When the first rays of the morning sun shone on the martial arts arena, the field was already full of young disciples, everyone stood in an orderly position, looking at the entrance of the Immortal Road with an urgent look in their eyes, but none of them received the jade medal at first and set foot on the Immortal Road, and they had all experienced the power of the Immortal Road. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hey, Confucianism and Taoism, why did you come to watch this grand occasion with your elm head?" A black-haired girl with a toothpick in her mouth squinted at the young man beside her, with a hint of evil at the corner of her mouth and cunning in her eyes.

"I've seen Senior Sister Lu." Saluting to the girl is a young man in white with a dyed ink brush in his hand, with strips of cloth tied up in his hair, dressed up in a showy manner, and even his fingers still have ink residues on them because of the perennial holding of the pen.

These two people, dressed in the clothes of their own disciples, the evil girl is the disciple of the Yuanying elder Ju Wan, Ju Wan's alchemy technique has reached the refining master, and the black-haired girl is his only disciple, and he has the true inheritance.

The black-haired girl's name is Lu Shu, and her father Lu Xun is also the true monarch of the Yuanying Dynasty, and finally got a daughter, I wanted to train a generation of ladies well, but I didn't want this child to have a double spiritual root of fire and wood, but she loved refining weapons very much, and when her father was not in the door, she worshiped under the door of Ju Wan, and when Lu Xun returned from Yunyou, it was a foregone conclusion.

And she called the young man of Confucianism, originally a worldly talent, did not want to repeatedly fail the joint examination, and could not even get a person back, his literary brilliance is extraordinary, but he is too upright, he once saved a singing woman, and offended the son of the powerful, so that his career is hopeless, but he doesn't know, he just thinks that no one knows his literary talents, and he sends love and landscapes, and when his parents die unexpectedly, the money in the family is taken away by his relatives in the past, and finally he is desperate to buy words for a living, but he will get money to help the beggars who are adjacent to him all day long, The heart can be seen very much, and later the Yuanying Zhenjun technique took a fancy to it and accepted it as a disciple.

"The master's life is difficult, so the master asked me to come and go back so that I can inform him of this grand occasion." Li Rudao said with a glance.

The black-haired girl sneered: "But your master thinks you are too dull and boring, so he specially sent you out, I said that you scholars, you read the words of your predecessors every day, can't you write your own book and write a biography?" ”

Li Rudao lowered his head, feeling that what Lu Shu said seemed to have some truth, but he felt that it was inappropriate, so he had to say helplessly: "What the senior sister taught is that the junior brother is stupid." ”

"Then when are you going out to practice, can you take me with you?" Lu Shu approached him and asked in a low voice, his father watched closely, and she was not allowed to go out alone to practice, and everyone who was familiar with her was explained by her father that she was not allowed to take her out, if it wasn't for this nerd being unmoved, she wouldn't have to be like this.

Feeling the breath brought out by the girl when she spoke, as well as the body fragrance on the girl's body, Li Rudao's ears were red, and he hurriedly took a step away from the girl, separating the distance from the girl: "There is an old man at home, not far away, Shizun's health doesn't seem to be very good these days, Confucianism still needs to take care of his old man, and he has no intention of going out to practice." ”

Lu Shu gritted her teeth, this is treating her as a flood beast, since the true monarch of the art side has accepted Li Rudao, she is also a sour smell of a scholar, from time to time like a mortal in the secular world, she experiences the picture of father's kindness and filial piety, which aggravates Li Rudao's stupidity, maybe he wants to cultivate Li Rudao into a generation of Confucianism, but his mastery is a drawing talisman, he is always so unprofessional, is it really good?

"I don't know who will be accomplished in the end?" Li Rudao looked at the disciples below, if Yuanying Zhenjun accepted apprentices, there would not be such a big scene, not to mention that among the ten Yuanying Zhenjun in Zixiao, only three did not accept apprentices, two of them had already lived in seclusion for a long time, but the last one was Lu Shu's father, all his thoughts were on his daughter, let alone accepting apprentices, who else would be?

"Just look and see." Lu Shu's expression was still full of nonchalance, what did it have to do with her.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Ye Lang always felt that his every move was being watched, and that sight was very unfriendly, Ye Lang's eyes looked at the second pass and saw Ah Yue, Ah Yue seemed to look back, and then the shadow flashed, entered the second layer, and could not see the figure.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Lang adjusted his mentality and stepped up the steps of the second level, in the fog, there was a vague person sitting on the stone table in front of her with his back to her, Ye Lang took every step carefully, but his eyes kept staring at the person, and the sound of wind chimes came from around, ding ding dong, extremely crisp, which made people feel happy.

After approaching, Ye Lang found that the surroundings had changed greatly, the place where he came had become a bamboo forest, and the direction that the man was facing was a pool of withered lotus flowers, and beside him was a pear tree that did not know the age, tall and abnormal, the pear blossoms at this time were blooming luxuriantly, and the wind chimes heard before were hanging on the branches of the pear tree and swinging in the wind.

