Chapter 44

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Flying more than two hundred feet from the Qing Imperial Hall, surrounded by cliffs and white clouds at the foot of the mountain, there are looming winding rivers and waterfalls. The higher the rise, the wider the field of view and the colder the air. The peaks of Liyang were thrown at their feet, one by one, and turned into many small mounds.

Zhu Hien points to a pearl-like lake surrounded by mountains: “That is the heavenly stone on Luoxian Lake.”

Tian Nu Shi is a dozen feet tall, located in the center of Luoxian Lake. Looking from elsewhere, it is an ordinary stone, nothing strange.

However, looking down from the top of Yurong Peak, the angle is slightly different, faintly seeing Tian Nu Shi’s smooth women’s incense shoulders, long hair flying, and her side face slightly drooping, like a beautiful woman who is playing with water in the water With Hui Shifeng’s Qingxuzi practicing sword stone, it is one of the eight scenic spots of Liyang.

The two gently fell on the blue stone slab on the top of Yurong Peak. Jun Yanzhi looked down for a while, and nodded with a smile: “Standing on the top of Yurong Peak, it really looks different.”

Zhu Hien said: “The scenery here has been looking for a long time, and the other places are a little inconspicuous.”

Jun Yanzhi smiles: “People have their own aspirations, some people like to climb high and look far away, some people like warmth and comfort, different temperaments, and cannot be generalized.”

Zhu Hien has never been in dispute with anyone, and said cautiously, “My brother and his teacher also make sense, come with me.”

Even in early summer, the peaks are snow-capped and whizzing cold. Jun Yanzhi walked along the flat bluestone slab road for a long time, and looked at the strange peaks and stones that were faintly visible under the cliff, silent.

Finally, I saw a pavilion from a distance. It seemed to be covered by white marble. It contrasted with the white snow on the ground. It occupies a small area and is divided into two floors. The momentum here is much worse than that of the Qingxu Hall. It just looks elegant and even a bit small.

Zhu Ge said, “That’s Fei Xian Lou, please go to Master.”

Jun Yan said thank you, and came without hesitation. The pavilion is a long time ago, and there are traces of vicissitudes. However, the surrounding aura is rich, and there is a soft light, and I guess it is guarded by an extremely powerful formation.

Jun Yanzhi did not dare to act lightly, and stopped in front of the building: “Disciple Jun Yanzhi seeks to see.”

Xi Fang’s steady voice came from the pavilion: “Come in.”

Jun Yanzhi reached out his finger and touched the stone wall gently. Then he cautiously pushed in the door and stunned slightly.

He didn’t expect that the world famous Fei Xian Lou turned out to be such a small space.

There are long boxes made of black black iron on the left and right, row by row floating in the air without touching each other, and shaking gently. An aisle was left in the middle, and only two people could pass side by side against each other. At the end of the aisle, Xi Fang looked at him in a dark green robe, and his face was like a white board, with no expression.

Jun Yan salutes respectfully: “Sovereign.”

“Here is the hidden sword of Fei Xianlou. Pick the sword you want.”

Jun Yan had an idea early and said calmly: “The disciples have a merciless request. I want a sword that was used by the withering fairy of wood 3,000 years ago. I do n’t know if the lord can give it.”

When he said this, he lowered his head, but felt that the room was very quiet, and there was no sound for a long time.

After a while, a clear metal collision sounded in the attic. Jun Yan raised his head, and saw a long black iron box fall into Xi Fang’s hand.

A “snap” sound, the iron box opened, and a violent murderous spirit rushed into the face, piercing the skin like countless fine needles. Although it would not cause pain to roll, it was also unbearable.

Jun Yanzhi stood silently, and said arduously, “This is the sword. Thank you, Lord.”

Xi Fang took the sword out of the black iron box, held it in his hand and whispered, “You can’t stand the sword at a glance. How can you control it?”

“My disciples will practice hard.”

“Do you want to practice Dead Wood Swordsmanship?”

“Nice.”

Xi Fang’s eyes were high, and he said nothing. Suddenly, the dark green figure swept in front of Jun Yanzhi without any warning, and he did not react as hard as he could hold Jun Yanzhi’s throat like a iron clamp.

