Han Yiming looked up according to what he said, but he didn't dare to look at the mountain wall behind the wooden ladder, and stared at the wooden ladder tightly, walking up step by step. After walking nearly 100 steps of wooden steps, I came to the top of the wooden ladder, the front of me was flat and open, and a series of more than a dozen tile houses were lined up in the shape of "door", and the wooden plaque hanging on the lintel of the room in the middle was written with the word "meditation". In the center of the house was a green meadow, silent, without a figure. Gu Qingquan said with a smile: "This is the Meditation Courtyard, and most of the senior brothers live here. Right now, all of you are still cultivating, and when you eat, you'll all come back. ”

Han Yiming was scared and walked covered in sweat, and at this time, Fang let out a breath and followed him into a room. There was a desk and two wooden chairs in the room, on which were placed the four treasures of the study and two books, but on the wall were swords and two weapons. Gu Qingquan said with a smile: "The cultivation of my sect is not the same as that of other sects, and each person's qualifications are different, so the way of cultivation is also different. The school is divided into literary, martial and martial cultivation, mental cultivation, physical cultivation, and technical cultivation. Each person chooses the way of practice that suits him. I am a martial artist, and I spend most of my time on martial arts. ”

When it came to cultivation, Han Yiming could only listen attentively, and naturally he didn't understand the meaning of categorization. But when he saw that the long sword on the wall had a faint rainbow light on it, he looked at it for a while. He didn't see anything subtle, so he turned his head and glanced out the window. In this room, the door is in the courtyard, the window is opposite the door, and the lush forest outside. Gu Qingquan said with a smile: "My qualifications are among the same sects, and they can be regarded as reckless, so I can only start with martial arts cultivation and cultivate for all these years, but that's it." As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed at the wall, and the blade of the long sword hanging on the wall trembled and made a "ding" sound, and after a while, the sword bounced off the wall and became two.

Gu Qingquan stretched out the two fingers of both hands in the middle of the food, the other three fingers were interlocked, his left hand was erected in front of him, and his right hand circled around his left hand twice. The two long swords followed his gesture and circled in circles in the room, one after the other. After a few circles, it changed from two swords to four, then to eight, and then to sixteen. Gu Qingquan stretched out his hands and pointed out the window. Sixteen swords flew out of the window and towards the trees behind the house. Gu Qingquan's two hands and four fingers touched each other, and there was a "snap" sound, and for every two swords, the tips of the swords were opposite each other, and when they touched each other, they became two, and then the tips of the two swords were opposite each other, and they touched each other, becoming less and less, and finally turned into one and flew back to the house.

Han Yiming was not surprised, although this hand was already very amazing, but he had seen the smallpox Daoist slash the demon sword out of the sheath in a moment, I don't know how many times faster than Gu Qingquan's hand, only the number of swords was also several times that of Gu Qingquan. Gu Qingquan was not ostentatious, but wanted him to see how powerful he would be after cultivating. Seeing that he didn't look different, he turned to smile and said, "You bring the sword up the mountain, can you show me?" Han Yiming untied the peachwood sword in his waist and handed it to him.

Gu Qingquan took the peachwood sword, flipped it over and over again, and looked at it carefully. Most of the cultivators have seen mahogany swords, which are no different in shape from ordinary swords, and some of them have characters engraved on their bodies. It's just that this purple peach wood sword is slightly different from the ordinary peach wood sword, the hilt is slender than the ordinary hilt, and the sword head should have a ring to hang to ward off evil spirits, but it was somehow damaged, and only a small half was attached to the hilt, which looked very broken. The blade of the sword is wide, twice the ratio of the average peachwood sword, but the blade is only two-thirds of the average peachwood sword. There are no characters on the sword, only the original lines of the peachwood, and the color is darker than the average peachwood sword. Gu Qingquan looked at it for a while, and handed the sword back to him: "It's also a peachwood sword, but the shape and color are different." Is this what you've always done?"

Han Yiming shook his head: "I've never used it. Gu Qingquan was very surprised: "Oh, then what have you heard others say?" Han Yiming said: "I only heard others say that it is a purple peach wood sword, maybe because it is purple peach wood, the color is darker." Gu Qingquan sighed, a look of envy appeared on his face, and said, "Purple peach wood, I heard that purple peach wood swords are very rare." Generally, peachwood swords are used to ward off evil spirits and kill demons. And the purple peach wood is born with the power to break demons and subdue demons. Can you let me take another look?" Han Yiming handed over the purple peach wood sword again and said, "Why not?"

Gu Qingquan reached out to take it, and suddenly heard someone laughing in the air: "Senior Brother Gu, what good treasure have you seen again?" It's all salivating, but that's it. Ha ha. Han Yiming heard that the voice was coming from outside the house, so he looked out of the door, there was no one outside the door, and suddenly a person fell from the sky, dressed in a plain robe, quite a bit of a fairy style. He put his feet on a sword, and when it hit the ground, it bounced off and bounced back into his hand.

Han Yiming couldn't help but look up, only to see that in the mid-air outside the window, people kept flying, all of them stepping on the sword like this person, and slowly falling down as the sword flew into the sky above the courtyard. It's just that some people come quickly and fall directly, while some people slowly come down in circles from the air, and some greet others in the air. Han Yiming looked back and saw that Gu Qingquan was looking at the purple peach wood sword with this person later, so he walked out of the window, looked up and looked up, high in the sky, there were faintly several small peaks floating. The peaks were surrounded by clouds and mist, so they looked like they were nothing. But there are also people who fly down from the peaks that float high in the sky.

Suddenly, I heard Gu Qingquan say: "Senior Brother Du, you are more knowledgeable than the junior brother, of course you won't make a fuss." The younger brother just saw that this wooden sword was a little strange, and it was very different from the ordinary peach wood sword, so he just wanted to take a closer look, but he didn't think much about this sword. The master said that everything has a fate, and if you can see the fate, isn't it also a fate?" the man laughed: "It's just a joke." He glanced at Han Yiming and said with a smile: "Is this a new junior brother?"

Han Yiming looked at Gu Qingquan, Gu Qingquan said with a smile: "This junior brother's surname is Han, his name is Yiming, although the master has not included him in the door, but he killed the Demon Star, it is only a matter of time before he joins our faction, I will call this junior brother first." He smiled at Han Yiming and said, "Don't you blame me, this is my fourth senior brother, Du Qingfeng." Our master is the greatest disciple of Shizu, and you have spoken to our master. ”

As soon as Du Qingfeng heard that Han Yiming had killed the Demon Star, he looked him up and down. As soon as Gu Qingquan's words came out, the disciples who had fallen to the ground in the courtyard all gathered here, and although they didn't enter the house, they all looked at Han Yiming. Du Qingfeng asked with curiosity on his face: "Senior Brother Han, what does the Demon Star look like? Is it three-headed and six-armed?" Han Yiming remembered that the young man in Tsing Yi was rare and gentle, handsome, and elegant, and couldn't help but sigh softly.