Tongtian Peak.
Next to the majestic mountain peak, there are several rays of light of different colors lingering and flying. They are the magic weapons used by the disciples of Qingyun Sect. They have various colors due to the five elements of the magic weapon. They look colorful and extremely beautiful.
Along with the whistling sound, several rays of light fell on the white jade square of Tongtian Peak.
After collecting the magic weapon, the light dissipated, revealing several graceful figures.
Standing at the front is a woman of about thirty years old, with an oval face, eyebrows like distant mountains, a pair of bright almond-shaped eyes, and a plump body. But no male disciple dared to look at her casually, because this woman was the first Shuiyue Master of Xiaozhu Peak.
Master Shuiyue has a stern temperament and is unsmiling. Only when he looks at his beloved disciple behind him, his apricot eyes feel a little warm: "Master, go to Yuqing Hall to meet the head brother first. You guys wait outside."
"Yes." The female disciples said softly.
After Master Shuiyue left, the seven or eight female disciples also breathed a sigh of relief, started chattering, and looked at Tongtian Peak curiously.
At this moment, waves of elegant melody came, as if they were sent straight into the ears, which was extremely pleasant.
"Senior Sister Wenmin, look, the sound of the piano is coming from the Library Pavilion, and there are many people gathered there. Let's go and have a look." A female disciple said happily.
"This..." Senior Sister Wen Min is a beautiful woman with an oval face, hair like clouds, and skin like snow. She hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay, let's go and have a look."
"But, senior sister, master asked us to wait outside."
The one who spoke was a woman who looked slightly older than Tian Linger. Although she was not completely open, she was already dressed in flowing white clothes and looked stunning in her beauty.
"Don't worry, Junior Sister Xueqi, we are just taking a look and not causing trouble."
Senior sister Wen Min smiled and took junior sister Xue Qi's hand, and walked towards the library with all the junior sisters.
Not long after, the girls arrived outside the library pavilion. When they looked in the direction where the music was coming from, they all had an indescribable sense of amazement in their beautiful eyes.
I saw a monk in moon-white cassocks leisurely sitting on the bluestone. He had a beautiful appearance and not a trace of dust on his body. Even the female monks in Xiaozhu Peak felt ashamed of themselves. The gentleness of her expression and the unrestrained style are unparalleled by any woman in the world. The guqin is resting on the knees, the slender fingers are moving, and the sounds of the sky are bursting.
The sound of the piano is like others, as if flying from the sky, not ordinary, full of the natural beauty of the harmony between heaven and earth, as if the sound of the piano has merged into the heaven and earth, and as if the heaven and earth are speaking the heart of heaven with the help of those flawless hands.
This feeling and scene made all the women in Xiaozhu Peak mesmerized.
Even the cold Lu Xueqi had an indescribable luster in her beautiful eyes.
Everyone's hearts and minds rose and fell with the sound of the piano. Time gradually passed and the sound of the piano also came to an end. It was like crying, complaining, resenting and admiring.
"snort!"
At this moment, a cold snort sounded, making this almost perfect piano sound stained with flaws.
"In a few years, it will be the Seven Meridians Martial Arts Competition. Everyone is still so lazy and only listens to this migratory voice. How to eliminate demons and protect the Tao in the future? It is really an insult to my Qingyun sect!"
Two people came from a short distance away. The leader was tall and solemn in appearance. He was the first pine tree in the "Dragon Head Peak" of Qingyun Gate.
Among the Qingyun Sect, apart from Master Daoxuan's Tongtian Peak, his Longshou Peak lineage is the most powerful. This Cangsong has a serious nature. In addition to managing the disciples of his own lineage, he is also in charge of the entire Qingyun Sect's punishment. Although the disciples of the Qingyun Sect have great admiration for the leader Daoxuan Zhenren, what they are most afraid of is the unsmiling Cangsong leader.
Under the scolding from Chief Cangsong, all the Qingyun sect members suddenly fell into silence.
The sound of the piano gradually stopped, and the harmonious artistic conception created by the sound of the piano was almost destroyed.
The monk in white clothes stood up, frowned, sighed, and suddenly threw the guqin into the foot of Tongtian Peak.
The cliffs of Tongtian Peak are tens of thousands of feet high, and the rocks are steep and strange. If the guqin is thrown from the top of the mountain, it will not only be shattered to pieces, but will also be torn into pieces, with broken strings and broken strings.
Cangsong Taoist frowned and said in a cold voice: "It is said that Junior Brother Puzhen spent two months making this harp. It is very precious. Why did it leave it on the mountain?"
