There was silence in Taixu Garden. Ye Ling was struck by lightning and was completely covered in darkness. He was lying in the purple bamboo forest. The light mist in the forest shrouded Ye Ling. The aura accumulated by the treasures of heaven and earth was helping Ye Ling heal his injuries.
On the other side, Chen Yan was carrying wooden boards and building a wooden house on one side. Ye Ling's previous one was destroyed by Gu Ningyuan, and Chen Yan was building a new one for Ye Ling.
The breeze blew slowly, and Ye Ling's consciousness came out of the sea of consciousness. He opened his eyes again, only to find himself in a purple bamboo forest, covered in darkness.
He laughed at himself, jumped into the nearby creek to clean himself, put on the Taoist uniform of a Wentian Sect disciple, and walked out of the forest.
Seeing that Chen Yan was repairing his house, Ye Ling hurriedly stepped forward to help and said, "Tell Master to worry about it."
"Master should worry about his disciples, isn't that what he should do?" Chen Yan said with a smile: "I guess you won't be able to live in this house for a few days."
Ye Ling couldn't deny it. He said that after entering Yingchong Realm this time, he would go down the mountain to find the whereabouts of his two junior brothers. Therefore, he estimated that he would not stay in Taixu Garden for much longer.
The master and apprentice chatted casually, and a small wooden house was quickly built.
After finishing everything, Chen Yan sat down at the stone table, picked up a jar of Zuiyun Brew, and handed it to Ye Ling: "It's been a long time since I drank it. Let me satisfy my craving first."
"Master still understands me!"
Ye Ling took the wine jar with a smile, raised his head and drank a big gulp. He wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "I haven't tasted wine for several years. I really miss it."
Chen Yan also smiled and raised a jar and drank. The two of them were drinking from each other, when a person came up from the sky and said to them: "The aroma of this wine is too strong, I can't help but come."
Ye Ling took a closer look and saw that it was Xu Mochen. He threw a jar of wine over and said, "I have been in seclusion for several years, and you haven't had a single sip of it?"
Xu Mochen couldn't wait to open the seal and took a sip. He looked very energetic and said: "You are in retreat, and your master is also in retreat. The Taixu Garden in Nuo Da is deserted and deserted. Even drinking is tasteless."
Chen Yan said nonchalantly: "For those of you in the sect who want to drink with you, ask those little girls at Qingyu Peak who haven't had one or two erotic dreams of your lonely dust?"
After hearing this, Ye Ling also smiled and looked at Xu Mochen. Xu Mochen looked at the wine jar with a normal expression and said, "It's a pity that there is no one who understands wine, otherwise I would be willing to sacrifice myself."
Chen Yan laughed and said, "When did you become so shameless? I didn't expect it!"
"I drank too much and got drunk."
When Xu Mochen came today, he seemed very worried.
Ye Ling didn't care at all. His relationship with Xu Mochen was either far or close. Xu Mochen saved him, and he remembered this love, but he didn't have a deep friendship. The intersection is just for drinking, not friends.
As the night got darker, Xu Mochen left with a smell of alcohol and Chen Yan also returned to the back mountain. Before leaving, he just told him to go to the back mountain when he was going down the mountain.
Ye Ling sent the two of them off without any further delay. He returned to the room and sat down cross-legged. His consciousness sank into the sea of consciousness and he went to read the Thunder Book. Every time a page of the Thunder Scripture was turned, thunder and lightning struck Ye Ling's consciousness, refining and improving it. Although this process is painful, Ye Ling knows that these methods can quickly make his consciousness stronger, so he is not afraid of difficulties.
In the wooden house, Ye Ling sat cross-legged, seemingly calm, but his body was covered in sweat, almost soaking through his clothes. At the same time, in the sea of consciousness, Ye Ling's consciousness was wailing in pain and rolling on the ground.
Early the next morning, Ye Ling came out of the couch in the wooden house. His eyes were bright, his body was full of Tao power, and he had a faint edge, which showed his profound cultivation.
He stepped into the air with the wooden sword on his back, came to the God of War Valley again, and directly chose the eleventh floor. But when he saw the figure of the man in white reappearing, he looked at Ye Ling and was slightly surprised: "Sword cultivator? I didn't expect that Wentian Sect also has sword cultivators."
