I was happy to see the little fat man's fart and urine running away, and he walked slowly up the mountain for a long time, and the sentinels came out, and it should not be far from the mountain gate.

The sun was a little heavy at noon, and the breeze couldn't convey much coolness, so I happily wiped the sweat on the back of my neck, and secretly glad that I cut my hair short.

Not long after walking, the lush green vegetation was replaced by a large area of white buildings, a huge door number stands in the middle of the steps, the whole door number is carved by a whole boulder, the lines are rough and unrestrained, the two stone pillars on the left and right are engraved with the word heavy sword, the two big characters should be engraved with the unparalleled sword qi, the penmanship is uninhibited, informal, especially the sword word on the right, between the strokes and paintings hidden profound kendo mysteries, happy to get closer and closer, the more you look at the more you feel profound, simply stop to watch, capture the inspiration of a flash of inspiration.

"Little ...... Little brother, the head is invited. ”

The little fat man ran back panting, and saw that he was standing outside a door and staring at the big characters, staring at him for a long time, and he didn't see him coming, so he stepped forward and said tremblingly, just glad that the bright sword was too sharp, and the little fat man's soul was scared away, and he couldn't slow down for a while.

Happy inadvertently entered a meditative state, which is incomparably precious to practitioners but can not be found, in the eyes of happiness, this huge word is no longer a word, but at that moment the word person swings the sword action, strength, angle and mood, happy mind over and over again simulating the process of lettering, the strokes of the font become a sword of stabbing, picking, splitting, Chop, from which he happily realized two swordsmanship, which was different from his previous brute force competition, and the angle and timing of the sword completely broke his previous shallow understanding of swordsmanship.

The sword is not just a horizontal and vertical effort.

Xing Xing only felt a powerful qi rising in his body, gradually approaching the four-ring warp wheel, and then being digested and absorbed little by little by the warp wheel that kept rotating over and over again. The body did not react to the absorption of this qi, but the spirit sword that had been warming in the left arm was lacking, and the usual quiet state was swept away, the entire sword body trembled involuntarily, and the buzzing sound resounded in the happy body, and the golden scripture energy was covered with a faint layer of white gas, and the trembling amplitude of the sword body had been increasing, if it hadn't been suppressed by happiness, the spirit sword would have soared into the sky a long time ago.

Follow the little fat man's buttocks and go up, the continuous courtyard wall will isolate the inside and outside of the wall into two worlds, the white wall, the white building, countless pavilions and pavilions and the fresh green wind and bamboo complement each other, showing the cold taste of the owner of the mansion and the strong bookish atmosphere, if it is not for the big heavy sword at the door, I will think that I have entered the ancient school.

The crimson gate opened wide at this time, and he happily raised his legs and crossed the high threshold, and walked towards the inner courtyard.

The bluestone road under the feet leads to the main hall in front of you, and outside the hall is a large square courtyard, where countless disciples in white robes stand on both sides of the path, their heads slightly down, their hands behind their backs, standing in a regular manner.

Happy walked straight to the main hall at the signal of the little fat man, during which countless men and women next to him raised their eyes and looked at him secretly, happy eyes did not squint, walked forward seriously, near the door, the little fat man turned sideways, stretched out his left arm to signal that he was happy to go in independently, thinking that he had received some kind of order, and was only responsible for leading the way.

Happy to raise his legs again and cross the high threshold, he wondered why he made the threshold so high?

The decoration in the hall is antique, six rosewood chairs are displayed on the left and right sides of the top, the small coffee table in the middle is placed with all kinds of melons and fruits and tea, and on the first wider wooden chair sits an old man with gray hair, the sword eyebrows are straight and the nose bridge is towering, the crow's feet at the corners of the eyes are deeply embedded in the face, a white robe looks full of fairy spirit, hands are placed on the knees at will, at the moment is looking at the joy with a smile, there are four men and two women sitting on the chair at the bottom, four middle-aged men have unkind faces, I don't know what annoys them, but two female elders, nodding to the happy with a smile。

There are two or three young disciples standing behind the six chairs, the short and fat Xie Yi is behind a rough-looking man at the moment, wearing a white robe on him has an indescribable sense of funny, at this moment he is secretly squeezing his eyebrows and making eyes to show happiness, in strong contrast with Xie Yi's excited expression, the middle-aged man in front of him is wearing a disheveled head, the white robe on his body seems to have not been washed for a long time and looks dirty, his feet are very indecent on the chair, and he is looking at the roof angrily at the moment, as if everyone present owes him money。

As if feeling happy looking at him, the sloppy man withdrew his gaze from staring at the beams of the room, his slender and narrow eyes narrowed into a line, looking up and down with pleasure, the beard on his mouth was horizontal and vertical like a weed, and he trembled slightly with the man's breathing, and there was a big mouth under the lush beard, and the lips were very thin.

The lips are thin and shallow, and the man's eyes are extremely mean and critical, which greatly interprets this old saying.

happily hugged his fist at the old man and bowed his head slightly.

