"If winter comes, can spring be far behind?"
Qingshan thought as he watched the morning sun rising from the clouds on the horizon.
The cold winter has passed, the frozen snow slowly melted, and an even more chilling cold floated on the Feilai Peak of the Yuan Temple. Fortunately, everyone was a cultivator, so there was no difference at all.
The spring at the beginning of the year is the day for the performance of the four halls.
The venue this time was also Qinglu Hall, and the invitation or battle invitation had been sent by a Qinglu Hall disciple a few days ago.
It is said that anyone who can be accepted as a disciple by the Four Halls and Seven Peaks is the best in the entire spiritual wasteland. Qingshan actually does not have much confidence because he has not had any contact with the talented disciples in the Dao Sect.
What's more important is that Uncle Xiang once told him that his cultivation talent can barely keep up with more than half of his, so just wish yourself well.
Every time he thought of this, the young man felt a little sad.
Even if his talent is not as good as his uncle's, wouldn't it be miserable to be in the Taoist Sect of the Holy Land where there are so many talented people?
But when he thought about being able to go home after finishing first, Qingshan's eyes became determined.
Ling Jianzi was full of confidence and told him to give it a try no matter what.
Just give it a try!
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Spring is warm and flowers are blooming, the breeze is blowing on the ground, and the flowers and plants on the roadside are also coming to life.
The solemn aura and depressing atmosphere of Qinglu Hall's Sky Cliff were much dissipated.
Today, the disciples of the Four Halls and the Seven Peaks gathered together again at the Skycliff of Qinglu Hall, but things have changed a lot. The once familiar characters have gradually grown up and become the mainstays of the Four Halls and the Seven Peaks. They have been replaced by younger faces full of hope and vitality. expectant look.
The skyscraper cliff still hasn't changed much. The surrounding rocks are towering into the clouds, but the middle is sunken, like a ring-shaped Colosseum wrapped in huge rocks.
The only thing that was different from before was that there was an extremely deep sword mark in the center of the skyscraper, which was straight from south to north, as if someone had cut a sword from the sky.
I heard someone said that it was a powerful senior brother who did it back then.
The performance of the Four Halls, which is held every few years, is a routine practice and an important event for the Dao Sect. However, for some reason this year, none of the masters of the Four Halls participated, and the momentum in the hall was unusually quiet.
The person presiding here today is not the elder of Qinglu Hall, but the second generation disciple of Yanfa Hall: Mingjian.
Several years have passed, and Ming Jian's cultivation in the Immortal Realm has become deeper and deeper. As he grows older, he has grown a beard, has a handsome face, and is particularly pure.
"In the four halls of the performance, we will argue about the Tao and the Dharma until the point is reached."
As the disciples from the Four Halls and Seven Peaks entered slowly, he stood in the middle and said calmly: "Start now."
The first ones to appear were the two young disciples from Yanfa Hall and Xingyun Peak.
Lu Yuxu of Yanfa Hall, Xingyunfeng Ren Yuan.
Taoism is everywhere, and spiritual energy is churning.
The magic weapons of the two people intertwined in the field, making a bang-bang-bang sound, and the winner was determined after a few breaths.
The disciples of Yanfa Hall won this competition with a slight advantage.
Although Ren Yuan, a disciple of Xingyun Peak, has a high reputation among the current disciples and is somewhat famous, no one looked surprised after the defeat.
There is still a gap between the disciples of the Fourth Hall and the disciples of the Seven Peaks that cannot be concealed. Unless there is a strange connection, this gap will not change much before the Immortal Ascension Realm.
As the battle between several disciples passed, the venue became extremely quiet, and some of the experienced elders even yawned.
Although the realm of this generation of disciples is not weak, and the understanding of Taoism is already very rare at this grade level, the fighting is really light and there is not much passion.
Thinking of the extremely shocking competition a few years ago, the current disciples' battle is really... not enough to watch.
But the next moment, the expressions of the elders suddenly changed, and the light in their eyes lit up.
"The next stop is Yuansheng Temple Qingshan vs. Qinglu Temple Xu Fazhi."
With Mingjian's voice
After falling, another young man appeared in the field.
He had a broken gun on his back, his face was delicate, his eyes were a little nervous, and his hands were placed straight by his legs.
Seeing these ordinary teenagers, everyone had a look of expectation in their eyes.
An old man with seniority among the four palaces and seven peaks was lying on the rocking chair and dozing off. At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and stood up. At the same time, he said: "Quick, quick, quick." Help me up as a teacher!"
The young disciples around who had just started were a little stunned. They helped the old man who was as senior as the master of the temple to straighten up, and then asked: "Master, is the disciple of the Yuan Temple named Qingshan very powerful?"
