Zhang Mingxin sat in the middle of the mountain forest, with stones, dead wood, and leaves in front of him. The barbecue meat hangs on the tree next to him, and the strange aroma spreads everywhere.

In the same way, Zhang Mingxin tried to drive the things in front of him.

Until night fell, except for the leaves that let the wind blow and fly a few sheets, there was no Zhang Mingxin who could be driven.

The moonlight fell through the gaps in the leaves, and Zhang Mingxin leaned against the trunk of a big tree and looked up at the shadows of the trees in the air.

The young man stroked the black sword in his waist with one hand, and the black sword was silent, seemingly absent in the night, and moved gently in the young man's touch.

The white fox didn't know when, lying in one place, staring at Zhang Mingxin fixedly.

Teenagers, occasionally at night, would come to this forest, find the tree guided by the sixth senior brother, climb it, or meditate and cultivate, or meditate all night.

In the past two years, the teenager has come more than ten times.

It's just that the boy didn't sit all night in the place where he cut wood.

The white fox got up, a white lightning flashed, and the white fox landed on Zhang Mingxin's head, his fluffy tail rubbing against Zhang Mingxin's face.

Zhang Mingxin didn't smile, just touched the white fox's supple fur, pointed his hand, and said, "The meat is there, it's just cold......"

Zhang Mingxin was stunned, where are there roasted beast legs on the tree.

Looking around, in the dark, not far away, the animal bones were shiny.

The young man finally smiled bitterly and reported the white fox down, and the white fox did not struggle.

Zhang Mingxin wiped the white fox's mouth with his hand, and the white fox looked at Zhang Mingxin's eyes fixedly.

"You're just a fox, if it's a monster, I can ask you how you can fly. That monster can also fly. ”

Zhang Mingxin seemed to be saying to the white fox, and seemed to be talking to himself.

The white fox barked twice, his eyes shining.

The young man hugged the white fox, walked deep into the forest, came to a huge tree, put the white fox on his shoulder, and said, "Hold tight." ”

The white fox seemed to understand, and clenched it with four claws.

Zhang Mingxin touched the giant tree and quickly climbed up.

After a short time, Zhang Mingxin climbed to the top of the tree, sat on the tree where he usually sits, and Zhang Mingxin quietly watched the sea of snow for a while.

Spring goes and spring comes again. The sea of snow on this tree seems to have never melted.

Except for the silver moon in the sky, the sea of snow surging with the wind, everything is quiet.

Putting down the white fox on his shoulder, the young man stood up, drew his black sword, and admired it under the moon.

The moon is bright and the sword is black.

The young man said: "I can't ask for a sword, you are my sword, how can you take me to the sword and travel in the sky, across the real sea of clouds?" ”

After a long time, the young man sat cross-legged, holding the black sword in both hands, and closed his eyes.

Taishang Xuanyuan Jue, the trick that the young man only heard from the sixth senior brother Feng Buxun, there is only one paragraph, and the young man has always practiced that mantra.

Reciting the mantra. Teenagers are settled.

The seven sword balls in the body have never changed in two years, and the aura on that ball is so thick and heavy.

It's just that in the young man's dantian, there is already a thick colorful qi mass.

It is the true qi that is mixed with the turbidity qi.

A mouthful of turbid qi entered from the mouth, was dispersed by the seven-colored aura of the sword ball, carried away the meridians, sank into the dantian, and gathered into the sword ball.

It's business as usual.

Recite the mantra again. The young man will run the qi of the dantian, wander the meridians, and gather the black sword in his hand with his own hands.

The young man opened his eyes, and the black sword was faintly colorful.

The boy raised his hand, silently chanted, and flew up.

The black sword does not leave the hand, but the brilliance flows.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Mingxin was tired in his heart, his dantian true qi was almost exhausted, and his abdomen ached.

Zhang Mingxin, who was sweating, was disappointed in his eyes and stopped his luck.

Lying down, the young man was not angry, sighed deeply, physically and mentally tired, and slowly fell asleep.

The white fox behind him, his eyes flickering, quietly watched the young man's exercise and cultivation.

In those eyes, there seemed to be a look of pity.

The silver moon and the sea of snow, in the night of the Burial Sword Valley, echoed for a long time, and a fox roared for a long time, like music, like injury.

When the sunlight shone on Zhang Mingxin's face, Zhang Mingxin just wanted to get up, and found that the white fox was lying on his chest, which was warm and extremely comfortable.

In Zhang Ming's mind, he felt déjà vu with this, but he didn't remember that he had this encounter.

