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Chapter V Initial Entry into the Supreme Mystery

If a person lost their parents at a young age, then he would have to go through a long period of hardships such as painstaking care, hard work, and a hungry body. That kind of bitter taste was rarely understood by anyone. As for Luo Ying, she was experiencing all of this now.

It had already been more than six years since the jade wall was destroyed. In six years, it was as fast as a sword shuttle. It could dilute memories of pain, and it could also ease the pain in one's body. However, it would never be able to erase the wound in one's heart. Now, no one was willing to talk about the past of Jade Wall City. It was as if they were afraid of touching the memories of the sorrows and bones, or the fears and terrors that would disrupt the current peaceful life.

Yes, an old friend is dead, and the living still have to live.

At this time, Luo Ying was a six year old child. Six years old was the most cozy, mischievous, and coquettish age in one's childhood. One should lie down and peel the lotus leaves, fly the kites, and play with the fence. Six years old, what a naive age!

However, the six-year-old Fallen Ying was at the Raccoon Workshop. Every day, he would face the twelve pots of Taixuan and the piles of dirty old clothes that were sent to him. He was only six years old, and there was no hope at all.

"Luo Ying, have you finished your work? Let's go catch some fish by the Zhuo Shui lake." A clear and melodious voice drifted over. Just as the words were said, a young girl with a young and tender face, a sweet smile, and big round eyes was already standing behind Luo Ying, holding a small fishing net tightly in her hands.

"Sister Ruan, I still have a pile of clothes to pick up. How about you go by yourself?" Luo Ying turned around, blinked her eyes and said seriously.

She was the same age as Luo Ying, and had the best relationship with Luo Ying. Three years ago, her parents had died, so she was taken in as a servant girl.

This raccoon clothing shop belonged to the Supreme Xuan Capital and was less than a dozen miles away from the Supreme Xuan city. This shop was specially made for the Supreme Xuan capital and the twelve pots of clothing. There were many courtyards within the square and pavilions were everywhere. Clothing making, racking, dyeing and ironing were arranged in an ingenious manner. They were arranged in an intricate manner. Looking from afar, the huge clothing shop was bustling with noise and excitement. There were more than four hundred maids and servants. Although it was just making and washing clothes, due to the fact that it was in Taixuan, it became the first choice for the common people's children in the Qing Qiu mountain to help with their work and earn money.

Yin Mo stood outside the door and looked at Luo Ying. As he looked at the child he brought back from Jade Wall City, his mind started to wander back to six years ago. Six years ago, the Jade Wall City was filled with strange diseases, but Luo Ying was the only one not affected by them. At that time, he was amazed by Luo Ying's strange physique and bizarre background, accepting the pleas of the fifth couple, accepting Luo Ying and bringing him back to the Taixuan capital.

As for Luo Ying's parents, the fifth couple, they were buried in the bizarre Jade Wall extermination case.

Yin Bao scroll felt the sadness of Fallen Ying's life, so it named it as the fifth spirit of Hidden Spirits, with the meaning of "To pity the heart, to save the suffering of the spirit". Since Fallen Ying was still young, he was temporarily placed in the Raccoon Clothing Workshop to sharpen his mental fortitude and to see if he had talent for cultivation.

In the past six years, the falling of the summer in the heat, the winter in the ice, the life of a thousand drills.

For the past six years, Yin Mo Chen had been paying close attention to Luo Ying. He believed that Luo Ying's background was very strange, and that he was born in a time when the White Rainbow Piercing Sun was not even able to erode the jade wall and the strange plague back then. In the future, he would definitely become an unparalleled talent.

While Yin Baoyun was deep in thought, he suddenly heard a few hurried sounds. Luo Ying fell to the ground and started twitching. Her body shrunk, her face turned deathly pale, and her eyes were filled with pain and horror. Yin Bao rolled one step forward and picked up Luo Ying. He felt her body turn cold, like ice. Yin Bao raised the index and middle finger of his left hand and quickly pressed it against Luo Ying's acupoints, sealing off the diffusion of cold air in his body. Following that, he used his internal energy to treat Luo Ying.

After who knows how many hours, Luo Ying gradually opened his eyes. He found himself lying on a soft bed, the last rays of the setting sun shining in. The room was warm and quiet. He lifted his blanket and got up.

Yin Baoyun sat at the side and slowly said, "Child, you're awake. Do you feel better?"

Luo Ying quickly bowed and said, "Master, it's much better now, thank you so much master."

For the past six years, this child had been suffering from the pain of the coldest energy in his body. Every time the cold energy broke out, his entire body would be in unbearable pain, but he always clenched his teeth and endured, not letting out a single tear. He never thought that he would have such a manly temperament at such a young age.

His eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "Next month's sixth day, will be the annual Baidu Convention, then I will send my disciples to bring you to the capital."

Luo Ying murmured, "Yes, master." At the age of six, perhaps he still hadn't figured out what it meant to enter the Profound Sky Continent, but this once in a millennium- old opportunity had fallen upon him just like that, and perhaps his fate would change. From today onwards, he would have to spend his entire life practicing swordsmanship, comprehending the transformation realm, and cultivating the Qi.

From then on, he would bid farewell to the Raccoon Workshop that had lived for six years, to the dirty old clothes that had tempered his will, and to the sister Ruan who had played and played with him.

On the sixth day of the ninth month, the sky was clear and the breeze was gentle.

Under the lead of the inner sect disciple, Ning An, Fallen Ying walked towards the Supreme Mystery. They stepped on the green stone steps. These stone steps extended forwards, disappearing into the sea of clouds. It was as if they were several hundred miles away. After walking for who knows how many hours, the two of them finally reached the end of the stone steps. From afar, they could see the heavy eaves covered with snow, the peaks of the mountains reaching into the clouds, and the halls connecting together.

The two of them arrived at a towering outer hall. The sign of the hall had the words "Green Firmament Hall" carved in gold on it. They looked at the majestic rooftops in the main hall and could faintly hear the chanting of buddhist chanting from within the cold wind.

Outside the hall, tens of thousands of disciples dressed in white stood there solemnly, in complete silence. The atmosphere was solemn, and their imposing auras made people's blood boil, making them feel deep respect.

Within the palace, purple smoke lingered around, it was a tall and wide, bright and clean place, brilliant and resplendent, over a thousand inner disciples stood on either side, Uncle Fang and Yin Bao were standing in the palace, their long sleeves were running through their bodies, their eyes were like torches, their majesty leaking out.

The rules of the Supreme Profound Sect were complicated, and their levels were strict. Even their attire and attire were strictly regulated: All outer disciples wore blue, inner disciples wore plain white, and the seven elders only wore cyan robes.

At the foot of the steps of the hall, a person stood by himself. He was elegantly dressed in a green robe, holding an azure dragon sword in his hand, and at his waist was a beautiful jade. This person was a disciple of the Taixuan elders, and was known to outsiders as the Sword Master — Eternal Desolation. Six years ago, when the jade wall was destroyed, he was still just an inner disciple, but now he had become a disciple respected by tens of thousands of people. In these six years, he changed many people and events.

Luo Ying was led to the front of the hall by Ning An. Other than Luo Ying, there were three other children of similar age standing at the front.

The hall was solemn and solemn, yet in Luo Ying's mind, a pair of kindness flashed …

At this moment, the Elder Uncle Fang said in a clear voice, "Today is the annual Tianxuan Capital Conference. Just now, there were a hundred commoner youths with the ambition to cultivate, so joining the ranks of the Tai Xuan Capital's outer disciples is a cause for celebration."

Uncle Fang paused for a moment, his gaze turned to the four children in front and said seriously, "Now, there will be four extremely talented children who will enter the inner sect."

In the great hall, although no one made a sound, the gazes of the crowd were all directed at the four children, and their gazes were filled with unspeakable envy. This chance to directly enter the inner sect disciples was the dream of many people. Many outer sect disciples would fight for their lives, and it seemed that these four children were truly extraordinary.

Uncle Fang slightly turned to Yin Bao Scroll, smiled and said: "Junior Brother, you have always been meticulous, kind, and kind. These four children will temporarily be taught by you. How about it?"

Uncle Fang seemed to have asked for Yin Bao Scroll's opinion, but in reality, he did not intend to negotiate with her. Yan Baoyun smiled, cupped his fist, and said, "Thank you for your trust, Junior Apprentice Brother. It is my responsibility."

The four children gradually became lively inside the Clear Pavilion, far away from the solemn and dignified Desolate Jade Firmament Hall.

"I'm Yu Duidao from the QIng Qiu Mountains. I hope that everyone will take good care of me in the future." This child was the tallest, with a round face and big eyes. His eyes moved about, and he cupped his fists as he spoke.

My name is Zhao Yuyi. It's a pity that I'm the only girl here." The little girl who had spoken had fair skin and a handsome face. She had a very cute appearance, and her face had a faint trace of loneliness and unhappiness.

Luo Ying thought to herself, "Luckily there are four people, so we don't have to be alone anymore. My name is Luo … no, my name is the fifth Hidden Spirit, I'm from the Taixuan Clothing Workshop." Once Luo Ying said this, she remembered that her master had named her the fifth hidden spirit. However, at the Raccoon Workshop, everyone called her Luo Ying. On the contrary, she was more and more unfamiliar with the fifth hidden spirit.

