Xiangli is homologous and is divided into two waters, Lishui in the south and Xiangchuan in the north.

Where Xiangchuan is, Feng Yi doesn't know, but he knows where Lishui is, because he is taking a boat at the moment, drifting on the Li River like a silver dragon and jade belt.

The width of the river is nearly 500 zhang, the shore is as high as a cliff, and the strange stones are full of appearances. I don't know where it came from, but it went southeast. On the turbulent river with the momentum of the silver dragon leaving the abyss, the building boat is swaying, but it is not bumpy.

The boatmen and sailors spread their sails and steered their sails, shouting and shouting. Sweat sprouted from their foreheads, slid down their backs, and fell on the deck soaked in tung oil, reflecting the autumn sun in the west.

The water slowed down suddenly, and a large city appeared on the east bank built by the river. The towers were as high as mountains, and a great sword with a silver light hung over the door. Looking at the city tower through the golden light of the sunset reflected by the river, I saw pedestrians coming and going in front of the door, or high-rollers carrying knives and swords, or ordinary traders carrying carts and burdens.

They should have been broad-shouldered and fat, but compared to the silver-light sword hanging high above the city gate, they looked unusually small, like ants, busy crawling forward.

"Brother Feng, there is Linjiang City ahead. ”

Wei Tian was wearing a set of silver rust suits, with his hair tied on his back, standing on the bow of the boat in the wind, and said in a deep voice.

Feng Yi stood beside him, dressed in black, looking at the majestic city tower, and praised: "It is indeed a big city." ”

Wei Tian nodded and said, "Thousands of miles away, only this city is the largest." ”

Cityda is not as powerful as the sects in the city.

Heavenly Sword Sect, the overlord of the Jin Clan's Western Realm, the famous Wupin force, there are beautiful women in it, and Feng Yi has been missing it for many days.

"Boom...... Bang!"

The sound of explosions came from the stern of the boat, mixed with the shouts of men and women, and the clanging of steel guns.

"In the past five days, Brother Qiu has lost ten battles and ten defeats, and in this eleventh battle, Brother Feng thinks Brother Qiu can defeat Senior Sister Yuan'er?"

Wei Tian withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at the stern.

At the stern of the boat, Qiu Ping was fighting with Wei Yuan'er, a girl in pink, each holding a silver gun, and the wind was thunderous. One moment jumped to the top of the boat, and the other flew into the Li River.

The river is rushing, the dark tide is surging, and I don't know how many powerful water monsters are hidden inside.

Wei Tian was afraid that the two of them would lose, so he hurriedly shouted: "Don't stay on the water for a long time, get on the boat quickly." ”

Feng Yi also looked away, but saw Qiu Ping's silver spear like a dragon, and the fluctuation of the yuan force on the head of the spear appeared and disappeared from time to time, as if he was eager to break through the shackles, release the yuan power to turn the river dragon, and travel between the world and the world.

In such a situation, it is obvious that Qiu Ping's cultivation is infinitely close to the Tongxuan Realm, and he is only half a step away from being able to cross the chasm, break through the shackles, and become a Tongxuan power.

Wei Yuan'er is not weak, she is delicate and delicate, and the silver spear trembles sharply, shaking the air on the surface of the river, and bursting out with a loud sound like a dragon's roar.

Compared to cultivation, Wei Yuan'er is only in the middle of the inner rest realm, which is far from Qiu Ping. But its combat power is not bad, and every time he competes, he can rely on the steel gun in his hand to crush Qiu Ping to death.

This is the gap between the scattered cultivators and the disciples of the sect, one is groping for the way forward without the guidance of the master, and has to be busy with the cultivation resources in the evening; the other has the guidance of the teacher, there is the comparison of brothers and sisters, the cultivation resources are provided by the sect, and there is a lot of time to cultivate and enlighten the Tao.

The power of the sect is very important to Xuan Xiu.

"Brother Qiu's talent is not bad, and his foundation is also very solid, but his martial arts skills are a little worse, and his comprehension of the way of the gun is slightly deviated, so he has lost his orthodoxy, so he has always been pressed by Sister Yuan'er. ”

Feng Yi stared at the battlefield, but saw that the two of them had jumped back to the building boat, and the steel guns exchanged fires, and the clanging continued.

Wei Tian nodded when he heard this, "If there is a teacher to guide him, with Brother Qiu's qualifications, he must be a famous person on the Xuan List in the early years." It's a pity that he is old now, and if he wants to abandon his bad habits and return to the right path of guns, alas, it will be more difficult. ”

This is not alarmist, but a real fact.

Qiu Ping is twenty years old, whether it is his mind or thinking, he has gradually stabilized, if you want him to abandon the deviation gun path that he has comprehended before, and recorrect the gun control technique, it is indeed not easy.

