Before the sun rose, Zhang Mingxin stood in front of the Burial Sword Mountain, with a black sword pinned to his waist, a wooden pot hanging, a stick of incense in his palm, and his eyes stared blankly at the iron chain.

If you can't go up the mountain today, the sixth senior brother will leave if he doesn't find it.

Last night, Feng Buxun said a lot of things to Zhang Mingxin overnight, and Zhang Mingxin recorded them in his heart one by one.

It's just that Zhang Mingxin still can't figure out why his senior brother is leaving, and why he is the only disciple of the Drunken Sect.

asked Feng Buxun, Feng Buxun just replied: "This is Qixuan, a drunken disciple, there is only one person, and the last entry is inheritance." ”

Picking up the wooden pot, Zhang Mingxin poured a few sips of water slurry.

"Today, I will definitely climb this mountain, so that my senior brother and master will be happy to see it, and then I will beg my senior brother to stay."

After Zhang Mingxin finished drinking, he was just about to walk on the iron chain, when the sky broke through the sky, and dozens of immortal artifacts flew in the direction of the sect, and landed next to Zhang Mingxin one after another.

The leader left a person, I saw it yesterday, standing at the head of the Law Sect, behind the people in the whole channel, without saying a word, but his face was extremely indifferent, and his eyes were cold, when Zhang Mingxin looked at him, he was glared at fiercely, so remember.

When the man saw Zhang Mingxin, his eyes were indifferent, and he didn't speak, but turned around and pointed to the person in the sky to fall.

On the heavenly royal vessel, some of them have a vessel, some of them have two or three people riding a vessel, after all of them have fallen, there are more than 60 people, most of them are young and handsome men and women, not long after, in front of this burial sword mountain, it will be bustling, and the voices are chaotic.

Zhang Ming looked curiously, after joining the sect for a year, only the previous sect sent wine, and he saw more people, but in this burial sword valley, he saw so many people gathering, but it was the first time.

One person suddenly approached the front and said in surprise: "Little junior brother, you also came to the valley to ask for a sword?" ”

is more than 20 years old, and it is Zhou Xin, who led Zhang Mingxin to the Sanqing Palace.

Zhang Mingxin was very happy to see the people he knew, and chatted with Zhou Xin, who was not like a disciple of the Law Sect, and he was also friendly.

Zhang Mingxin looked around again, and saw acquaintances again, but the two looked at him, and Zhang Mingxin immediately bowed his head.

Several disciples of the Liuyue Sect also came with the crowd, and the leader was carrying a sword on his back and wearing a strong suit, which was Liu Feifu. At this time, Liu Feixu seemed to be instructing the number of people in Liuyue, and next to him was a jade-like girl standing with an indifferent face, listening silently.

Liu Feixu occasionally looked at it, and saw Zhang Mingxin looking at this, so he pursed his lips and smiled at Zhang Mingxin, the jade girl saw the strange appearance of her senior sister, and at the same time, it seemed that her eyes of different colors were like stars.

Zhang Mingxin lowered his head and looked at the things on his body, but it was really on his body, and there were only a few things, and there was nothing to sort out.

"Do you also come to ask for a sword? Where's your brother? Why don't I come with you? ”

A light bell voice rose in front of him, and Zhang Mingxin looked up in fright, but Liu Feixu didn't know when he was already approaching.

Zhang Mingxin shook his head: "Senior brother, I'm leaving." ”

The smile on Liu Feixu's face disappeared: "Where to go?" ”

"Master said that he had been expelled from the master and was leaving."

Liu Feixu was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed with strange colors, and he lost his brilliance.

After a long time, Zhang Mingxin heard Liu Feixu finally muttering in confusion: "Why don't you tell me...... Why don't you sue me ......?"

Zhang Mingxin was about to ask, but Liu Feixu raised his head and smiled, but the smile was very strange, as if it was bitter: "When you go up the mountain and enter the valley, be careful, don't get hurt." ”

Without waiting for Zhang Mingxin to respond, Liu Feixu turned his head to look in the direction of the stone house, turned to leave, and his steps were frivolous, but they seemed to be floating.

