After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée - Chapter 36

[Chapter 36 Yuqing Gate]

“No solution?”

“How can it be incomprehensible?”

In the surging crowd, Zheng Wan raised her head and looked at the roulette wheel that turned on and off. She couldn’t understand how she was standing here as a living person. Good or bad or bad, how could she be incomprehensible .

True Monarch Fusheng twirled the Buddha beads, and with a “huh”, with him, there were also a group of Dan Xinmen who came forward, all of them wearing indigo sect robes, compared to Guixumen’s orderly order, it seems a lot more comfortable.

He was the first monk with a round face and round eyes, who had a big heart and a fat body, and smiled:

“No solution? It’s strange.”

Dozens of people from Bei Mianmen and his party also fell down. They were all dressed in light blue robes with the Big Dipper draped on their robes. The head was a lady with a high crown.

“Mingyu Daojun, come and see, why is there no solution?”

The fat monk beckoned to the lady, and when Zheng Wan heard the name, she turned to look subconsciously.

This is a heroic female cultivator, with thick black and dense eyebrows, a pair of long and narrow eyes, and a high-spirited arrogance without smiling. At first glance, it is really attractive.

Zheng Wan was very impressed by this Mingyu Daojun. If Liu Yi was just a minion who was brought to the world in her dream, she would have very little role in her role, but this Mingyu Xingjun was a very strong stroke.

She is the future head of Beimianmen. She has been gifted since childhood. She is quite accomplished in Xuanshu.

This Mingyu Daojun is Cui Wang’s best friend, and in Shanmen’s discussion of Taoism, the two have a fateful friendship.

But it is probably a woman’s nature. What Zheng Wan remembers more is that Daojun Mingyu has always been in love with Cui Wang, but this love is not obvious, she has never resorted to words, and Cui Wang has never been known.

“No solution?”

Daojun Mingyu laughed, “Then I have to take a look.”

“Little cultivator, raise your head and let this gentleman take a look.”

Zheng Wan only felt a gentle but unbearable force to hold her chin up, and Zhenjun Mingyu had walked in front of her at some point, twisting the back of a turtle in his left hand and pinching his right hand.

She said “Huh” again:

“The Statue of Broken Life?”

Right at this moment, a force of Yuan force tried to penetrate into her body through Zheng Wan’s fingertips like the tip of a needle. She subconsciously resisted. Granny Jin had said that no cultivator could explore others’ qi machine without permission.

Unexpectedly, the other party’s Yuan Li was like a sea of stars, almost pouring in, and at this moment, Cui Wang moved.

He raised his hand lightly and flicked his hand, then reached into Zheng Wan’s body and called back:

“Mingyu, it’s over.”

Mingyu Daojun laughed again:

“Li Wei, do you feel sorry for this little beauty?”

Under Cui Wang’s unmoving eyes, she asked again:

“Little cultivator, this gentleman asks you, are you a person of clarity? Foreseeing a little knowledge, changing your life against the sky, if this is the case, this nine-turn roulette can’t really be measured.”

There was an uproar.

There are indeed bright people, but there are only three people in the entire Xuan Cang Realm who can truly change their lives. One exists in the legend, Lord Ziwei Xing, but he has disappeared; It is now the Great Elder of Beimianmen, Xianjun Jingsu.

“Yes.”

Zheng Wan decided to hate this Mingyu, probably because of the way she looked at her, as if she was a rare thing—but no matter how rare it was, she was also a dead thing.

“Then are you willing to enter my Beimianmen?”

Mingyu Zhenjun showed her a kind smile, “Go directly to the first peak of my divine machine and be my disciple.”

There was another sensation in the audience.

This is a good thing to skip the primary, secondary, and final exams and enter the inner door of the big sect – who doesn’t want it?

Unexpectedly, Zheng Wan, who was in the center of the discussion, looked up and refused:

“Thank you for your love, I don’t want to.”

“Why?”

Mingyu was surprised, “If you have a transparent body, if you can practice mystic arts, it is the most suitable.”

Even mother-in-law Jin persuaded her to agree in her head, and Zheng Wan also knew that in the current situation, there is indeed a lot of benefits and no harm in the promise – although Daojun Mingyu is a bit mad, but according to the dream, But he is also an upright, upright and bright person.

