"I heard that every year before the Kunlun sword test meeting, there is a tea party, but in fact, it is not the tea that is asked, but the sword on the cliff?" In the purple bamboo forest, the young man who may be familiar with the old man, or maybe the shameless temperament, asked carefully while pouring tea for the old man.

"Want to go?" the old man poured his teacup and took a sip.

"Hehe, who doesn't know that the young talents in the world are proud to pick a few Wenjian tea leaves from the Wenjian tea tree? If I can get the first place at the Wenjian tea party, don't you have a light on your face, old man?"

"You?" the old man raised his eyelids and then fell, although his tone was calm, the young man still heard the contempt in the old man's tone.

As if he hadn't heard, the boy was still busy before and after serving tea and pouring water.

Then the girl in the red dress came to the front of the house, with the bronze sheath that was only three feet long and the hilt of the bronze sword around her waist, as if waiting for someone.

After a while, Gu Yi arrived here and chatted with the old man for a few words, and when the old man asked him if he had any ideas to make a splash today, the young man shook his head.

"Even if you don't come out today, won't you still have to show your real skills at the sword test meeting in half a month?"

"Who knows if anyone will be able to force me to use my real skills when the time comes?" When talking to the old man, the young man revealed the same arrogance as the fur-furred boy.

The old man who had seen countless carps crossing the river in the world smiled and scolded: "If you can be promoted to the third realm within this half a month, I will be convinced!"

Gu Yi replied: "I've been in the rebirth realm for six years, what's so difficult if you want to be promoted to the third realm?"

The smile on the old man's face froze, and then he said angrily: "Get out!"

Gu Yi smiled and led the four, five, or six girls out of the bamboo forest.

The old man looked at the backs of the two of them, as if he had seen the two villains staying in the small purple bamboo forest.

The old man in his emotion was lonely, but when the old man picked up the teacup and was about to take another sip, the teacup stopped abruptly in front of his lips, as if he was talking to himself, and seemed to sigh helplessly, "How much has the three thousand Zizhu comprehended?"

The young man, who was carefully preparing to follow his junior sister from behind the hut, suddenly turned into a bitter gourd on his originally excited face.

There were people waiting outside the bamboo forest, and it was a girl in a black dress who was waiting.

After seeing the girl of the same age in the red dress and sword, the girl finally knew the reason why the Kunlun disciples were always looking for the reason to go back and forth between the purple bamboos these days.

"The purple bamboo burst into three thousand and a half, and it was originally a fox fairy in a red dress. ”

Her low moan was not clearly heard by the approaching young man, but he didn't ask, but turned to the girl in the red dress and introduced: "Ying Chuqiong, according to the order of entry, it should be my senior sister." ”

Si Wuliu's eyes were puzzled, as if he didn't understand.

Ying Chuqiong noticed her doubts, glanced at the young man who deliberately didn't say everything, and explained for her: "Although I started a few years earlier than him, his master is my grandfather, so if you really explore it to the end...... I might have to call him Master Zu!

The girl was full of gritted teeth when she said the end, and her eyes were a little fierce, Gu Yi only had time to say that the weather was good today, so she hurriedly trotted all the way out of the field of vision of the two.

The girl with a homophonic name of four, five or six couldn't help but bend the corners of her mouth when she heard the words "grandfather and grandfather", and after seeing the back of the young man who had fled, her eyes happened to intersect with Ying Chuqiong.

Both were smiling.

One red and one black, one left and one right.

............

On the side of the stream under the cliff of the Sword Tea Tree Mountain, hundreds of Kunlun disciples looked forward to it, looking at the mountain gate of Kunlun.

"Don't you know, it was here a month ago, and the girl in the red dress followed her master and brother to our Kunlun from here, when I saw her at that time, let alone us, even Uncle Liu, who was lecturing, had straight eyes!"

"Ahem. ”

The middle-aged man with a sword standing at the back of the crowd coughed deliberately twice when he heard this, and his usually stern face had a rare redness and embarrassment.

"I don't know if the other five major sects will send people this time to test the sword? Last time, only the White Horse Temple and the Sanyi Alliance sent people to come, and even the little sage village, which has always been good friends with our Kunlun, has no disciples come to watch the ceremony. ”

I don't know who mentioned Little Sage Village, and the audience suddenly began to fall silent.

The prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty lasted for more than 300 years, although there is a rare reason why His Majesty the Holy Emperor's martial arts are rare through the ages, but more is now Confucianism is prosperous, and only four of the six departments in the court are in the hands of the disciples of the little sage village.

Confucianism is like yang, and kendo is like fire, the two sides complement each other, but I don't know why, a hundred years ago, the left servant of Shangshu Province suddenly ordered to prohibit Kunlun disciples from acting arbitrarily according to their personal preferences.

Since then, there has been a gap between Kunlun and Xiaoshengxianzhuang.

"Look, isn't that a disciple of Hanhaiguan!" Just as the atmosphere began to stiffen, a group of small black dots appeared on the road outside Kunlun Mountain, which seemed to be made of white marshmallows, and as the distance got closer and closer, the figure turned into a white hem, like a mellow lily, and like a cloud that occasionally floated over the blue sky.

The group of thirty-seven people were all women, and the women were dressed in white dresses.

Above the East China Sea, the view of the Han Sea.

This is one of the six major sects of the entire Tang Dynasty, and it is also the first well-deserved sect in the Eastern Three Prefectures of the Human Race.

Only female disciples are accepted in the sect, and only women can inherit the masters of the past dynasties.

The mountain gate of Kunlun is a portal that looks extremely ancient and dilapidated, but it is extremely large and magnificent, dozens of zhang wide, and you can only look up at the top to see the three ancient characters at the bottom.

Nantianmen.

