Xue Cuo jumped down from his sword and looked at Gu Rujie.
Gu Rujie took back his sword and looked at Xue Cuo as well. He was twelve or thirteen years old and already as tall as fifteen or sixteen years old. Xue Cuo had to look up when he looked at him.
Xue Cuo was barefoot and looked at the hut with his hands behind his back: "Brother Gu, will you live here too?"
Gu Rujie hummed softly, with little expression on his face. He originally thought that Xue Cuo would be angry. This was his place. I heard that he was the only one who lived there in the past.
Xue Cuo is so small, but he can monopolize the top of Liuyun Peak where the most spiritual energy is.
Is this the elder disciple?
But his own realm was not high, he was only in the realm-building stage. The Sword Immortal said that it took Xue Cuo three years to enter the realm-building stage. Gu Rujie didn't understand that introducing Qi into his body was as easy as drinking water for him.
As soon as he stepped into the immortal gate, he built a realm.
Maybe it's because Xue Cuo is too playful. He has such powerful parents, but he is still uneducated.
Gu Rujie bowed his hand to Xue Cuo, because Xue Cuo was a disciple of Tianyi Pavilion and had a higher seniority, so he said: "Little senior brother."
Xue Cuo waved his hand quickly and took a few steps back: "You are my father's disciple. We are grasshoppers on the same rope. You don't need to call me senior brother. Just call me Ah Cuo."
Gu Rujie gently twitched the corner of his mouth and became more respectful: "Senior brother, the etiquette cannot be discarded."
Xue Cuohun didn't care and came over to play with him. Gu Rujie was holding the sword and his other hand was being held by Xue Cuo.
He was curious and calm. Xue Cuo's smile was sweet, but he was full of bitterness.
He shook his head and gently withdrew his hand: "Master just taught me the Twelve Styles of Heavenly Sword. I want to practice more."
Xue Cuo was a little disappointed. When he heard the Twelve Styles of Heavenly Sword, his eyes lit up again: "Really! Then can you practice it for me? I have been practicing for four years, and my mother only taught me how to swing the sword. I haven't yet I’ve seen dad’s swordsmanship.”
Gu Rujie was slightly surprised, silent for a moment, and then raised his sword: "Brother, please watch carefully. The first sword is called Fengqi..."
His eyebrows were cold and solemn, and he slashed through the air with his sword, stirring up a layer of strong wind. The branches of the eternal pine trees rustled, and pine needles fell.
Gu Rujie unknowingly completed all the twelve moves of the Heavenly Sword and raised the sword to stop.
"Senior brother..."
He turned around and saw that Xue Cuo had already fallen asleep on the grass, with his hands open and carefree, his soft belly rising and falling, and his breathing even.
Gu Rujie couldn't help but frown, how could someone be so defenseless in front of strangers?
He approached with his sword in hand, like a shadow.
Suddenly, a snow sword passed straight through his ear, almost cutting off his ear.
The snow sword floated above Xue Cuo, buzzing and vibrating
Gu Rujie hurriedly took two steps back and clasped his fists: "Senior, don't get me wrong, I just want to send my senior brother back to rest."
The blue-black big hand lazily knocked on the hilt of the sword, ignoring Gu Ruhui. He grabbed Xue Cuo and lifted it up. Xue Cuo was sleeping like a piggy, dangling unconsciously.
Gu Rujie watched each person leave with a sword, twitching the corner of his mouth, and then practiced the sword in one move under the moonlight.
The next day, Xue Cuo was awakened by the sound outside the house.
He got up and found that Gu Rujie had already gotten up to practice swordsmanship. He was practicing the Twelve Styles of the Heavenly Sword. Jun Wuwei folded his arms and watched.
After Gu Rujie finished practicing the sword, Jun Wuwei raised his palm and said with a smile, "Not bad."
Gu Rukai pursed his lips and looked down at his sword: "It's not enough. It's still far behind the master."
