The monks were silent.
They are the most promising young people from all over the world, and they have traveled thousands of miles to come to the Taoist Palace to study.
The Taoist Palace is a good place. It is full of immortal energy and has a long history of Taoism. It is adjacent to three mountains and five seas, and it is located in a blessed place on earth.
Of course, such a place is not for charity. If there is no leading faction to control it, each faction will definitely suffer a bloody blow. How can we talk about distribution?
Some monks took the opportunity to teach their fellow disciples: "Besides, the Immortal Sect must also have difficulties. We can't have wild imaginations just because they are a sect. In fact, when we come from afar, aren't we depriving others of their resources?"
"Yes, yes, as long as we have cultivated the realm of Shenxu here and left the Taoist Palace, the world is as big as the mountains are high enough for birds to fly, and the sea is wide enough for fish to jump, then we will naturally enjoy the benefits."
"Rules are dead, people are alive, and you must be flexible in cultivating the Tao."
Some people spoke for Mr. Baimei, while others felt dissatisfied.
"Junior sister, don't stand out, endure the calm for a while, and take a step back to open up the world."
"Senior brother, you worked so hard to get here, but the result is no different from our small sect."
Senior brother shook his head: "Junior sister, that's just a strange animal from the demon race, it's not worth my while."
The woman's eyes were confused: "Really?"
The woman held a long sword in her hand, but she didn't dare to shake the tree. She finally glanced to the other side, daring to be angry but not uttering a word.
Gu Rujie walked past the crowd. Zhuo Qingyuan winked at him and said quietly: "The shelves in the sixth row on the left side of the third floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion have good exercises. Xiaocui and I have both seen them."
Langcui coughed twice and nodded.
Gu Rujie understood clearly.
What the Taoist Palace took out as a reward was insignificant to these teenagers. It was probably just a miscellaneous book that they read casually when they were children.
No wonder the Taoist scriptures quoted casually by those proud men during the gathering at Zhaixinglou were so profound and profound.
Gu Ruhui couldn't get involved in their conversation, and he didn't want to join in.
Gu Rujie only has one sword in his heart. He doesn't read other books, talk about other things, or touch other weapons.
He sleeps with his sword in his arms every night, not seeing the snow of spring, autumn and winter in his eyes.
Zhuo Qingyuan said with admiration: "Only a person like you can learn the Twelve Heavenly Sword Styles of the Sword Immortal."
Yeah?
Gu Rujie, who had long eyelashes as long as feathers, felt slightly in her heart but did not answer.
He would often have a dream, in which the rain was like gusts, the wind was like thunder, the white clothes, the black hair, the sword piercing his chest, the miserable screams of people, all flashed by. In a daze, Gu Rujie could still smell the smell of fire and rain.
Since then, his family has been ruined, and everything has turned into traceless rain, rootless trees, grass and trees turned to ashes, and everything he can see is the shadow of swords.
Gu Rujie was twelve years old, but there were many dead souls under the sword.
He thinks when he kills.
Human, why are we human?
A human being cannot be called a human being if he has no food to eat, no clothes to cover his body, and no dignity. They are like flies and dogs, men are prostitutes and women are thieves, they do many evil things, and they cannot be called human beings.
So the person he killed was probably not a human being.
So he was quick with his sword, without hesitation or softness.
The Sword Immortal praised and said: "Swordsman, you are Ningming and wise. You have already mastered the sword's heart, built the sword's will, and obtained the sword's soul at a young age. You are only slightly inferior to me."
The master's praise made him slightly surprised, and he was even more excited and happy than he had ever felt before.
So he redoubled his efforts, ten times and a hundred times, without leaving any space for himself, but the Sword Immortal said: "Ruyu, asking is not seeking the Tao. The more you pray, the body and mind will be occupied by exhaustion. How can you see clearly where the Tao is?" Woolen cloth?"
Gu Ruhui was at a loss. His wife, who had always been lukewarm to him, saw his talent and hard work in swordsmanship. At this time, she said lightly: "The sky is high and the clouds are dark, so why not take a nap for a while."
The master taught him to learn swordsmanship like a human being, and his mistress taught him to rest like a human being.
Gu Rujie didn't have much feelings for Xue Cuo in the past, but when she was sitting in the flower pavilion drinking tea with her master and mistress, she would also think that it would be great if she had such parents.
Even if Xue Cuo has a sword fairy and a parent like his wife.
It just disappointed them, but if it were him, he wouldn't be willing to make his parents sad.
The best family in the world, the most loving family in the world.
Gu Ruhui only had a sword.
Bai Mei turned a blind eye to all this, and said warmly to Gu Ruhui: "Master nephew, your swordsmanship should be the best, what? But what happened during the trial?"
