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Chapter 58: Ten Thousand Heroes


"I'm so angry that I bumped into a young hooligan as soon as I went out."

Dongmen Siyi put her hands on her hips and frowned.

She didn't stop yelling until Mu Chuyue could no longer be seen.

The little maid was equally angry, but suddenly realized that their master and servant had clearly escaped.

What would happen if the elder found out?

There are only a few hours until the mountain gate opens.

If the elder gets busy by then and cannot find the young lady, their whereabouts will definitely be exposed.

The young lady is not afraid.

She is the precious granddaughter of the Grand Elder.

In the end, the only one who will suffer is her, the little maid.

Thinking like this, Biluo's face showed anxiety, and she gently tugged on the corner of Dongmen Siyi's clothes and whispered a reminder.

"Miss, let's buy some snacks and go back.

It would be terrible if we were discovered."

When the woman heard this, she shuddered, and an old man with a white beard holding a dark soup bowl and smiling strangely appeared in her mind.

"Let's go, let's go, I don't want the old man to take the opportunity to test the potion for him."

Thinking about the soft texture of the dim sum in her mouth, her full foodie heart instantly suppressed her anger.

What happened just now was like a light cloud floating above her head, without casting any shadow on her heart. , On the outskirts of Tuoji City, a sword-like mountain towers into the clouds.

The smoke is lingering and the fairy spirit is floating.

A vermilion door at the foot of the mountain is tightly closed, revealing an ancient charm.

The colorful glazed tiles reflect the splendid brilliance.

There are several large gilt characters on the plaque on the top: Danyang Sect.

This is the Danyang Sect, a holy place that a generation of talents in the empire yearned for thousands of years ago.

Even though its status has long been replaced by Lingdan Villa, the legend about inheritance and divine fire still exists.

Every year there are still many people trying to squeeze in.

Today is the day when the mountain gate opens.

The so-called opening of the mountain gate can be understood as the meaning of accepting disciples.

However, only the lowest level outer disciples in the sect are accepted here.

After decades of doing odd jobs, they may not even learn a single bit of alchemy.

However, becoming an outer disciple is a stage that everyone must go through.

After a few months, talented people can pass the internal assessment to become inner disciples and gain access to real alchemy courses.

The flat ground at the foot of the mountain was already crowded with people, tens of thousands of people gathered there.

Those who come again will almost have no place to stand.

At this time, the Danyang Sect set up dozens of stalls to collect registration fees, twenty spirit stones, corresponding to each person's entrance examination qualifications.

There are a large number of applicants, but in the end only twenty or thirty people will be admitted.

Most people were in a daze out of boredom; some people gathered in groups of three or five, bragging and talking nonsense; Some people even held the Danyang Sect entrance examination questions collected from everywhere, looked at the sky, and recited them to themselves.

Mu Chuyue found a big tree at the edge, sat on the branch, and looked at the crowd of heads leisurely.

She held a pile of snacks wrapped in oil paper in her hand.

She put her nose to it and smelled it gently, sighing.

"How can this little thing be worth twenty gold coins?

I had to queue for an entire hour to buy it."

Thinking about the handful of gold coins she took out, the girl looked at the snacks with critical and disgusting eyes.

Behind the Vermilion Mountain Gate, a group of people walked down the white jade steps slowly.

Walking at the front was a girl in a green dress with a vague appearance.

Mu Chuyue had a panoramic view of this scene.

The corner of her mouth curled up, and she turned the lanyard of the oil paper bag in her hand, watching it tighten and loosen, "Little thing, the next step is to see how charming you are." xx4911131: