Yelan'er took the opportunity to sit in [Fifth], which was the last empty seat in the first row.

The rest of the people were sitting very casually, basically taking seats wherever there was space.

Of course, Zhuo Qingru definitely had to squeeze forward to record first-hand information. But she arrived late, and there were no empty seats in the first row, so she could only hesitate among the few empty seats in the second row.

This hesitation was met with a look from Ju Gui.

"Ah, Uncle Dramatist, you're here too." Zhuo Qingru looked surprised and sat down next to the theater cabinet, with the order [Eighth].

"How fresh! I'm still a member of Taixu Cabinet!" Ju Gui said coldly.

"Even the Nine-frame Illusion was designed by him." Zhong Xuanyin added faintly from the side.

"Haha, I almost forgot!" Zhuo Qingru didn't know what he meant by 'haha'.

Like all young people who fear their stern elders, she sat uncomfortably and looked around to relieve her embarrassment. In a blink of an eye, she looked at Zhong Xuanyin next to her uncle, who was using a pen as a knife and writing non-stop.

Her eyes lit up: "Mr. Zhong! What are you recording?"

Zhong Xuanyin gave her a strange look. This Legalist disciple was more curious about first-hand information than a historian. He casually raised the bamboo slips in his hand and let her take a look: "Here, it's a very simple message."

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Zhuo Qingru looked at it and found that there was indeed nothing interesting. She was a little disappointed, but she still showed interest on her face: "Even my seat must be recorded?"

The historical significance of Chaowen Daotian Palace is absolutely extraordinary. Every word left today will be watched repeatedly in the future. Zhong Xuanyin has such a clear judgment, but as a historian, he does not judge and just smiles: "Records are so boring ."

Zhuo Qingru pursed her lips regretfully: "Can I polish it up a little bit?"

"Then it's not official history." Zhong Xuanyin took back the bamboo slips, picked up his knife and pen and continued to write. He carefully recorded the name of everyone who came in, and where they were sitting.

Zhuo Qingru also wanted to write something after seeing it - I came to the Heavenly Palace at the right time. I just took a quick look and there were many details worth studying.

When the emperor heard that the heavenly palace opened its doors, all parties came to seek the way.

Even Xie Junmeng of Dongwang Valley, who once had a big fight with Jiang Wang, is here. Yang Gu, who has never asked about the affairs of Shenlu and recently the island, has also come, Fu Yanqing, an old comrade of Jiang Wang. Jiang Zhenjun is the best at sea. My friend Zhu Biqiong did not come.

Either it was because of Diao Hailou's Taoyin, or because Zhu Biqiong was also busy with her own affairs.

Ning Shuangrong from Jiange also came. However, Wanxiang Sword Master from the same sect had to cross nine grids, but she dealt with the test seriously and passed all the levels, so there was a sequence.

In principle, it is enough for one power to bring one seeker, and there is no reason to send the whole family.

But in the words of the Pavilion Master - Master Wanxiang Sword is from the same generation, and Ning Shuangrong is from another generation, how can they be confused with each other?

If you weren't a bit proud of your status, the Chief of the Pavilion would have wished to come in person - Did the person named Jiang not learn enough in Jiange? You are also a True Lord, and I am also a True Lord. I taught you back then, so what's wrong with it after you learn it?

I am in you, you are in me, and the Great Way is complete. If the sword box of heaven and earth only contains one's own sword, how can it be so vast and rich?

The world of swordsmanship belongs to one family, and this family is called [Jiange].

Ning Shuangrong was actually torn between wanting to come and not wanting to come. However, as soon as Master Si Pavilion pushed her, she came. However, she did not push forward and sat quietly next to Master Wanxiang Sword.

In "Shisi".

Come and ask! It's like asking about swords in the old days.

Seeing everyone taking their seats one by one, there were not many empty seats left. Jiang Wang, who was sitting there, glanced at the theater cabinet.

The question in his eyes was very clear - is anyone else coming?

At this moment, most of the candidates have been eliminated, and the remaining ones are basically stuck in the nine-frame illusion. There are a few who are playing steadily and have a chance to pass the level, but the time is not enough——

The nine grids designed by Ju Kui focus more on talent than strength. The assessments at different levels are different. Basically, the examinees must be pushed to their limits. Time is also an important test question.

It's not that there are so few geniuses in the world, and there are only so many people who can pass the nine grids. The main reason is that talents are concentrated in large countries and sects, and among all the forces in the world, when one comes, it is unlikely that a second one will come.

It was a special situation that Wang Yiwu and Ji Zhaonan arrived at the same time. Wang Yiwu's path was destined to see Jiang Wang before he opened the door of Dongzhen.

As for the Wanxiang Sword Master and Ning Shuangrong—the Si Pavilion Master is also quite special.

Ju Gui inspected the "Nine Grids of God's Appearance" seriously again and gave Jiang Wang a negative look with certainty.

But as soon as this look came out, the gate of the Heavenly Palace was quietly pushed open, not giving Ju Gui any face -

Standing at the door was an exquisite and noble little boy wearing brocade clothes. He stood there upright. A pair of bright black eyes were looking at the people in the palace curiously.

He was as serious as a drama, and his eyes were filled with shock for a moment.

Because the nine-frame illusion was at a level below the Divine Presence, he had not had time to adjust the difficulty.

