The years have passed, and half a month has passed in a blink of an eye, and I have not seen the ancestor to summon me, and it is estimated that I have not yet left the customs. Dumb these days are rare to be free, but there is always a chance to meet Qiao'er in the middle of the day, a little man and a little girl, when they are together, it is inevitable to talk and laugh, and they really can't get on the stage.

The mountain is high and sparsely populated, and the inner disciples are pure and have few desires, even if they are not in retreat, they are not much different from retreat, and there is a huge flying pavilion, plus a Taoist boy like Qiao'er, but there are only about 200 people, and the vast majority of people choose to cultivate in the inner room. The senior brothers Dumb has seen in the past few days are really limited, and even if the inner disciples still live in Feilai Pavilion, most of them are old masters who are over half a hundred years old. In addition to being surprised that Dumb is so young, those old masters are still unsure of his identity, and there are always some ways to hire people who are so exceptional. Some senior brothers even laughed secretly in their hearts, this kid is not a relative of the head of the sect, anyway, on the day of Dabi, it is necessary to see the real ability, and at that time, don't show your stuffing yourself, so that the head of the sect is ugly.

In addition to asking Qiao'er about everything, Dumb was happiest than going to the library to borrow the classics in the door. For thousands of years, the collection of books in the door can be described as vast as a sea of smoke, except for the five volumes of the first cloud decision of the founding patriarch, the other books are actually the only fragments collected by the descendants of the world, or the whimsical ideas of the door method, or the record of another way, which has been copied by later generations to survive in the world. Dumbfounded, I chose some old ones to see.

Just like the one in his hand now, it was a diary written by an inner disciple 800 years ago, which recorded some interesting stories and practice experiences in the door. This senior's grammar is smooth, and the chapters are connected, like a coherent story, which describes the bits and pieces of his life and cultivation after he became an inner disciple, which can be described as very detailed, and very interesting.

One of them wrote: Today I finally reached the peak of the fifth layer, and the barriers in my body were as heavy as the door opened, without any delay, caused by my thoughts, and the five weeks of my luck were only between breaths, and my heart was not happy. Suddenly realized, the first cloud decision written by the founder of the mountain seems to have a follow-up, it should be more than these five volumes, and the eight veins of the strange meridians in the body are only five veins, which is quite incomprehensible.

Then there were more than a dozen articles, and suddenly wrote: Today I finally learned from the mouth of the master that the original ancestor of the mountain was indeed six volumes, listening to what his teacher said, the last volume of the recorded exercises should be "Qinglian Secret Realm", but since I sent the second generation of the master, somehow there are only five volumes left, which can't help but make people feel suffocated.

Dumb couldn't help but be moved when he saw this, and hurriedly searched for it quickly with a glance and ten lines. I saw that it was Kankan curly tail, and there were a few lines of records: In the past few days, I was puzzled in my heart, since it was named Qinglian Secret Realm, whether it had anything to do with Qinglian Peak. Today, I discussed this matter with the Blue Lotus Peak Lord Bibo Fairy, and listened to her tell me.

It turned out that on the same day, the patriarch of the mountain opened the mountain to comprehend the jade of the Jindan Cave and seemed to have an understanding, and suddenly opened the mouth plug under the Qinglian Peak, and the miracle was great, so it was named. But where is this last exercise, whether it is hidden in the Qinglian Peak, the descendants have also dug three feet into the ground and cannot get it, since the former ancestor ascended to the immortal, four hundred years have passed, and the existing people have no way of knowing.

When Dumb saw this, he was so excited that he threw away the log, and said to himself: It's something like a mirror again. It was late at night, and Dumb was all about the sky, and the first clouds in his body gradually forgot about it, and the matter was put aside.

Zhu Zhenren, the master of Zixia Observatory, didn't know whether he was happy or worried these days, but he finally picked up a brilliant apprentice, made a recommendation, and showed his face in front of Ling Yun, the head of the Nine Gates. Unfortunately, when the head of the sect and several elders went into retreat, the matter was not resolved.

In recent years, the talents of the Immortal Sword Sect have withered, but the entrance ceremony of the inner disciples has become more and more grand. As the guide of Dumb, no matter how he should be praised in public, or he proposed to the sect before: expanding the scale of Zixia Temple, opening up sources and reducing expenditure, etc., it may not be said that he should also pass it.

Thinking of this, a smug smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth. At that time, I will truly be one of the Twelve Peak Masters. As long as you are on an equal footing with those grand views, even if you die here, your life will not be in vain. But this is also risky, I hope that the sect will value Dumb more, and the sect will not cross the river and tear down the bridge.

