The clouds and rain are added to the waves, and the green trees are shady and eaves are drawn. The pen fun pavilion is refreshing after the rain, www.biquge.info is still in the middle of summer, but it is cool as autumn. The remnant sun spreads in the water, and the sky towers into the clouds, and the peaks loom in the clouds, looming like white rainbows. The glow outside the sky flies, listening to the cranes in the clouds, like a fairy dwelling.

It is less than a hundred miles away from the Pure Yang Sect.

The time is the twenty-first day of June, and it is still ten days before the first day of the seventh month to open the door to accept disciples. It is not uncommon to see horse-drawn carriages and sedan chairs on the road. They had the same purpose as Li Xianyuan, and they came to the Pure Yang Sect to collect disciples.

There was a village at the foot of the Pure Yang Sect Mountain, which had already been crowded with people who had come to apprentice.

Once a year, the Pure Yang Sect collects apprentices, and it is a big business event. Pure Yang Sword Immortal Lu Dongbin is extremely famous, and he is not even inferior to Sun Wukong. And there is no restriction on the Pure Yang Sect's acceptance of disciples, waiting to feed children to the elderly, even those who have no spiritual roots can get started. This is somewhat related to Lu Dongbin's chic and carefree temperament.

From afar, the village was overcrowded, and the carriages at the entrance of the village were crowded. Li Xianyuan turned around and found a nearby low mountain with beautiful feng shui to live temporarily.

The trees are lush and the view is wide. Here you can clearly see the misty Chunyang Mountain, the mountains are stacked, and the peaks rise to the ground. To the mountainside, the building complex is continuous upwards and densely packed. The monk flies like a rainbow, like a bee that goes out early and returns late. A fairy style.

A clear stream meanders and flows, and this stream flows out of the mountain, and its source must be on Chunyang Mountain.

As the sky got dark, Li Xianyuan took some dry grass and dry branches and ignited them with a fire fold.

This place is close to Chunyang Mountain, and there are no beasts that don't know how to live and die to come up and ask for trouble.

The wind is clear and the moon is white, and it is suitable for the night, a piece of Qiongshan. At the foot of the mountain, the village is lit up, and the peaks of the Pure Yang School are brightly lit, as if they echo each other. Under the starry crescent moon, the sword rainbow is like a meteor crossing, this scene is beautiful, and it feels more peachy.

Li Xianyuan has been in the mountains for nearly ten years, and now he is still proficient when he picks it up. Roll up your sleeves and look for wild fruits in the mountains and forests. It's like practicing, washing away the glitz and glamour.

Come to the brook and wash the fruit. The water is crystal clear, but there are no fish at all. As he was washing, he saw a pink thing floating down.

"......" saw the pink thing drift away, Li Xianyuan looked down at the fruit, and put it in the water to clean it again.

The Pure Yang Sect accepts apprentices for men and women, so it is human ...... to have a belly pocket washed down by water?

The crystal water droplets hung on the fruit, Li Xianyuan shook off the water droplets, sat cross-legged on the ground and washed the side, and took a bite of the fruit.

The fruit is a little astringent, after all, it is not ripe, the color is slightly green, but it can still be fruitful.

After eating the three fruits one by one, Li Xianyuan rested by the stream for a while, and then got up and went back to the carriage. I saw a rainbow light coming in the distance.

A figure on the flying sword, a long skirt fluttering. Swept over Li Xianyuan's head. flew out more than ten feet, and returned with a sharp turn. Hang two or three feet above the ground.

This is a woman, in her twenties, wearing a gold-threaded fairy dress, her eyebrows are not described, and her skin is as white as fat. Ice muscle and snow skin, autumn water is the god, and crystal jade is the bone. It's stunning. Mei's eyes stared lightly and looked at Li Xianyuan below.

"Immortals?"

Li Xianyuan looked at her in a daze.

The woman said again, her voice crisp in her ears: "Monsters?"

Li Xianyuan was still silent.

The woman smiled, and even the beautiful scenery was overshadowed: "Thank you." ”

Turning into a rainbow and flying away, looking in its direction, as if looking for something.

Li Xianyuan came back to his senses and thought slightly.

Is there really such a beautiful person in this world?

He was puzzled at first, the common protagonist in the novel saw the beauty, and he couldn't take his eyes off it, looking like a pig brother. Is it that the protagonist is unproductive or whatever.

