On top of the clouds.
Jun Wuwei was dressed in a snow-white robe, and his eyebrows were as soft as a painting.
He leaned against the white clouds casually, with an expression of no surprise or joy. He placed the wine jar in his hand and quietly admired the beautiful scenery on the horizon.
He looked ordinary, but not even the wind dared to disturb his peace.
Jun Wuwei was surrounded by a Taoist rhyme that seemed to be very simple, yet very obscure.
This is a very difficult thing. Enlightenment requires hard work, concentration, and no distracting thoughts.
But Jun Wuwei did it easily. He just looked at the morning glow and drank, and he had new insights.
This made the white-browed young man feel very jealous, and he was also amazed at Jun Wuwei's talent. A person with such a good background and good talent would be a nebula in the sky all his life, unattainable.
Jun Wuwei heard someone speaking to him. He groaned and lowered his head. The Taoist charm around him disappeared. He jumped down from the cloud head and spoke first.
"Huh? Ah Bai, aren't you done yet? I'm waiting to take Ruhui to see the Golden Lotus, which blooms only once in a thousand years."
The young man with white eyebrows said quickly: "Senior brother, someone is dissatisfied with my nephew."
Jun Wuwei said to Kong Yun, "Oh? Are you the one who refuses to accept it?"
Kong Yun felt all eyes looking at him. The swordsman was dressed in white and plain clothes. He did not exude Taoist charm or carry any aura, but when a legend is amazing enough, people can't help but be in awe.
It takes courage to question a legend.
Asking an immortal for justice also requires courage.
But Kong Yun asked: "I want to ask senior, I won a written test, why can't I go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?"
The boy with white eyebrows said coldly: "Kong Yun, don't be too presumptuous."
Kong Yun smiled sarcastically. He was not tall, and his face was so delicate that it was impossible to distinguish his gender. However, such beautiful facial features gave off a cold and chilling feeling when placed next to his face.
Because of his young age, that feeling turned into a bit of pride and arrogance.
Xue Cuo was about the same age as him, with soft facial features, like the first bloom of spring, bright and innocent.
One of them is too precocious, and the other likes to fight against injustice. At this time, one raised his delicate and delicate eyebrows, and the other crossed his arms and said, "So what if you are too presumptuous?"
The white-browed boy glared angrily: "Xue Cuo!"
Jun Wuwei stood with his hands behind his back, and actually smiled when he heard this: "You, oh, you two think it was Gu Rujie who robbed you of your things?"
Kong Yun answered without hesitation: "Yes!"
Jun Wuwei shook his head. He was neither angry nor angry. His tone was calm and gentle, even a little bit pitiful: "Things that are not yours cannot be taken away. My little fellow Taoist, what do you want to do? To achieve the justice you want. .”
Kong Yun looked at Gu Rujie, everyone's eyes were on him.
Kong Yun's face was calm, childish, and unyielding: "I want to compete with you. It's my thing, and I will get it back upright."
Gu Rujie nodded: "Okay."
He stepped forward, and everyone consciously gave way to him. They stood behind Gu Rujie, looking at the young man's thin back.
Behind Kong Yun was Xue Cuo and some disciples who walked over silently.
Gu Rukai raised his chin: "I'll let you draw your sword first."
Kong Yun laughed, his voice was clear, and he sneered: "What I want is fairness. Who would use unfairness to ask for fairness? Let's draw our swords at the same time."
Gu Ruhui was slightly surprised, and nodded: "Okay."
Kong Yun snorted and pulled out the Golden Feather Sword with a whoosh, and Gu Rujie moved at the same time.
Kong Yun first saw a hand, caged in a cyan sleeve, plain and slender, with distinct joints.
The hand was holding a sword, and the clothes were thin. Facing the wind, they looked like ink spreading in the water, and there was a very clear white in the ink color.
"My sword is called Si Wuxie."
Kong Yun said: "My sword is called Dao Dao!"
He suddenly pulled out his sword. The sword was like golden light, shining with endless determination, which was honed day after day in the cold winter and summer heat.
