In the south of Chang'an, under the mountains, there is an academy.
It is that academy that has gone through thousands of years of ups and downs and has never had a name. It is older than the Tang Empire and has cultivated countless sages and famous officials for the Tang Dynasty and all over the world. It is not a mysterious but almost sacred academy.
Under the clear light of the morning sun, the foot of the mountain is a huge area of gentle slopes composed of green meadows and hills. The green grass undulates like ocean waves. There are dozens of complex aisles looming among the green grass. Plants are planted at intervals along the roads. There are several flowering trees, and there are even more flowering trees in the center of the meadow. The white and pink peach blossoms and apricot blossoms look like calligraphy and painting casually painted on the hillside, which is extremely beautiful.
"Academy..."
A black figure has stepped into the academy.
There were many students in the academy, as well as teachers from various countries, including top practitioners and even top-notch Talisman Masters. However, no one noticed this figure and allowed it to walk freely through the academy.
Yu Liancheng walked along the mountain road and finally arrived at an old three-story wooden building among the green forests at the foot of the mountain.
This three-story wooden building was built against the mountain. Its appearance is ordinary, with no cornices or splendid decorations. The wooden building can see the traces left by the wind and rain over the years. It is unknown how many years it has stood quietly in the depths of the academy. Above the wooden building, there is a plaque with "Old Library" hanging, which is very casual.
The second floor of the old library.
There was a middle-aged woman wearing a professor's robe sitting in the window next to the building. She had a quiet demeanor and extremely beautiful appearance. She was concentrating on tracing her hairpin in small regular script on the case.
Suddenly, the middle-aged woman raised her eyebrows and looked up at Yu Liancheng, who was slowly walking up from the first floor. She suddenly covered her mouth and smiled, quietly and skillfully, and said softly: "Mr. Yu, are you looking for the teacher? The teacher is on the second floor. , he has been waiting for you for several days."
Yu Liancheng nodded slightly at first, then shook his head.
The quiet woman frowned slightly and said, "Sir, what do you mean by this? Yu Lian doesn't understand."
"I am indeed here to see you, but I am not just here to see you. I am also very interested in you. To be more precise, you are interested in your skills."
Yu Liancheng smiled slightly and said: "The Sha Zi Juan and the collection of this old library cover almost most of the techniques in the world, but they do not include the 'Twenty-Three Years Cicada' practiced by the sect leader. I have always heard that the sect leader is free and easy and extraordinary. He is a wise man, so he doesn’t want to make me go back and forth in vain.”
"Twenty-Three Years Cicada!" The demure woman lowered her head and her tone gradually became lower: "Mr. Yu really knows a lot. I didn't expect that besides the teacher, there is anyone in the world who knows my true identity."
Twenty-Three Years Cicada This is the strangest and most difficult skill to practice in the Demon Sect. Since the establishment of the Demon Sect, almost no one has been able to master it.
The twenty-three-year-old cicada represents another person, the most mysterious master of the Demon Sect in the world, because he practiced this strange skill.
Back then, the Demon Sect's sect was destroyed by Ke Haoran. This force that once caused a bloody storm in the world has withered, but no one dared to underestimate the Demon Sect's leader.
This demon sect master has not walked in the world for a long time. Some people say that he has been cultivating for 23 years and has become a demon. He has already turned into a pile of bones. However, some people say that this generation of demon sect master is hiding somewhere in the world, watching the world indifferently. Ups and downs may appear at any time and call for the rain again.
But no one expected it.
The leader of the Demon Sect is hiding in the academy.
And he became the master's third disciple.
And I have been tracing hairpin flowers and small regular script in the old library for I don’t know how many years.
"I also learned by chance that the sect leader doesn't need to care."
Yu Liancheng said calmly: "Back to the topic, the Twenty-Three-Year Cicada is one of the most incredible skills in the world. I will not borrow it in vain. I can exchange it for another Demon Sect skill. I will never let Mr. San suffer a loss. "
Lin Wu, the former leader of the Demon Sect, and now the third teacher of the academy, Yu Lian, suddenly showed a sly smile: "Mr. Yu, as the teacher's guest, a mere 'Twenty-Three Years Cicada' is nothing to care about. It's just this book The technique is too obscure and profound, and it will take at least twenty-three years to achieve it. I have a technique that can help Mr. Yu quickly understand the mystery of the twenty-three-year cicada."
"Oh? Could it be that you are personally in the barrier with Cicada Wings?" Yu Liancheng said with a raised brow.
"Sir, you are indeed very wise."
Yu Liang covered her mouth and smiled, her face dizzy, she was more beautiful than most women in the world.