The change came too suddenly. Jun Yanzhi’s face went purple, looking at the man in front of him, seeming very puzzled and angry.

Xi Fang’s eyes are so complicated that he seems to want to kill him, but hesitates. It was only between his thoughts of killing and not killing. Xi Fang’s hand tightened again, and his five fingers only pressed his throat.

“Zong, Zongzhu!” Jun Yanzhi stumbled and said incoherently, shouting hard, “Please, make it clear! I can’t run anymore!”

This sentence seems to be of some use. Xi Fang hesitated for a long time, and finally let go of Jun Yan. There were doubts, caution in his eyes, and there seemed to be a bit of regret: “Why did you rescue Zhao Feng again?”

Jun Yanzhi touched his throat and coughed for a while before returning to his original appearance, but his face was still ruddy. He calmly said, “The first time is too short to save. The second treatment takes a long time, and luck was saved.”

“Is this the only reason?”

“Yes.” Jun Yanzhi’s voice was dry and seemed to be very dissatisfied. “The disciples did not dare to say that they had gratitude to Jianzong, at least they did nothing wrong. Why did the suzetra treat me so many times? Why? “

Xi Fang slowly put away a sword, and without asking, “Yanzhi, do you remember what happened as a kid?”

Jun Yanzhi bowed his head without saying a word, but a sore sensation slowly spread throughout his body, as if slowly being pinched by a person, without hurting the skin, but rubbing the bones piece by piece.

“I don’t remember …” Jun Yanzhi whispered softly.

Why did Xi Fang suddenly ask him about this? What does he know?

Xi Fang looked at him slowly and said, “It’s all a thing of the past. It doesn’t matter if you remember it. By the way, I watched you grow up from a young age, knowing that you have a good heart. Now magic cultivation is the way. Now that you have inherited the “Hundred Herbs and Thousand Souls”, you also need a sword and “Withered Sword”, which is the backbone of my Qing Sword Sect. I don’t care what you have in the past, but if one day hurts Jianzong, I won’t spare you. Is it clear? “

Jun Yanzhi bowed his head: “The suzerain knew what his disciples were when he was a kid?”

Xi Fang looked at him, and gently threw the box of Yiming Sword in his arms: “I only know that you are an orphan, and the others are unclear. But the past has passed, so don’t worry about it.”

He walked out of Fei Xianlou slowly, and his look has returned to normal: “There are dozens of top-level exercises on the second floor. Take three to practice well.”

·

It’s been six months since summer and winter.

Nothing serious happened within half a year, but Hui Shifeng’s relationship with Tian Hengfeng and Hong Xiufeng eased. Wen Jing retreat and practice, there is no news at all, but Zhao Ningtian of Hong Xiufeng finally woke up. This chubby man loves face so much that he had a relationship with Jun Yan before, so after learning that he was rescued by Jun Yan, he was holding a shelf and refused to express his gratitude. Jun Yan did not care about it at all. He visited Zhao Ningtian because of the reasons for seeing a doctor, and made Zhao Ningtian make a big red face, and finally said “the life-saving grace, unforgettable.”

Since the “Sword of Dead Wood” was obtained, Jun Yanzhi spent most of his time practicing swords. This sword technique was really powerful. Jun Yanzhi only touched the fur and was amazed by the power of the sword technique, but it was really inconsistent with his nature. During the practice, he was extremely distressed and almost destroyed himself. Fortunately, “Fengchun Zhenjue” has a moderating effect, Jun Yanzhi dare not neglect in cultivation, and finally entered the first floor.

Winter has always been the hardest, and this year alone has been spent alone. Jun Yanzhi had a lot of things to consider. He went down the mountain many times, but time passed quickly.

He Ling went out on the ninth day of April. Liu Qianmo asked him when Wen Jing was out of customs, and He Ling said, “I don’t know.”

Jun Yanzhi bit her lip silently.

Another month has passed, and the group summit test that was interrupted last year will continue this year, but Wen Jing has not yet passed the customs. It seems to be giving up.

Jun Yan did not care. Wen Jing is too simple, he shouldn’t know too much, just give him a warm blanket. It’s also good to retreat for a few years. By then, I’ve done everything myself, and I can focus on him.