But Zheng Wan was unwilling.

She is awkward.

“Sorry, I’m sorry, I…I want to take another look.”

When these words fell into the ears of others, they didn’t know how to lift them up, and Zhenjun Mingyu was not annoyed, but he looked at her a few times with strange eyes, and was about to speak, but he heard the request of Daojun Fusheng:

“If not, enter my Tianluo Sect?”

Zheng Wan didn’t want to be a big nun——

She glanced at Lord Fu Sheng Dao’s bald head, and thought regretfully that if she had to cut off her long hair with a scissor, she would rather not practice this way.

“Fusheng, you are making a fool of yourself. When did your monk temple accept female disciples?”

“She’s the first one if she wants to come, little cultivator, are you coming?”

Zheng Wan also shook her head and refused:

“I don’t want to cut my hair.”

“You are licensed not to cut.”

A smile appeared on the face of True Monarch Fusheng, but he heard a “noisy” from the old opponent who had been silent all the time beside him.

Cui Wang glanced at Zheng Wan, and then walked away with a long sleeve – not too far away, he went straight to the place where the disciples were recruited at the Guixu Gate, and stood up straight.

As soon as Zhenjun Wei left, the Danxin Sect, Beimian Sect, and several other sects that came one after another all returned to their respective positions, waiting for the roulette to select the first round of passers.

Zheng Wan was left hanging here.

She seemed to be standing dumbfounded, but her mind was almost filled with the screams of Granny Jhin:

“Mother-in-law!”

“Go, you must go to Yuqingmen!”

Granny Jin screamed, “Although you are Bing Yuangen, you are not suitable for that cold spell, but if it is very compatible with the ‘Moxu Jing’ of Yuqingmen, there is no truth and no illusion, one way to create the sky… ”

Zheng Wan was dazed by her shouting.

“Could it be that Yuqingmen is the sect with the most gorgeous and beautiful clothes?”

She noticed the team that came recently. They were next to the team at Guixu Gate. There were men and women, their clothes were fluttering, the men were handsome and the women were beautiful. With an indescribable charm, it makes people want to see it again and again.

“Yes.”

Granny Jin said in a deep voice, “Don’t read too much, they are only practising the most low-level charm method, but there is another volume of the essence of the immortal scriptures in the Yuqingmen Bookstore, called ‘Mo Xu Jing’, which creates a method based on the combination of reality and reality. Cultivating to the Mahayana can create a world, confuse people’s minds, and match your temperament. Bing Yuangen can also help you overcome the impetuousness at the beginning of Moxu Jing.”

“Entering the danxin door, mother-in-law, I almost forgot the practice of that old witch, she should be flying up now, right?”

Zheng Wan retracted her gaze and looked at the city guard. She was about to ask her how she did it, but she saw Daojun Fusheng came stepping on the lotus, twisting the ten fingers of the Buddha beads like jade bones, and hooked her lips into a smile:

“Little cultivator, are you looking at Li Wei?”

The Guixu Gate is next to the Yuqing Gate, and I think it was misunderstood.

Zheng Wan shook her head. Before she could speak, she heard Daojun Fusheng’s harmonious voice report:

“Bing Yuangen, top grade, bone age fifteen, in the middle stage of Yuanjing, I look at it, you can enter Guixu Gate.”

The city guard was startled, and even the little cultivators on the left and right after Zheng Wan began to whisper.

“Is there a mistake in the Floating Life True Monarch? Heavenly Grade Ice Primordial Root, but only entered the middle stage of Primordial Realm in fifteenth…”

To the effect it is unlikely.

True Monarch Floating Life smiled, like a Buddha holding a flower:

“In the vast world, there are thousands of encounters in life, how is it impossible?”

However, Zheng Wan remembered that this Li Jin belonged to the True Monarch Floating Life… the memory of the mortal world is still there.

“True Monarch said so, so it is.”

The city guard looked at Zheng Wan with a complicated expression, such a root, no matter which school he entered, he was an inner disciple.

“Go back to the market.”