And when these words fell, a sharp and shrill chirping of cicadas suddenly sounded from the quiet second floor of the old library.
There is spring in the academy all year round, and there is no real autumn. But it’s still early spring, so why are there cicadas chirping?
The moment the cicadas chirped, Yu Lian's aura also changed. Originally, she was a gentle and mature woman who had experienced everything in the world. But at this time, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes faded away, transforming into a girl with a delicate appearance and a beautiful figure. Become petite. More importantly, her realm is improving. She was originally only at the middle level of the Dongxuan realm, but she quickly climbed to the peak of the Dongxuan realm.
The sound of cicadas became more and more sad, and there seemed to be dozens or hundreds of cicadas chirping sadly. Yu Lian's appearance is getting younger and younger, which can even be described as immature. He has easily broken through the gate of Dongxuan Realm and entered the level of Fate Knowing Realm. After a moment, her aura had climbed to...the peak of the fate-knowing realm.
"In the arid land of the far north, there are cicadas. They have hid in the mud for twenty-three years. When the snow-capped mountains melt and floods come, they wake up. They bathe in the mud and water, dry their wings in the cold wind, and flutter through the void." Yu Lian. She has completely transformed into a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old. She looks extremely cute, with her black hair hanging down to her thighs.
She stood up, and her realm climbed incredibly again. She had already crossed the five realms and reached the level of the Demon Realm of the Demon Sect.
Yu Lian picked up the pen that still had ink and wrote a few small regular scripts with hairpin flowers in the air. The cicadas chirped louder and louder in the sky.
The moment this hairpin small regular script was written, the entire second floor seemed to have a transparent barrier, which was almost impossible to distinguish with the naked eye, but completely isolated the second floor from the outside world.
"Today, encountering Mr. Yu is like a flood from a snowy mountain, with its first call."
Wow! !
On the second floor, there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing.
All the bookshelves on the floor began to tremble, and all the books seemed to come alive.
Every page is a cicada.
The sound of cicadas is getting denser and shriller, as if there are tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of cicadas chirping together, making a deafening buzzing sound that makes people's heartbeats resonate with it, accelerate, and beat rapidly, as if they are about to It can only beat out from the chest.
Yu Lian looked serious.
She knew that the person in front of her was the most powerful being in the world. He might not be taller than the Master, but he was at least several floors above his level.
She really wanted to see how strong this most famous master of the Demon Sect in recent years was and whether he could defeat her, the master of the Demon Sect.
At the same time, Yu Lian was also very excited. Since becoming the master's third apprentice, she has never really done anything.
Now in the 23rd year of Cicada's success, her first opponent was a master like Yu Liancheng, which ignited her long-lost fighting spirit.
Yu Liancheng stood on the second floor with his hands behind his back.
He is in the cicada's world.
"Okay, if you show me the twenty-three-year-old cicada, then I will also show you this 'I am the only one who dominates the world'!"
Facing thousands of cicadas, Yulian City stands plainly. An aura that transcends all matter in the world fills the air, like an abyss or an ocean.
The technique he originally exchanged was the "Sunflower Book" that was also found in "The Eight Parts of the Heavenly Dragon: The Child of Tianshan".
That is my sunflower treasure book in the world of high martial arts. As long as you reach the "Great Success", you can be transformed into a god or a human being. If you practice Yu Lian, who is originally a man and transforms into a woman, you will be able to exert more power.
However, since the other party used "Twenty-Three Years Cicada" to test, he would naturally use the skills to be exchanged. But he had never practiced the "Sunflower Manual", so he chose the "Sovereign Self in Heaven and Earth" skill that he was only slightly familiar with. This technique can also transform a young woman into a little girl.
On the second floor, the cicadas chirped even more sadly.
After burning the incense, a black figure floated down from the second floor.
After a while, an elderly teacher went up to the second floor to look for a book, but was shocked by what he saw.
Rows of bookshelves fell down, and books were scattered on the ground in a mess. Most of these books are related to spiritual practice. A random book is priceless. I don’t know how many practitioners outside the world can break their heads. But now many of them are damaged. The teacher feels distressed when he sees it. He almost curses. At the same time, he feels sad in his heart. Shocked and worried.
Although the Academy is not like the Imperial Palace, it has a sentry every three steps and a post every five steps, but the tightness of the guards and the number of masters are definitely not comparable to that of the Imperial Palace. Who could break into an old library and create such a mess?
Jiao Xi suddenly seemed to remember something.
He hurriedly took a few steps and looked towards the window beside the building. He saw that the girl's face was broken. The female instructor who usually painted hairpin flowers and small regular script was gone. Instead, there was a little girl wearing instructor's clothes. Her face was pale, and a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. , slumped on the ground, a pair of big eyes staring blankly.
