After accepting disciples and giving pills, Jian Zun and the others seemed to have something to worry about, so they took the first step.
The sword cultivator left and flew into the sky!
A disciple of the Sword Master named 'Wang Feng' was left behind to take Jiang Yue to the First Sword Peak. At the same time, he guides her to adapt to Qinghun's sword cultivating life.
"Twelfth Senior Brother, please wait for me for a moment." Jiang Yue said to the young man wearing an orange sword robe.
The handsome young man, with a sunny face, smiled and nodded at Jiang Yue, his eyes full of admiration.
Not as expected!
Jiang Yue walked a few steps, wrapped in ice, and came to Yun Xiao.
"Do you regret it?" Jiang Yue raised her chin slightly and looked at him indifferently.
"I regret it! I didn't expect your sword spirit to be so terrifying. It's like a heifer learning to wield a sword - you're so awesome." Yun Xiao gave her a thumbs up.
"Vulgar..." Jiang Yue glared at him and gritted his teeth: "Although you are extremely afraid of me, but you insulted me, I said... I will repay you tenfold."
"Why pay it back?" Yun Xiao sneered in his heart.
"You should find a way to participate in the 'Seven Swords Quest'. I, Jiang Yue, am an upright person. I don't want to take advantage of the situation to bully you and follow the truth." She said proudly.
"If you win the title of Seven Swords, will that be your day of success again?" Yun Xiao joked.
The word 'again' made Jiang Yue's eyebrows wrinkle deeply.
"The sparrow is humble and does not recognize the swan!"
Without this sentence, she was too lazy to say more.
To her now, this boy in white is just a small stain on the road to immortality.
Just wipe it off when it takes off.
When she was talking to Yun Xiao, the Sword Master disciple named 'Wang Feng' also whispered to Yao Qingqian.
"Sister Yao, what's their relationship?" Wang Feng crossed his arms and squinted at Yun Xiao.
"That young man snatched the first place on Jiang Yue's road to heaven and even injured her." Yao Qingqian sneered.
"Oh?" Wang Feng's eyes surged with sword intent, "What a cruel attack!"
"There are so many clowns like this in the mortal world who don't know the heights of the world." Yao Qingqian said with disdain.
"That's right." Wang Feng's eyes lit up and he said: "By the way! I recently practiced the 'skinning technique'. I can accurately control the sword spirit and peel off a whole human skin, just like peeling a frog." ...I'm worried that I can't find the 'frog'."
"If the skin is peeled off, will a person die?" Yao Qingqian became very interested.
"Of course not, he's still jumping around and screaming!" Wang Feng said happily.
"Oh?" Yao Qingqian smiled sweetly, "It's a pity that this kid is so good-natured... If you dare to go to Qinghun without asking first, what is the Immortal Road?"
"One immortal will become an immortal, and all bones will wither! Those who are incompetent will say the wrong thing, and their bodies and souls will be destroyed." Wang Feng laughed ferociously.
He understands these rules very well.
However, those newbies often don’t understand.
As soon as you come in, you are high-minded and low-handed?
If you lose your footing, you will die without a complete body.
"Sister Yao, let me know when he has chosen the sword peak in a moment, and I will knock on the door in the middle of the night to catch frogs." Wang Feng raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly.
"Be quiet." Yao Qingqian said angrily.
"Of course...this is a meeting gift from me to my junior sister." Wang Feng said.
Hearing this, Yao Qingqian's smile faded. Seeing that Jiang Yue had come over, she quickly whispered: "Remind you, Jiang Yue was brought back by King Ye Jian."
"Him?" Wang Feng's face changed, and there was a third of fear in his eyes, and he murmured: "Doesn't he have a Taoist companion? He can still take them all."
"As long as you know what's going on, that's fine." Yao Qingqian said.
"Okay!" Wang Feng was extremely depressed, his eyes even colder.
but.
After reuniting with Jiang Yue, he immediately transformed back into a sunny boy and left with Jiang Yue.
Like a couple of immortals, wielding swords in the clouds.
