After All, They Are the Protagonists

After holding the game for a while, Lan Mulian suddenly asked: "Seven days later, there will be an opening ceremony for the disciples in the pilgrimage hall. After that, the nine chief disciples will choose their favorite inner disciples. Master will go Is it?"

Concubine Shang Yan dropped a sunspot into the chessboard, raised her eyes to look at her disciples, and said with a faint smile: "I won't interfere with the trivial matters in the sect, but I will go to the opening ceremony."

When she said this, she glanced at the chessboard on the table and raised her eyebrows slightly.

We are at a disadvantage...

She raised her finger slightly, moved a sunspot to another position that was beneficial to her, and immediately said casually: "It's your time to make the move."

Lan Mulian came back to his senses, picked up the white pieces, looked down at the chess board, and frowned, as if he was seriously thinking about how to make the next move.

At this time, Concubine Shang Yan suddenly seemed to feel something, and slightly raised her head to look in a certain direction.

Lan Mulian noticed the abnormality of the master, and followed the master's gaze to look up.

That direction is... the direction of Zangshu Pavilion?

Lan Mulian was puzzled at first, and then saw that there seemed to be extremely beautiful clouds gathering quietly under the sky.

That is Xiangyun.

Under normal circumstances, not to mention the outside world, it is rare to see such a scene even in the Liangyi Sect.

Almost the clouds in the entire sky are condensed into auspicious clouds, wrapped in colorful streamers and lit up in the sky.

Lan Mulian seemed to have thought of something, his gaze froze slightly, and he whispered to himself, "Spirit Dragon was actually born?"

Was it attracted by the luck of which disciple?

Ye Yu, or Bai Ruoxi?

Or Ye Lingxuan?

These three people are all people of great luck, and they do have the possibility of attracting Linglong.

But for some reason, Lan Mulian thought of another person.

"Or he..." Lan Mulian's mind came up with the name of a mean man.

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Zangshuge...

On the top floor of Zangshu Pavilion, three monks from Liangyi Sect were sitting together drinking tea and discussing Taoism.

Yan Ruyu, the owner of the Cangshu Pavilion, was holding a cup of delicate teacup with complex lines in his hand, playing with the teacup in his hand.

She was wearing a loose black robe, hiding her protruding figure in the loose robe, her hair was loose, and although she always had a gentle smile on her face, there was a hint of aura wherever those pale golden eyes passed. An awesome feeling.

"Senior brothers, the assessments of the nine main peaks are all over now, and in a few days it will be the day to select disciples. Do you have someone you like?" Yan Ruyu looked around at the two and said with a smile.

The two senior brothers Yan Ruyu mentioned, one is the head seat of Drunken Dream Peak, Ning Yuan.

And the other person is the head of Chunyang Peak, Xiang Yan.

Ning Yuan Fuxu smiled and said: "There will always be a lot of geniuses in the Zongmen assessment every year, but most of them are arrogant and need to be honed for a while before they can become talents. Don't rush to choose, just observe these two days before making plans. "

"Although there are many geniuses, but on the way to immortality, even geniuses can fall easily if they have enough heart." Xiang Yan played with the cigarette in his hand, and lit it with a snap of his fingers.

Yan Ruyu looked at Xiang Yan with a smile, and said softly, "Senior Brother Xiang."

Xiang Yan was taken aback for a moment, then sighed helplessly, threw the cigarette in his hand out of the window, and instantly turned into dust and disappeared between the sky and the earth.

Xiang Yan is different from other monks. He is very interested in the world of mortals. He often hides his identity. He goes for a walk in folk towns by himself. He is especially interested in the popular "cigarettes" among the people. He often lights one when he is thinking. .

But this is Zangshu Pavilion, what this Junior Sister Yan hates the most are those men with a strong body smell.

"How about the disciples of Canghai Peak this time? Are there two or three?" Ning Yuan suddenly asked curiously.

Both are the first seat of the sect, but Canghai Peak is the only one that is more special, because the content of the sect assessment on Canghai Peak is really against the sky.

Hmm... It's against the sky in every sense.

Therefore, there are quite a few disciples in Canghai Peak every year. If there is no accident, there should not be much change this year.

However, Yan Ruyu smiled sweetly and said, "Most of the disciples in Canghai Peak have passed the assessment."

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but recall the little monk who had penetrated part of the formation in the Forest of Trials.

Even though he only has the fifth grade of Qi training, but that Junior Sister Lan seems to be quite interested in him. This is a rare thing in the past, and it is really a bit strange.

Seeing that the two senior brothers looked a little surprised, Yan Ruyu just smiled and did not explain.

Suddenly, she vaguely noticed a commotion coming from outside.

Yan Ruyu turned her head to look out the window, but only saw in the cliff outside the Zangshu Pavilion, a giant dragon shaped like a dragon with a pair of antlers on its head poking out its huge dragon head from the clouds.

Ning Yuan and Xiang Yan both looked at each other, and then looked at each other, seeing a trace of surprise in each other's eyes.

Ning Yuan was surprised: "Senior Linglong actually showed up on the day of the assessment? Could it be that he was attracted by this assessment disciple?"

"The existence of the spirit dragon itself represents the word luck. It especially prefers the royal purple air, but if it is a person with great luck, it will occasionally be favored by it."

Xiang Yan said to himself: "Could it be that among these disciples, there are people with great luck?"

Even so, it is impossible to say why the psychic dragon appeared...

