Journey to the head

The nights in midsummer are short, and at this time, the night has faded away, and the east is white. In the rising morning light, the girl is slightly angry, standing pretty.

Jiang Baitao has just turned fourteen this year, and is in the year of cardamom. The childishness of the child has faded, and the youthfulness of the girl is gradually awakening.

A little ray of light, sparkling water color, the girl holds her hair in a small bun, wears a light blue narrow-sleeved shirt, with four silver feathers on her arms, paired with a neat horse-faced skirt, which makes her slender figure and graceful figure .

Her skin is as white as snow, her lips are painted with vermilion, and her facial features are delicate and charming. Especially a pair of bright and lively eyes with a hint of cunning, which is impressive and deeply loved.

The graceful girl is like an apricot blossom and the spring water. This pure, hazy green beauty is particularly touching.

Tao Zhongxian's heart skipped a beat, and he screamed in his heart that he was going to die. This little fairy is still so young, but she is so beautiful. When she grows up, I am afraid that even a country and a city will not be able to describe it!

At this moment, he even forgot about Jiang Baitao's identity. He quickly put on the appearance of a humble young master and bowed with great grace: "Tao Zhongxian, a young man, has seen this little fairy."

Jiang Baitao went crazy: "Fairy is just fairy, but you still have to add a small word! How good is Xiaoyou? Why do you, an ugly uncle, call yourself Xiaosheng?"

The ugly uncle...

At this moment, like a bolt from the blue, Tao Zhongxian stood there blankly, devastated, ashamed and angry.

Disciple Jiazhou covered his mouth with both hands and tried hard to suppress laughter. Tao Boliang originally raised his hand, intending to hit his incompetent brother, but seeing his appearance, he couldn't help but feel a trace of sympathy in his heart.

Jiang Baitao fumed, turned around and asked the young man beside him: "Lizi, am I very young?"

Only then did Tao Boliang notice the two young men beside Jiang Baitao. They were also fourteen or fifteen years old. They were wearing Yunshan Sect uniforms and each had a silver feather on their left arm.

The one named "Plum" is a handsome young man with a tall body, a face like a crown jewel, and delicate features. He always held his head high, looking confident and eye-catching.

The other one has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a simple and honest face, a strong build, about the same height as Jiang Baitao, and a naive smile on his face.

These three boys and girls are all in the middle stage of Qi training, and they are probably the leaders among the young disciples of the Yunshan Sect.

The girl's petal-like beauty was right in front of him. Li Da blushed instantly, took a step back in panic, stammered, and was speechless for a moment.

It was Wang Ruoyu who spoke: "Uncle Junior, don't be angry, I think you are not young."

Jiang Baitao rolled his eyes: "Thank you Shitou, I'll tell you when you can call me right."

Disciple Jiazhou chuckled. He was from the Zhou family and was an old man of the Yunshan sect. Since the establishment of the sect, I have watched these young disciples gradually grow up, and my heart is filled with emotion.

Li Da and Wang Ruoyu are already fifteen years old this year. They have just entered the sixth level of Qi training less than eight years ago. Jiang Baitao progressed faster than them and was promoted to the sixth level of Qi training a year ago.

They all have three spiritual roots. Not to mention Baitao, Li Da and Wang Ruoyu are also outstanding disciples who have attracted much attention. Among the monks trained by the Yunshan Sect since childhood, apart from Wu Yan, they are the most outstanding.

As for the double spiritual roots, only one of the hundreds of monks has one. So far, no double spiritual roots have appeared in the spiritual seedlings cultivated by the Yunshan Sect.

"Uncle Jiang, why are you here in person on duty today?"

Jiang Baitao sighed depressingly: "On the first day of October, isn't our sect going to hold a true apprenticeship ceremony? My sister gave me a death order, asking me to be promoted to a true disciple before then. Then I can only do more. Missions earn merit points."         "It's all my brother's fault. He sent so many good tasks to Wu Yan to improve her qualifications. In less than five years, Wu Yan started as an outer disciple and has almost been promoted to a true disciple."

"I've been ranked first in the inner sect for almost eight years. I'm still a little far away from being a real person. If I can't catch up in four months, my sister will freeze me into ice."

Li Da looked at the four silver feathers on Baitao's arm and said with a sour tone: "Uncle Master, just be satisfied. Once you enter, you will be the first grade of the inner sect appointed by the master. Look at me and Shitou, from the beginning, It took five years to advance from an outer disciple to the inner disciple Ding, and now three years have passed, and I am still far from the inner disciple C."

"Furthermore, as I send more and more disciples and their average strength becomes stronger, the requirements for promotion will definitely become higher and higher. I don't know if I will be able to hang one more silver feather in five years." ."

Jiang Baitao pouted: "This feather is so ugly, what's the use? If my sister hadn't threatened me, I wouldn't have done anything true."

Li Da secretly cursed, you old man is being used all day long, and the small treasury can't be used up. Of course it doesn't matter if it's true or not, but can we be the same?

He could only say cautiously: "Then can you not do anything but drag me with you? I want to complete the mission by myself..."

"No!" Jiang Baitao said resolutely, "We share the blessings and bear the hardships together!"

"But I don't want to be the same as you..."

"What did you say?" Jiang Baitao showed his slender fist.

Li Da quickly shook his head: "I didn't say anything."

I have known for a long time that if I want to get ahead, I have to stay away from my junior uncle. Now not only did he offend his junior uncle, but he also offended his little junior uncle's pug. If I hadn't brought these two drag bottles with me, I would have been promoted to the third level of the inner sect!

Jiang Baitao nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, with you here, we Yunshan Three Heroes will definitely be able to accomplish great things!"

Wang Ruoyu grinned: "Yes, Li Zi, you are the smartest. You are our military advisor, how can you run away?"

Li Da was about to cry but had no tears. Sure enough, this trio had no future at all!

"And I am the Four Heroes, the Four Heroes!" Suddenly, a small shout came over. A girl with a round face and big eyes and two pigtails flew over with a magical weapon.

Jiang Baitao shouted happily: "Linglong, why are you here?"

Cui Linglong is eleven years old this year, with a rosy face and a hint of baby fat, making her very cute. Four years ago, her spiritual roots matured, and she was tested to have three spiritual roots, with five inches of good talent. Then she became a disciple and has now reached the fourth level of Qi training.

She has always been the little follower of Baitao and the others, and she likes to run around behind them when she has nothing to do.

She was now riding on her senior brother Liu Zaijiu's flying magic weapon, and shouted: "Uncle, my father has succeeded! He has run to your sister now. He is probably sending a mission to collect elixirs. This is a high-paying job." It’s a good and effortless task, go get it quickly!”

Jiang Baitao's face was filled with joy. It happened to be daylight and the new monk had arrived. She rushed over and rubbed Cui Linglong's face fiercely: "How Linglong, my uncle doesn't always love you in vain!"

With that said, she dragged Li Da and Wang Ruoyu and flew downwards: "Three heroes of Yunshan, let's go!"

Cui Linglong followed closely and shouted: "Four Heroes, it's the Four Heroes!" (End of Chapter)