Blighting and blooming, in the same place, are in stark contrast.

A gust of wind blew, blowing away the green silk on the person's head, Ye Lang seemed to be able to feel the cold breath coming from the person's body, who is this person?

As if sensing a different aura in the air, the man's hand holding his head touched slightly, and he woke up from his deep sleep, and his back to Ye Lang's figure stiffened for a moment.

At the same time, several figures appeared on Taishang Peak, and they all looked in the direction of the Immortal Road.

"See Zhenjun!" Lou Qingsu was surprised in his heart, he just felt a fluctuation on the road of immortality, and then these people appeared here, and their faces were solemn.

"The aura over there fluctuates abnormally, it seems that there is a formation, and you can check the safety of the disciples." The person who spoke was dressed in green clothes, his fingers were constantly calculating, he turned his head to look at Lou Qingsu, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were worried, this person was the Yuanying Elder Wang Dao of the Zixiao Sect who was famous for his formations.

"The one hundred and eighty-two people who entered the second level are all the same, and no one has entered the third level yet."

Hearing Lou Qingsu finish speaking, Wang Dao's brows furrowed even tighter, and the solemn look on the faces of several Yuanying Zhenjun who came with him did not decrease but increased, obviously it was extremely obvious, but there was nothing unusual, how could it not be worrying, if there was an unknown danger mixed in it, the safety of these disciples was unpredictable.

"Wait and see!" A calm voice came from behind everyone, making several people feel sure.

"Uncle Shi!" Several Yuanying Zhenjun bowed to the visitor, it was Ye Que.

And Ye Lang, who didn't know where he was, was still waiting for the man to turn around, who knew that the man didn't plan to turn his head to look at Ye Lang, he just sighed, raised his right hand lightly, and flicked it back slightly, the wind from his sleeves blew Ye Lang couldn't open his eyes in an instant.

"The time has not yet come." A soft sigh seemed to be remembered in my ears.

The wind stopped, and the surroundings returned to normal, but there was no one anymore.

When Ye Lang opened his eyes again, he was no longer in the place where he was, and there was still the clouds and mist in front of him who couldn't see the road ahead, as if it was just a dream.

It seems that something is different, Ye Lang lowered her head and looked at the steps under her feet, she is still on the road of immortality, she has spoken, she still remembers, stepping on the road of immortality, worshipping under the name of the master openly, throwing the scene of Fang Cai out of her mind, no longer hesitating, and continuing to walk forward.

This time it seemed that she was finally back on track, Bai Ningxue appeared in front of her, smiling and commensurate with her sisters, and the knife hidden in her smile encouraged her to boldly pursue true love, gently breaking free Bai Ningxue took her hands, Ye Lang ignored her words, and walked forward again, the picture changed again, and it had become a scene of Cold Snow Peak.

The sun shone on the snowy mountain, with layers of golden light, Ye Que stood in front of the door, squatting on his shoulder with a snow-white squirrel, the mark on his forehead, in a snow-white, looked particularly dazzling, the two squinted their eyes, with a smile, looking at Ye Lang.

"Ah Lang, take you home for the teacher."

It's like she's in a dream, yes, she's in a dream.

Ye Lang evoked a warm smile: "Well, Ah Lang follows Shizun." ”

Putting his hand into the big hand, the little guy ran to the top of her head, chattering non-stop, wanting to share his happiness with Ye Lang, this moment is happy.

Accompanied Shizun through every peak on the cold snow peak, looked at the familiar scenery, felt the warmth that had been lost, and finally stayed at a cliff.

Ye Lang stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the bottomless feet, dark and swarthy, blowing a terrible wind from time to time, feeling that his body was going to be blown away by this strong wind: "Master, I want to become stronger." ”

"You don't need to be stronger, the teacher will always protect you." Ye Que's smile was still so gentle, as if he couldn't notice Ye Lang's abnormality.

Ye Lang turned around, his small body was in danger of falling off the cliff at any time: "If I have been living under the wings of Shizun, I will be no different from the previous me, and Shizun doesn't want to see me like this." ”

"What stupid things you say, no matter what it becomes, you are still you."

"I am always me" Ye Lang whispered, her footsteps moved slightly, her whole body fell with the trend, falling under the cliff, the wind was like a knife, cutting through her clothes, tearing out blood marks, and she couldn't feel the pain anymore.

If it weren't for the previous back, Ye Lang would almost be immersed in the beautiful dream she had weaved, and from beginning to end, there seemed to be a voice in her head saying that the time had not yet come.

It also made her know clearly where she was and what she was doing.

The fog finally lifted, revealing a long staircase, and the second level had passed.

(The first time I received a reward, I'm so happy, thank you for the support of [Singing Song], one more chapter in the afternoon, two more today!) In fact, I secretly read the comments every day, if you like it, please leave more messages! I would like you to point out the bugs and unreasonable places, because I haven't saved the manuscript!! There is only an outline. ）