In today's world, people with great luck are indeed extremely rare.

But Linglong, as an ancient dragon that existed before Jianzong, even people with great luck have seen many.For it, great luck is rare, but not so rare that it will show up.

"It's coming up!" At this moment, someone among the disciples in the audience suddenly exclaimed.

In the cloud, a giant silver dragon swam out of the cloud, and flew out of the abyss amidst the exclamation of all the sect disciples.

It was suspended in mid-air, flicking its ferocious and beautiful tail, and the surrounding clouds were quietly changed into the appearance of colorful auspicious clouds.

Linglong blinked his clear and agile animal eyes, looked down, and looked around at the sect disciples present.

At this moment, almost every disciple's eyes were filled with fiery color, staring at this spirit dragon.

Even those brothers and sisters who have been in the sect for several years have some expectations in their eyes.

It is rumored that those who appreciate the spirit dragon will receive infinite luck blessings.

Possessing great luck also means that one's future road to immortality will be smooth sailing, with many adventures.

It's no wonder that everyone has expectations at this time.

Linglong opened his mouth lazily in mid-air, as if he was yawning.

A pair of golden animal eyes scanned the disciples present.Soon, its brilliant golden vertical pupils stared in a certain direction.

"It seems to be looking at us." Bai Ruoxi suddenly said via voice transmission.

There is absolutely no mistake, the person it is staring at is me... Feeling a huge sense of oppression rushing towards my face, Mu Zhian immediately made a judgment in his heart.

At this time, he suddenly heard a clear and pleasant voice in his mind: "Aaa?"

Mu Zhi'an froze for a moment, raised his head, and just met Linglong's animal eyes, and there was a gleam of splendor in those eyes.

it's talking to me...

But what did it just say?

"It's coming towards us!" Wei Mengrou suddenly whispered, subconsciously blocking the young master behind him.

The disciples who were onlookers obviously also noticed this scene, and looked at him one after another.

"Where is Senior Linglong going? I haven't seen it in the sect for several years, so I'm so excited after showing up this time?"

"Could it be that the disciple of someone with great luck attracted it..."

"It's the eldest lady of the Bai family in Profound Sky City, No.1 among her peers in Profound Sky City this time." A fellow examiner from Profound Sky City recognized Bai Ruoxi's identity, and suddenly said.

The eyes of all the disciples of the sect fell on the woman in the white skirt beside Mu Zhi'an, and their eyes were involuntarily attracted.

It has to be said that even in the Liangyi Sect, it is difficult to find a beauty like Bai Ruoxi, not to mention that the other party is not just a good-looking vase, and her strength is also superior to her peers.

"Senior Linglong is targeting Miss Bai's family?"

"Yes, after all, she is a person of great luck, but it is really rare that even Senior Spirit Dragon will be attracted..."

Seeing Linglong slowly swimming towards Bai Ruoxi's direction, Mu Zhian raised his head again, his eyes met Linglong's.

In front of so many people, if Linglong came here like this, it might spread among the disciples of Liangyizong tomorrow.

This is not what Mu Zhian wants.

After all, it seems that he still has the imprint left by the Queen of the Demon World on his body. If he becomes the target of public criticism now, it will do him more harm than good.

Mu Zhi'an looked up at Linglong, trying to communicate with it through voice transmission: "Senior Linglong, can you go back today first, I will meet you sometime later."

Linglong blinked his golden animal eyes that were not mixed with any impurities, and tilted his head. There seemed to be a big question mark on his head, and his eyes seemed a little lost.

Being suddenly called to stop, not allowing it to approach, seemed to disappoint the spirit dragon for a while.

The spirit dragon that has existed since the founding of the sect is estimated to be at least a thousand or even tens of thousands of years old, and it is so simple... Mu Zhian couldn't hold back his complaints, and said again via voice transmission:

"Trust me, I never break my word."

"Aaa?"

A strange, incomprehensible voice suddenly came from Mu Zhian's mind, it sounded more like a beautiful singing voice than talking, as if asking him to keep his word.

Mu Zhi'an nodded slightly, and gave it a precise affirmative answer.

The lost look in Linglong's eyes disappeared. It looked around the crowd, and finally, under the eyes of the disciples, it raised its four claws, waved away the surrounding clouds, flicked the dragon's tail, and returned to the bottomless cliff .

All the disciples of the sect were a little dazed, until they looked at the spirit dragon quietly getting into the clouds, and after a long time, someone murmured dully:

"Senior Linglong is going back now..."

"I thought it was after Miss Bai's family...but now it seems that it is not the case?"

Everyone was a little disappointed, but inexplicably relieved.

What they expect is that Linglong chooses themselves as the host of luck blessing. If Linglong chooses someone other than them today, it will inevitably make people a little jealous.

Seeing the other party leave like this now, although it is disappointing, it also makes people feel a lot more psychologically balanced.

"By the way, who is that monk next to Miss Bai?" Someone asked suddenly.

These disciples looked at Bai Ruoxi one after another. She was wearing a plain palace dress, with a charming back curve. Just the back view gave people infinite reverie, her demeanor was cold, and she felt unapproachable.

However, at this time, this unapproachable peerless beauty let the monks around her hold her little hands, covering her mouth and chuckling from time to time, both her posture and her smile were extremely beautiful.

Of course, if Mu Zhi'an were to evaluate it, he would actually think that the appearance of this cold and weak beauty biting her lower lip shyly on the bed is more beautiful.