More than a month has passed since the Battle of Yanbei, and Wuyang has bid farewell to the warm winter and entered early spring.
Before Fengqi felt the breath of early spring, he was forced to return to the severe cold again. Although he had read thousands of books, he had never traveled thousands of miles.
He once only knew thousands of miles of yellow sand, but never imagined that there would be thousands of miles of snow falling.
Qinchuan has winter all year round.
It was still late at night when he was thrown to Qinchuan by the God Emperor, but now it is dark, and rays of rays of light can be seen in the distant east. I wonder when the bright sun will rise.
Snowflakes are flying in the early morning light, like dancing cotton wool. Looking further away, you can see five standing black shadows, like the five fingers of a human being.
That is Xueyun Wufeng.
Feng Qi looked at those black figures from a distance and said with emotion: "The book said that Qinchuan is a land covered by thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow. When I saw it, I still didn't believe it. I thought that the change of seasons is the most basic thing. According to the cycle of heaven, Qinchuan is neither in the ice sheet nor has the landscape of the extreme north; nor is it in the Tianshan Mountains, nor does it exist on the plateau that reaches the clouds. How could such a wonder be created?"
After a pause, Feng Qi sighed, "Now I believe it. The world is so big and full of wonders."
He looked at the five black figures in the distance with a somewhat complicated expression.
I don’t know what happened to Yan Bei.
Although my grandfather has been away from the battlefield for a long time, it seems that at least his strategic thinking is still there. Since he can conquer Honghuai, he is very likely to recover Yanbei.
But there is no one in the Feng family who can step forward to take over as King of Yanbei.
Not to mention that he had no intention of doing this, he was now in Xueyun, so naturally he would not return to Yanbei and become the target of public criticism.
Although Yang'er values Yan Bei, he is still a disciple of the Guanzhu, and with his ice-snow intelligence, he will definitely be able to capture many things from such a shocking reversal. Therefore, with his character, he will never work for the Shen Dynasty again. .
It is true that Feng Muyun instilled a lot of loyalty into his two brothers, and he and Feng Yang also considered themselves loyal, but this did not mean that they could give up their conscience for the sake of loyalty.
He has never been a foolish and loyal person. When the God Emperor pretended to be suspicious of Yan Bei, he tried every means to convey Yan Bei's intentions through the four princes, let alone now?
As for Feng Yang, he is bound to be more sober than him.
Although he didn't say it clearly, the meaning revealed in Feng Yang's words and deeds was obvious.
He is patriotic, but not loyal to the emperor.
When I was thinking about this, those continuous black shadows had turned into towering icebergs, and they were almost there.
Fengqi arched his nose, as if he had caught a cold. He looked at the small buildings built around the peak outside the peak and said, "This is the outer mountain."
He then looked at the five towering icebergs and counted them from left to right: "Five peaks of snow cloud, the first peak is snow-stepping, the second peak is wind and thunder, the third peak is thousands of feet tall, the fourth peak is traceless, the five peaks are month-by-month, and the surrounding peaks are The pool that is bigger than the West Lake is the Sinking Sword Pool. There should be a small two-story building next to the pool called the Sword Pavilion. There is a secret passage in the Sword Pavilion that leads to the Sword Prison?"
A huge gust of wind pressure hit, and Feng Qi felt a little weightless. When he reacted, there was already a pure white snow eagle in front of him.
There was a man standing on the snow eagle, looking a little miserable.
It was his master, Xue Wuji.
Feng Qi looked at his master and said nothing.
Xue Wuji was silent for a while and said, "I really don't know about this matter."
He didn't know, but someone in Xueyun Sect must know, otherwise there was no need for him to remain silent.
Feng Qi figured this out, smiled lightly at Xue Wuji, and said, "Disciple pays homage to master."
No matter what, at least the master appeared in Yufeng Pass, Tong Pass, and Yan Yun.
Xue Wuji looked at Feng Qi and nodded with satisfaction, "Come on, Master will take you in."
Feng Qi looked around and said to Xue Wuji: "Master, what should I do next? I don't have to pass the sword trial competition to enter Xueyun Five Peaks."
Xue Wuji thought for a while, "Look at you, but you are the most popular person in the outside world, so passing the sword test is not a problem."
