Bring food, if it is not necessary, please don't walk around, so as not to collide with the female family members of the house."

"Thank you for reminding me, I will remember it later." Song Yan nodded.

"That kid will retire." The servant saluted and left.

Pushing open the door, Song Yan walked into the room.

The room is fairly clean and bright, except for a wooden bed, only a wooden table and wooden chairs are left.

After a brief look, Song Yan pushed open the two wooden windows, intending to ventilate the room.

With the idea that it will be safe when it comes, Song Yan did not deliberately explore the Zhufu, but took out a novel from the storage spirit ring and looked leisurely.

"This Xiongtai is very elegant, and I have seen Xiongtai before Li Muyang."

Suddenly, a handsome young man with a long body, wearing a white robe, with a dashing temperament appeared in front of Song Yan's door.

"I've seen Brother Li before Song Yan." Song Yan put down the book in his hand, stood up and returned the salute.

"It turned out to be Brother Song, please don't blame me for coming here rashly."

"Brother Li, you're welcome, please come in quickly." Song Yan said with a smile, and quietly put the novel into the storage spirit ring. The font on it is different from the font in this world.

After a simple exchange, the two chatted casually, but as they chatted, the topic of the two gradually turned to the heroine of this competition.

Li Muyang asked, "Brother Song, have you seen that Miss Zhu?"

Song Yan shook his head: "I've never seen it before, but I've only heard people say that this woman is as beautiful as a flower, she's like a fairy descended from the earth, otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people coming to compete!"

"Extremely true." Li Muyang clapped his hands and said, "This young lady of the Zhu family is indeed born as beautiful as a fairy. If she can take such a woman as her wife, she will be willing to die."

Hearing this, Song Yan couldn't help but jokingly said, "Brother Li really died under peony flowers, and he is also romantic as a ghost."

Li Muyang was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Brother Song, this sentence is appropriate, I don't know where it comes from?"

This sentence comes from "The Peony Pavilion". The story describes that Du Liniang dreamed that a scholar asked her to write a poem with a willow branch in her hand, and then she was carried by the scholar to the Peony Pavilion, and they had a love affair.

Thinking that there is no "Peony Pavilion" in this world, Song Yan simply told the story again.

After listening to this story, Li Muyang couldn't help showing a hint of admiration, and said, "Brother Song is very knowledgeable, so I'm not as good as me."

Then the two chatted for more than an hour before Li Muyang left.

"This Li Muyang is a wonderful person." Song Yan secretly said, because Song Yan saw that this Li Muyang was a congenital master of the first level, and it was rare for a dignified congenital master to be so polite to him as "acquired perfection".

In the evening, as expected, a family member of Zhufu brought food.

Its taste does not have to be badly made by Tianxianglou.

After eating, Song Yan walked around the room before returning to the room.

However, not long after he came back, Li Muyang came to talk to him again, with a bottle of wine in his hand, and he didn't know where he got it from.

After chatting for a while, Song Yan suddenly changed his words: "Brother Li, I heard that Mr. Zhu used to be a disciple of Xianmen. You say, is there really a Xianmen in this world?"

Hearing Song Yan's question, Li Muyang couldn't help showing surprise: "Brother Song doesn't know that there is a fairy gate in this world?"

"I really don't know. If Brother Li knows, please let me know." Song Yan pleaded with a voice.

Li Muyang nodded and said slowly: "Actually, I don't know much about it, mostly I heard from the road. In our Tang Dynasty, the biggest immortal gate is called Qionghua School, and it is also our Tang Dynasty's protector of the country. , In addition, there are dozens of immortal sects, and their combined strength may not be as good as the Qionghua faction.

However, the selection of disciples by the Immortal Sect is extremely strict. It is said that the Qionghua Sect will open the Immortal Sect every ten years to receive disciples from the outer sect. Only those with cultivation bases above the third level of the innate and under the age of 20 are eligible to be selected.

Although other small immortals are not as strict as Qionghua, they must be innate warriors under the age of 20 to be stored in the door wall. "

"Then Brother Li, do you know how strong the strongest immortal of the Qionghua faction is?" Song Yan asked.

Li Muyang shook his head with a wry smile: "Brother Song is too high for me, I'm just a little mortal warrior, how could I know, but I heard that the elders of the Qionghua faction are all peerless masters of Jindan level. , with a hand, a city like Beijiang can be destroyed."

"The elder is a master of gold elixir, so isn't the master a master of Nascent Soul?" Song Yan secretly said, and then gratefully said to Li Muyang, "Thank you brother Li for your guidance."

"It's getting late, let's have another drink." Li Muyang raised his glass.

"it is good."

After sending Li Muyang away, Song Yan showed a contemplative look. The cultivation sect in this world is much stronger than the cultivation sect of Shui Lanxing. , even the Golden Core Stage can only act as an elder.

Not on the same level at all.

But this is also expected, after all, the world's spiritual energy is too rich.

At the same time, he considered whether to join a cultivator sect, so that he could have a detailed understanding of the cultivators in this world.

It's just that he already has a cultivation base. I'm afraid that the Qionghua faction will not include a wild cultivator like him, so even if he wants to join, he can only find a small sect.

The night time comes in a blink of an eye.

In the early morning of the next day, a family member came and personally took Song Yan to the Zhu family's martial arts field.

Ten arenas have been built in the center of the martial arts arena.

There are hundreds of tables and chairs on the left and right of the arena, and each table and chair is filled with tea, cakes and the like.

"Young Master Song, you can find a table or chair at will and sit down. It will take a while for the competition to start." Jiading reminded.

"Excuse me!" Song Yan said to the servant, then walked over to an empty table and sat down.