Shaking his head with a smile and picking up the white fox, Zhang Mingxin jumped towards the sea of snow and fell into a sea of snow, stirring up a piece of snow.

The boy screamed, climbed the tree with one hand, and walked through the forest.

The white fox opened his eyes, yawned, looked around, closed his eyes again, buried his head, and continued to sleep.

After a while, Zhang Mingxin landed firmly on the ground, found a stone, and placed the white fox on the stone.

Drawing the black sword, he walked towards an endless tree.

Close your eyes and don't look. After a long time, the wood grain suddenly appeared in front of the dark eyes, and the young man took a sword, and then a sword, and dozens of swords in a row, and the wood fell.

Another change of wood, open eyes, concentrate, wood grain clear, young luck, one sword, two swords, three swords, the second inexhaustible wood fell.

After a stick of incense, the wood grain is fully revealed, the young man turned around, tried his best to cut it with a sword, and the sword entered half of the wood and was stuck in the wood.

The boy kicked with his hands and feet, and it took a while to draw his sword. He turned his back again, slashed two more swords, and the third fell down.

In a short time, five or six unfinished trees were cut down.

A teenager can cut down an endless tree before he is a year. The wood grain, as long as the young man concentrates, can be seen immediately.

One day, the boy leaned on an endless tree and closed his eyes, contemplating deeply, after a long time, he could faintly see some behind him, and couldn't help but try to cut wood by counting.

The young man looked at the sun, waved the sword in his hand again and again, cut off the branches and leaves of the endless wood that he had cut down, and found a few endless trees that he had cut before, easily cut them into sections, picked them up, and walked out of the mountain.

When he turned around, he saw that the white fox on the stone was still asleep, smiled, and ignored it again.

Back to the stone house, the young man took a jar of wine and drank a few sips to fill his stomach.

A loud shout came from inside the stone house.

Zhang Mingxin smiled bitterly, walked to the place where the incense was taken, and took the incense and flint.

The old man had already walked to the clearing, his face was shiny, he picked up a piece of wood, threw it into the air, did not turn his head, and said: "From today onwards, this wood, you must still be in the air, and it will split when it stops in the air!" If it falls, it will be thrown again, and it shall not be ...... on the stone."

The boy had already walked to the Burial Sword Mountain.

"Criminals! Criminals! The old man picked up the wood and smashed it on the ground, but the wood flicked, but it smashed into the old man's leg, "Ouch! Evil Wood! Ouch ......"

When Zhang Mingxin arrived at the lake, when he washed up, he was thinking, "Master didn't wash his face last night?" ”

After washing, I climbed the chain, spent half an hour, climbed up the mountain, lit incense, looked around at the scenery under the mountain, and then slid down the chain.

When I returned to the open space of the stone house, the master was already snoring like thunder.

Zhang Mingxin picked up the endless wood on the ground, took a closer look, threw it into the air, pulled out the black sword, and suddenly froze, the wood fell to the ground, and there was a bang.

Zhang Mingxin turned his head and looked at the door of the stone house, the corners of his mouth twitched, he wanted to scold in his heart, but he didn't dare to scold, it was his master......

The boy reluctantly lowered his head and picked up the log, and threw it into the air.

The wood section is clearly visible, just spinning in the air, and the young man can see it clearly, but there is nowhere to draw the sword.

After a few times, the young man's feet moved, several times he flashed his position, a sword slashed upward, and the wood bounced outward, and the young man picked it up and saw that there was only a small gap in the wood.

The sun was setting, and I don't know if I threw it a hundred times or a thousand times, and the wood finally opened in half. The young man sat down, looked at the two pieces of wood on the ground in a daze, and smirked, his heart was dark, "Splitting is like this, if it is splitting, it will take two years?" ”

The boy slumped on the ground, and then went to the sword of luck.

The sword was transported to a colorful streamer, but it still failed to rise up the sacrifice, the dantian was empty, and when the young man was uncomfortable, he was angry, stood up, picked up the wood chips on the ground, and threw them into the air.

The black sword carried a streamer, and when the sword passed, the firewood was split into two pieces.

Zhang Mingxin was overjoyed. Luck on weekdays, just wandering around, I don't want this luck sword method, but let the black sword without a blade be so sharp.

"I should not be able to resist the sword in the end, it must be that the realm is not enough, this luck is in the sword, it is extremely useful, refining qi, luck, I need to cultivate well."

The young man began to work hard to refine his qi again.

The night was approaching sunrise, and unconsciously, the young man was cultivating hard, and it was time for the Xuanmen test.

Feeling the aura, throwing wood and splitting silk, the teenagers are all skilled, and around the open space, there are piles of endless wood piles, wooden silk stacks.