The old man had an interesting look on his face and said, "I don't know if he is great or not, but the disciples under the master are either weird or freaks. The Shen Yu who you are so fond of talking about was famous ten years ago. Just like this young man named Qingshan, he represents Yuansheng Temple and shocked the world with his performance in the Four Halls. I missed it last time, so I have to come and see it this time."
There are three more disciples in Yuan Temple. Although the master of the temple has not announced the acceptance of disciples in front of the world, being able to practice in Yuan Temple, no matter whose disciple he is, has been recognized by him.
Thinking of this, everyone's eyes almost subconsciously focused on Qingshan.
Feeling this pressure, Qingshan couldn't help but become more nervous.
Ling Jianzi and Dou Ya'er sneaked out from a small stand.
Dou Ya'er asked curiously: "Why do we have to be so sneaky?"
Ling Jianzi looked at the field and said cautiously: "You're so stupid, didn't you see that there are too few people in our Yuansheng Temple? There are so many people in other places, how stressful would it be if it was just the two of us going out?"
Du Ya'er nodded thoughtfully and happily said, "You have become a lot smarter these days."
Ling Jianzi rolled his eyes and said cheerfully: "Also, if Qingshan loses, then I, the swordsman wizard of Yuan Temple, will go up to support Su Mo and Uncle Shen Yu!"
Dou Ya'er blinked cutely and wanted to say something, but she was afraid that Ling Jianzi would hit her on the head, so she forgot about it.
"Are you a disciple of the Yuan Temple?"
A disdainful voice sounded in the field.
Qingshan looked up, and the one who spoke was a young man with a frivolous face and a sword, his chin raised high, looking at the slightly reserved Qingshan, and the downward look in his eyes could not be concealed.
The young man carrying the Dao sword is called Xu Fazhi. He is extremely famous among the young disciples of this generation. He is also the one with the best results in climbing Fenbao Cliff. Not only the elders of Qinglu Hall, I heard that even the master of the hall Xun Ju has great expectations for young people.
"It seems that Yuan Temple is nothing special." Xu Fazhi shook his head and said disdainfully.
Hearing this, the eyes of some elders in the field became a little playful.
The grievances between Qinglu Temple and Yuansheng Temple are well known to everyone in the Dao Sect, especially when Shen Yu, a disciple of Yuan Temple, killed three people from Qinglv Temple with one sword. In fact, the disciples of Qinglv Temple have been holding back their resentment over the years. gas.
After finally waiting for new disciples to come out of Yuan Temple, they naturally wanted to regain their place.
And to prove that the disciples of Qinglu Temple are no worse than those of Yuansheng Temple, Qingshan, the new disciple of Yuansheng Temple, and Xu Fazhi, the strongest young disciple of Qinglu Temple in this generation, are simply the perfect match.
From everyone's short observation, it seemed that Xu Fazhi had a huge upper hand in the comparison between the two. If nothing else, the difference in the magic weapons they carried behind them was huge.
Qingshan didn't speak, and Shen Yu naturally didn't tell him what happened back then, because he didn't care at all, and the others naturally wouldn't talk about it, so the young man just frowned in confusion, not knowing where the other party's hostility came from.
"Come on, have a good fight with me and let you see what Qingludian can do." Xu Fazhi was full of confidence.
Qingshan was silent, looking at the countless people around him, especially the smug looks from the Qinglu Temple disciples' stands, he shook his head and said seriously: "I'm just an ordinary disciple of Yuan Temple, and Taoism and spear skills don't count. That's awesome, but even if I'm
Losing does not mean that Yuansheng Temple is weak. You must admit this before I fight you. "
Xu Fazhi was stunned and waved his hand disdainfully, "It's such a mess. If you're afraid of it without even beating it, it doesn't matter."
Seeing this, Qingshan shook his head, "Unless you promise not to make a fuss about Yuan Temple, I will compete with you, otherwise I will leave now."
"Are you sick?" Xu Fazhi asked impatiently.
Qingshan didn't hesitate at all, turned around and prepared to leave.
Winning or losing has no meaning to Qingshan, and the purpose of his practice has never been for winning or losing, but just for fun.
Because I like it, but I love it.
As for the looks from those people, it made him very uncomfortable, and he was unwilling to take action in such a place.
Just like Uncle Xiang once said to him, there are many people in the world who don't like you or you don't like them without any reason. Either directly provoke them or leave silently.
We are all disciples of the Dao Sect, so we definitely can’t choose anyone, so we just need to leave.
The only thing I felt a little guilty about was that I couldn't keep up with Senior Brother Su Mo's expectations and had to go home for the time being.
Seeing this scene, Ling Jianzi covered his face helplessly and sighed: "It's over, Senior Brother Qingshan's bad temper has come back again."
