"Congratulations."

A second line of words appeared on the ancient stele.

"Ye Wuque of Jiangliu Village, 15 years old, passed the entrance test of the 'Xunxian Sect'."

When Ye Wuque finished reading this line of words, he was stunned for a moment, and slowly became dazed. The accumulated fatigue completely burst out and drowned him. He seemed to understand something, and then everything around him seemed to start spinning.

The immortal light was vast, covering everything, lighting up from the ancient stele and drowning everything.

When the immortal light dissipated, Ye Wuque's figure had disappeared, leaving only the ancient stele standing here.

There were only four ancient characters left on it, as if they had been engraved on it from the beginning.

"Nan Ke fairy dream."

...

"Wake up!"

"Old Ye! Wake up! Why are you sleeping so soundly today? Did you drink monkey wine last night?"

"Wake up!"

Ye Wuque, who was half asleep, felt that his cheek was being pinched hard. The severe pain finally drove away the sleepiness. He slowly opened his sleepy eyes. Everything in front of him was blurry and his head was dizzy, but he saw a handsome but childish face close at hand!

"You are... Old Feng?"

Ye Wuque shouted subconsciously, and then he felt a sharp pain in his cheek again!

"How much monkey wine did you drink secretly? You are so drunk? You don't even recognize me?"

The severe pain finally made Ye Wuque get up suddenly and slowly wake up.

Looking around, he found that this was a dilapidated, mottled but clean room with only a couch, a table, and a small piece of bacon hanging on the wall.

Ye Wuque blinked, still a little confused.

He felt as if he had a very long dream!

In the dream, he seemed to have become another person, experienced many things, and finally entered a place, killing and killing non-stop, killing until he was exhausted, and finally seemed to know nothing.

"Look at you! Are you still immersed in the 'Nan Ke Xian Meng'?"

"Haha! Me too, it seems that both of us have passed the entry test of the 'Xun Xian Zong'!"

The voice that pinched him to wake him up sounded again, revealing a hint of surprise.

"Old Ye, take a look at your right arm, is there a fairy mark?"

Ye Wuque subconsciously rolled up his worn sleeves and looked at his right arm, where a mark shining with a faint glow was jumping!

"It's really a fairy mark!"

"Old Ye! Great! We both have it!"

Ye Wuque looked over and saw that Lao Feng also rolled up his right arm, and there was an identical mark there.

The next moment, Ye Wuque seemed to have finally woken up completely, and all the memories came to his mind.

"Great!"

"We succeeded! We finally succeeded!"

The two teenagers shouted excitedly, hugged each other, shouted and jumped, excited and surprised.

"Hurry! Take a bath! Take out the new clothes that Aunt Niu made for us and put them on. Let's go to Xunxian Sect together. We can't be late!"

"By the way, we need to cut our hair first. It's too long!"

Ye Wuque came back to his senses, let go of Lao Feng, and walked to a worn-out bronze mirror.

Lao Feng also nodded immediately and walked to the mirror.

In front of the bronze mirror.

Two faces that were still childish emerged.

One seemed to be born with fair skin, handsome face, and bright eyes.

The other was extremely handsome, with sharp features and clear eyes.

Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen.

They were two orphans in a village called "Jiangliu Village" within the territory of Xunxian Sect. They were both fatherless and motherless, and grew up by themselves.

When they were six or seven years old, they both fell in love with a wild rabbit that had escaped from a dilapidated temple. In order to fill their stomachs, they fought fiercely, but neither of them won, and the rabbit slipped away. In the end,

they were bruised and swollen, and they collapsed on the ground and cursed each other. After

cursing for a long time, they had no strength left and fell asleep.

When they woke up, they found each other's embarrassed appearance and couldn't help laughing.

Since then, the two teenagers have become friends. They found that they were both orphans and had to rely on themselves. They felt more empathy and sympathized with each other. They simply put their doghouses together and lived together from then on.

Six or seven years passed in a flash.

The two teenagers have long become best brothers to each other, and they are both exactly fifteen years old.

And the two are even more lucky. In the "Nan Ke Xian Meng" where the "Xun Xian Zong" recruited disciples, they passed the test, each received a fairy mark, and successfully became disciples of the Xun Xian Zong.

Click, click! In front

of the worn-out copper mirror, the two teenagers cut each other's hair and cut them short, then went down to the river to take a bath. After washing, they finally put on the new clothes cut for them by Aunt Niu next door.

The two cleaned-up teenagers stood together, full of vigor and grace. Seeing their new looks, they all smiled conceitedly.

"Not bad! Look at my handsome face! Really handsome!"

Ye Wuque touched his face and said with a smile.

"Haha, that's it?"

"In terms of handsomeness, I, Feng, have never been defeated by anyone! You can't do it. Look at yourself, do you look like a man? You are so white, and your facial features are so soft. If you don't know, you would think you are a beautiful woman!"

Feng Caichen curled his lips.

"You are nakedly jealous!"

"Tsk!"

The two teenagers bickered as usual, while looking at themselves in the mirror happily.

"It's almost time, it's time to set off."

Finally, Ye Wuque calculated the time and said.

"Well, we are going to... become immortals!"

Feng Caichen also nodded.

But he seemed to remember something, walked into his room, and finally took out something, which was a worn-out wooden sword.

"You want to take it with you?"

Ye Wuque asked curiously.

Feng Caichen looked at the wooden sword he made himself, and a hint of love appeared in his clear eyes. Then he thought of something and said, "Old Ye, do you think we can really become immortals if we go there?"

"This... I don't know."

Ye Wuque shook his head.

"But there are immortals in the 'Xunxian Sect'! We saw with our own eyes that they can also cast spells and fly into the sky. It is said that with a wave of their hands, they can move mountains and seas and sweep away thousands of troops!"

"But..."

"I don't know why, Old Ye, I don't want to practice any immortal arts, I really want to... practice swordsmanship! In the dream of Nan Ke, I seem to have become a very powerful swordsman!"

Feng Caichen said this while holding his wooden sword.

Ye Wuque was startled at first, then he remembered something, looked at his hands, clenched them and then let go, and said inexplicably: "I don't seem to like any magic, I prefer the feeling of hitting people with my fists! When my body becomes as hard as iron!"

"No! It's too late! Let's go!"

Ye Wuque suddenly reacted and said anxiously.

The two rushed out of the house in a hurry, stirring up a cloud of dust.