"Little girl, little girl, who are you? Where is the teacher here?" The old teacher hurriedly walked towards the little girl.
The little girl finally came back to her senses, wiped a wisp of blood from the corner of her mouth, and murmured to herself: "What a person who only has his own skills in heaven and earth. I'm afraid this person's cultivation will never be inferior to that of the master. I don't know what the teacher will do." How to deal with it?"
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On the other side, Yu Liancheng passed through a side alley next to the old library and arrived in front of the mountain behind the academy.
He stopped and used mystical reasoning for a moment, then strode into the thick mountain mist that made him unable to see his fingers.
After walking no more than ten steps, I brushed away the last few wisps of mist in front of me and saw an extremely flat cliff.
There is a mirror-like small lake on the cliff, with blooming wild flowers, lush grass and towering ancient trees.
There are thousands of kinds of flowers, including peach blossoms, but they are inconspicuous among them. Under the towering trees, there are more than a dozen simple houses, and smoke is rising from the kitchens.
Between the cliffs behind the house, a silver line was pouring down, and there was a faint rumbling sound. It turned out to be a waterfall in the distance, with flying beads and jade splashing.
This is the real second floor of the academy, one of the four unknowable places.
In fact, even though it was so easy to come up to Yulian City, if it were an ordinary master, even a strong one in the Fate Knowing Realm would have fallen into the mountain mist.
"The scenery is quite nice, but that guy, Master, is really rude. He didn't go out to greet guests when they came." Yu Liancheng shook his head, and then a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "They all say that the twelve gentlemen taught by Master They all have great talents, and today is a good time to take a look." After saying this, he turned into a stream of light and headed towards the academy.
As a result, there was a flurry of excitement in the quiet academy.
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Among the tall ancient trees, there is the melodious sound of piano and flute in the forest.
The people playing the flute and the piano were two handsome men. They were wearing modified white spring clothes. The sleeves of the robes were quite wide at the hem. When the spring breeze blew, they looked like hermits with an air of immortality.
The flute player is Mr. Ninth, Bei Gong Weiyang, and the pianist is Mr. Ten, Ximen Buhuo. The two men live on an island in the far south and are the world's top music masters.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and Ximen Buhuo felt that the sound of the piano on his lap disappeared. A strange young man in black appeared in front of them and smiled at the two of them: "You two played well, but you can't let go." , come and listen to me."
After saying that, the hands of the young man in black began to dance wildly on the piano, his fingers were flying, and the sound of the piano sounded like an overwhelming mountain, like a stormy sea crashing on the shore, and there was an indescribable and unrestrained meaning in it, like a charlatan. Guests, traveling all over the world, made Bei Gong Weiyang and Ximen Buhuo listen in ecstasy.
"This song makes the sea laugh, and I give it to these two little friends."
The piano has stopped, and the lingering sound lingers.
The young man in black has disappeared.
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There is a house under the ancient trees in Yaping. There is a waterwheel outside the house and a stove inside. White steam is filling the inside and outside of the house. The water droplets fall on the red iron and make a sizzling sound. The hammer hits the red iron and makes a banging sound. The knocking sound. There was a naked strong man in the house, forging iron with a roughness mixed with the delicacy of a lover.
This is the Sixth Master of the Academy, who entered Taoism through blacksmithing, and is the best in the world in casting skills. His own strength is in the Dongxuan Realm, but in a real fight, he will never lose to the ordinary masters in the Fate Knowing Realm.
Suddenly, Mr. Six felt a light touch in his hand, and the heavy hammer had been taken away by someone, and it was a handsome young man who took it away.
The young man in black smiled slightly: "Sorry, my hands are itchy, let me give them a few blows."
After saying that, the hammer turned into a wildly dancing black lightning and kept hitting the fine iron. Each time the hammer was swung, the power would be greater than the previous one, and the impurities were constantly being knocked out. Eighty-one hammers later, it had turned into a real piece of fine iron, flawless without a single flaw.
"This..." Mr. Six was completely immersed in the hammering technique. After carefully looking at the fine iron, he said in a tone full of reverence: "There is such a hammering technique in the world. I have never heard of it. I have never seen it. I dare to ask this. Does hammering have a name?”
The young man in black thought for a while, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Chaos cloak hammering technique."
When these words fell, the young man in black disappeared like a gust of wind. Fortunately, Mr. Six had concentrated on the fine iron, otherwise he would have been shocked.
And then the turmoil in the mountains had just begun.
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(End of chapter)