Feng Qi sighed, "Forget it then, I don't want to bother, and there are only children at the sword trial meeting. It can't be justified for me to bully them."
Xue Wuji thought to himself that you are just a child, but he did not deny the last sentence - Hunyuan Shangjing went to participate in the sword trial competition, which was indeed a bit bullying.
The so-called Sword Trial Conference is a major event held by the disciples from outside the mountain in order to enter the Xueyun Five Peaks. It is held every three years. Generally speaking, the contestants are young disciples who have just condensed the Yuan Palace.
Xue Wuji waved his hand and said to Xue Ying: "You go first."
Snow Eagle's eyes showed an extremely human look, she cried, her wings vibrated and flew away, disappearing into the wind and snow in the blink of an eye.
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With Xue Wuji around, naturally no inconspicuous deacon dared to check their identities. However, more and more disciples from outside the mountain were watching. The occasional whispers that reached his ears made Feng Qi feel uncomfortable and a little bit uncomfortable. Miss this feeling.
The last time someone talked about him like this was when he was in Yanyun. At that time, the people in Yanbei always liked to chat around him. Of course, they were still at a distance. The content of what they said was the same as what these people say now. It was probably because of his birth. Looks good or something like that.
Feng Qi didn't understand. In his opinion, although the world was becoming more and more obsessed with appearance, this was Xueyun. How could it not avoid vulgarity?
Half an hour later, Xue Wuji took him out of the outer mountain.
Between the outer mountain and the inner mountain is a road paved with ice, and there is a biting cold on the road.
Feng Qi stepped on it with his feet and discovered the origin of the chill.
It turned out to be the sword of Xueyun, he thought silently.
Xue Wuji shook his head. He didn't warn him aloud before, just to see how far Feng Qi could go and whether he would be hurt by the sword intent contained in Bing Lu. Now it seemed that he was overthinking.
"Let's go." He patted Feng Qi on the shoulder.
Walking up the ice road, I soon saw an ice gate.
The ice gate is very simple, with nothing except the word "Xueyun". There is an ice table under the door, with pens and papers on it. Behind the table, a middle-aged man wearing a sword robe is sleeping.
Xue Wuji frowned, walked forward and knocked on the table.
The middle-aged man woke up and lost his tiredness when he saw Xue Wuji. He hurriedly stood up and saluted, "I have met the master of magic sword!"
Xue Wuji said: "The sect asked you to stay here and be responsible for registering disciples with outstanding talents... Is this how you register?"
The middle-aged man made a bitter face and said aggrievedly: "Master, it's not that I have neglected my duties, it's just that these disciples from outside the mountain are so unsatisfactory. I have been guarding for three days, but no one can walk halfway across the ice! Only then... "
"You said no one can walk halfway across the ice?" Xue Wuji interrupted him, gave up half of his body, and pointed at Feng Qi, "How can I say this?"
The middle-aged man was startled, stared at Feng Qi again and again, and said hesitantly: "Master, why...why does this person appear here?"
Xue Wuji snorted, "What are you doing?"
The middle-aged man said: "The sect has never recruited children from aristocratic families... This is probably against the rules."
Xue Wuji blew his beard and asked: "You know the rules so well, are you going to be the magic sword?"
The middle-aged man was startled and didn't even dare to say anything.
Xue Wuji waved his hand, "Don't talk so much nonsense! Hurry up and register! I can take him to the peak."
After registering, you can enter the real Xueyun Sect.
As expected, it was a snowy cloud. The ice and snow outside completely failed to affect the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers here. Dozens of roads branched off from several hills, and the roads spread out and disappeared behind another hill.
Feng Qi took a deep breath and thought that the concentration of vitality here was at least ten times stronger than that in the outside world. No wonder the name of the sect is never left on the Fengliu List. How can people who practice in this environment compare to the people outside? It's really unfair.
Xue Wuji suddenly frowned and said to Feng Qi: "First find a senior brother to take you to the Taoist platform. If you have something to do for me, I will come back to you after the matter is finished."
After saying that, his figure disappeared instantly.
Feng Qi shrugged, thinking that Master had not told the other peak masters about accepting me as his disciple.
He touched his chin, thinking about the detailed description of Xueyun he had read in the unofficial history, and walked towards Wuhen Peak.
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Stepping on the snowy peak, I asked about the temple.