True Monarch Fusheng said with a smile.

Zheng Wan looked at the inviolability in his eyes, and subconsciously remembered Li Jin’s submissive promise, which was a reincarnation. Why would there be such a big change?

“Can you ask True Monarch, why do you want me to go to the Guixu gate?”

“I just want to see a play.”

Zhenjun Fusheng put his hands on her shoulders, turned around Zheng Wan, and motioned her to look at Cui Wang.

But seeing the man’s brows are sharp, the brilliance in his eyes seems to be fading, and the two of them are looking at each other, Cui Wang turned his head indifferently.

“Interesting or not?”

True Monarch Fusheng laughed, “This mortal world… it’s a worthwhile trip.”

Zheng Wan raised her lips slightly and reminded him softly:

“True Monarch Floating Life, do you still remember the previous promise?”

“Remember, this gentleman never lies.”

“I want Zhenjun to help me enter the Yuqing Sect.”

“Yuqingmen?”

True Monarch Fusheng twirled the Buddha beads, but his eyebrows showed the peculiar displeasure when someone in high position was violated. Brush down the seven sects.”

“I’ll help you and Li Wei reconcile your relationship, don’t you like it?”

Zheng Wan said decisively:

“I’m not happy.”

“Didn’t this gentleman tell you, Li Wei can hear your words.”

Zhenjun Fusheng laughed, Zheng Wan subconsciously looked at Cui Wang, but saw that he was standing still like a mountain, his side face like a sculpture of ice and snow, cold and hard.

She turned her head indifferently:

“True Monarch is wrong, I and Liwei True Monarch just met by chance, even though we have had an intersection, and now it’s gone without a trace.”

“What a free and easy temperament!”

True Monarch Fusheng caressed his palms and laughed, “I am happy.”

“Okay, even if you don’t want to enter the Ruins of Return, stand there and stab Li Wei’s eyes. Don’t worry, it’s just a primary election, the sect’s ownership is uncertain, and the real results will not come out until the third round. If you still want to go to Yuqing Sect, I will help you.”

Having obtained this promise, Zheng Wan naturally did not want to disobey True Monarch Fusheng in the small section, and really stood among the bunch of little monks at Guixu Gate.

There are little dolls around the age of six or seven. She stands in such a slim way, she really stands out from the crowd, and you can see it at a glance. In order to make Zhenjun Fusheng look happy, Zheng Wan even moved to the opposite side of Cui Wangzheng.

Cui Wang looked at him with heavy eyes, and Zheng Wan raised her head and smiled at him.

She looked at Cui Wang and lowered her gaze, so she stopped making mistakes and stood there obediently, waiting for the results of the first test.

The roulette wheel selection took a day and a night to complete, which was nothing to the cultivator, and finally one hundred and twenty people were selected.

Zheng Wan also understood from the whispers. The so-called roulette selection is only a preliminary suggestion, even if it is a monk’s position, it is only a preliminary intention to show the sect, and the result is still unknown. Those from the Ruins Gate entered the Taibai Gate, some went to the Tianzun Gate to enter the Yuqing Gate, and some went to the Imperial Beast Gate, but they went to the Huanxi Sect…

There are seven gates, three sects and two sects, a total of twelve sects. Among the countless cities in the Xuan Cang Realm, the first one is only the smallest one, but in the end, those who can stand out and enter the big sect, each gate has only a hundred people, and those who can enter the inner gate, Kankan three.

“Only when you enter the inner door of Yuqingmen are you qualified to enter the Tibetan Scriptures Pavilion.”

Granny Jhin reminded her.

Zheng Wan had already heard the city guard announce:

“The first round, the primary election is over.”

They waved the roulette away neatly and uniformly. Before Zheng Wan could react, she felt that her feet vacated and stood on a wide field with a flat green front and endless auspicious clouds next to her. She could only hear the front. A familiar sentence came:

“Catch it.”

She subconsciously grabbed the white robe in front of her.

But when she saw Jiang Feng hunting, she stepped on Cui Wang’s sword, next to Guixumen Jianxiu and a little cultivator, and rushed to the end of the sun.

“Where are we going?”

“The second pass, Chiyou City.”