At this time, Wang Zhenren, the deacon on the side, seemed to think of him as well, and said: "With Senior Brother's many years of experience in the sect, how does Dumb at this time compare with the head of the sect back then? If I am not mistaken, I should be slightly better. Senior brother, don't worry, although this dumb man has been here for a short time, he doesn't look like an ungrateful person in his actions, and if he can really achieve the avenue in the future, he should live up to my feelings of Zixia." Saying this, the two old men glanced at each other and said in their hearts: I hope so.

It is said that in the early morning of this day, Qiao'er served Dumb for breakfast, and Dumb pulled Qiao'er to eat together, and the two gossiped for a while, and Qiao'er went.

Dumb stepped out of the stone room, from the edge of the cliff, at this time the breeze was blowing on his face, and the fog was dissipating, and he was in a good mood. From a distance, the twelve peaks of the Immortal Sword Sect are in full view, with mountains and mountains, reckless and firm, or sudden growth, or gentle and graceful, but Qinglian Peak is still shrouded in faint clouds. Under the light of the morning sun, the green lotus peak is like the throne of Guanyin, half-open is not opened, what is more rare is that the main peak that resembles a lotus canopy is green, and the eight peaks around are closely accompanied by no grass, and the lotus lantern in the dumb stone room reflects each other vividly.

At this moment, I suddenly remembered the two daughters by the stream that day, I am afraid that they must be the disciples of the Qinglian Peak Lord Shangguan Fairy, I don't know if they still remember the appointment with themselves that day. Since entering the sect, he has never studied with his peers, and the two-month period is fleeting, so I have to find some books to read today. It's good to sharpen the gun in battle, even if you can't show your face in front of the second daughter, you can't lose your share.

Thinking of this, Dumb hurriedly walked into the library pavilion, asked Luo Zhenren to pick him up, and walked through the Sanjin Cave Mansion to the bookshelf where the classics were displayed. At this time, there was already a person in the cave, with crane hair in green clothes and a dignified appearance. Dumb didn't take his heart away, just gave a deep salute, the old man held the scroll in his right hand, and responded with a slight bow, but his eyes did not come, as if he was seeing a critical place. Dumb didn't bother, and he didn't talk, so he went to find the classics. In a trance, it seems that there is more smoker in the house than before, and the green smoke is refreshing.

Dumb opened a volume of internal test logs for nearly a hundred years, and the first few chapters described the results of the internal test, as if a senior named Huainanzi was overwhelmed by the crowd, and what he used was an iron sword, and the sword qi shrouded a square circle, which was comparable to the peak strength of the fourth layer of the Chuyun Decision. How to win, there is also a description in the log, the opponent forcibly entered the range of sword qi, the sword in his hand was shaken away, and he jumped out of the circle and automatically admitted defeat.

Flipping through the logs in turn, I came to the big exam of the sect eight years ago, and it was recorded in the volume: Liu Ruyi, a disciple of the inner door, and the senior brother of Sunset Peak are also, standing with a sword, breaking through twelve levels in a row, and the last one is a single five people. The sun sets and the sky is full of sunset, and there is no one in the lone ring, and there is no one in the single ring, the willow is like a madman, the upper body clothes are broken, the long hair is scattered, and the sword qi in his hand is vertical and horizontal, and no one dares to approach his ten zhang square. The long sword passed through, painted the ground as a prison, faintly accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, and the five enemies were blown away thirty paces away, and the viewers were all moved...... Yunyun. It seems that the person who wrote this diary has great admiration for Liu Ru, although there are only a few lines, but it can't help but make people fascinated.

Flying sand and rocks, painting the ground as a prison, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, what a might. His own water moon slash is silent and invisible, and the momentum is quite inferior. Thinking of this, Dumb put his hands on his back, looked up at the sky, thought hard, stretched out his right hand or fist or palm gesture, hoping to make some flying sand and rocks, lightning and thunder or something, and unconsciously outside the object, I don't know where I am.

Suddenly: "Young man, this is the Library Pavilion, but it is not a martial arts training ground, be careful about the hard work of those predecessors." It was the old man who spoke. Dumb held his mind and hurriedly saluted: "The younger generation admires the demeanor of the predecessors, and I don't feel that I am shaking, and I hope to forgive me for disturbing the seniors to read the papers." "I just saw that you were looking through the internal test log of this Jiazi, where you see, let's listen to it." The old man, with a majestic figure and a straight waist, a calm and firm voice, has his own majesty. Dumb didn't think much about it, and replied truthfully: "According to this log, in the past, the sunset peak willow was alone in twelve formations, fighting with swords and horizontals, faintly with the sound of wind and thunder, and flying sand and rocks within ten zhang, this kind of momentum is really sighing."