Ye Ling didn't say much. His sharp edges were revealed, his wooden sword was unsheathed, and his sword technique soared to the sky, and he attacked the man in white. Ye Ling was now in the Ying Chong realm, his cultivation level had greatly increased, and his strength in this attack was also very extraordinary.
The man in white raised his eyebrows and rushed forward with his Dao force. The two fought thousands of times, but the man in white finally lost to Ye Ling at this moment, and his Dao body was destroyed. Before disappearing, he said: "Your sword is very sharp, but this sharpness does not seem to belong to you. This is not your own swordsmanship."
After saying that, the figure of the man in white disappeared, and the scenery around Ye Ling changed, reaching a higher level. What appeared on this floor was a middle-aged man in black, with a majestic look on his brows. He looked at the wooden sword in Ye Ling's hand and said: "Is there anyone in my Taixu lineage who can use a sword? This wooden sword." It looks pretty good. As far as I know, a friend of the founder of our sect used a wooden sword. He has a wooden sword that exists in our sect. Could it be this one?"
Ye Ling shook his head and said: "This junior got it by chance, and it is not a treasure of the sect."
"I see," the middle-aged man in black nodded and said, "But my Taixu lineage is extraordinary in swordsmanship. Let me try your method!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the man in black gained momentum, the aura of the avenue spread, and the invisible power instantly sealed Ye Ling's surroundings.
With a thought in his mind, Ye Ling hurriedly ran with Xuantian's shadow on his feet, but his movements had completely caught the eyes of the middle-aged man in black.
The middle-aged man in black waved his hand, and the palm print formed by the Tao power was grabbed at Ye Ling. Under this palm, all life was extinguished and the void was shattered.
Ye Ling's sword soared into the sky, and the sharp sword energy shot out horizontally, annihilating the palm print. The middle-aged man in black's eyes lit up and said: "What a sharp sword, but no matter how sharp the sword is, it's just a thin slice!"
As he spoke, the middle-aged man in black suddenly rushed towards Ye Ling with his Taoist charm. A pair of fists were like a giant mountain pressing down on Ye Ling, pounding towards Ye Ling.
When Ye Ling saw it, he didn't hide or evade. He put the wooden sword behind his back, turned his fist into a sword, and faced him. The two of them punched back and forth, moving from east to west, from south to north, until the sky was dark and the void collapsed. Thousands of rounds were just in the blink of an eye.
But after hearing a loud noise, the two bodies shook back. The middle-aged man in black smiled slightly and said: "What a strong Taoist body. Your Taoist body is already comparable to that of a monk in the Immortal Realm. My Taixu lineage actually has such a disciple. I really have a successor!"
Ye Ling held up his hand and said: "Senior, you are so grateful. It is only because of some opportunities that I, my junior, have reached where I am today."
The middle-aged man in black said: "Humility is certainly a good thing, but if it is too much, it may be hypocrisy or inferiority complex. As cultivators, we should be open-minded and straightforward. There is no need for the red tape and scheming concerns in the world. Carry it on your back.”
Hearing this, Ye Ling let out a long breath and said: "The seniors have spoken, and the juniors have learned from it."
The middle-aged man in black nodded, then collected his Taoist charm, and said to Ye Ling: "I probably already understand your cultivation strength. With my current cultivation level, I am no match for you. If the fight continues, I will definitely lose at your hands. What's more, you just fought with me, and you haven't tried your best. If you had tried your best, I would have already lost at this moment."
Ye Ling did not refute. He had indeed not made a full-strength attack. He had not released a single move of the Heaven-Destroying Sword Art. He just wanted to test the current condition of his Tao body. From this point of view, he could only rely on the power of Qi and blood of the Tao body. With his strength, he can go head-to-head with Ying Chong Realm monks. Even if they use Taoist power and techniques, Ye Ling is confident that he will not fall behind.
Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man in black changed the topic and said: "Although you are powerful in Taoism, you are pure in swordsmanship. But the path you are taking now is not created by yourself, but by learning from others. What I said is right. ?”
