"I first practice the original method of light boats, and the waves sank the sky and the earth and the currents. I have sunk boats and cross the sea, but I have never heard of anyone reaching the shore and surrounding area."

A poem written with emotion is not only aimed at the election, but also represents Qiao Yun’s understanding and insights on the entire practice.

Are the first two sentences talking about us who have just entered the path of cultivation?... Li Lei's hearts fluctuated after hearing Qiao Yun's improvised poem.

The following "Thousands of sails crossing the sea, but I have never heard of anyone reaching the shore and surrounding area" will be savored after savoring it.

The meaning it covers is carefully considered.

"I didn't expect that after two years of separation, you boy became a big poet, right? Hahaha."

Li Lei shook his head and laughed, and Qiao Yun also laughed.

"Whether crossing the single-plank bridge or crossing the sea with a light boat, I believe, you will definitely be able to walk far, brother." Li Lei hugged Qiao Yuan's shoulder again and said to him.

With the arrival of the students in the square, the election will officially begin.

The rules of the election are simple. Each junior college has more than a dozen promotion quotas, and the specific geometry is not fixed.

All students who meet the requirements in the college can participate and compete for the few places.

The specific number of places depends on Qingyang students who have walked out from here.

If they have excellent performance in higher-level institutions, then correspondingly, there will be more places to be allocated to Qingyang College.

On the contrary, if their competitive performance in the above colleges is extremely poor, Qingyang College will have very few places to obtain.

At first glance, there are very few places, but in fact there are already many. Some junior colleges can’t even get a single place.

Each quota is snatched back from other places, and practice is always fighting in every aspect.

The same is true for relatively comfortable colleges, with strong competition often unexpectedly.

For example, the original Qingyang Academy had more than these quotas.

Students who were standing all over the college square were chattering about possible projects that might be selected this year's general election.

"I hope this year's election will be simpler than last year. Last year's election was so perverted... The dozen selected students were barely passing the passing line and almost wasted the quota."

Although there are fixed quotas, it does not mean that there must be so many people who can be promoted to higher-level schools.

Each state will have different rules for the selection of junior colleges, but no matter what the specific assessment project is, there will be a passing line.

If the passing line is not reached, even if the other students compete, they will not get the quota and enter the school.

The Qingyang students who received the quota last year and entered the school barely met the standards and crossed the passing line.

"Yes, who said no? Since we entered the academy, we have seen the difficulty of watching the election every year."

"I don't know if the difficulty is increasing, or the strength of our Qingyang monks is getting worse and worse, and they are not as good as other monks, and they are out of date... Alas."

As soon as these words were spoken, the students around him all sighed.

I heard from the spirit masters in the academy that there were dozens of places in each election in Qingyang Academy in the past.

And every election is like a fight between gods, with various outstanding figures competing fiercely. Although there are dozens of places, it is always not enough.

However, for some reason, some excellent spiritual masters with high qualifications in Qingyang College were transferred one after another, and even the position of dean was changed for several times.

Such frequent personnel transfers have never happened in the history of Qingyang College.

I also heard that after entering the school, the students of Qingyang seemed to be targeted and became the target of public criticism. The competition in various schools was defeated one after another.

This directly leads to the fewer and fewer places assigned by Qingyang College every year.

In the past few years, it has dropped from 6,70 positions per year to a pitiful dozen.

But even these dozen places are almost impossible to save.

"The strength of young people in Qingyang is getting worse and worse? Hahaha, who said this? Have you ever asked me whether Li Lei agrees or not?"

Li Lei, who was sitting not far away, also heard this, stood up and shouted with his loud voice.

Everyone recognized this rough voice as soon as they heard it and it was Li Lei.

"Li Lei, stop farting. With your strength, you can squeeze into the top 30. I was born to your mother."

Some people couldn't stand Li Lei's fucking and started to fight directly.

"Okay, who said what? Come forward and dare to gamble! Today, let alone the top 30, I can even get the quota of his mother school."

When Li Lei heard this, he burst into laughter and wanted to catch the person who said this and gamble with the other side.

However, what the man was originally hiding in the crowd and said, he immediately fled after he said it, making Li Lei lose his life.

"Damn, what kind of person do I still think of it? I don't even dare to show my face, ah! Unlucky."

When Li Lei saw that he could not find the person to speak, he gave up.

He was originally looking for someone to practice his skills and warm up to prepare for the election later, but now he seems to be unable to do so.

"Li Lei, you are so angry, why are you? You know that there is no share in the election later. Are you trying to find someone to vent your anger?"

At this moment, a voice came from the crowd. Then, a person walked out of it.