Xue Qianzhang looked at Xue Wuji, "Senior brother, you have crossed the line."
Xue Wuji snorted, "When it's just you and me, please call me brother, otherwise why would I come if you asked me to come over?"
Xue Qianzhang was a little helpless, "Senior brother, this is against the rules."
Xue Wuji said: "Sword Law has not accused me of being out of compliance with the rules, but you are diligent."
The sound of wind and thunder suddenly sounded in the hall, followed by Yuan Yulong's voice, "Junior Brother Fajian, this is indeed against the rules."
Xue Wuji raised his eyebrows and glanced at Xue Qianzhang.
Xue Qianzhang spread his hands, "It's impossible not to tell him this kind of thing, he is Jianlu!"
Yuan Yulong strode into the Taoist Hall and stared at Xue Wuji, "That Feng Qi, should you please go out or should I?"
Xue Wuji frowned, "We are all brothers, do we have to be so merciless?"
Yuan Yulong said coldly: "The law is the law, no mercy!"
Xue Wuji laughed angrily and asked, "Master Fenglei Peak wants to have a fight with me?"
Xue Wuji was not there when Jianlu led his disciples to Wuyang. Later, when Yuan Yulong rushed to help Yanbei, he was seriously injured. Naturally, he did not know that the Jianlu in front of him had already joined the Tao.
Yuan Yulong didn't intend to explain, and said in a deep voice: "It's not impossible to have a fight, but regardless of the outcome, Feng Qi must leave!"
Looking at the tense situation in front of him, Xue Qianzhang also had a headache, "That's enough! You've lived for hundreds of years, why are you still so competitive?"
He looked at Xue Wuji, "Senior brother, is there any reason for accepting Feng Qi as a disciple? His identity is sensitive now. The reason why the God Emperor dared to let him come directly is because he is sure that we will not accept him."
Xue Wuji ignored Xue Qianzhang and just stared at Yuan Yulong fiercely, "I want Feng Qi to participate in the century-old plan."
There was silence in the hall for two breaths.
Yuan Yulong said indifferently, "Is he worthy?"
Xue Wuji said: "Otherwise, do you think you are worthy?"
Xue Qianzhang sighed, "Senior brother, you also know that the threshold of the Centennial Plan is understanding the state of mind."
Xue Wuji raised his eyebrows and mocked: "Is there a big gap between understanding and Hunyuan? If you want to create a strong man who can rival the Demon Lord within a hundred years, you should not look at the realm, but the talent! Some people will eventually They have been trapped in understanding all their lives, and some people have become virtuous when they are only over thirty years old..."
Yuan Yulong said: "You are still at the peak of Hunyuan at the age of sixteen, which speaks for itself. Zhou Zihan of Qian Renfeng is younger than him, but he is already at the peak of Hunyuan."
Xue Wuji said seriously: "First of all, the talent of the sixteen-year-old Hunyuan Upper Realm is not low. Secondly, Fengqi has not only practiced Taoism for the past sixteen years, but also studied. Finally, it only took three months for a man to master Wuwu. People with Hen Sword Intent... are not very talented?"
Traceless sword intent?
Xue Qianzhang frowned.
Yuan Yulong's expression changed and he said angrily: "This is nonsense! After all, you are also the master of a peak and the one who makes laws. How dare you break the rules to such an extent?"
Xue Wuji didn't care about Yuan Yulong's emotions and just said: "If you inherit my sword intention, you are my disciple. I will never let you do whatever you want with him!"
He and Yuan Yulong glared at each other, neither of them convinced of the other.
Xue Qianzhang was silent for a while and said: "The sword debate between the peaks is about to begin, right?"
Yuan Yulong continued: "There are still seven days."
Xue Qianzhang said: "In this case, let Feng Qi play. If Feng Qi can win the first place in the Hunyuan realm in the sword debate between the peaks, it doesn't hurt to make an exception."
Yuan Yulong thought for a while and agreed to the proposal.
Feng Qi has just arrived at Xueyun. If he can win the first place under such circumstances, it will be enough to prove that his talent is indeed terrible. At that time, it is not unacceptable for him to get a spot in the Centennial Plan.
Xue Wuji sneered and agreed.
Xueyun, a pampered greenhouse flower, still wants to compete with Prince Yanyun?
wishful thinking!
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