A look of admiration appeared on Ding Bu'Er's face, "Of course, she is the daughter of the Old Prefecture Duke, Han Ning. Even in the whole of Cheng Yu State, she is considered a genius. Three years ago, the Old Prefecture Duke specially brought little miss to Chang Luo to open her spirit. I heard that the moment she opened her spirit, she opened seven spirit channels. Now that little miss is at Channel Opening Stage Level 5, she should have opened more than 20 spirit channels. If not for the Spring Immortal's Gate, little miss would have entered a sect three years ago. "
Mo Wuji had heard of spirit channels before. He knew that the more spirit channels one opened, the brighter one's future would be. The better the spiritual roots, the more spirit channels would be opened during the first spiritual opening. Mo Wuji had mortal roots and did not even have spiritual roots. Even when he tried to open his spirit once, he did not manage to open any spirit channels.
"Then why wait until the Spring Immortal's Gate? Isn't it better for little miss to enter a sect three years ago? "Mo Wuji asked curiously.
In his opinion, the results of cultivating in a sect and cultivating at home were obviously different. If Han Ning had entered a sect three years ago, she would have been at Channel Opening Stage Level 5.
Ding Bu'Er chuckled and made a "you don't understand" expression. He patted Mo Wuji's shoulder and said in a lecturing tone, "You don't understand right? The real big sects only recruit disciples during the Spring Immortal's Gate Conference. Three years ago, even if little miss did enter a sect, she would only be able to join a small sect. How can a small sect compare to the cultivation techniques and resources of a big sect? "
So that's how it is. Mo Wuji agreed with this statement. Comparing the educational resources of Peking University and a diploma mill, Peking University definitely had more.
"The Old Prefecture Duke sent me here to be little miss's follower, to accompany her to the Spring Immortal's Gate Conference. Bu'Er, when can I see little miss? "Mo Wuji took the initiative to ask.
Ding Bu'Er shook his head, "Old Brother Wuji, the Old Prefecture Duke was just casually comforting you. Among the servants that can accompany little miss to the Spring Immortal's Gate Conference, you and I are definitely not included. "
"Why?" Mo Wuji was shocked. He came here for this purpose. If he was not included in the people going to the Spring Immortal's Gate Conference, there was no point in coming here.
Ding Bu'Er whispered in Mo Wuji's ear, "The servants that little miss brought to the Spring Immortal's Gate Conference were chosen by herself. Miss doesn't know us, so she definitely won't choose us. To be honest, my chances are slightly higher than yours. After all, I'm one of the protectors of the courtyard, and I'm also the guard at the door. Sometimes, the young miss even glances at me. "
Mo Wuji's heart sank. If Han Ning was really like this, then he really might not stand a chance.
Ding Bu'Er patted Mo Wuji's shoulder and left Mo Wuji's residence with sympathy.
No, he came here to go to the Imperial Capital. If what Ding Bu'Er said was true, he would try his best to find Han Chengan.
There was no hurry. Starting from tomorrow, he would go to the entire Han Residence to make friends. After all, he had plenty of gold coins now.
After sending Ding Bu'Er off, Mo Wuji fell asleep on the bed. Ever since he started drinking the channel opening solution, he hadn't had a good rest. He didn't sleep at all last night. It was already pretty good that he could persist until now.
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The sky was just beginning to brighten, but there was already a bell ringing at the place where the guards of the Han Residence were staying. Many of the Han Residence's guards got up and washed up as fast as they could before running to the martial arts field to gather.
Mo Wuji was simply too tired. Even if he heard the bell ringing, he wouldn't have gotten up.
In just half an incense's time, there were already more than a hundred guards gathered at the martial arts field.
"Ta ta..." The sound of a horse's hooves could be heard from outside the martial arts field. A girl dressed in red rode over on a tall, red horse. From afar, it looked like a ball of flame was walking over slowly. Behind her, there was a girl dressed in blue riding on a yellow horse.
"Greetings Miss Ning." Many of the guards greeted in unison. Everyone recognised the person who had just arrived. She was the most pampered miss of the Han Residence, Han Ning.
Han Ning's gaze swept across the crowd. After 10 seconds, she slowly said, "Today, I will be going to the Thunder Fog Forest. I need to pick 10 guards from among you. Those who perform well will follow me to the Spring Immortal's Gate Conference in three months' time. "
I heard that those who perform well will follow the little miss to Chang Luo. More than a hundred martial artists immediately became more spirited, each of them puffing out their chests. They all hoped to be chosen by the little miss to go to the Thunder Fog Forest. No matter how dangerous the Thunder Fog Forest was, it could not resist the allure of going to the Imperial Capital.
"Who is Mo Wuji?" Han Ning suddenly shouted.
The hundred guards fell silent. No one answered for a long time. Almost no one knew who Mo Wuji was.
Han Ning's face turned ugly. She raised her voice and asked, "Is Mo Wuji here?"
Ding Bu'Er hurriedly stood up and stammered, "Little miss, Mo Wuji just arrived yesterday. I think he is still not familiar with the place..."
Following Ding Bu'Er's words, Han Ning's face turned uglier. "Everyone, run around the martial arts field as fast as you can until Mo Wuji arrives. Those who fall behind will lose a month's worth of pay."
A strong man standing at the head of the team lowered his voice and angrily said to a martial artist beside him, "Chang Hongcai, immediately call that kid over, that bastard."
"Yes." A black-nosed and fierce-looking man responded and hurriedly ran out of the training field.
...
"Bang bang!" Mo Wuji was awoken by a series of hurried knocks on the door. He opened his eyes and saw that the sky had just turned bright.
The knocks were still on the door. This was not knocking at all.
It can't be. He's just a servant. Why does he have to wake up earlier than the chickens?
"What's the matter?" Mo Wuji opened the door angrily.
"You must be a newcomer. Because of you, all of us were punished by the Young Miss. Hurry up and gather at the martial arts field. "A fierce-looking man with a long face and a black nose stood at the door.
Mo Wuji recognised this fella. When Ding Bu'Er introduced him yesterday, he was one of them. He was a guard of the Han Residence called Chang Hongcai.
Mo Wuji frowned and asked, "The sky has just turned bright. What's the matter?"
A guard had disturbed his rest, which made him very unhappy. He still hadn't completely reacted.
"The little miss is going to the Thunder Fog Forest today. She is currently selecting people. You just arrived and you dare to ignore the order to gather? No wonder people say that you are arrogant. You are indeed arrogant. "Chang Hongcai stared at Mo Wuji and said coldly.
Isn't the little miss of the Han Residence Han Ning? Previously, he thought of ways to get to know Han Ning. Now that Han Ning was going to the Thunder Fog Forest to select people, wasn't this exactly what he wanted?
Mo Wuji finally reacted and said, "Wait for me. I'll be done in a while."
With that, Mo Wuji hurriedly washed up and followed Chang Hongcai to the martial arts field.
"Oh yes, Brother Chang, you said that I'm arrogant? I think I just arrived last night? "Mo Wuji suddenly remembered what Chang Hongcai said.
Chang Hongcai could not be bothered with Mo Wuji and quickened his pace.
"You're the Mo Wuji who did not even put Yao Kang from the Ministry of Rites in his eyes?" Just as Mo Wuji reached the martial arts field, an angry voice called out to him.
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