Puzhen! ?
The legendary white-robed monk?
Since Yu Liancheng often comes in and out of the Library Pavilion, most of the Tongtian Peak disciples know his origins. But the female monks at Xiaozhu Peak lit up their beautiful eyes.
In the past year, they had heard the legendary story about the Miao Monk in White countless times. When a girl is pregnant with spring, she will inevitably have yearning and admiration. When she sees him, she feels that being famous is not as good as meeting him. His style and spirit are beyond words.
The monk in white sighed softly: "This harp has been stained with anger and can no longer produce ethereal sounds. What's the use of it?"
As he spoke, he waved his snow-white long sleeves like clouds, attracting a cloud of water vapor. He washed his hands, took out a silk scarf as white as snow, and wiped away the water droplets.
Cangsong Taoist sneered even more: "Oh? Could that anger come from me?"
"Anger comes from the heart, good and evil thoughts." The monk in white floated away.
"Wait a minute." Taoist Cangsong said, his voice containing Tai Chi vitality, like thunderous bursts, shaking the energy and blood of the disciples around him.
The monk in white raised one hand to his chest and said calmly: "I wonder if Senior Brother Cangsong has any advice?"
Cangsong Taoist said: "I heard that Junior Brother Puzhen is a genius who emerges from Tianyin Temple only once in a thousand years. Not only is he proficient in Buddhism, he is also very accomplished in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Even the Brahma Prajna has made amazing progress. Senior Brother would like to ask Junior Brother for some advice. I wonder if I can use the Buddhist magical power?"
The monk in white clothes shook his head and said: "Puzhen's cultivation is shallow, so how can he be the opponent of senior brother Cangsong? Moreover, as an outsider, it is not appropriate for him to fight bravely. I hope senior brother can forgive me."
Taoist Cangsong's eyes flashed, but he had his own considerations. Today, no matter what, he must find out the details of this ordinary thing, so as not to capsize in the gutter tomorrow.
"My junior brother Puzhen is more than two hundred years old. It is indeed unfair to fight with him. It is better to let my disciple Qi Hao take action. Although Qi Hao is a generation younger than my junior brother and is stupid, he has practiced for nearly a hundred years. Puzhen Junior brother gave me a few pointers and allowed me, the disciples of Qingyun Sect, to see the magical powers of Tianyin Temple, and all of them were so arrogant that their eyes were as high as their heads."
"Master..." The man behind Cansong was shocked, but he didn't expect that the master would let him go into battle.
This disciple is called Qi Hao. He is handsome, dressed in white like snow, and carries the sword "Bing" on his back. He is Cangsong's eldest disciple. He is a true disciple of Shen. He almost won the first place in the last Seven Meridians Competition.
"No need to say more, why don't you ask Uncle Puzhen for some advice?" Taoist Cangsong's voice became increasingly serious, full of majesty and oppression.
The monk in white took a deep look at Cangsong and sighed: "The deeper the obsession, the stronger the hostility. Brother Cangsong, you are obsessed with it. Be careful of falling into the trap of evil, bringing disaster to Qingyun, and becoming a sinner on the right path."
Cangsong's face changed slightly, and the monk's gaze made him feel naked, as if all his plans had been seen through, but he became even more angry, and his voice became more severe: "Qi Hao, what are you still hesitating about? Could it be that Lian Weishi's words Don’t listen either!?”
Seeing his master angry, even Qi Hao couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat. In addition, the words of Master Puzhen were indeed a bit excessive. He actually said that the master would go crazy and bring trouble to Qingyun, so he could only hold the sword secret with his hand. With a "clang", a white fairy sword was quickly struck out. There was a thin layer of white frost in Zhangdu, which was the "ice" that he had long been famous for.
"Please give me some advice, Uncle Puzhen."
"Infatuation is also anger."
The monk in white shook his head and sighed, turned around and left without looking at him again.
As a result, Qi Hao was hesitant, wondering whether he should take action.
But he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He had sacrificed his magic weapon, but the other party turned a blind eye. Could it be that he was looking down on him, the great disciple of Longshou Peak.
Cangsong snorted coldly, glanced at Qi Hao, and his face became darker.
Qi Hao was glanced at by his master, and his pressure suddenly doubled.
In addition, he also wanted to test the cultivation of this wonderful monk in white, so he turned his wrist, and the "Ice Sword" suddenly turned into a white sword light and shot out towards the monk in white.
"Uncle Puzhen, be careful."
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