"Hmph!" the old man chuckled, "what's so difficult about this, the experience of life is only unfinished, and nothing can be done." Come with me, boy." Ignoring Dumb as he spoke, he walked out of the library with his hands in his hands and went to a corridor.

Taken by the old man's powerful aura, Dumb had no choice but to follow silently, and did not meet others along the way, an old man and a young man came to the peak. This path walks through the mountains, very secluded, Dumb has never been here before, there are several stone gates in the middle, the old man is familiar with the road and constantly starts the mechanism, the last stone door flashes left and right, and the eyes suddenly open up.

I saw a hall, about dozens of zhang square, green jade Tiancheng, a horse Pingchuan, the middle seems to be divided into two halves by yin and yang, the inner circle and the outer square. Surrounded by more than a dozen jade pillars, each thickness seems to require several people to hug. Between the stone pillars, the swords, guns, halberds, axes, hooks and forks are neat, glowing with a cold and cold light. The hollow in the center of the dome is flooded with sunlight, and the hall is quite bright. The old man stepped forward, picked out a green steel long sword, carried a sword flower behind him, walked to the center of yin and yang, and said to Dumb: "Boy!

I saw that the sword blade in the old man's hand flipped over, and slashed down, and a light blue sword qi broke out of the air, and a little spark crossed the ground, only to see jade chips flying sideways. The old man's clothes fluttered, and he turned around in the air, and the sword followed him, covering the old man's figure with a sword shadow, and there seemed to be a thunderstorm in the air, driving the air around him to break and scatter in all directions. Dumb stood at the door, led out of the door by the might, and had to resist it before he could stand firm. Seeing that Dumb was not pushed out of the door, the old man was not surprised, and inserted his sword into the ground, which was amazingly powerful. shouted at Dumb, "It's your turn—boy!"

Dumb didn't answer, and slowly walked to the center of the hall, recalling in his mind that the old man made a move just now, pulled out the green steel sword and compared, and felt that it was not very convenient. Walked back and changed a short axe, the short axe was originally a pair, the whole body of steel made of hands is quite heavy, Dumb only took one, quickly came to the center of the hall, turned over and came to a force to split Huashan. Which Cheng wanted to use too much force, but the short axe flew out of his hand, rolled in the air like a spinning top, and slashed into the jade pillar twenty zhang away with a loud bang.

Dumb's face was cold, and he was not annoyed, and he used the Water Moon Slash with his empty hands to make a starting move, and the horizontal slash and oblique slash were demonstrated, looking at the sluggish and slow situation, which was slightly clumsy. The air fluctuated faintly, and the air currents were like twisting ripples above a campfire, streak through the ground with shallow grooves and a piercing sound like sawing.

The old man stood with his hands in his hands, bowed his head slightly, waited for Dumb to close his momentum, and said with a smile: "It's a little interesting, smart enough, but the heat is a little worse." Hey, boy, do it again, but this time faster. Dumb stabilized his internal breath and played it again, so on, faster and faster, but seeing that the true qi in the hall was agitated like a bellows, the water and moon slash was like a ripple from Dumb as the center, and it was stirred in all directions, Dumb couldn't stop it, it rotated like a spinning top, and the air around his body was like a cocoon wrapped in layers of body, and he peeled off in circles, and finally Dumb was completely exhausted, sweating profusely and sitting on the ground, panting heavily.

The stone door opened with a bang, and the old man walked in from outside, his hands behind his back, covering the missing two cuffs. At the same time, there was an uproar, and the rows of weapons between the stone pillars all fell down one after another. Dumb didn't know why for a while, but the old man laughed and said, "Good boy, there are really two hits." It's just that the posture is too ugly, and he is a logging guy. If outsiders knew that my Immortal Sword Sect had a person who could only play with a wheel axe, they wouldn't laugh off their big teeth. Tomorrow, someone will hand over a few volumes of body routines to you, so polish them carefully. The internal test is coming, don't be lazy, there is no reason to make those fairies laugh."

Dumb was also happy in his heart, and gave a deep salute to the old man: "Thank you seniors for your advice, the kid has benefited a lot, dare to ask the immortal long road number, and the younger generation will repay him in the future." When the old man heard this, his face sank, as if he was quite displeased, he turned around and left, and did not reply when he reached the door: "I am young, and I want to keep talking about the old master's style." Lao Tzu didn't teach you anything, but if you want to call me, just like them, call me an old man." After a slight pause, he said: "There is a courtyard one and a half miles left when you go out of this door, you can talk to me when you have time." Without waiting for Dumb to answer, he strode away.