It's like a small sapling that slowly grows into a big tree without anyone taking care of it. The branches are uneven and overgrown, and it is naturally difficult to grow. If you want to become a fruit, you need to endure great suffering, cut off the mess, and remove the waste branches.

"Alas!"

A long sigh came from Qiu Ping's mouth.

With his head hung and dejected, he strode to the bow of the ship with a steel gun in his hand.

Wei Yuan'er's pink clothes were as old as before, holding a smug smiling face, bouncing and following behind.

Obviously, this competition ended in Qiu Ping's defeat.

The four of them stood side by side on the bow of the boat, and after chatting for a while, the boat had sailed into the dock outside Linjiang City.

While chatting side by side, the four of them had their own thoughts.

Wei Tian regretted that he failed to recruit Feng Yi and Qiu Ping into the Baisha Gang.

Wei Yuan'er regretted that he had never had the opportunity to fight with Feng Yi.

Qiu Ping was worried about his loss, and his heart was confused.

Feng Yi looked at the tall building, trying in vain to penetrate the obstacles with his eyes and find the figure of the beautiful woman in his heart.

When the boat stopped, Feng Yishi came back to his senses.

After taking a look at the mighty Li River, he took Qiu Ping with him, said goodbye to Wei Tian, Wei Yuan'er and the boatmen of the Baisha Gang, jumped off the boat, and went to Linjiang City.

"Wei Tian has the intention to recruit, you really should go back to the Baisha Gang with him. ”

As he walked, Feng Yi whispered.

Qiu Ping was still lost, shook his head, and did not speak.

The Baisha Gang is a fourth-grade force, and the Heavenly Sword Sect is a fifth-grade force. On the bright side, joining the Heavenly Sword Sect is more promising than joining the White Sand Gang, but this also divides people and situations.

As in Qiu Ping's case, if you join the Baisha Gang, you have to help the elders to guide the gun, and you will definitely succeed in the future.

And if you join the Heavenly Sword Sect, you may also be able to get the guidance of an elder who has advanced cultivation, but who can guarantee that the elder who instructed Qiu Ping will indeed make achievements in the gun path?

If the other party doesn't cultivate the gun path and the guidance is poor, won't it make Qiu Ping go further and further astray on the gun path?

But Qiu Ping still gave up the Baisha Gang and chose the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Maybe it's because of his master's last words, or maybe it's because of the ambition in his heart.

The sky is thick, and the autumn sun is high. Looking up at the sky, it was noon.

The Lijiang Wharf is not far from the Linjiang City Gate, but it is not close, about ten miles.

Feng Yi stepped to the right, and Qiu Ping hung his head to the left. There were people coming and going on the road, there were traders who had left the city and returned to their hometowns, and there were also casual cultivators who came from afar, but more of them were the outer hall guards and inner disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the overlord of the Western Realm.

The guards of the outer hall were dressed in armor, and the silver light was rotten, and they were majestic. Moving forward in a group, it is like a soldier crossing the border, and the murderous spirit is high.

The inner disciple is dressed in brocade and riding the wind, and there is a silver sword embroidered on the hem of the clothes.

Qiu Ping saw it in his eyes, and the loss in his heart was swept away in an instant. He glanced back at the boat that had already broken the waves, and muttered to himself: "Even if you don't go to the Baisha Gang, you can still ask questions." ”

Feng Yi smiled and nodded, "I'm afraid that you will lose confidence by being hit, but now it seems that I am too worried." ”

Qiu Ping laughed and said, "Let's go, go into the city and drink." ”

The city gate is high and wide, and the weather in the city is even more bustling and prosperous.

"Fortunately, Brother Weitian gave us a ride, otherwise, we would have traveled by thousands of miles alone, and when our brothers and sons arrived in Linjiang City, the triennial Heavenly Sword Sect assessment should also be over. ”

In the wine shop in the city, Feng Yi and Qiu Pingchao sat facing the street. Qiu Ping poured wine from the altar and spoke to himself.

Feng Yi was not interested in the assessment of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he only cared about Luo Bing.

Turning his head to look at the noisy street outside the wine shop, Feng Yi asked, "Where is the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

Qiu Ping took a cup and drank himself, put down the wine bowl after quenching his thirst, and snorted in the northeast direction, "Close to the North City Gate." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the southeast, "The headquarters of the Badaomen is on the edge of the South City Gate, in the past, the Badaomen occupied Linjiang South City, and the Heavenly Sword Sect occupied Linjiang North City, and divided this place equally. It's just that now the Badaomen has been driven out of Linjiang City, the largest city in the western realm, and all of them have become the territory of the Heavenly Sword Sect. ”

Speaking of the Badaomen, Feng Yi unconsciously remembered Xiang Lingzhu.