Zhao Yu chuckled, "You're so interesting, you can't even remember your own name?"

The other two laughed as well, a laugh that eased the tense atmosphere in the room. Luo Ying couldn't help but laugh as well. They were still children after all, and their childlike hearts were flourishing. Even the solemn and dignified Taixuan was unable to stop the clear laughter of a child like a silver bell.

At this moment, there was only one person who had yet to speak, "You still haven't told me your name." Zhao Yu smiled.

"I … I'm called Lang Gongyuan." The child lowered his eyes and said timidly. His skin was a little dark brown, his eyes were clear and deep, and he had a pair of dark blue earrings on his earlobes.

The sound of hurried and steady footsteps came from afar. Although the footsteps were fast, they were steady, steady, and full of strength. Only those with high inner strength would be able to take such a step.

Sure enough, Yin Yang treasure scroll led a group of disciples into the room.

With a smile on his face, he said: "The four of you are still young, and have a strong foundation in cultivation, you can't do it overnight. From today onwards, each of you will follow a senior brother and learn the basics of martial arts."

Yin Bao Scroll had always respected him as the Deputy Elder of Taixuan Capital. He had seven Accompanied by Inner Sect Disciples, namely Ning An stage disciples, Kong Zhili, Zhou Zhile, Dong Weicheng, Zheng Xueyu, Ding Sishu, and Li Chengming. After that, he sent Luo Ying to follow him. Zhao Yu followed Kong Zhili to follow him, and every word he said came from Zhou Zhile. Lang Gong followed Dong Weiying, and the eleven disciples addressed each other as Martial Brothers.

The next day, as a new budding inner disciple, he would be personally taught by Yin Bao. With a dignified face, he said in a clear voice, "Profound Practitioners are naturally the ancestors of great sects. It is deep and therefore is called micro. It's far from here, so it's called beautiful. Its height crowns the nine heavens, its width covers eight corners. Light shines like the sun and moon, and is swift like lightning. "

The path of cultivation, although it has talent as its foundation, must be guided by the profound principles of the quintessence. If one lacks the guidance of righteousness, one can enter the country in the early stages depending on the body's qualifications, but later on, it will lead to a disorder of the heart, a surplus of yin and yang in the body, and a backlash against the body, causing endless harm.

Yin Bao continued: "The only profound way is always the same. The unknown, although the god of death, lips kiss is the key to the rise and fall of the Kiki pavilion, under the cloud rain, algae room green and green. It was square, not rigid, round, and irregular. Descending into oblivion, Ling Chen was one of the upper echelons. A golden stone cannot be stronger than it is, and the True Essence cannot wait for it to soften. "

The new inner disciples were at a loss and Luo Ying was even more confused, but Zhao Yu was very serious and obsessed with what he was saying.

There were many levels of cultivation realms and profound meanings. It was not something that an ordinary person could comprehend. Even if these talented inner disciples wanted to comprehend everything, it would still take a long time.

After everyone had left, Yin Bao Scroll looked at Luo Ying with a sorrowful expression and said, "From now on, the Supreme Mystery only has the fifth hidden spirit, and there will be no Luo Ying. You must forget that this is your home, and we are all your family." He then turned around and instructed Ning An Xian, "The gelid qi within the spirit often flares up. You must use your zhenqi to treat it." His physique is still young, so the cold energy must not harm his physique. "

The sun had already set and the sky had turned slightly cold. Standing in the spacious courtyard, the soft and pale yellow sunlight shone onto fifth Hidden Spirit's body, as if he was being caressed by a gentle and affectionate hand. He felt a sense of relaxation he had never felt before. But at this moment, he was at a loss. What exactly did he lose? Perhaps it was because of the tough years he had spent in the racetrack, or perhaps it was because of his friendship with Ruan's younger sister, or perhaps it was because of his innocent and innocent childhood.

From then on, there was no more Fallen Ying. In the name of the fifth hidden spirit, he would be able to save the people of the world.

The fifth hidden spirit was in a trance when suddenly, a quick cold light flashed by. With a "hu" sound, a baleful aura swept past. A masked, red shadow had already scuttled to the roof when it was eighty feet away.

The fifth Hidden Spirit was in the midst of panic when it saw the latter chasing, the masked red shadow had already noticed, holding the strange shining silver weapon, like a pickaxe, like a steel peck, it attacked the Ning An Stage like a bolt of lightning, that strange and unpredictable technique, following the Ning An Stage's Shaoyin, Yu Mansion, God's Stash, Spirit Ruins, and other important acupuncture points, directly attacking them.