Ye Ling nodded, and he was shocked. These seniors from Taixu Peak were really powerful. Not only did they see that his sword skills were extraordinary, they also pointed out his concerns that his sword skills were not his own.
The middle-aged man in black said: "Although this swordsmanship is mysterious enough, even if your realm is improved, it will not restrict you. But the path belongs to you after all. If you just want to The Tao and fruits of others will eventually be controlled by others. So your top priority now is not to continue to improve your cultivation, but to find your own way of swordsmanship!"
"My own way of swordsmanship!" Ye Ling was silent for a while, then suddenly gave a long salute and said: "Please teach me, senior, how can I find my own way?"
The middle-aged man in black said: "Everyone has his or her own opportunities, and no one can make a final conclusion. If you experience more and understand more, you may be able to find it. Everything has a destiny, everything has a chance, and your way can only be found. You can get it on your own!”
The figure of the middle-aged man in black gradually disappeared. His words echoed in Ye Ling's ears, but he did not give the answer Ye Ling wanted.
After leaving the God of War Tower, Ye Ling was still frowning and thinking. Little did he know that the disciples from all the peaks around him were casting surprised and appreciative glances at him.
"It is indeed Ye Ling. Look at his current cultivation, it seems that he is even more advanced!"
"Could it be that he has already entered the Ying Chong realm! How is this possible? He has only practiced Taoism for ten years. How can he reach the Ying Chong realm so quickly!"
"No wonder a thunderstorm came to the sect the day before yesterday. Could it have been caused when he broke through the realm? I thought it was Chen Yan who was about to enter the celestial realm!"
"You are confused. Even if he has entered the Yingchong Realm, how can he cause thunder tribulation? Thunder tribulation is a divine punishment that only occurs when he enters the Immortal Realm!"
Ye Ling ignored the comments from the disciples around him and just lowered his head slightly and walked out, planning to return to Taixu Peak. Unexpectedly, there were two disciples blocking Ye Ling's way.
Ye Ling looked up and saw the two young people. The one on the left was wearing a golden crown and purple-red Taoist robes. The surroundings were surrounded by fire, the Taoist rhyme was lingering, and the body was fragrant. There is a person on the right, with disheveled hair, beautiful features, and a silver robe. There is cold air around him, freezing the void.
A disciple next to them recognized the two of them: "Isn't this the leader of the fifteen generations of disciples, Zhang Binghui from Red Fire Peak and Zhao Yang from Tianxuan Peak?"
"Looking at their appearance, I'm afraid they're here to trouble Ye Ling again. It's probably because Wu Zhendong's defeat at the hands of Ye Ling made their fifteenth generation disciples lose face, so they sent people here again."
"It is said that the cultivation of these two people is close to the peak of Yingchong Realm, and they are much stronger than Wu Zhendong. Facing the two of them, Ye Ling wonders whether he can still win."
Ye Ling noticed that someone was blocking the way in front of him. He raised his head slightly, looked at the two people, and said, "Is something wrong?"
Zhang Binghui snorted coldly and said: "Nothing, it's just that we are going to the God of War Tower to practice, and you seem to be blocking our way."
Zhao Yang on the side nodded with a cold face and said: "A good dog doesn't block the road, so why don't you get out of the way!"
Hearing this, Ye Ling's expression did not waver at all. He wanted to take a step aside, but he actually got out of the way.
As a result, this sudden result caused the two people to freeze on the spot, and the surrounding disciples almost dropped their jaws in shock. Who said Ye Ling was too sharp and arrogant? This is simply nonsense! Look at people, when faced with provocation, there is no tit-for-tat at all. How can you blame Ye Ling for this?
Zhang Binghui and Zhao Yang also didn't know what to do for a while. Zhang Binghui asked subconsciously: "Ye Ling, you just gave way to the road without being angry at all?"
Ye Ling nodded and said: "Since we are facing each other head on, one of us still has to give in. We just want to go our separate ways. Is there anything wrong with that?"
Next to him, Zhao Yang finally regained his purpose and snorted coldly: "Ye Ling, outsiders have said how great you are, but I didn't expect that when I saw you today, you turned out to be a waste without eggs!"