Zhang Ming looked at Liu Feixu in a daze, slightly worried, this Senior Sister Liu seemed to be very concerned about the sixth senior brother.

"Junior brothers and sisters, I have been here recently." A loud voice overwhelmed everyone's whispers, "I am Lu Youzhi of the Law Sect, this time the disciples in the sect went to the Sword Mountain to bury the sword and enter the Tibetan Sword Valley to seek the sword, and I presided over it." ”

The person who spoke was the person who was behind the whole channel people yesterday and the first to land here today, the third disciple of the whole channel people, who also held an important position in the sect, and it turned out to be the person who led the disciples to seek the sword today.

Lu Youzhi paused, and the disciples in the sect surrounded him, and several people affectionately called Senior Brother Lu, but many people knew each other.

Lu Youzhi pointed to the iron chain on the side, and said loudly: "Senior brothers, junior sisters, calm down." Later, we will go up the mountain from this iron chain, and the upper convenience is the place where the heroes of my Seven Xuanzong Sect have been buried and buried with swords, and you should go up the mountain to seek swords, don't make noise and disturb the purity of the ancestors of the heroes! ”

More than half of the people responded in unison.

Lu Youzhi paused, his face was solemn, and there was a sudden coercion in his voice: "Asking for a sword, whether you can get it or not, for your own chance, on the mountain, or after entering the Tibetan Sword Valley, you must not make loud noises, you must not hinder other senior brothers, and you must not argue with each other and rob each other!" If there is any violation, I will first throw it off the mountain, return to the sect, and punish it according to the rules of the sect! ”

After saying this, no one of the disciples of the Seven Xuanzong Sect responded, but every word was in their hearts.

"If you have a sword or a treasure, you will either stay at the bottom of the mountain and be kept by others, and when you go up the mountain and into the valley, remember not to put down the ground, let alone hold the luck of the weapon, otherwise your sword weapon will be swallowed by the mountain spirit valley god, and it will not be yours!" The method of seeking the sword, your teacher should have taught, hand touch, meditation, heart feeling, if there is a fate, you have your own understanding, then do not say more. ”

The crowd listened, and began to whisper, and there was another commotion.

A disciple asked in a loud voice, "Why do you want to climb this chain, why don't you fly on it?" ”

Lu Youzhi glanced at the disciple and said coldly: "The place where the ancestors of the sect sleep, since it is forbidden to fly in the air, the test of iron chains is also a respect for the ancestors!" This unusual place, the wind on the chain, is the sect of the heavenly people, set up the 'wind back to the realm' a hundred zhang a change, the last two hundred zhang, ten zhang a change, the obstruction, is the incompetent person, vain sword man! ”

Lu Youzhi looked around at the disciples with cold eyes, and shouted: "If you don't have three points of ability, you can't cross this iron chain, those who are afraid, wait by the lake, go back to the sect to practice your skills, and come back to ask for a sword next time!" ”

"Up the hill! If you fall off the chain, try to climb again. After a long time, looking at the disciples who were silent, Lu Youzhi drank again and asked the disciples to go up the mountain.

Lu Youzhi seemed to glance at Zhang Mingxin coldly out of the corner of his eyes, and first walked on the chain, put his hands on his back, jumped on the chain, and walked up.

Zhang Mingxin followed the crowd, not daring to take the lead, and ran into Zhou Xin guiding the disciples on the side, and when he passed by, he shouted to him, Senior Brother.

Zhou Xin nodded, the corners of his mouth pulled into a smile, and asked, "Can you go up this mountain?" This chain is not easy to walk. ”

Zhang Mingxin shook his head, Zhou Xin was stunned for a moment, laughed again, patted his shoulder, and said: "As long as you can go up to the Burial Sword Mountain, you can go up to ask for a sword many times, but you are not afraid." The Hidden Sword Valley is dangerous, you can only go in to ask for a sword once, and if you enter again, you can only seal the sword. ”

After speaking, there was a disciple next to him who inquired, and Zhou Xin turned his head and dealt with it.