That evil girl, even if Feng Yi thought about it at this time, she still couldn't help but hate her teeth.

"By the way, I haven't had time to ask, brother, are you going to assess the Heavenly Sword Sect's outer hall leader or the outer hall deacon this time?" Qiu Ping suddenly remembered something and hurriedly asked.

"Is there any difference?" Feng Yi asked rhetorically.

He came to Jiangcheng with the intention of looking for Luo Bing, and as for joining the Heavenly Sword Sect, that was not his primary purpose.

Qiu Ping glanced at the diners in the wine shop, thought for a while, lowered his voice and said, "There are three types of assessment items in the Heavenly Sword Sect, one is the outer hall guard, the second is the outer hall leader, and the third is the outer hall deacon. As for the elders, as well as the inner disciples, with the conditions of the two of us, there should be little hope. ”

Feng Yi let out an "oh" and drank the cup.

The Outer Guards were the lowest of the ranks, only slightly higher than the slave servants. If there is danger, the outer hall guards bear the brunt of the danger, face the danger head-on, and act as cannon fodder. At the same time, the Yulu guards of the outer hall are also the lowest among the sectarian forces, because their cultivation is the lowest, and their loyalty to the sectarian forces is also the lowest, and they may escape at any time and betray their masters for glory.

The leader of the outer hall, as the name suggests, is naturally the person who commands the outer hall guards, with a slightly higher status and a slightly higher salary, but it is also limited.

The deacons of the outer hall, whose status is higher than that of the commander and lower than that of the elders, are already the middle-level leaders of the sectarian forces.

As for the elders and inner disciples, this is the pillar and future of a sect's power, and it is natural to be cautious and cautious in the selection.

Elders need to be strong enough to shoulder the heavy responsibility of defending sectarian power, as well as to be loyal and virtuous.

If there is a difference in loyalty, what is the use of changing three masters in one day?

If the moral character is poor, evil as a demon, and vicious and spicy is better than Shura, it will only attract darkness to one's own sect, attract the disgust of other sectarian forces, and then evolve into hatred, and attack in groups, wouldn't it be bad.

Just like the mountain elder of Naha Daomen, his moral character is not very good, and it can be said that he is extremely poor. It is precisely because of him alone that the Xuan Xiu in the Western Realm does not have a very good intuitive impression of the Badao Sect, thinking that the people in the sect are all vicious and murderous like Elder Shan, and they are no different from evil demons.

In the end, the Badaomen suffered the consequences, was defeated by the Heavenly Sword Sect in one fell swoop, broke away from Linjiang City, and survived on a poor mountain somewhere outside the city, with no roots, no home, and no support.

The selection of inner disciples is stricter than that of elders, because they are the ones who are to accept the sect's lineage and shoulder the responsibility of carrying forward the sect.

Temperament, talent, roots, age, life experience, etc., all do not need to be perfect.

Otherwise, no sect would dare to hand over its own peerless inheritance lightly.

Feng Yi and Qiu Ping had already exceeded the age of the inner disciple assessment, and their cultivation had not reached the level of an elder, so they could ignore these two items.

"Let's take the lead for now. Feng Yi put down the wine glass and said absentmindedly.

Qiu Ping frowned slightly, and after pondering for a moment, he said, "I think brother, you can try the assessment of the deacon in the outer hall, and with your strength, you can probably pass." ”

"What's the assessment?"

Qiu Ping said seriously and suggested sincerely, but Feng Yi didn't care, and asked rhetorically without a match.

"Do you see that mountain range eight hundred miles north of the city?" Qiu Ping asked.

Feng Yi nodded, "I see." ”

"That mountain range is called 'Tianyu Mountain Range', across the river from the Lingwu Mountain Range, there are quite a lot of demon beasts in it, although it is not as high as the level of the demon beasts in the Lingwu Mountain Range, but it is also one of the rare dangerous places in the western realm of our Jin Clan. ”

Feng Yi continued to nod.

"The assessment place of the Heavenly Sword Sect is in the Tianyu Mountain Range. For a limited time of three days, the outer hall guards need to kill ten second-order demon beasts, the leader kills three third-order demon beasts, and the deacon kills one fourth-order demon beast......"

Suddenly, a fragrant breeze was blown into the wine shop by the autumn wind from outside the window, coiling between Feng Yi's snorts, so familiar.

He turned his head to look, and saw a purple shirt fluttering in the autumn wind, sliding across the street corners, and disappearing into the pavilions.

Feng Yi jumped out of the window and onto the street. The body flashed, the dragon glimpsed, chasing the wind and electricity, and disappeared into Qiu Ping's line of sight.

"Brother, what are you going to do?" Qiu Ping asked urgently.

can be sealed, and his whereabouts have long been unknown.