"The junior Jinchengwei is happy, I meet the head of the Heavy Sword Sect and all the seniors,"

Happy to nod to the first few men and women, took out an oil-paper envelope from his bag, and offered it with both hands,

"This is a letter written to you by Ding Yiming, chairman of Jinchengwei, please take a look. ”

Behind the old man, a tall man took the letter and delivered it to the old man.

The old man read the letter, put it aside, the smile on his face became thicker and thicker, and said,

"It turned out to be Lao Ding's high apprentice, I think he is really related to my Heavy Sword Sect, and he is here to see Xie Yi?"

"Hmph, Lao Dingtou's apprentice, how tall can he be, how high can he be higher than Luoyue Peak?" Xie Yi's eyes widened in front of him, and a momentum that shook the sky and the earth soared into the sky.

This old man's resentment is so heavy, and the resentment of the ten resentful spirits is not as heavy as his.

"This trip is mainly to come to the Chongjian Gate to pay a visit to the sect by the master, and come to see my brother by the way," Happy turned his head slightly and winked at Xie Yi, Xie Yi squeezed his eyebrows in response.

"Okay, okay! Come, show your nephew. The old man waved his hand, and some disciples went out to help Xing Xing move chairs.

"In front of your seniors, if you have the qualifications to sit down, I'll just stand by the side. ”

He bowed happily and thanked him, then walked straight to Xie Yi's side, squeezed his eyes at him, and stood beside him.

"Senior brother, twenty days later, there will be the annual sword trial ceremony, and there are three generations of disciples with a total of three hundred and ninety-six people, except for the fifteen people who are practicing outside and ...... Except for Xie Yi, the other 380 people can all compete on stage. ”

The middle-aged man on the second right of the lower head spoke, and the old man nodded slightly.

"The disciples of the whole peak of Falling Moon Peak do not participate in this sword test. ”

The man sitting in front of Xie Yi said softly, and for a while the needle drop could be heard in the room.

"Oh, Senior Brother Chu, the Sword Trial Ceremony is an important annual ceremony in this sect, why doesn't Luoyue Peak participate?"

The old man looked suspicious.

"Because it's not fair. The middle-aged man said with a perfunctory fist hugging at the master.

"How is it unfair?"

"Xie Yi, a disciple of this peak, has a broken weapon, and wants to enter the sword tomb to re-select the weapon in his hand, but he has been repeatedly blocked, Xie Yi is also one of the core disciples of the third generation, why can't he re-select the weapon?

glad to glance at Xie Yi, Xie Yi drooped his head and looked at his toes.

"The Sword Tomb is an important place in this sect, and the disciples of this sect only have to enter once in their lives, why can Xie Yi enter twice? Don't say that he is just a third-generation ordinary disciple, even if he is the illegitimate son of your Chu madman, the rules are the rules, and they can't be broken!"

The middle-aged man who had just opened his mouth to report stared at the man in front of Happy and Xie Yi in a daze, and said with a straight face.

"Don't talk to me about this, the sword tomb is originally a place to provide disciples with weapons to take advantage of, so why don't you keep so many swords?

"This is the rule! Can the rules be broken casually! Do you still take yourself as a member of the heavy sword sect? Do you still take the rules and the head of the door seriously?"

"The rules of the door are dead, people are alive, I don't take the head seriously, you Zheng Dikui said it doesn't count,"

After the madman Chu finished speaking, he didn't look at the man diagonally opposite, stood up and tidied up his crumpled robe, and said to the old man,

"Senior brother in charge, Xie Yi is my closed disciple, he is the most perceptive and potential of all the senior brothers in Luoyue Peak, he must not delay his cultivation because of weapons, and I hope that Senior Brother can make an exception and allow him to enter the Sword Tomb again. ”

"Hmph, comprehension, potential, do you have these two things?"

A disciple standing behind Zheng Dikui whispered, and there was indescribable contempt in his tone.

The madman Chu turned around and stared at the disciple with an angry face.

"When the elders of the division speak, what kind of thing are you, and you dare to interject?"

"Presumptuous, don't you apologize to Uncle Chu soon?Are there any rules?" Zheng Dikui slapped the armrest of the chair with his right hand, and the disciples behind him hurriedly bowed to the Chu madman.

"But he's right, right? Xie Yi's understanding,"

Zheng Dikui chuckled and shook his head, looked at the Chu madman with a playful expression and said, "It doesn't seem to be very good, right?"

"May I ask the master, can I say something?" Happy couldn't help it, this was obviously aimed at Xie Yi, which made him feel very uncomfortable, and he decided to fight back.

The old man frowned, "What do you have to say?" ”

"It's pointless to be sharp, in this way, the brother who just spoke, you try to compete with Xie Yi, if you win, Xie Yi will no longer mention the matter of finding a weapon, if you lose, I implore the head to allow Xie Yi to find a weapon again. ”

You want to bully my brother?