Among the more than 60 people, only more than 50 people went up the mountain, and the remaining seven or eight people were waiting at the bottom of the mountain, as if they were senior brothers and sisters in the sect, protecting the Dharma below.

The disciples who went up the mountain, there are also middle-aged people, and there is an old man, with white hair, who also follows, thinking that this is the burial of the sword mountain, and he can really go up the mountain many times to ask for a sword.

Zhang Mingxin was still by the lake, in the midst of the clusters, above the iron chain, there were disciples screaming, falling into the lake, ordinary, there was a senior brother by the lake, throwing out a magic weapon such as a rope or a whip, and rolling the disciple out of the lake, the disciple shook all over the body, but it was not a big problem, meditating by the lake to drive away the cold.

After a short time, the people above fell, and the people below went up, and it was Zhang Mingxin's turn to be squeezed last.

Several people in front of them are all female disciples of the Liuyue Sect, and the jade girl is among them, walking straight, the iron chain is windy, and the clothes of several women are flying together, fluttering like a fairy.

Zhang Mingxin looked at the chain, not in a hurry, picked up the wooden pot, drank a few sips of water slurry, a cold liquid, slid from the mouth to the six intestines, the person was much more sober, the animal skin clothes were solid in several places, thought about it, frowned, took off the shoes and tied them to the waist, only wore thick socks, stretched out his feet and stepped on the chain.

Every time Lu Youzhi walked a hundred feet, he looked back, at this time, he was close to the mountain, and he was still walking with his hands upright, but he was also walking very slowly, and his body was shaking in the wind. Most of the disciples had also walked upright before, strong against the strong wind, as if they were unwilling to condescend, but a few more fell into the lake, and when others saw it, they finally bent down and bowed their heads, using their hands and feet together, and climbed up.

It's better to climb up than to fall into a lake.

As soon as Zhang Mingxin got on the chain, he looked like an ape, bowed his head, used his hands and feet together, and quickly climbed up. There are no shoes on his feet, and he will be cold and abnormal after a while, but it makes Zhang Ming's heart more stable and conscious. The laughter came from behind, but it was the people by the lake, who laughed when they saw Zhang Mingxin's posture.

Zhang Mingxin didn't know, he climbed up steadily, he used the method of climbing mountains and trees when he was in Huming Village, his shoes were smooth, and he was not as flexible as his bare feet, although he was cold and red, but Zhang Mingxin only had one thought in his heart: "Climb this mountain, ask for a sword, and ask my senior brother not to go." ”

By the lake, a female disciple, seeing that all the disciples had already gone up the mountain except for those who had fallen into the lake, turned around and walked towards the outside of the lake, but the direction was towards the stone house of the Burial Sword Valley.

On the distant mountain, a person stood in a hidden place on the mountain, looking in the direction of the Burial Sword Mountain, his eyes moved with the female disciple who left the lake, and the female disciple got closer to the stone house, and the sadness in his eyes increased.

"Is that him? It's also interesting. Can he go up that mountain? Behind the man, another man leaned against the trunk of a tree, his face hidden in the shade, and suddenly asked.

"I don't know. If you can't go up today, there will be tomorrow, and if you can't go up tomorrow, there will be ten or a hundred years. It's a long time in the valley, not today. The man in front replied.

"Oh, you hurt him. If it's not him, you don't need to go! The man behind the tree sneered, and his tone was strange, as if it was provocative, more like a joke.

"It's none of his business, it's the rules, he doesn't know! Don't touch him, if so...... If you wish, you will take care of him. The first half of the man's sentence was cold, and the second half of the sentence was slightly pleading.

"Oh, you also came to beg me, and you begged me?" The man behind the tree smiled and kept for a long time, "After you go down the mountain, do you have a place to go?" ”

The man in front was silent.

"Hmph, you have your own fate, you have your own way, you don't ask, you don't disturb it! It's the rule that teases the world again! The man in front of him didn't answer for a long time, and the man behind the tree seemed to be angry, and his voice was angry, "One day, I will erase all this rule, so that the world knows both the good and the devil, and they have been deceived and teased by this rule for hundreds of years and thousands of years!" ”

The man in front of him sighed and said, "You haven't changed." Then he jumped down the hill and flew away to the stone house.

