"Guess what's the test result of Mu Ruyue from the Mu family?"
"Does that matter? Of course not."
"Haha, she will come out later, and you can see the clue by the expression on her face."
Just as he was speaking, the plain clothes jumped into everyone's eyes.
At this time, the girl's expression was as cold as ice, her eyes did not imply any emotion, and there was no surprise, just like when she first came here.
Seeing her like this, everyone confirmed their thoughts even more.
Waste is waste, no matter how it changes, it will always be just waste.
Because everyone's eyes were on Mu Ruyue, no one saw the shock that hadn't faded from the face of the steward following him.
Watching Mu Ruyue leave, the steward slowly looked away, and said in a cold voice: "Everyone, Mr. Zhao remembered some things today, so the test will end here for the time being, and we will queue again at the same time next year!"
After leaving these words, he turned and walked into the testing hall.
"Old Zhao," the steward clasped his fists respectfully, and said, "I have already let those people leave."
"Well," Mr. Zhao nodded. He thought of the test results just now, with obvious surprise in his eyes, "Just pretend you haven't seen this matter before, and no one is allowed to tell it. Do you understand?"
Mr. Zhao's expression was unusually serious, and the steward nodded hurriedly: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhao, I will never say anything."
"Okay, then you take care of the next thing, I'm going to visit Master Wuyu."
This girl's talent is too shocking. If other forces find out, they will definitely fight with him without hesitation. Therefore, this test must be kept secret from anyone.
Thinking that this kind of person was discovered by Mr. Zhao, he was filled with excitement.
Since the talent contest will be held in a few days, only Qingyunmen's talents will appear in Fengcheng during this period. The talent test is to discover the existence of genius, but it does not mean that some people with mediocre talent will not rise through perseverance.
That's why there is a genius contest.
Inside the inn, two old men were talking and laughing happily.
One of them was wearing a yellow striped shirt and a green one, with a shrewd look on his brows, while the other was wearing a white cotton coat with grayish undertones and a red cape, which looked nondescript.
"Haha, Tian Yuan, I remember that your apprentice named Ye Tianfeng is the King Jing's son of Ziyue Kingdom?" Wuyu looked at the old man in the yellow striped shirt with a smile, and said wittily, "Hehe, this King Jing's son is actually the son of King Jing." You can be regarded as a young talent, Tianyuan, you are blessed."
"Master Wuyu was joking," Tian Yuan smiled, and said implicitly, "If Master Wuyu wants to accept apprentices, how many geniuses will rush to be your disciples, and the name of the chief alchemist of Qingyunmen is a good one." Signboard, how can I compare with Master Wuyu? It's just that Master Wuyu has a very high vision, and it's hard for anyone to catch your eyes. But Feng'er's talent is indeed very good, and he is an excellent seedling of alchemist. Teach him how to make elixir.
Wuyu stroked his beard lightly, with a faint smile on his face, noncommittal.
He was just casually polite just now.
To be honest, a genius like Ye Tianfeng couldn't catch his eyes at all.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and then Mr. Zhao pushed the door and walked in. Seeing the old man talking and laughing happily, he suppressed the excitement in his heart, took a deep breath, and called out: "Master Wuyu!" , Master Tianyuan."
"Mr. Zhao, what's the matter? Is the test over?" Wuyu smiled lightly, turned to look at Mr. Zhao whose face was flushed from excitement, and asked in doubt.
"Not yet, because I have something to report, so I ended the test halfway."
"Oh? What made you stop the test and come to report?"
"It's like this, Master Wuyu," thinking of the scene in the test hall, Zhao Lao's expression was extremely excited, "Just now in the test hall, I found a peerless genius, that is really a genius, even Master Tianyuan's disciple Ye The wind in the sky is less than one percent of what it was that day."
(end of this chapter)