It was the day of the wine delivery again, and the young man who was meditating in the open space opened his eyes and smiled bitterly.

Carrying a full wine jar, the young man walked towards the Seven Xuanzong.

Seven Xuanzong, Thousand Pillars, not long after the sun rises, the Thousand Pillars Platform has been bustling, lively, among the disciples of each sect, whispering, the noise is constant, listening to the sound, all for the Xuanmen test.

Zhang Mingxin bowed his head and passed by in frustration, entered the Fu Sect, unloaded the wine jar on his body, looked at the disciples of the Fu Sect with his eyebrows and smiled, beaming with joy, he was in a daze, and for a while, he forgot where to go.

The Fu Sect treasury disciple shouted a few times, and Zhang Mingxin woke up, but he didn't know what the disciple said.

Seeing that Zhang Ming's heart was like this, the disciples of the Fu Sect didn't care, but they repeated again: "Little brother, today is a grand event of my sect, if you are idle, you can follow us to the Thousand Pillars Terrace, and take a look together, the elite disciples in our sect show the power of cultivation." This is wonderful, it is rare to see a small test in ten years, this is a meeting in 30 years! ”

Zhang Mingxin looked at his body, there were still several wine jars hanging on his body, which were to be sent to Liuyue Peak. He shook his head and said, "I still have to send wine to Liuyue Peak." ”

The disciple smiled and said: "Then you have to go to the Thousand Pillars Terrace, several sect masters and disciples are all on the Thousand Pillars Terrace, where are there still people on the Liuyue Peak!" Liuyue Sect, the gathering place of the sect, should be there, east of the sea of clouds of Qianzhutai, the most marginal place, that is, leaning on the side of your valley. ”

Zhang Mingxin nodded, and walked in the direction of the Thousand Pillar Terrace.

Going to the sea of clouds again, walking through the smoke and clouds, Zhang Mingxin saw all kinds of sect disciples, tall, short, fat and thin, fairy sword magic weapons, or standing alone, or gathering in three or five, and even more surrounded by groups, their faces were full of joy.

The first thing I encountered was the gathering place of the art sect, there were so many people, hundreds of people gathered, and after the smoke and clouds, you could still listen to the voices of the people.

Again, it is the Fu Sect and the Xiaoyao Sect, and there are many fewer people than the Art Sect, and they are also the peak of disciples in the sect.

The first sect of Vinaya, standing in the place where Zhou Xin led Zhang Ming's heart to the silverfish, that place was the center of the Thousand Pillars.

The disciples of the Law Sect gathered on the wall of the human sea and kept it secret, Zhang Mingxin couldn't leave at once, and he couldn't count how many disciples there were in this sect.

A disciple of the Fu Sect, who went up the mountain to ask for a sword on the same day as Zhang Mingxin, was ordered by Lu Youzhi of the Law Sect to hold the iron chain and was thrown down the mountain, and he recognized Zhang Mingxin.

He pulled Zhang Mingxin and said, "There are many people in the Vinaya Sect, if you want to leave, go around the back." If you want to watch the test, just watch the meeting here, go straight, I'm afraid you won't be able to get by. ”

Zhang Mingxin nodded, the people of Fu Sect have always been kind to Zhang Mingxin and others.

It's just that Zhang Ming thought to himself: "I also want to participate in the test." ”

Suddenly, all the disciples cheered, pointed to the sea of clouds, and talked about it.

Zhang Mingxin looked at it, above the sea of clouds, there were seven silverfish, on the back of the fish, there was one person standing each, either an old man or a middle-aged man, most of them were solemn and majestic, and the momentum was compelling.

When they arrived at the edge of the Thousand Pillars, the person on the back of the fish waved his sleeves at the same time and shouted "Retreat!" The momentum was earth-shattering, and the awe-inspiring power frightened some timid disciples, and they took a few steps back, but it was people who bumped into people, and some old disciples smiled and didn't move.

With the wave of the sleeves of the seven people, several gusting winds blew, the clouds dispersed and the smoke flew, and the Thousand Pillar Platform instantly had a wide field of vision, and the smoke and clouds were hazy, and they were blown out of the Seven Xuanzong.

Some of those disciples were actually blown to the ground, and everyone's clothes were blown to the ground.

Zhang Mingxin covered his face with his hands and looked secretly through his hands.

"Those who are blown to the ground by the sleeve wind, retreat behind the Thousand Pillars! Do not participate in the test, violators, the rules will be punished! One person stood on the edge of the Thousand Pillars Platform and shouted loudly, but he was the first seat of the Vinaya Sect and a person from all channels.