It's just that now that I have encountered it personally, it turns out that everything in the novel is really possible. Rao is Li Xianyuan is stunned, and he is even more of a person.

After sitting by the stream for a while, Li Xianyuan got up and went back to the carriage.

The sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and in the blink of an eye, it is June 30.

That night, fireworks were set off on Chunyang Mountain, breaking the tranquility of the night.

Li Xianyuan relied on the carriage, looking up at the fireworks in the starry sky, thinking about something.

A night in a hurry. Early the next morning, Li Xianyuan led his horse down the mountain, and the wide official road was already crowded. Fortunately, Li Xianyuan abandoned the carriage and led the horse along the side of the road.

The apprentices are of all ages. It is generally the same age as Li Xianyuan. There were those on foot, those who carried sedan chairs, and those who sat in chariots. Or like Li Xianyuan, riding through on horseback.

Half an hour, Li Xianyuan came to the foot of the mountain.

This place has long been crowded with people, and the front of the mountain gate is crowded with people. It's like a bazaar.

Under the mountain gate, more than a dozen disciples of the Pure Yang Sect held talismans, and when they met someone, they pasted one on the back of their hands, and they could go up the mountain.

A crowd of people had climbed the white jade steps that stretched to the mountain, walking briskly upward.

Tea kung fu, it's Li Xianyuan's turn. A talisman is attached to the back of the hand, and the red light flashes on the back of the hand, turning into lines. Li Xianyuan stepped forward, looked at the seemingly endless white stone steps, and stepped on it.

Li Xianyuan's body is not as good as day by day. After walking dozens of steps, he was panting and sweating. He passed by and overtook him.

After spending a stick of incense, Li Xianyuan only climbed out halfway. Turning back to the bottom of the mountain, the crowd at the foot of the mountain was black and pressing, and it did not decrease in the slightest.

There is no one in a mortal who has a spiritual root. But there are more than 10,000 people under the mountain in front of you. As the most famous immortal gate in Dashang, there is naturally an endless stream of people who come to worship the teacher.

The first half of the stone steps Li Xianyuan spent a stick of incense. The second half of the stone steps took Li Xianyuan an hour.

About to set foot on the top of the mountain, Li Xianyuan's forehead was already soaked with cold sweat, and his cheeks were paler than the white jade plate on his waist.

The peaks of the Pure Yang Sect stretched, and what Li Xianyuan stepped on was only the shortest first peak, and the peaks in front of him were continuous, one mountain higher than the other.

Standing in front of the White Stone Square, there is no road ahead, and the twenty-four caves of the Black Hole Cave are lined up, extending to the second peak of the mountain.

There is a word at the entrance of each cave, which is A, B, C, Ding, Wu, Ji Geng, Xin Ren, Zi Chouyin, Mao Chen, Si Wu, and Wei Shen Youxuhai. Ten heavenly stems and twelve earthly branches.

I think this is the first trial of the Pure Yang Sect into the mountain. As an immortal, how can there be no trial.

Li Xianyuan looked down at the lines on the back of his hand, which was an ugly character. Then he dragged his steps into the cave where the ugliness was written.

The crowd in the square diverted and walked into their respective caves.

The cave is dry, wide at first, but narrows forward, and the pressure of the surrounding rock walls and the dim light make it timid.

To get out of the tea kung fu, you should go deep into the second peak mountain.

And I saw a queue in front of me. A middle-aged Taoist at the front sat behind the table and asked a young man, "Why do you want to cultivate immortals?" ”

The young man pondered for a moment and replied: "Do chivalrous righteousness and maintain the peace of the world." ”

The Taoist nodded: "Decent, keep going." ”

The young man looked ahead at the narrowing of the cave, his Adam's apple squirming, and he wandered around the table for a while, and continued to move forward, looking back from time to time.

The next person stepped forward, it was a teenager: "In Xia Xiao......"

"Why do you want to cultivate immortals? The Taoist interrupted.

The young man surnamed Xiao snorted coldly: "Since you are cultivating the truth, you have to go against the sky." If the heavens deceive me, I will rebel against the heavens. If the earth deceives me, I will crush it. I will not be able to cover my eyes again this day, and this earth will no longer be able to stop my heart. ”

"Well said. The Taoist priest nodded and waved his hand to the rock wall on the side: "Throw this son out." Next. ”