In other words, the child who walked into Chaowendao Heavenly Palace at this moment has passed the assessment of Taixu Pavilion members who are in the same realm.

He quickly retrieved the little boy's fantasy records and found that during the entire assessment process, he did not make a single mistake, and it progressed very quickly. No matter what difficulties he faced, he almost didn't think about it - a performance at the Chongxuanzun level.

Undoubtedly the choice of genius, peerless appearance!

In the entire Chaowen Daotian Palace, all kinds of eyes fell on this little boy.

He was a little shy and hesitated, subconsciously taking half a step back, but then he thought of something and stood bravely. He bravely looked at the seniors in the hall, and when he turned his eyes, he saw Jiang Wang, with the expectation on his face,

The unfamiliarity and nervousness suddenly turned into surprise. He smiled brightly and waved vigorously: "Uncle Jiang!"

The emotions of the gods and humans are very light, and it is neither happy nor unhappy. There is a guess in my heart, but I am not sure. After all, I haven't seen him for several years: "You are..."

"I am Xuan Jing, Uncle Jiang!" The little boy is lively, cheerful, generous and very lovable: "Don't you remember? You hugged me when I was a child!"

"Oh!" He said with a smile again: "Today in the Heavenly Palace, what you are doing is seeking enlightenment. You should not be friends with relatives."

As he spoke, he bowed slightly, cupped his hands, and saluted like a young adult: "Sir!"

Looking at this bright and cute little genius, for a moment, the thirty-year-old Jiang Wang felt a fleeting trance in his heart.

Bao Bozhao, a handsome man with outstanding talents, died in the Qixia battlefield for unknown reasons.

Bao Zhongqing, who was as talented as his brother and far more ruthless, died inexplicably due to Zhang Linchuan's misfortune.

Bao Zhongqing's son, Bao Xuanjing, who is eight and a half years old this year, has grown up quietly.

He has such a talent.

The old talents are no longer popular, and a new generation replaces the old ones!

Bao Xuanjing, who is eight and a half years old, has already entered the Chaowen Dao Heavenly Palace.

What was I doing when I was eight and a half years old?

Jiang Wang asked himself.

At that time, I was already on the path of seeking the truth.

I have set a goal and want to move forward. I want to transcend ordinary life and take an extraordinary path.

If you want to enter the world of spiritual practice of Zongjian Qingming, ask if that push by the Fengxi River is appropriate.

But he had never gone as far as Bao Xuanjing. At that time, there was no Chao Wen Dao Tiangong, no Taixu Xuanzhang, and no Taixu Public School.

At that time, Taixu Illusion had been established and was spreading throughout the world, but I was far from qualified to touch it.

That year, the little boy named Jiang Wang was still working hard to be admitted to the outer gate of Maplewood City Taoist Temple. He still had to work hard for several years - he was already the son of a small town drug dealer, and he was the best person he could come into contact with.

A vast fairy road.

This magnificent Heavenly Palace of Chaowen and Taoism originated from such a narrow beginning.

What Jiang Wang saw at this moment was a peerless genius who was definitely different from himself, but what he saw was just the beginning of another journey of seeking a new path.

He was happy for Uncle Shuo Fang.

The little Bao Xuanjing, bright, cute, smart and polite, bowed at the door.

The majestic celestial being, sitting on the top futon, showed a relieved smile: "There is no need to call you sir, today I will sit across from you to discuss the Tao, and I will just call you Taoist friends!"

"Great! I am Mr. Jiang's little Taoist friend!" Bao Xuanjing smiled happily, "My mother will be proud of me when I go back, and my grandpa will also be happy to drink one more glass of wine!"

There are many smiles in the palace.

The joy of human cubs is so abundant and contagious!

The laws of heaven and man also showed rare gentleness: "Little fellow Taoist, please take a seat."

"Are you Bao Zhongqing's child?" Wang Yiwu asked in surprise.

Speaking of which, since he was expelled from Linzi, he rarely returned to Qidu, even if the ban was later lifted. Even if he did go back occasionally, it was just to play with Zhongxuanzun, or to go back to the Generalissimo's Mansion. But there was no chance.

Meeting Bao Xuanjing.

But he still heard about the "little champion" and "little grace" that have been rumored in recent years——

He didn't think so at first. There were too many "little beauties" in Qi!

In what year should there not be ten or eight people? There is no second person who can really reach the back and become great all the way.

Natural Tao channels are indeed rare, and they are becoming increasingly rare.

But the great thing is never the innate Taoist lineage, but the Chongxuan Zun!

When I saw him today, Bao Xuanjing could easily break through the nine-frame illusion and walk into Chaowendao Heavenly Palace. He really looked like a young Zhongxuanzun!

However, Zhong Xuanzun was much more proud when he was a child. He was taciturn and would get to the point when he opened his mouth. However, he was not as lively and discreet as Bao Xuanjing.

"You are talking about my father! He is a direct descendant of the Bao family, and his name is Zhongqing." Bao Xuanjing bowed to Wang Yiwu and said obediently: "Hello, uncle Yiwu, I have heard my grandpa talk about your heroic appearance in the demon world, and I admire you very much.

You, the cavalry charge into the formation, attack thousands of miles, kill the generals and seize the flag, you are unstoppable - the son of the general should be like this!"
To be continued...