I saw him slender body, wearing a blue robe, and a blue belt tied around his waist. The man had long hair and bright eyes.

Li Lei looked at the person who stood up from the crowd, his originally disdainful expression faded and his expression became serious.

I just wanted to find someone to practice, but I didn't expect a big fish to explode.

Qiao Yuan, who was standing behind Li Lei without saying a word, as if he was thinking about something, came back to his senses after hearing the voice of this person and stood silently next to Li Lei.

"I'm angry? Isn't it because they are talking nonsense. I, Qingyang monks, are not weaker than people from anywhere. If I don't even have this awareness, how can I compete with others? It is because there are too many students like them that our Qingyang Academy has reached this point today."

It can be seen that the person who spoke before was not an ordinary identity, otherwise Li Lei's expression would not have become solemn.

But Li Lei still did not change his temper and said bluntly, without any concern about the feelings of the students standing beside him.

After Li Lei said that, the students standing beside him suddenly blushed a little. Yes, he gave up before the election began. This should not be done by the monks.

Not to mention the proud Qingyang monks.

The man standing opposite Li Lei was stunned when he heard Li Lei's words. Someone immediately told him the whole story behind him.

After hearing this, he nodded, as if he had agreed with what Li Lei said.

"It seems that I blamed you wrongly. I heard your domineering voice and thought you were bullying your juniors here. I didn't expect that it was because someone was despised and became self-deprecating."

"Li Lei said it right. I, the Qingyang monk, is not weaker than those in the local area. If you don't even have this awakening, it would be better if you don't participate in the election."

Li Lei was slightly surprised when he heard the person opposite him agreeing with and agreeing with him. He thought there was still a storm.

Before Li Lei could say anything else, the opposite side spoke again.

"Hey, it looks so familiar...is it you, Qiao Yuan."

The man in a blue robe recognized Qiao Yuan standing beside Li Lei.

Not seen each other for two years, compared to before, the tenderness on Qiao Yuan's face has faded. Instead, it is replaced by a clear-edged, tough and resolute face. If it weren't for someone familiar with him, it would be hard to recognize that this is Qiao Yuan.

"Yes, long time no see, Choi Zhihao."

Qiao Yuan greeted the other person, and Qiao Yuan knew.

It turned out that the person opposite was Cui Zhihao, and it seemed that Qiao Yuan had had an intersection with him a long time ago.

Cui Zhihao stood opposite Li Lei and Qiao Yuan. His eyes were fixed on Qiao Yuan and carefully observed Qiao Yuan's face, as if he wanted to see what he had experienced in the past two years.

Li Lei felt uncomfortable when he looked at the scene. A big man was looked at like a little girl, which was so concise.

"Hey, Cui Zhihao, why? I haven't seen such a handsome guy like my brother? I have to stare at him. You won't have that, Long Yangzhi is okay."

Li Lei spoke directly and made fun of the opposite side with a sarcastic look.

After being so funny, those who followed Cui Zhihao were suddenly disturbed, and they walked forward to teach Li Lei a lesson.

When Qiao Yuan saw the people walking towards Li Lei, his mind moved and there were waves of energy fluctuations on the ground.

As long as those people take a step further, something terrible will happen.

"Okay, Li Lei, I just haven't seen Qiao Yuan for so many years, I miss you a little."

Cui Zhihao stopped them before the group was about to enter the energy limit set by Qiao Yuan.

I don’t know if Cui Zhihao sensed something, the hidden energy boundary on the ground.

If they step in, that big storm will be caused.

"I still remember Qiao Yun, you were the first name before you left the academy. Isn't it that the little genius who has the best spiritual consciousness... Hehe, I'm so looking forward to it. I hope I can see you at the end of this election."

Cui Zhihao's words made Qiao Yun think of the people and events two years ago in an instant. At that time, because of Li Lei's publicity everywhere, he was simply called the No. 1 spiritual consciousness.

This, Li Lei...he can bring me some unexpected troubles. Qiao Yun was helpless, but there was no expression on his face.

"You might as well disclose it to you. The election will begin immediately. This time, our Qingyang Academy has only been assigned 9 places."

Cui Zhihao's words seemed to directly detonate a bomb and landed among the students.

The already extremely difficult election, and this time, only 9 places were assigned, but none of them were double-digit. Is this still a person who can pass?

The original confrontation between Cui Zhihao and Qiao Yun also attracted the attention and attention of everyone around him.

But now, everyone's attention is no longer here. They chased Cui Zhihao and wanted to ask clearly whether there are really only 9 places this time.
To be continued...