Of course Jiang Yue didn't know how to wield a sword, so Wang Feng held her waist, stepped on the swords of his twelfth senior brother, and flew away!
Indeed, it’s awesome.
As soon as Wang Feng left, the new Qinghun disciples finally breathed a sigh of relief.
This kind of Sword Master disciple gave them a lot of pressure on newcomers.
"This Yun Xiao should have given up his life for five hundred years of demon bones."
Although Yun Xiao is still alive, everyone on the sword-carrying stage knows——
Burying his bones in the wilderness one night was his inevitable end.
Because of this, no one dared to approach him.
Yun Xiao didn't care.
Herds of cattle and sheep.
The beast walks alone!
He is destined to be a loner in this life.
"Nine of you, each choose a sword peak."
Yao Qingqian put her hands on her hips and pointed at a young man in the crowd, "Lin Yan, you can come to the First Sword Peak. Others are not allowed to choose."
The young man she chose was the third in the road to ascend to heaven, and had a high-grade Shaking Light Sword Spirit.
From her proud words, it can be heard that the First Sword Peak is the place that the disciples want to go to, and they have the right to make the initiative.
The other sword peaks should be similar.
After Yao Qingqian finished speaking, the remaining new disciples quickly chose their future camps.
They should have done research earlier.
Even, they have relatives and friends in these sword peaks.
In the end, only Yun Xiao was left.
When Yun Xiao looked at the seven elders, they coughed and looked up at the sky.
"Yun Xiao, I want to discuss something with you."
Elder Yu stepped forward, took his arm, and walked to the edge of the sword-bearing platform.
"Elder Yu, please speak."
Yun Xiao had a good impression of this Seventh Sword Peak elder.
"What do you think of me, Old Yu?" Elder Yu asked him seriously.
"Elder Yu is fair and just." Yun Xiao said.
"When you first came here, Yao Qingqian targeted you, and I spoke for you, right?" This is what Elder Yu seemed to want to hear.
Yun Xiao was startled for a moment and nodded slowly.
"For this reason, do me, Old Yu, a favor." Elder Yu said.
"Please say."
"Don't choose my Seventh Sword Peak." Elder Yu gritted his teeth.
He wanted to explain a few more words, but he didn't expect Yun Xiao to be very straightforward and replied with the word "ok".
Elder Yu gave him a complicated look and said, "Young man, I'm sorry! Old Yu still appreciates you very much. Even if Jiang Yue is a middle-grade Kaiyang level, I can still hold you. It's a pity..."
It's a pity that she exceeded the Kaiyang level, shattered the sword bearing stone, and shattered the history of Qinghun!
Yun Xiao smiled and said: "Elder Yu, don't worry, it's human nature."
"Well! I can't bring disaster to the Seventh Sword Peak, can you understand me?" Elder Yu sighed.
"I understand." Yun Xiao nodded.
"Thank you." Elder Yu handed over his hand.
"No need."
disaster?
This is so important that it is useless to say more.
Elder Yu, don’t worry and look back!
As a result, what he saw was that except for him and Yao Qingqian, the other five Jianfeng elders ran away after seeing this.
They were afraid that Yun Xiao would choose them.
"Depend on?"
Elder Yu was confused.
Yun Xiao couldn't help but laugh.
"A Taoist who competes with God for his life is more selfish and more realistic."
"I once had fantasies about Qinghun. I thought that ascetics were all saints who conquered the world and eliminated demons thousands of miles away. I thought that Ye Guying was the cancer among them. I didn't expect that he would be just mediocre here!"
Even so, Yun Xiao still wants to enter Qinghun!
After all, he didn't come here to help justice.
He is here to kill people and hone his killing skills!
"The problem is, the Seventh Sword Peak is not allowed to choose, and all the other Sword Peaks have gone away, who should I choose?"
Yun Xiao's eyes couldn't help but fall on the centermost and heaviest one among the eight stone chairs.
Jiange!
Today, no one came to Jiange.
"The Qinghun Sword Sect has one sword pavilion and seven sword peaks. The 'Jian Pavilion' should be the strongest lineage, right?"