On the first day of June, the first round of the group summit test officially started. Jun Yan’s first game was free. He was about to go to see He Ling, but somehow saw a familiar and unfamiliar figure on the ring of the disciple. .

It turned out. I have n’t seen it for a year, and it seems to have grown taller …

Wen Jing has a sense of youth, tall and well-proportioned, looks very refreshing, maybe just after bathing. Jun Yanzhi looked faintly, only feeling that the whole body’s blood was rushing down, hurriedly suppressed.

Wen Jing carried the “waste iron” of sword practice for one year, and looked at the opponent on the ring. The so-called enemies have a narrow road, and the other party ranked third among Tian Hengfeng’s disciples. He beat himself down in one move last year without any ambiguity.

The disciple clearly felt that Wen Jing practiced the thirteenth-level peak, and his pupils contracted, like a provocative eagle, restless.

He Ling did not know when he came to Jun Yanzhi and watched quietly.

Jun Yanzhi said: “Last year, there were only eleven levels of qi training, and two levels rose within one year.”

“Well, he concentrates.”

Jun Yanzhi’s heart sank slightly. Let He Ling say the word “attentive”, I’m afraid it’s not easy.

He has a bitter heart, trying to adjust his mentality. Wen Jing can concentrate on practicing swords, he doesn’t have to put all his mind on himself …

There is almost no sword training among disciple disciples. Wen Jing mentioned this “waste iron”, which is big and ugly, and looks funny, attracting many people’s attention.

It ’s not bad for a disciple to use his sword to swing out. Is there any talent for this boy?

Sound of gold, and the competition begins.

Tian Hengfeng’s disciples grasped the four auras and threw them away from Wen Jing like sharp blades, one by one, dizzying. This disciple bears the spiritual roots of the water system and is mainly light and has the fastest and most flexible movements. The power of the Spirit Blade is not mentioned for the time being, but the speed is the best of Tian Hengfeng’s disciples.

Wen Jing didn’t hesitate. He raised his anger and waved the “waste iron” in the air.

Sword Qi is coming!

Everyone screamed when they fry.

“What did I see? Am I dreaming?”

“It’s just a sword, why is there such a sword? It’s not even a move?”

Several violent collisions, the sword gas easily breaks the flying spirit blades. The disciple stayed blank, standing still, wondering what to do.

Wen Jing is going to wave another sword, but the disciple suddenly flew off the ring: “I won’t fight!”

The deacon disciple said: “Hui Shifeng Wen Jingsheng!”

People off the court started to coax.

“Boy, show me another trick! Stop wielding a sword, and get a real sword trick!”

“Even the most basic sword trick! Hurry up!”

“The disciples of Zhuji don’t necessarily have such a sword spirit! Hurry up and let us open our eyes!”

Noisy under the stage makes Wen Jing a bit passive. He only practiced his sword for a year. He spent most of the year practicing sword swing. The sword did not reach the stage. After swinging the sword 50,000 times, Duan Xuan taught him a basic sword style, but he always felt that the sword had not been trained well, and the power could be greater, and he secretly wielded 70,000 or 80,000 swords. The sword was slightly small, and he began practicing sword style.

Wen Jing didn’t respond. Instead, he jumped off the ring in the discussion and looked far away, but saw Jun Yanzhi standing with He Ling, smiling at him. His mind seemed to be stunned by a sharp sword.

One year ago, what Jun Yanzhi did was replayed in his mind like a movie, vividly, hissing and shouting for his bad deeds, unbearable. Now I want to come. Last year, there was really nothing to do, like a tortoise. After running, I ran away.

Wen Jing bowed his head to Jun Yanzhi and whispered, “Two brothers, four brothers.”

A closer look, Wen Jing is a bit more handsome than last year. Her black hair drips, not like sweat, but like the traces of a wet bath, falling to her face and slipping to her lips. Jun Yanzhi had a thin layer of sweat all over his body, almost losing control, but said gracefully: “The sword is already in full swing.”

Wen Jing listened to the familiar and gentle voice, his heart was sour, but he finally relaxed. Brother Jun is a modest gentleman. It seems that he wants to pretend that last year’s events never happened, and let himself go.