It is a questioning of one’s own Taoist heart again and again.
The heart of the sword, which has been repeatedly carved day and night for hundreds of years, is so pure that it is dazzling.
"Genius, another genius!"
"We are both in the realm building stage, so why is the gap so big!"
Some disciples were amazed, then turned pale and smiled a little bitterly.
The chief disciple of the Xiaomen sect arrived at the gate of cultivation in high spirits, but found that he was just a piece of cake and not worth mentioning.
Kong Yun is still a monster who has never received an orthodox inheritance. Monsters know how to practice better than them!
Kong Yun's sword energy was extremely powerful, fast and gorgeous, and the light was like pieces of golden feathers. When he slashed out with his sword, Gu Ruhui frowned quietly.
"What a thick blood, what a fast sword!"
Kong Yun jumped into the air, just like an eagle soaring, and exchanged dozens of moves with Gu Rujie in an instant.
Gu Ruhui's sword intention is obscure and has a sincere charm. It has many flaws but is very difficult to catch.
Could this be Tianyi's sword technique? Kong Yun couldn't help but thought to himself: It's somewhat good. The Golden Feather Sword was obtained by observing his seniors and was a self-made sword. Compared with the Tianyi Sword taught by the Sword Immortal, it was deficient in the Tao realm.
Xue Cuo secretly sighed, what a good Kong Xiaoyun, he actually learned to hide his clumsiness! If Kong Yun used this move when they were fighting, he would definitely lose!
Huh, but he is Bingxue smart and Yuxue is cute. Next time if he is offended, Brother Xiaoyun, who has a nice voice, Kong Yun will definitely be reluctant to beat him.
Xue Cuo raised his small fist, but seeing that it was not powerful enough, he lowered the small white cloud on his head, blew loudly, and shook the cloud and shouted: "Xiaoyun Xiaoyun! You can definitely do it!"
Kong Yun was defeated by one sword, and was knocked down by Gu Rujie's powerful Tianyi sword technique. Hearing the words, he immediately jumped up, swung a fierce sword at the head of the cloud, turned around and shouted: "Shut up!"
Gu Rujie frowned and was knocked back two steps by the golden light. He held his sword in the air and said, "Your swordsmanship is not bad."
Kong Yun said coldly: "Are you going to admit defeat?"
Gu Rujie said nothing and calmly held the hilt of the sword: "Next, I will use the second stance, be careful with your right hand."
Kong Yundao: "Don't talk nonsense!"
The disciples who were watching the battle under the cloud could not take their eyes away. One of them lost his mind and murmured: "Senior Brother Gu is so good at swordsmanship that he can actually affect the great avenue of heaven and earth, even just a little bit..."
"The monster's swordsmanship is also very good. I have never seen anything but the Overlord Sword, but the momentum of that sword is even more terrifying than the Overlord Sword passed down from my sect's ancestors. It is fierce and murderous."
Xiao Feng looked at the two people fighting in Yun Tou with a bit of envy in his heart. He turned around and said, "Comrades, we should also build momentum for Senior Brother Gu now. How can a dignified disciple of Dao Palace lose to a monster!"
He took the initiative to stand up, his voice split with excitement: "Senior Brother Rujie, we will win this battle!"
Because he was so impassioned, he actually led several disciples to shout along with him.
Gu Rujie was focused on nothing else. He said, "Be careful." He meant "Be careful." Kong Yun was forced to retreat step by step when he saw the tricks.
It’s really annoying that Gu Rujie’s classmates are still waving flags and cheering!
Kong Yun struck back with his sword and said loudly: "Xue Cuo! Where are you?!"
Xue Cuo was shouting that he was tired and was resting. When he heard Kong Yun calling him, he gritted his teeth and raised his belly. He formed a trumpet from the tired white clouds and waved his fist: "Xiaoyun! Up, up, up!"
The disciples behind him looked at each other and felt that they could not give in. They also said: "Xiaoyun! Up, up, up!"
