Following.

The wind and sun are beautiful in Tianyu Mountain.

The undulating Taihao slope is the venue for qualifying.

The outer disciples hold the sword, the inner disciple holds the qin, the two doors stand opposite each other, and they are all wearing the special costumes of the Fuxi Qin Gate. The white and jade caftan is embroidered with wind patterns at the key points, with vine-shaped ornaments, which is very natural and ancient.

Xiu Ling looked over one by one, and when he saw that there were no elders on the field, he tugged on his sleeve, "Qin Zun didn't come?" ”

"Come on." Chu Li smiled maliciously and crossed his arms: "When you win the senior brother, he will come." ”

In front of him, Mu Bei, who is seventeen years old, is polite and polite, standing still in one place, and he can see the model of a righteous man and a gentleman from his standing posture.

Xiu Ling looked at him and sighed, "Senior Brother Mu is the first person in the inner gate, Master, are you a little too proud of me?" ”

While the two were talking, they only heard a voice, Mu Beici jumped lightly, and the "Spring Thunder" piano sounded. Then, the sword blade in the east flickered, and the sound of the piano in the west splashed, enveloping the entire Taihao Slope in a colorful brilliance.

When the rush resumes, the first battle is over.

The five members of the inner sect have already divided their ranks, and among the disciples of the outer gate, as the only personal inheritance of the Sword Venerable, there is no suspense that the spiritual cultivation will win. According to the rules of the competition, she can challenge anyone in the inner door to qualify.

Xiu Ling did not hesitate to choose Mu Beici, "If I win the senior brother, will Qin Zun show up?" ”

Mu Beici was stunned, as if he thought it was something, he smiled shyly, and analyzed: "It should be, after all, there has never been a precedent in the history of this door for the outer door to defeat the inner door first." If you can make an exception, the master will respect him......"

"Then hurry, a quick solution." Before Mu Bei could finish speaking, Xiu Ling had already picked up his twin swords and jumped half a mile against the wind.

Mu Beici bowed slightly to her, "For the sake of fairness, I will only use the sword to fight with you." Within a hundred moves, if you can break it, you win. With that, he jumped to the top of a slope and sat upright, with the spring thunder on his knees, impartial.

I saw that his eyes were concentrated, his right hand slowly hung in the air, and after the momentum, he fell, and three times in a row, and the six swords burst out in unison.

The blue light slashed, and with a few dings, the qin sword was counterattacked by the double swords.

Menacing but not in a hurry to resist, Mu Beici took two turns of fingers, and saw the six qin swords burst out instantly, and appropriately turned back the six daos that had just been knocked back, and shot at the spiritual cultivation rules exponentially.

In the past few rounds, the sword has proliferated, and the spiritual cultivation has been overwhelming. She can only keep churning and dodging, and only take a few concentrated blocks that attack the key points. However, with two swords in both hands, he was finally defeated by ten fingers and seven strings.

Observing Mu Beici's hands carefully, suddenly, she understood.

She can't be defeated because in her eyes, there is only a sword, not a harp.

There are rules for all qin music, and there are rules for the beginning and turn, even if the melody is bizarre and twisty, it is impossible for a pianist like Mu Beici to play it. Therefore, as long as the rhythm is accurately predicted, it can be cracked at the moment when the sword arrives.

Not against it, but with it!

Mu Beici was secretly surprised.

In front of her, the girl who was originally moving like a rabbit suddenly slowed down her rhythm, and her body became lighter and more relaxed. As the sword came out, she danced like a dance, waving the shadow of the sword to the sound of his piano. Faintly, her chant was heard in the wind.

The ghost made the god worse, Mu Beici was stunned for a moment, and with the rhythm of the chanting, he subconsciously improvised a new rhythm.

This reversal puts the cart before the horse, and the spiritual cultivation instantly clears its ears and eyes, and turning back is a blow. Although Mu Bei retracted the qin and the sound, he avoided a sword. But he didn't see another sword flying against the wind, and a turn of the sword had already pushed the back of his neck from behind.

