Early in the morning, Xiaochen came to the gate of Jiannan Courtyard in Jianwei Valley and transmitted sounds inside.
"Tell Master, Thirteen wants to receive the Cliff Order and go down the mountain to practice!"
According to the time calculation, the master should have been hungover last night and was still a little confused now. The fact that Kang Xiangong became a disciple for his grandson is also quite legendary. Xiaochen also heard about it in his previous life. Kangxiangong begged for help with thousands of words and found a chance for his grandson. Then Kang Shaoliang lived up to the expectations and was extremely suitable for the practice of swordsmanship. , after some chance, he became the disciple of Yazhu and became the young Yazhu of the sect.
"Just in time for him to comply with his request while he is still awake, I can go down the mountain with the document." Xiaochen thought.
Yamen disciples who have not established the foundation or are under the age of 18 are not allowed to go down the mountain and receive the cliff order without authorization, unless they have the approval of their master and are given a written ultimatum and seal.
The specific speculation about this statement is that they are worried that the disciples in the sect will be lost in the world of mortals due to their playful nature when they are young and have not developed their character, causing irreparable harm to their Taoist minds.
Jianwei Gu was also disturbed by the sound transmission at this time. Last night's Tianxian Zui was worthy of being a middle-grade Xuanjie spiritual wine, and it was just right for people to remember endlessly! The only drawback is that I get dizzy after drinking it.
"Huh? It's Jian Shisan. Do you want to borrow a document to go down the mountain?" Jian Weigu covered his head. He had a good impression of Jian Shisan recently, so he waved his hand and agreed without thinking about it.
A ray of golden light flew out from Jiannan Courtyard, accompanied by the word "Good!" from Jian Weigu.
Xiaochen waved his hand and took over the ultimatum with Qingxin Peak written on it. On the back of the ultimatum was Jian Weigu's name, so he carefully put it away, raised his hands and said respectfully: "Thank you, Master, Thirteen, I will retire!"
The Cliff Hall is located at the junction of the iron cable trestle, and there is a bottomless pit underground. After crossing the trestle that makes a "crackling" noise when blown by the wind, a seven-story building made of ebony comes into view.
The iron cable trestle bridge asks questions, the cliff order warns, and the written ultimatum serves as an introduction. The sect disciples are indeed protected in Wuqing Cliff in every possible way. For disciples who cannot pass these three levels, it is better to join the outer sect instead of dying in a meaningless battle on the immortal road. .
The Cliff Hall is the place where disciples are given tasks for training in Qingwu Cliff. It also warns every sect disciple who receives the Cliff Order to think twice before doing anything.
"Huh? Disciple of Strange Breath, which peak is this?" The old man with sackcloth sitting on the rocks beside the trestle asked without even opening his eyes after detecting Xiaochen's approach.
"Greetings to Elder Zhang, disciple Jian Shisan, named disciple of Qingxin Peak Jian Weigu's sect." Xiaochen said without hesitation at all.
"First time accepting the Cliff Order?" Old Man Azabu continued to ask, but his attitude was not deliberately directed. This was just a normal inquiry. After all, many disciples would confidently accept the mission every year, but in the end there was no news.
"Yes."
The old man in sackcloth opened his eyes a little, and a sword intent swept out of it, causing the strong wind to shake the trestle violently.
Seeing Jian Shisan still standing on the violently shaking trestle, without any confusion, standing as straight as a green peak, with the whistling wind blowing up the white monk's robe, but not shaking the firm figure at all, Elder Mai also had thoughts in his eyes Flashed: "Disciples with such a character are rare."
He nodded secretly, and then said: "The first time you accept a mission, you need a written ultimatum."
Xiaochen felt the wind weakening around him, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He regained his senses and saw that there was no strong wind howling around him. Immediately he realized that what he had just seen was just a trace of the illusion of the Taoist mind. Xiaochen stretched out his hands and respectfully handed over the document and said, "Please check it with Elder Zhang."
The old man in sackcloth took the document in his hand and examined it, then threw it back, closed his eyes and said nothing, motionless like a sculpture on a stone.
"Thank you, Elder!" Xiaochen said with his hands raised to Elder Mai, and then walked into the Cliff Hall.
"The only ones I can pick up are the White Cliff Tokens. It doesn't matter. Just choose a distant place to pick them up. There is a time limit on each Cliff Token. If the time limit is exceeded, it will be relisted." Xiaochen thought about it. , and finally received a cliff order to retrieve property. Judging from the nineteen number written on the circulation number, many disciples must have tried it before, but all failed in the end.
