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The clouds looked as if they had fallen from lead, and the rain, like silvery-gray, sticky spider silk, was woven into a soft web.

It was as if all the tragedies had occurred in the rain, so that people were destined to feel lost in the rain.

Ever since Qingyang was young, he didn't like this sort of haze. It caused waves of inexplicable loneliness to suddenly appear in the hearts of others. He raised his head and looked around. He realized that there were quite a number of people wearing straw cloaks and bamboo hats in the Eastern Dragon Sect martial testing field.

"Today is the day that we will depart for the capital, the Southern Rong Country! I don't want to repeat what I said to you before this! " Dongfang Han currently stood majestically on the stage with the other elders. Strangely enough, raindrops fell less than half a meter in front of him. The spectators couldn't help but sigh at the grand master's profound methods.

"The future of the Eastern Dragon Sect is all of you! No matter how strong the opponent was, the Eastern Dragon disciples would not cower and give way! "Even if we can't defeat them, the only thing left to our opponents is ?" Dongfang Han stopped here for a moment and then roared with true qi, "Fight!"

"Fight!" Fight! "Fight!" Under the stage, the Eastern Dragon disciples all heard the sect master's words and felt their blood boil. They shouted with all their might.

Qing Yang's eardrums throbbed with pain. Although he wasn't a descendant of the Eastern Dragon race, he could still feel the unyielding fighting spirit of the hot-blooded youth within his roar. Even he was slightly excited.

"As expected of the head of a sect. It is indeed wise to use the honor of the sect's disciples." After silently praising him, Qingyang smiled towards Dongfang Han and the others who were on the stage.

"We are going to the four groups for the Dragon and Phoenix competition. Our Eastern Dragon Clan has a total of eleven disciples and a guest official of our Dongfang Clan." Dong Fang Han raised his hand, indicating for the excited clansmen of the East Dragon to quiet down, and then said in a clear voice, "I hope all of you do not weaken the fame of the East Dragon! Remember the insolence of the dragon that you were born to be! "

"Born into a dragon!" Born into a dragon! " These words brought the atmosphere of the entire martial arts testing field to its peak.

Qingyang helplessly looked at the crowd of Eastern Dragon disciples who were waving and roaring in anger, then he turned his head with a faint smile to ask Dongfang Ming who was silent and did not move: "Ming, why are you so quiet?"

The two discussed for a long time, but Dongfang Ming refused to let Qingyang call him Brother Ming until yesterday. In the future, he would call Dongfang Ming "Ming."

Looking at the high-spirited Dongfang Han on the stage, Dongfang Ming lowered his head and quietly said, "I don't know, I don't think it has any meaning."

With just one sentence, he had stupefied Qingyang. He rolled his eyes at Dongfang Ming and no longer made a sound. His ears were on his nose, his nose was on his heart, and he was completely focused.

After about an hour, Dongfang Han finally ended his speech. When Qingyang opened his eyes, he noticed that the Eastern Dragon disciples were all excited when they left the arena.

"Qingyang, this time, Elder Yun will lead the twelve of you to the Nirong County to fight against the four clans of the dragon and phoenixes." Dongfang Han pulled Qingyang to the side and lightly laughed.

"Mm. School Head, when should we head out?" "Yes," Qingyang replied softly, rubbing his nose.

The reason why Dongfang Han was so courteous to Qingyang was not only because of his admiration for the youth, but also because of the fact that he was the only one who had the chance to become the champion of this battle against the Four Clans, the Dragon and Phoenix Tribes.

"In a moment, I think it will take us two to three days to get to the Southern Rong Country." Dongfang Han said after a moment of silence.

After chatting for a while, the group returned to their respective residences, picked up their luggage and headed towards the gate of the Eastern Dragon Mountain.

Dongfang Han watched as the five carriages slowly disappeared in the rain. He mysteriously smiled as he flew away.

On this side, besides one car pulling luggage, the rest four cars seemed quite spacious and comfortable. They gathered in groups of two or three and chatted and bragged. Without the restrictions of the East Dragon, they all regained their liveliness and agility as young men and women.

Dongfang Ming was naturally sitting in the same carriage as Qingyang. Surprisingly, Lu Xianhan had also asked to travel with Qingyang. Qingyang couldn't really refuse Dongfang Yun's nod of approval with a smile.

Qingyang who was sitting on the soft cushion in the carriage looked at the plates of fresh fruits on the tea table in front of him. He laughed and sighed: "This big sect is indeed not ordinary. It is indeed very thoughtful."

The atmosphere in the car was also a bit awkward. Dongfang Ming was originally a person who didn't like to talk, so he sat down cross-legged to cultivate. Lu Xianhan also closed his eyes to rest after getting on the car.

In the past half day, Qingyang hadn't spoken a single word to Dongfang Ming.

He casually lifted the curtain of fine window silk and looked at the grass on the ground gradually turning yellow. The two rows of cedar trees by the side of the road were also shivering under the sound of Xiao Xiao's rain, as if they were recalling something.

"Sigh, I wonder what father, mother, and Yanran are doing now. How is mother's body recovering?" With a light sigh, Qingyang discovered that his messy thoughts were like the pitter-patter of autumn rain. He could not cut it off, and his thoughts were messy.

"The person you like is Dongfang Yanran?" A cold voice suddenly rang out, causing Qingyang to come back to his senses.

Other than Lu Xianghan, there were no other women in the carriage. This clear and cold female voice clearly came from Lu Xianhan.

He looked with some astonishment at the beautiful young girl in front of him who was as cold as ice. Qingyang did not deny it and lightly nodded his head, "That's right."

After hearing what Qingyang said, a complex look flashed across Lu Xianhan's face, but he quickly recovered and continued to remain silent like a thousand-year-old ice stone.

After being asked by Lu Xianhan in such a confused manner, Qingyang couldn't figure out what was going on in the young girl's mind. Could it be that this girl had taken a fancy to him?

After thinking about it for a while, there was no conclusion. He decided not to think about it. He took a few deep breaths, tossed his thoughts to the back of his mind, and focused on cultivating.

In the afternoon two days later, the sky had cleared and there were more and more cars coming and going. Qingyang was in a much better mood than she was on a rainy day.

After two days of training, many disciples had come to find Qingyang to ask questions about their own cultivation. Qingyang naturally had a much better relationship with everyone. Even the handsome young man that first provoked Dongfang Ming had to show more respect to Qingyang.

Other than the first day when Xi Han asked a strange question, he didn't say anything to Qingyang. Dongfang Ming, on the other hand, gradually talked a bit more.

"Ming, could you have come to the capital before?" Qingyang lazily lifted his eyelids and asked.

Shaking his head, Dongfang Ming spoke in a muffled voice, "No, aside from the village and the Eastern Dragon Sect when I was young, I've never been there before."

"Everyone, pack up. We will soon reach the borders of the Southern Rong Country." Just as he was about to answer, he heard Dong Fang Yun's shout and felt even more anticipation in his heart.

"I wonder how the capital compares to Yangzhou County?" With a chuckle, Qingyang opened the curtain of the carriage and softly murmured as he looked at the traffic.