Yun Xiao was a little impressed.
When he was the king of the mortal world, he liked to inquire about the Qinghun Sword Sect, but unfortunately he didn't have the sword soul.
So he asked: "Elder Yu, why is there no one on the stone chair in the Jiangge?"
"Jiange?" When Elder Yu saw him mentioning Jiange, he felt a little strange and said, "There are not many living people in Jiange."
"No one alive? Dead?" Yun Xiao was confused.
"Do you want to choose Jiange?" Elder Yu asked urgently.
Now that the other elders have run away, Yun Xiao has not chosen yet, and he is afraid of changes.
"I choose Jiange." Yun Xiao said.
As soon as these words came out, Elder Yu relaxed a lot.
When Yao Qingqian heard this, the corners of her mouth raised slightly.
They didn't say it clearly, but... they all wanted Yun Xiao to choose Jiange!
"I heard that Jiange is the first line of Qinghun." Yun Xiao looked at the thick bluestone chair, with mottled sword marks on it, as if there was a sharp sword intent.
"Three years ago, something happened in Jiange that shocked thousands of countries. Don't you know?" Elder Yu asked.
Yun Xiao shook his head.
"When you get to Jiange, ask around slowly." Elder Yu pursed his lips and said.
"OK."
Elder Yu patted him on the shoulder, hesitated to speak, looked at him one last time, and said: "Become a disciple of Jiange, enter the mountain... pay homage to the grave first!"
"Worship the grave?" Yun Xiao was stunned.
"Well, they're all dead." A trace of sadness flashed in Elder Yu's eyes.
"All dead?"
"right."
Yun Xiao became curious instead.
Where is he going?
Why is Elder Yu so secretive?
"Is it okay for you to ask someone to find the way to Jiange yourself?" Elder Yu asked.
Yun Xiao knew that in today's situation, he had already done his best to speak so much to him.
"without."
He could see that Elder Yu was very anxious and probably wanted to go to Yao Qingqian to apologize.
"Finally, I would like to ask, what is 'Seven Swords Aiming for the Crown'?" Yun Xiao asked.
"To put it bluntly, it's about sword cultivators fighting for resources and competing for the Green Soul. The First Sword Master gave Jiang Yue Shenhai Dan to make her rise astonishingly in the Seven Swords Summit and establish the supreme status of the First Sword Peak!"
"With this Shenhai Dan, who can compete with a beautiful girl like her?"
Elder Yu glanced at him one last time.
"Young man, recognize the reality. If you can defeat her once in your life, you will be lucky."
"Ha ha……"
Yun Xiao suddenly smiled.
"Elder Yu, say goodbye!"
After he cupped his hands and said that, he turned around and jumped off the sword-bearing platform, heading towards the Qinghun Mountains and away from the dust.
Once you enter the forest, you never look back!
Yao Qingqian rolled her eyes.
"When he goes to Jiange, he will be in an abyss."
Half a day!
Yun Xiao climbed over the majestic and continuous Qinghun Mountains, asking people all the way, and finally came to Jian Pavilion.
Jiange is the main peak of Qinghun!
It is also the most special lineage among the Qinghuns.
The mountain in front of me is like a giant sword rising from the blue clouds, rising into the sky and piercing the sky.
The trees on it are all green pines, as straight as swords and upright.
"As expected of the main peak, it is truly courageous."
Yunxiao entered the forest and climbed up the mountain.
He opened his mouth and inhaled, and vast spiritual energy poured into his chest and abdomen.
Dragon spring surges in the Dantian and feels refreshed!
"You have to be in the blessed land of Cave Heaven, with the majestic spiritual sea, and practice... to get twice the result with half the effort."
This is much better than the mortal world.
At about dusk, Yun Xiao climbed up to the main peak and looked towards the covered clouds and mist ahead.
I saw a series of elegant pavilions in the mountain, which seemed to be floating on the clouds, very much like the heavenly palace described by mortals.
That is Jiange!
"Coming."
Yun Xiao climbed up a bluestone staircase.