Jun Wuwei nodded in approval: "Good."
Xue Cuo rubbed his eyes and ran out of the hut with his sword in hand: "Dad, I also want to learn the twelve moves of the Heavenly Sword."
Jun Wuwei thought for a while, became very focused, and said to Gu Rujie: "But there is one move that you don't have enough mental strength. As a swordsman, the energy moves with the heart, and the heart arises at will. With one sword, all laws are born, with one sword, all laws are destroyed, and with the sword, all laws are destroyed." If you want to know the Dharma, you must have the courage to face all kinds of Dharma.”
Xue Cuo: "Dad."
Gu Rujie felt that Xue Cuo was a bit lazy for getting up too late, so he ignored him: "I haven't seen Wanfa."
Jun Wuwei smiled and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to observe."
Xue Cuo tugged on Gu Rujie's sleeve: "Brother Gu."
Jun Wuwei flew up to the clouds and took Gu Rujie with him. Gu Rujie lowered his head and followed Jun Wuwei quietly.
"father!"
Xue Cuo stood alone.
Xuejian came out of the lake, flew to Xue Cuo's side, touched Xue Cuo's head silently, thought for a while, took out a comb with his big hand, and tied Xue Cuo's hair.
Xue Cuo hugged his knees and was very sad: "Uncle Jian, what should I do? My father and brother Xiao Gu seem to be deaf."
Snow Sword:......
Xue Cuo was nervous: "I must have practiced too much and gone crazy."
The big blue-black hand held the red rope and was speechless. He held the hilt of the sword steadily and decided to cut the child's bangs to look smarter.
Gu Ruhui never came back. Two days later, Xue Cuo was practicing drawing talismans.
There are five grades of talismans, white, blue, green, red, and purple.
He was very good at painting white talismans, but due to limitations of his realm, he could no longer draw blue talismans, so Xue Cuo began to create his own painting methods and had a great time.
Xu Youyu came with a sword: "Little senior brother."
Xue Cuo quickly put away the tables, chairs and benches: "Hey, junior brother, why are you here? Isn't that fox with you?"
fox? Are you talking about flaws?
Xu Youyu felt funny in his heart. He fell down from the clouds and squatted down. The little senior brother had bangs and a flower bud, which made him even cuter. He couldn't help pinching the flower bud on Xue Cuo's head.
"Senior Brother, Elder Xue is in Qianlongyuan to slay evil spirits. He won't be back for a while. I'm here to take you to the Taoist Palace."
Xue Cuo held his hand and showed no signs of disappointment: "Let's go then."
Xu Youyu smiled and held Xue Cuo on the top of the cloud. Junior Brother Youyu flew slowly, allowing Xue Cuo to have a good look at the scenery of Tianyimen.
The Taoist Palace is not at the inner gate of Tianyi Gate, but at the intersection of Shanmen and Daze, a peak that looks like a horn.
On the top of the peak, there were rays of sunshine and clouds floating in the sky. An inconspicuous copper bell hung on the peak, which was clanging at this moment.
Halfway up the mountain, there are pavilions, pavilions and houses.
A huge sky whale was wrapped in clouds, floating across the sky, cruising slowly around Niujiao Peak.
Behind it flew countless fairy birds and beasts, fairies with fluttering ribbons flew out of the Taoist Palace, and various monks came to greet them.
Even if Xue Cuo's cultivation level was not high, he could still feel the extraordinary power of Niujiao Peak. He couldn't help but ask: "Junior brother, where is the Taoist Palace?"
Xu Youyu replied: "Disciples from three mountains and five rivers are learning Taoism here. We, Tianyi Sect, have also opened a school here for the disciples of our sect to practice."
At this time, there were already many fairy clouds in the sky, all of them were monks sending their disciples to school. After passing through the clouds and clouds, they passed through a forest of pine, bamboo and stone to reach the mountain gate of the Taoist Palace. The mountain gate was ancient and clumsy, with long bluestone steps. Xue Cuo raised his head. Looking around, I can't see the end at all.