Lost.

The chief disciple under the throne of Fu Xiqin Zun actually lost to an outer disciple. The crowd was in an uproar.

Xiu Ling stood in place in a daze, still feeling incredulous, but the big slap had already slapped her on the shoulder, "Good apprentice, you won!" ”

The first time he left the glory was full of complacency, and he was already thinking about how to show off in front of the wind for a while, and then push the boat down the river, forcing him to fulfill his wish.

Mu Beici greeted him, bowed to the two of them humbly and dignifiedly, and announced to everyone that spiritual cultivation would win.

Despite this, there was still a faint sigh on the Taihao slope, and everyone was just whispering, but because of the terrain, it was getting louder and louder.

Just when the first departure was about to be in vain, suddenly, a gust of wind rose from the ground.

***

All the disciples raised their sleeves to hide their faces, and reluctantly looked up, and saw a person coming slowly in the wind.

The wind stopped, and the man fell to the ground, a handsome young man.

Looking at the people who came clearly, the disciples were about to speak, but suddenly they were choked by the wheals, and swallowed the words again, and they were silent one by one in an instant.

Unlike them, the moment the cultivator saw the person, a hot current rushed to the heart gate, and a name blurted out in an instant, "Cai Yan?!" ”

However, the mountain wind swallowed those two words in an instant, blew away the memories of the next life, and returned everything to nothingness, passing away with the wind.

Xiu Ling looked at him intently: green clothes, like green mountains. The eyebrows are like water. The face is like a crown of jade, and it is like a fairy, and it still has the charm of the old ink fairy. It's just that his posture of standing with his back to his back inevitably makes people feel young and old.

Who is he in this life?

Xiu Ling was about to ask about the origin of this person, but found that the master was gone, and he didn't know where he was blown by the wind. After looking at the young man again, and seeing that the two of them were of the same age, he guessed that this person was most likely a new apprentice picked up by Qin Zun.

The young man paced head-on, his expression was extremely rigorous, "Just after the discussion, you look surprisingly successful, but in fact, you just predicted the next step of Beici." I heard that you have a lot of relationship with the goddess of Luoshui, but is it true? ”

found that the "Cai Yan" in front of him didn't seem to know her, and Xiu Ling calmed down and bowed slightly, "She has the grace to save my life." ”

"Hmm......," the boy muttered, "So, can you predict, or because the goddess once taught you arithmetic?" ”

Arithmetic?

The cultivator recalled that there were books that recorded that arithmetic was a unique technique of the Luo Xiangqin School, and one of them could calculate the opponent's next move through the flow of heaven and earth. The other party asked this, undoubtedly suspecting that she was invincible and cheating with arithmetic.

She looked at the front fixedly, and said calmly, "The goddess has never taught me any techniques. If you don't believe me, you can ask your master. Qin Zun has long said that I have no comprehension of the vitality of heaven and earth, and my understanding of music and rhythm is even more bull's head and horse's mouth. ”

"You seem to be a little unwilling to say this?" The boy frowned slightly.

Xiu Ling held his sword in front of his chest and said quickly, "Of course! I won with my ability, but you relied on me to cheat for no reason, how can I be willing? Look at your young age, but I didn't expect that such a city government would spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain——"

"I don't know, how Qin Zun accepted you as an apprentice, compared to the senior brother's brightness, you are too far behind...... Could it be that Qin Zun is getting older, and his eyes are getting worse and worse? ”

For some reason, she was unwilling in her heart, not because he wronged her, but because he forgot her.

Although, she knew very well that the person in front of her was most likely not Cai Yan at all, even if it was him, he would forget all the past because of bliss.

Hearing this, all the disciples had wonderful looks, especially Mu Beici, who couldn't cry or laugh after listening to her beautiful words.

And after a steep high slope, Chu Li was locked by a wheal, his eyes turned to the sky, and he sighed: "It's over, it's over." ”