The breeze blows, the clouds are slender, and the vegetation in the forest is fresh.
There were also birds chirping crisply, and mist filled the air at dusk, dampening his long hair and white clothes...
Yunxiao feels very comfortable!
This quiet, long, and ethereal environment was exactly the fairyland he dreamed of when he was young.
"It's just that this road is much bloodier and more ferocious than I imagined."
"I, Yun Xiao, am alone, careless and careless. I don't care about life and death. If you don't accept it, kill one and earn another! Why should I be afraid?"
After death, he did not covet the world.
"In the rest of my life, I only seek understanding and happiness!"
Jiang Yue, the Four-pole Sword-bearing Stone, the Divine Sea Pill... all of these are just a piece of paper in his eyes.
One poke and it breaks.
The white clothes are like shadows, blowing across the green mountains.
"That is?"
Yun Xiao frowned.
Seven graves appeared in the wasteland in front of them.
Grave soil, tomb tablets, sacrifices...are lined up in front of you.
On each mound, there is a sword box inserted.
Inside the sword box, there seems to be a demon and evil spirit imprisoned.
One after another, ferocious monster faces appeared, grinning at Yun Xiao.
Look further down.
The words on the tombstone caught his eye.
A desolate, solemn, sad and majestic atmosphere was conveyed to Yun Xiao's heart from these words.
On each tombstone, the ultimate grief is written with blood stroke by stroke!
From left to right.
Beloved disciple, the tomb of Qin Qingcheng.
Beloved disciple, the tomb of Li Qingwei.
Beloved disciple, the tomb of Du Qinghai.
…
Beloved disciple, Cai Qingyun’s tomb!
There are seven seats in total.
The seven "loved disciples" of the Qing generation.
Seventy-seven and forty-nine, the bloody words deeply imprinted on the tombstone!
Every stroke and every stroke shows that the writer is grief-stricken, heartbroken, and angry.
From these bloody words, Yun Xiao seemed to see a scene of a white-haired man sending away seven black-haired men.
"When entering the sword pavilion, first pay homage to the grave."
Remembering what Elder Yu said, Yun Xiao went up and worshiped one by one.
He saw that the wine glasses were still full in front of the seven graves.
There should be people worshiping from time to time!
"Who are you?"
A lazy voice came from behind.
Yun Xiao turned around.
In front of him was a man wearing a yellow sword robe.
His hair was like a chicken coop, his beard was curly, his eyes were cloudy, and he was very slovenly.
At this time, he was holding a big fragrant chicken leg and looking at Yun Xiao while chewing it. The oil from the drumstick dripped onto his beard.
Gulu.
In Yun Xiao's arms, the little black beast was ready to move.
"I am a new disciple of Jiange. My surname is Yun and my name is Xiao." Yun Xiao cupped his hands and said.
"New disciple?"
The man took two bites of the big chicken drumsticks and said excitedly: "This is unprecedented. It's been three years! Jiange finally has a new disciple. I'm so happy!"
With a smile on his face, he came to Yun Xiao's side, put his greasy hand on Yun Xiao's shoulder, and said with emotion: "What a handsome man! I declare that from today on, you will be the 'Pavilion Grass' of Jiange!"
Yun Xiao looked at the butter on his shoulders...
He smiled.
It turns out that there are some "interesting" people in this Green Soul Sword Sect.
"I don't know what to call this uncle?" Yun Xiao asked, cupping his hands.
"How old are you?" The man lifted his bangs and stared at Yun Xiao.
"Sixteen." Yun Xiao said.
"Damn! I'm only one year older than you, and you call me Uncle Ji Feo!" the man yelled.
"...Yes, Uncle Ji Feo!" Yun Xiao said respectfully.
"No!" The man raised his chicken legs and gritted his teeth, "I mean, you should call me Senior Brother!"
Yun Xiao suddenly understood and said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I misunderstood. I've seen Brother Jifei..."
puff!
The man immediately sprayed rice, pointed at himself and roared: "Me! I am not named Jifei! Jifei is a modal particle, do you understand?"
