This forest road of the wind flow road professional, because of the small number of people walking, has not been paved with stone steps, or the kind of "there is no road in the world, and it becomes when there are more people walking"——

Dirt road. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The dirt road is dotted with small flowers that cannot be named, and occasionally you can see large grasses, or smooth stone piers, or clusters of fiery red maple branches popping out in the sun, but other than that, only bamboo shoots remain.

The bamboo shoots of Tianzhu Mountain are different from other places, and they rush out all year round, digging stubble after stubble, just walking on the path, you can smell the mud brought out by the bamboo shoots on both sides when they break the ground, or hear the sound of bamboo shoots squirming when they pull branches.

Song Ming's ears are bright and clear, his nose is as sharp as a dog, these small movements naturally can't escape his facial features, he looks while walking, listens while walking, the forest breeze blows his face, the fragrance enters his nose, and he walks more and more slowly.

Song Dabao stopped in front:

Zhao Xiaochuan disagreed:

"You just want to eat, you would rather eat without meat, than live without bamboo, you know what, this is called poetic dwelling."

Song Dabao glanced at him:

"Your sister, I'm almost late."

Song Ming didn't say a word, only smiled, and quickly followed the footsteps of the two and walked towards the depths of the bamboo forest.

……

The dojo of the Wind Flow Dao is called the Valley of the Wind, and it is more than two miles away from the dormitory of the disciples of this Dao, and as soon as Song Ming raised the pace, the bamboo forest came to an abrupt end.

A huge canyon blocked their way.

Song Ming stood on the edge of the cliff, looked down, the whole canyon was almost shrouded in mist, the fog was quite magical, said light not light, said thick or not, light and thick, with the wind, even if there is a mountain wind blowing, even if there is a sun shining, it still makes people unable to see the bottom at a glance.

Although I am surprised, I am also a little worried:

"There's no way, how do you get there?"

Song Dabao smiled:

"What is going on, it's here."

Song Ming was surprised:

"And that's it...... So how does it go down? ”

Song Dabao and Zhao Xiaochuan laughed without saying a word, pinched their hands and chanted, pulled out the Dao sword one by one, and stepped on it respectively, at the same time, the two of them held Songming's armpits, and lifted him up out of thin air on the left and right, and then the sword rose, fell into the canyon, and disappeared into the fog.

Song Ming's feet stepped into the air, and he was scared into a cold sweat, but what made him feel strange was that although he was carried by the two of them, he didn't notice the feeling of falling at all, and he only felt that his body was very light, so light that he had the illusion that he could fly, and it was so light that he sighed in his heart at the magic of the wind channel.

In the depths of the mist, in the middle of the canyon, a square bamboo platform built on both sides of the canyon appeared.

To Songming's surprise, whether it was above his head or under his feet, it was obviously foggy and constantly changing, but here, it was clear, without the slightest disturbance of fog, and all the corners of the bamboo platform could be seen at a glance.

The bamboo platform is very large and looks like it can accommodate hundreds of people.

And in the corner of the bamboo platform, there is a circular bamboo pavilion.

When the three of them landed, the bamboo pavilion was already crowded with disciples of their major.

Eighty disciples sat on the ground, neatly arranged, facing forward, with a look of seriousness in their eyes.

Song Dabao and the others put away their swords and led Song Ming into the pavilion.

At this time—

A man stands alone at the front desk in the pavilion:

"There are new students joining today, I think everyone has been looking forward to this for a long time, for new students, today is the first lesson, according to the convention, today's professor will teach in person."

However, this person is not a professor, just an ordinary teacher.

I saw that he was in his forties, with exposed cheekbones, a thin figure, wearing a neat blue samurai robe, and silver wire glasses in one eye, and he didn't look smiling.

According to Zhao Xiaochuan's whispered introduction, this person is the only teacher in the Merry Dao except for the professor - Zhong Zhide, and his cultivation is the Kaiyuan Completion Tribulation Realm.

The meaning of Kaiyuan's "complete tribulation" refers to the fact that after the failure of the Kaiyuan Ninth Order Tribulation, the realm reached by surviving is significantly stronger than that of the Kaiyuan Ninth Order (twice the Dao power), but it is significantly weaker than the First Order of Feathering, because it is impossible for the same day tribulation to descend to the same Dao root twice, so the Kaiyuan Completion Tribulation Realm indicates that the warrior career in this life will stop, and there is no possibility of upgrading the Tribulation.

Song Ming was puzzled, in his impression, anyone wearing a blue samurai robe at least had a feather realm, so he asked in a low voice:

"Since you haven't reached the Feather Transformation Realm, why is the teacher wearing a blue robe?"

Zhao Xiaochuan explained in a whisper:

"Because the professors and teaching assistants of the college, regardless of their cultivation, are unified in blue robes, otherwise if a teaching assistant like Mr. Zhong wears the same green robe as the students, it is good to meet the disciples of his major, but if he meets the disciples of other majors who do not know the teacher, how should these people call him? Should I call him senior brother or uncle? ”

"It's complicated......"

At this moment, Zhong Zhide's always serious face suddenly showed a rare smile that he couldn't help but rejoice:

"Before the master brother arrives, I would like to introduce you to the new disciples of this path - come, please come to the front desk."

When Song Ming heard this, he was a little flattered, nervously walked through the crowd, and walked straight to the front desk, landing in one step, and before he raised his legs in two steps, he suddenly saw a blue-robed disciple in the sky piercing through the fog, riding the wind down, and falling to the front desk from behind.

All the disciples looked at each other and were speechless for a while!

To their surprise-

This disciple actually has breasts!

This disciple is actually a woman!

That disciple doesn't even have Edgeworth!

This woman was wearing a merry blue samurai robe, tall and tall, with a delicate face and a slightly cold temperament, as soon as she landed, she hugged her fist to Zhong Zhide and said:

"Disciple Ye Lan, I've seen the teacher, I've seen all the senior brothers."

There was silence.

Ye Lan!

It's actually Ye Lan!

Senior Sister Ye actually opened the Yuan!

The crowd was stunned for a long time, and then there was an exclamation, and an instant burst of violent and flooded applause, that posture in Songming's view, like a group of **** girls suddenly saw the long-legged Oba, or the aunts and aunts saw >

Song Ming, whose right foot was hanging in the air, was stunned when he heard the word Ye Lan, and then looked at the person, Ye Mei was beautiful, tall, slightly cold temperament, and exuded a proud politeness-

It is Ye Lan without a doubt!

This guy will be in three months? Song Ming was very surprised, and also a little sad, he had been practicing penance for several years, but he was not as good as the sister's training in March.

"Why the gap between people ......"

He patronized surprise and sadness, but forgot that his half legs were hanging in the air, and his center of gravity was unstable, and at this moment, a gust of mountain wind blew, and he saw that his center of gravity shook, and the whole person fell to the front desk, and his head just fell to Ye Lan's feet.

When looking at eye level, Ye Lan's figure is under the loose Taoist robe, showing no mountain dew, which is a kind of artistic conception of "looking at the mountain is not a mountain"; At this moment, Songming looks up from the bottom, and it is another wonderful scene-

Look at the mountain, it's a real mountain.

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Preview: Chapter 0073, The Force Big Bang and the Seven Samurai of the Sun