Kong Yun frowned when he heard this, but his voice was so strong that he was suddenly able to regain a level of momentum and use his sword again.
Xue Cuo was paying close attention to the battle situation nervously, wishing he could throw out a few talismans and play in person.
Gu Rujie took Kong Yun's sword forcefully, and there was a slight fluctuation in his steps.
Kong Yun took advantage of the situation and slashed down with his sword. His sword skills were like crazy, domineering and fierce. The goblin was born with strong vitality and blood. A peacock that had been building a realm for a hundred years was naturally stronger than a monk who grew up in the mortal world.
Gu Rujie's internal organs felt as if they were burning, and the spiritual organs injured by the talisman the night before were as sharp as a knife.
His momentum was suppressed layer by layer, and the bright swordsmanship gradually dimmed.
Kong Yun's eyes were like daggers, and he reminded: "Gu Rujie, what other sword skills do you have? If you don't show it, you will lose."
Gu Rujie's forehead was covered with sweat. He slowly raised his eyes, and a line of blood passed by his lips, but his eyes were extremely bright, and Taoist charm surged around him.
Under such horrific pain and pressure, his sword skills broke through.
The path of breakthrough resonated with the great avenue of heaven and earth. For a moment, Gu Rujie seemed to see countless amazing and talented swordsmen in the long history.
They are all teaching their own way, but they still can't see it clearly.
"One more move..."
Gu Ruhui lowered his head, his momentum rising steadily, and Kong Yun's eyes were filled with surprise.
Buzz——
Dao Daojian was shaken by the resonant sword technique and was thrown out of his hand. Kong Yun took a few steps back, and in front of him was Gu Rujie's strongest move.
Kong Yun was dumbfounded, not knowing where his mind was. He saw the long sword he flew out, the white-browed boy's surprised face, and he saw Gu Rujie's innocent thoughts, like a ray of rays of light between heaven and earth.
It is the natural way.
But Tao couldn't resist with an ordinary sword, so he took out the Taoist sword.
"Kong Yun!"
Kong Yun saw a figure running towards him. The figure was surrounded by white talismans.
The talisman burned, revealing the boundless Taoist image of the sea-blue Daze.
Daoxiang caught the sword and saved him, but Kong Yun suddenly felt a sense of sadness in his heart.
Gu Rujie withdrew his sword and said with a faint look, "I didn't hold back my strength. I thought he could catch it."
Xue Cuo stood in front of Kong Yun. He didn't have too many expressions. Kong Yun was still sitting on the ground blankly. A hand stretched out in front of him. He was silent for a while, then stood up holding the hand and said calmly: "I lose." ”
Gu Rujie returned the gift with his hand and walked back to Sword Immortal Lord Wuwei.
Jun Wuwei took a sip of wine and stretched himself: "Let's go, the lotus is about to bloom."
Gu Rujie nodded and followed Jun Wuwei. He did not go to get the scripture. That scripture was no longer important to him.
Without saying a word, Kong Yun ran away in the opposite direction, turned into a bird in the clouds, and flew towards Diquan Mountain.
The white-browed young man smiled and asked Xue Cuo: "Look, it has to be like this, hurting others and hurting yourself, why bother?"
Xue Cuo pursed his lips, his most gentle and lovely face, even without expression, was a bit cold: "Uncle, it was Kong Yun who turned the originally smelly thing into a fair competition, doesn't mean that This is what is right and should happen.”
"He is not inferior in character, character, swordsmanship, or martial arts. My uncle, the laughing master, is blind in his eyes and heart. He is ashamed to be a human teacher!"
The white-browed boy's expression changed, but Xue Cuo was not afraid at all.
That kind of real disapproval and contempt came out from his bones. Xue Cuo was not trying to save face or bluffing, this was what he thought and believed.
He looked at Teacher Baimei, whom everyone respected, and at those cowardly colleagues.
Suddenly it felt ridiculous.
In this world, the great path that everyone can cultivate is actually like this.
What is the use of cultivating such a Tao?