Seeing this scene, the elders in the field also fell silent, their faces were a little stunned, and they obviously couldn't understand this scene.
They did not expect that this newly born Yuan Temple disciple would be so...simple and stubborn. He was not like Su Mo, a gentle and weird young man, nor was Shen Yu who would kill people at the slightest disagreement. The embryonic killing appearance.
He really looks like a very ordinary and clean boy.
The huge gap from imagination made everyone unable to react.
"I thought the disciples of the Yuan Temple were so powerful, but it turns out it's all fake! They used some tricks and tricks to win the competition and disappeared. As a result, the current disciples don't even have the courage to go on the field. I think you are still Just follow the example of your uncle, either leave Daozong and travel, or hide away from Daozong, otherwise you will come out and embarrass our Daozong." Xu Fazhi said with disdain.
Ming Jian, who was in charge of presiding over the meeting, frowned slightly and had a strange expression on his face.
Those disciples who were lucky enough to witness the battle between Motianya and the Patriarch Hall all had the same expression as Mingjian.
However, as soon as these words came out, some rather harsh laughter broke out in the air from the four halls and seven peaks, especially the new disciples of the Qinglu Hall who had just entered the hall a few years ago.
Those who participated in this competition were all young disciples of the new generation, about fourteen or fifteen years old. Although they were familiar with what happened back then, they had no personal experience.
Although Xu Fazhi's words were a bit insulting to his seniors, he was obviously very courageous in daring to say these words in public, and in their opinion, these words were very interesting. Such interesting things are certainly worth laughing at.
But when words and laughter came out.
The young man who was about to leave Motian Cliff stopped abruptly. He turned his back to the crowd and couldn't see his expression, but he seemed to be thinking about something.
The time for thinking was not too long, because in less than a moment, Qingshan turned around again, his eyes swept over the taunting teenagers and girls in the stands, and finally landed calmly on Xu Fazhi's face.
The air suddenly became quiet, and everyone felt an extremely depressing feeling for some unknown reason, like a huge mountain pressing on their hearts, and something seemed to be jumping in their chests.
But as this depression arose, Ming Jian's expression changed, and his pupils suddenly shrank, showing an expression of disbelief.
These pressures are naturally not pure momentum, but overwhelming and extremely pure Taoism.
In other words, this is the Tao intention that can only be possessed by the innate Tao body.
This kid... turns out to be the second innate Taoist body after Yu Wenwen!
Everyone's expressions turned into disbelief, and those who were sitting subconsciously stood up.
Xu Fazhi's face was a little pale, and he didn't know why there was a brief wave of excitement in the young man's aura.
It was horrifying. When he reacted, his face was filled with anger and embarrassment that could not be concealed. "Are you willing to fight me now?"
"Uncle Shen Yu is already very strong, so what you say doesn't count."
"But I know that Master Shen Yu will not pay attention to you, and I don't want you to continue to laugh at Yuansheng Temple because of me, so I am willing to fight you once."
"I just hope you can stop saying such things after this is over."
Qingshan said calmly, his voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear, and everyone in the stands could hear it clearly.
Xu Fazhi suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and the Dao sword behind him was unsheathed. The sword screamed like cicadas. The quality of the sword was extremely high, even if it was not much different from the few remaining Dao swords on the top of Baoya Mountain.
The Dao sword was unsheathed and turned into a black running beast, and even faint roars could be heard.
Qingshan had no expression on his face, but slowly took the broken gun behind him in his hand.
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While the competition at Motian Cliff was in full swing, Shen Yu also quietly left the Yuan Temple and appeared in the mountains deep inside the Yuan Temple.
Daozong has a very wide area. Except for the four halls, there are countless green mountains in the depths. Looking around, you can see deep mountains and old forests, and the sky and the sky are vast.
To get here, the Abyss Temple is the only way.
And among the majestic mountains behind the Yuan Temple, there are hidden the endless secrets of Dao Sect for thousands of years, as well as the powerful thunder pond in Dao Sect.
Dao prison.
Shen Yu stopped at the top of a mountain deep in the Yuan Temple.
Looking around, the mountains at our feet are towering, and the sea of clouds is lingering. There is also the spiritual treasure energy visible to the naked eye, which is ethereal and ethereal between the sky and the earth. It turns into bursts of strong wind and blows. The sky is covered with a strange gray-white color all day long. When Menlei thought about it, it was actually extremely solemn and depressing.
This is Daozong's Xuanyuan Liangyi Formation. Different from the four halls outside, the spiritual pressure here is obviously stronger. Presumably, the spiritual pressure at the top of Fenbao Cliff is nothing at all.
Shen Yu felt this familiar air pressure, paused for a while, then opened his eyes and looked deeper.
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