"The theft of Lingshi in Lancheng. The one-year Lingshi that Lancheng used to enshrine Wuwuya was lost. There is no news yet. However, the beacon in the Lingshi has always been located in Lancheng. This shows that the Lingshi bag containing the Lingshi is prohibited. It has not been solved, and there is still a possibility of recovery. I hope the disciples of Wuwuya will help with the investigation."
After taking off the cliff order, Xiaochen walked to the cliff hall, communicated with the people in the hall, and wrote down the information.
Master Liu wrote: On the tenth day of the ninth month in the year 106896 of the Canglan calendar, Jian Shisan, a registered disciple of Qingxin Peak, uncovered the theft of Lingshi in Lancheng. The deadline was until the tenth day of October. The mission reward was 200 low-grade spirit stones. If the mission failed, the same reward amount would be paid. stone.
After coming out of the Cliff Hall, he handed over the ultimatum at the outer gate of Wuwu Cliff, and Xiaochen walked down the path-seeking ladder of Wuwu Cliff step by step.
There are nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps in the ladder of seeking the Tao.
When he was 7 years old, Xiaochen climbed up step by step like this. At that time, each step was as high as his knees, and no one would help him. If someone dies of exhaustion on the ladder of seeking Taoism, it can only mean that the person and the immortal are not the same. The road has no fate.
"And now, I'm going down step by step."
For a while, Xiaochen seemed to see his bloody self climbing up the stairs, step by step, just to pursue the elusive fairy fate.
What can a child know? No, it is the obsession of children that makes people move.
Every day there would be clan elders cleaning up and putting down food on the Taoist ladder, and when he woke up after being extremely tired every day, there would be fewer companions around him.
Either with fatigue or with tears, they remain stagnant on the ladder of seeking the Tao forever.
"Asking unintentionally, looking for the Tao astray, stepping into this open road of cultivating immortality, we monks should move forward without hesitation and keep our Taoist mind firm."
"The road is long and difficult, don't ask about your return date, and don't look back." As he took each step, Xiaochen felt that his Taoist heart was becoming more and more determined.
...
At noon, Jian Lanxin yawned and got up. Thinking about watching the midnight moon with Brother Thirteen last night, her heart felt as sweet as honey.
He quickly got up and looked at his face in the bronze mirror. His facial features were delicate and small, and his face had some heroic spirit yet still was soft.
Wrapping the bandage around her body, Jian Lan walked to Jian Shisan's room humming a song. It was too late last night, so she fell asleep in the side hall. Practitioners are not that particular, just a couch and a thin blanket.
"Go and visit Master tomorrow..."
Thinking about how to talk to his master, Jian Lanxin knocked on the door. When he saw no movement, he waved his hand and pushed the door open.
The furnishings in the house were still the same, clean and tidy, and every item was neatly placed, but there was no sign of him in the room. Just when Jian Lan was confused, she saw several letters on the left side of the entrance, which were carefully sealed with wax oil. Each letter appears to have a name written on it.
At this time, Xiaochen had already walked quite far away. Counting the time, they should have found the letter he left behind.
"Recalling the past is like passing clouds; sighing and singing, people will eventually say goodbye." sighing the words, Xiaochen did not stop because of this.
Jian Lanxin's cheerful expression suddenly condensed, and he slowly stretched out his hands towards the letters. There were six letters in total, and sure enough, he found the one with his name inside.
"Jian Lan's heart is in love."
She stretched out her slightly trembling hands and quickly opened the letter.
"Lan Xin, I am about to embark on the road of seeking the Tao. I am sorry for leaving without saying goodbye. I will always keep the promise I made on that moonlit night in my heart. Remember: practicing one path is the right path. Space is alienated and time is wasted. If you and I are destined to meet again, we will eventually meet again."
"The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away in darkness. When gold, wind, jade and dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world."
"Tender love is like water, good times are like dreams, and we can't bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on our way home. If our love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night!"
After reading the letter, Jian Lan could no longer control the tears in his heart and began to drip down.
She felt a throbbing pain in her heart, and slowly recalled the poems left by Jian Shisan.
Then she carefully smoothed the wrinkles on the letter, put it away solemnly, and said: "Lan Xin has been waiting for you, Brother Thirteen..."