Gu Rujie had long eyelashes as long as feathers and pale lips. He cupped his fists in greeting and said, "I was careless and got a little injured."
Baimei smiled and said: "I see, haha, it doesn't matter, I have some pills there, you can pick some later."
In this happy atmosphere, a clear child's voice was suddenly heard.
"Uncle Baimei, you are wrong. The first one is Kong Yun, not Gu Rujie."
This voice made people understand that what just happened in public was not an ordinary thing, but an act similar to blatant cheating in an academic exam.
The boy with white eyebrows lowered his head, with a strange expression on his face, and sighed softly: "Xue Cuo, are you dissatisfied? Because he defeated you because of Rujie?"
Xue Cuo was surprised when he heard this. He put his hands on his hips and said, "I was obviously laughing at you for seeing it wrong. It's obvious who has clouds and who doesn't. Why do you refer to birds as humans?"
Gu Rujie said softly: "Junior Brother Xue Cuo."
Xue looked at him wrongly, pursed his lips, and returned the favor: "Senior Brother Ruhui."
Xue Cuo didn't like him.
A hint of disappointment suddenly flashed through Gu Ruhui's heart.
The young man with white eyebrows waved his sleeves and asked Yun Dong to say: "I never do anything, say the wrong thing, and I never look at the wrong person."
Seeing that he was about to leave, Xue Cuo uttered two oohs and aahs, and suddenly hung upside down on the head of the cloud, holding the cloud between his feet, and reached out to grab Kong Yun with the other end.
Kong Yun was startled and quickly grabbed Xue Cuo: "You want to die! It's so high here, come down quickly!"
Xue Cuo dragged Yun back forcefully, gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "You are not even allowed to leave! Make it clear to me!"
At this time, the faces of the monks were about to change. A handsome but lame disciple came out and said sternly: "Master Immortal, we don't understand how Brother Gu Rujie can hide the scriptures without Yun." Ge! Please let the immortal master explain clearly!"
"Yes, how can this convince the public!"
"It's so unfair!"
Everyone started shouting, but the white-browed boy didn't say anything, and then someone jumped out to defend him: "Comrades! Listen to me!"
"The Taoist Palace is a fairy palace that has been established for ten thousand years. Teacher Baimei is an immortal and has profound Taoism. He will not do such a thing. I think the problem is with the one named Kong Yun!"
"He's a monster who came out of a college degree? How could he catch the clouds faster than us? I think there's something fishy about this!"
"Everyone should reflect on themselves. If we are as good as Senior Brother Gu, wouldn't we be able to use the back door?"
Someone said angrily: "You sycophants are so shameless, bah!"
The monks were divided into two groups, and their swords were at war for a moment. The white-browed boy's eyebrows jumped and he glared at the instigator Xue Cuo.
Xue Cuo had no time to talk to her. He hung on the clouds: "Kong Yun, hold my waist quickly, my waist! I can't hold it anymore."
Kong Yun supported Xue Cuo and asked him to come down. Xue Cuo muttered: "He ran away as soon as we got down!" So of course he refused.
Kong Yun had mixed feelings in his heart. He was originally very angry, but was somewhat comforted by Xue Cuo.
Of course, it could also be that Xue Cuo’s behavior of hanging on the clouds on both sides was too stupid!
The white-browed boy was very impatient, but he also knew that the pressure could not be suppressed. He patted Gu Rujie's shoulder comfortingly and said, "Dear students."
All the monks calmed down and listened to what Bai Mei would do.
The young man with white eyebrows glanced at the disciples: "There may be difficulties in this trial. Let's do this. Choose one of you to come out and follow me to the Scripture Deposit Pavilion."
The disciple who was the first to jump out and express his dissatisfaction was immediately overjoyed and stepped forward and said: "Immortal Chief, I, Xiao Feng, volunteer to go!"
"Bah! Why did you go!"
Sao Feng said angrily: "I am the only one enrolled in my sect. I am very weak among you, so I should go!"
"My disciples in Xihai have a long way to go and study is difficult, why don't we go!"
"I am sending disciples..."
The focus of everyone's dispute suddenly changed. The disciples who were originally united were at loggerheads over a spot, and quickly split into independent groups and hated each other.
The white-browed young man clasped his hands behind his back, looking leisurely and leisurely.
Kong Yun was so angry that he hugged Xue Cuo down, and Xue Cuo sat down on the cloud.
Kong Yun frowned coldly, bowed to the man above the clouds, leaning against the white clouds and drinking, and said loudly: "Senior Sword Immortal, my disciple is not convinced!"