There are Kunlun's disciples under the Nantian Gate.

At the front of the disciples was a young man.

"I've seen Senior Sister. The young man's face was handsome, and he looked to be in his early twenties, but he already had a short hair visible to the naked eye on his chin, and he did not have the slightest bit of nondescriptness, but exuded maturity and stability that was rare at this age.

The middle-aged and beautiful woman in Hanhaiguan, who led the team, looked at the young man in front of her, who was obviously meeting for the first time but had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, looking at the eyebrows and eyes that seemed to have been seen, her originally calm and dusty temperament showed a hint of wavering in an instant, and her tone opened her mouth with an inquiring tone: "Who are you Chen Yanjin?"

The young man whose real name is Cheng Chumo subconsciously frowned when he heard this, but then he still said rudely: "It is the ancestor." ”

For some reason, a sinister aura suddenly rose on the face of the middle-aged woman in white.

The young man's face turned pale with this momentum in an instant.

Just when even the Hanhaiguan disciple behind the middle-aged woman looked at the uncle who led the team this time with doubts and puzzles on his face, why he slammed his hand this time, a sword aura fell from the sky.

"Thousands of miles away, I don't know why Senior Sister Xue is so angry?"

When the words sounded, there was a little cold light in the sky.

It was a snowflake, falling slowly from the sky, not much weight, not much complexity, but it was when this snowflake appeared, everyone came to their senses, Kunlun at this time, the world at this time was already March.

Everything recovers at the beginning of spring in March, but why can snowflakes fall from the sky that represents winter?

The woman surnamed Xue didn't make a move, because she didn't even hold the hilt of the sword in her hand at this time.

In her perception, the snowflake fell slowly, enough for him to use the secret sword he had in mind, but she knew very well that at the same time as she did it, the snowflake would also fall on her vital point.

"Senior Sister Xue really deserves to be the best in the previous generation of Hanhaiguan, and she didn't even pull out her sword before she even dared to move. ”

Following the voice, it was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old good-looking young man in white.

It was so good-looking that the faces of many Hanhaiguan disciples behind him began to flush and whisper.

Gu Yi, who had a smile on his face, didn't know when he stood in front of Cheng Chumo, and whispered to him: "Senior Brother Cheng, go back first, and leave the rest of the envoys to me to greet you." ”

Cheng Chumo took a deep breath and looked at the woman surnamed Xue who was standing opposite him not far away, although he didn't know what the woman in front of him was trying to teach him a lesson, but it was not difficult to hear from what he said just now that he still had a different relationship with his ancestor who was drunk and dreamed all day long.

Could it be that the beautiful middle-aged woman in front of him is the one he almost called "grandma"?

Didn't you say that the disciples of Hanhaiguan never married?

When did your own ancestor hook up?

Cheng Chumo, who had three doubts in his heart, nodded at Gu Yi, and finally took a look at the beautiful woman who was indeed not much worse than his grandmother, and walked towards the door.

"I know one or two of the four peak master disciples of the Kunlun Quartet Sword Peak, I don't know which uncle and uncle this junior disciple is worshipping in?" The woman surnamed Xue also seemed to calm down after seeing Cheng Chumo leave, looking at the young man in front of her who was similar to her height, with fear in her eyes.

"Uh......" Gu Yi waved his hand to remove the sword intent in the sky, but after listening to Senior Sister Xue's words, he suddenly felt a little at a loss.

Only then did he suddenly remember that when his master accepted him as an apprentice, he only notified the White Horse Temple in addition to the Kunlun Gate, although the other major sects had some news, but they didn't even have a portrait of Gu Yi, how could they recognize him?

"Senior Brother Gu is our disciple. Standing behind Gu Yi, a Kunlun disciple who looked more clever saw the atmosphere a little embarrassed, and couldn't help but interject.

The eyes of the woman surnamed Xue were a little frightened.

The original chattering voice of the Hanhaiguan disciple behind her instantly seemed to be choked by someone's throat.

Only a masked girl in the corner, whose sleepy eyes lit up in an instant.

"It turns out that he is actually a disciple of the Emperor Master!" After about half a pillar of incense, the originally quiet Hanhaiguan disciple suddenly seemed to be a volcano erupting.

In this world, the human race has two saints, the Buddha who came from the west and traveled 108,000 miles to reach Chang'an, and now the Tang Dynasty reigns for 300 years, known as the Holy Emperor of the First Emperor of the ages.

But the human race has only one emperor.

He is revered as a sub-saint.

For 300 years, there has only been one person.

"I don't know the name of my junior brother. The woman surnamed Xue was in a daze for a small half pillar of incense, and then she forced down the surprise and shock in her heart, and then she smiled reluctantly.

"My surname is Gu Mingyi, if my senior sister doesn't dislike it, you can also call me Ah Yi directly. The young man in white still had a smile on his face, but his hands were clenched tightly together for some time, as if he was suppressing something.

"If you don't care, please move inside the door. ”

The woman surnamed Xue did not refuse, and after Gu Yi summoned the disciple who had just spoken out to break the embarrassment to lead the way, she led Hanhaiguan and her thirty-seven people into the mountain gate.

Just as the figures of the thirty-seven people disappeared into the door, Gu Yi, who was still the same as if he was descending from the earth, turned around in an instant, and spurted out a mouthful of blood behind the back that the Kunlun disciples couldn't see.

"Hanhai Guanshui Character Secret Sword ......" Gu Yi closed his eyes, perceiving the faint sword intent and bloody smell in his body, and his face was slightly bitter.

He didn't expect that the woman had already injured his internal organs just by the momentum of a secret sword.

He didn't even expect that he didn't even feel when the woman's secret sword stabbed him.

It really hurts.

He staggered to his feet.