The mountain was quiet, and the man behind the tree snuggled, but there was no more speech.

"It's a matter of your own, huh. Chance can also be artificial! Boy, don't die, success or failure, take a good look at this Taoist world. ”

The wind passed, and there was no one behind the tree

On the iron chain, Zhang Mingxin stopped, and let out a long breath, six hundred zhang!

Lu Youzhi had already gone up the mountain, standing on the side of the mountain, looking at the Qixuan disciples who were on the iron chain and bending down to climb, there was no expression on his face, but when he saw Zhang Mingxin, he snorted and shook his head.

Zhang Mingxin looked up and saw that many disciples were only a hundred feet away from the mountain, but they were walking with difficulty and slowly.

Most of the disciples had already bowed and walked, but only a few of them were still standing, like Lu Youzhi, straightening their bodies and walking forward.

The jade girl is a person who has walked upright, has walked more than 700 zhang, is standing in the wind, waiting for the disciple who is walking slowly in front, walk for a while, and then go by herself!

The girl's posture, her feet one in front of the other, seemed to be standing gently on the chain, as steady as a mountain peak in the wind, and she looked straight to the side in her spare time, with an indifferent face, and did not urge the person in front of her, or crossed by. There were people by the lake who watched and praised loudly, leading the disciples on the chain to look up as well.

The voice of admiration seemed to have not entered the girl's ears, and her face was still indifferent.

Zhang Mingxin looked at it, and he also admired it in his heart: "What a powerful junior sister, if I were like her, how good it would be." ”

Lowering his head, Zhang Mingxin calmed down, carried the Xuan Gong, unbearable burning pain, and suddenly spread all over the body, but his hands and feet were more powerful, taking a deep breath, Zhang Mingxin rushed upwards faster, and in a short time, he went up dozens of zhang.

At 800 zhang, Zhang Ming's heart slowed down, cold, slippery, and the wind blew his face, like a knife cut.

The wind on the 800 zhang rose to Zhang Mingxin's hands and feet, and he swayed. The clothes kept sweeping his body and face, and if the wind knife was cut, Zhang Mingxin was like a fierce beast fighting, and at any time, he was devoured by the beast and pushed down into the lake.

On six or seven hundred zhang, there were also a few disciples who fell into the lake, and one or two disciples actually fell unconscious, but fortunately, someone in the sect used a magic weapon to help.

Eight hundred and seventy zhang, Zhang Mingxin can no longer move, as soon as he raises his hand, his hand flies outward, and as soon as he lifts his foot, it is difficult to put it down. The thick socks under his feet are already torn.

There was already a disciple in front of him, holding the chain, his face was painful, and he couldn't stand up anymore.

Looking at the people behind him, there was no one for dozens of feet, Zhang Mingxin put down his feet with difficulty, holding the iron chain, and grasping the iron chain with one hand, his body was already weak.

Facing the strong wind, Zhang Mingxin untied the wooden kettle in his waist, and half of the pot of water slurry was poured out, and his body instantly became colder.

The empty wooden kettle, with the wind blowing, was dehydrated, rolled in the air, flew flat for more than 20 zhang, and then floated up for a while, before falling down, I don't know where it fell.

Pulling out the black sword in his hand, Zhang Mingxin looked back, pointed in the direction of the stone house, and shouted loudly:

"Sixth Senior Brother, Master! Mingxin is going up the mountain to ask for a sword, wait for me to come back! ”

Standing up, a sword was inserted between the two hands of the iron chain, ice chips were splashed, and the other hand was like a claw, grabbing the gap on the other side, kicking both feet together, and climbing up with both hands and feet.

The shout spread far away, causing laughter from the people on the mountain and on the chains, and the people in the valley seemed to be faintly heard.

In the stone house, the people walking in the valley are in the mountains.

When several people heard this, their bodies stopped, and after a while, they moved again.

One person stopped, gritted his teeth and twisted his eyebrows to look at the Burial Sword Mountain, clenched his fists, and did not move for a long time, and finally, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he smiled for a long time.