Xu Youyu said: "Junior brother, when you first come to Taoist Palace, you have to climb these stone steps to show respect for your master."
Xue Cuo jumped down very simply: "Then I will go by myself."
Disciples wearing different sect uniforms jumped down from the white clouds. Xue Cuo was the youngest. He looked around and didn't see his fellow disciples, so he picked up his robe and climbed up the steps step by step.
At this time, a voice came from the steps.
"Everyone, stop."
The monks stopped in unison.
"A direct disciple of the Immortal Sect, step forward thirty steps and walk through the Immortal Path."
Xue Cuo raised his head in confusion, only to see dozens of disciples flying forward some distance and stepping onto the wide stone road.
"The elder has named the disciple, take twenty steps forward, and take the path to immortality."
Dozens more disciples spontaneously stepped forward and walked to the slightly narrow path on the right. There were fewer and fewer people around Xue Cuo. He looked up at the cloud head and saw that Junior Brother Youyu had been giving him signs anxiously.
Xue made a mistake, took two steps back, and stood among the remaining people: Junior Brother Youyu asked him to stay quiet.
Xu Youyu hissed.
"The remaining disciples go forward ten steps and take the path of asking the immortals."
The number of disciples around Xue Cuo decreased again, with only a dozen or so remaining. Xue Cuo looked around and found a fat man next to him who was dressed in unusually luxurious clothes.
The little fat man was about the same age as him, with a golden body all over his body, eyebrows flying into his temples, slender and cold eyes, very delicate, and his gender could not be seen in his dress or appearance.
"Little fellow Taoist?"
The little fat man snorted, pinched his nose, and said with a domineering look on his face: "Go away, you ugly guy."
Xue Cuo was so angry that he actually dared to attack Uncle Jian's bangs: "Am I ugly? You are still fat!"
The little fat man was furious. He stood up and bumped Xue Cuo with his belly. He said fiercely, "You are fat and rude."
Xue Cuo was pushed back continuously, and not willing to be outdone, he stepped forward and bumped back. At this moment, the majestic voice floated over.
"Beings, monsters, ordinary people's disciples, walk the path to immortality."
Upon hearing this, the remaining monks hurriedly stepped onto the stone steps. At this time, a terrifying pressure came, and the little fat man and Xue Cuo were instantly pressed to the ground unable to move.
Xue Cuo felt as if there was a big mountain on his back. He knelt down with difficulty and looked up. The monks around him were all in a state of disarray, and some even showed feathers, tails, fangs and claws.
Tail?
Xue Cuo looked at the little fat man.
The little fat man had bright feathers growing out from his temples. He glared at Xue Cuo: "Chirp!"
Xue Cuo thought he was mocking him and said angrily: "Bah!"
At this time, the monks tried their best to stand up, but their postures were still very ugly. They hunched their backs and climbed up the steps step by step.
Xue Cuo looked up and saw that the disciples who were the first to set out were calm and indifferent, holding up their robe sleeves and walking forward step by step. They still had the energy to chat with their colleagues.
The disciples who are taking the Immortal Path are slightly stressed, but they are still calm and unhurried, and their steps are not hesitant. The disciples who were walking on the path of Wenxian were not unable to get up, but it seemed like there were tens of thousands of mountains under their feet, making walking very difficult and unable to catch up with those in front of them.
The disciples who were walking on the Wangxian Road were unable to get up at all, and it was extremely difficult to move even one step.
At this time, Xue Cuo heard an angry shout.
He turned his head and saw that the fat man next to him had already stood up. The feathers on his temples exploded. He shouted loudly and walked up step by step with no expression on his face, despite the pressure and the strength of tens of thousands of mountains on his back.
He actually stood up and walked up.
Not only Xue Cuo, but also the monk next to him looked surprised.