Yun Xiao was stunned.
"Oh, what's your last name, senior brother?" he asked with a smile.
Only then was the man satisfied, he patted his chest and said, "My surname is Cai, and my name is Maomao."
Yun Xiao: "..."
Isn’t this just like chicken feathers?
"Yun Xiao, Senior Brother Cai will protect you from now on." Cai Maomao hooked his shoulder and said with a melancholy look on his face: "Senior Brother, I'm so lonely, it's been three years! I haven't seen a single new face!"
"Okay." Yun Xiao nodded.
"It's getting late. Senior Sister Zhao doesn't see anyone alive at night..." Cai Maomao thought for a while and continued, "In this way, you and I will squeeze in tonight, and I will take you to find her tomorrow, get a disciple token, and enter the sword pavilion. Jian Ji, for the rest of your life, you will be a member of Qinghun Sword Pavilion."
"Senior Sister Zhao?"
"Yes." Cai Maomao looked around cautiously, and then whispered in Yun Xiao's ear: "You are a newcomer, and my senior brother is a veteran. While it's warm, I will tell you the first survival rule of Jiange."
"The law of survival? What is it?" Yun Xiao was confused.
"Don't mess with Senior Sister Zhao!"
"……remember."
Seeing how awed he was, Yun Xiao thought to himself that he must be a cold and arrogant cultivator like Ye Guying.
This kind of person is not interesting.
"Let's go, senior brother, I'm happy today. I'll make some dishes to help you with the wind and wash away the dust! Senior brother's roast chicken is delicious."
"Please add the word 'make'. Senior brother cooked the roast chicken." Yun Xiao said with shame.
"Haha, Junior Brother Yun, you are so perverted." Cai Maomao laughed, "But I like it."
Yun Xiao: "..."
As night falls, everything is silent.
Yun Xiao felt the first trace of warmth in Qinghun.
…
"Ye Guao?"
Yao Qingqian opened the gauze and screamed when he saw a pool of blood in front of him.
If it were just an ordinary head, she wouldn't be so frightened.
The deceased is Ye Guao!
King Ye Jian's biological brother died on the road to heaven.
Who will take responsibility?
Her heart was pounding.
"Who killed him?" Yao Qingqian said coldly.
"I don't know!" said someone else.
"I don't know? Listen!"
Yao Qingqian shouted with a ferocious expression: "The road is closed! No one participating in the road to heaven this time is allowed to leave! Except for those who have become Qinghun disciples, everyone else will be taken to the 'Forbidden Sword Prison' first!"
Many sword cultivators from the First Sword Peak around them immediately took action.
"Find me some ice cubes." Yao Qingqian said.
"What do you want ice cubes for?" Others were stunned.
"Of course I will freeze Ye Guyao. When King Ye Jian comes back from Wanjianhai, he will be alive to see people and dead to see his corpse..."
Yao Qingqian was melancholy again.
Although Jiang Yue has taken off, Ye Guying's brother is dead!
She didn't even know how angry Ye Guying would be when she came back.
"No matter who it is, I must find him out first, otherwise King Ye Jian will really not forgive me."
…
The first sword peak.
The night is getting darker.
The green soul during the day is like a fairyland.
The green soul under the night, ghosts are rampant.
In an exquisite palace.
Sword Master disciple 'Wang Feng' relaxed his muscles and bones and turned back to face the nine First Sword Master disciples.
"It's a dark and windy night, murderous night, let's go and let Xiao Yue'er vent out her anger!" His tone was cold.
"Did Elder Yao give you a letter?"
"Which Jianfeng dares to recruit that unfortunate guy?"
Everyone asked with a smile.
"Sword Pavilion."
Wang Feng touched his nose and smiled.
"Ha ha……"
Everyone else couldn't help laughing when they heard about this place.
"I heard that he took away all the 500-year-old demon bones of King Ye Jian..."
This is his real purpose.
Wang Feng's eyes were filled with deep greed.
…
Brothers, keep your Zhang Ping after reading this, Zhang Ping! A madman needs more than a thousand Zhang Ping!
