The outer disciples in the sect are not as decadent and depressed as they imagined, but they are incomprehensible. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The sun seemed to be a little tired after a day, and it shook and prepared to set, and the afterglow of the setting sun scattered all over the ground. After a day in the stone house at the outer gate, I never saw half a figure except for the voices of the big man and the small man who made wine. It wasn't until it was almost nightfall that many people returned to their stone houses, which confused Aotian.

So he knocked on the door of the stone chamber next to him, and remembered that no one seemed to have returned to the chamber, and was about to knock on the door of the next chamber when the door of the chamber opened.

He pushed the door open, and a room full of books unfolded before him, a candle lit dancing wildly in the quiet stone room. He knew he might get the answer he was looking for.

"You are the one who crossed the seven-step bridge today. A woman's voice came from behind, and Aotian saw a figure on the ground, slender and slender, entering the boudoir at night, and his heart was full of apologies, but it was completely replaced by horror in an instant. He didn't even notice when the woman appeared behind him, and the candlelight in the room was faintly bright, trembling and trembling, as if it would be extinguished in the next second, and it fell into darkness.

Aotian didn't like this feeling of danger, and when he was about to look back at the man's face, the man appeared in front of him out of thin air. And the candle flame did not move.

Aotian finally saw her face clearly, willow eyebrows, red phoenix eyes, cherry mouth under Qiong's nose, and her face was delicate and not like a real person. Dressed as a scholar, she looks soft and weak, which makes people want to protect, but only Aotian knows how terrifying the woman in front of her is.

"I've never seen you in the sect, but I'm quite familiar with your Dao name. Four years ago, Guanshi Aotian entered the sect and disappeared during a training trip, when he was already 20 years old. And you look to be at most twelve years old, and today another teenager has crossed the seven-step bridge, which is quite similar to you. It's not hard to think that you must be this person. ”

The curvaceous figure walked in front of Aotian, leaving a faint fragrance.

"But I'm curious, with the strength of your swordsman's second grade, you can't fly with a sword, how can you pass this test?" The beautiful girl stared at Aotian with a pair of big eyes. So close, even the faint dark circles around him can be seen, and he wants to stop talking, not knowing what to do.

Seeing Aotian's panicked look, the girl laughed with a snort. "Little brother, sister is teasing you!" said the girl sat on the stone bench, a pair of long legs swaying irregularly, and the cold and domineering image just now was completely gone.

"If you want to know more about the outer gate, I'll be very merciful to tell you. Aotian nodded and stopped talking, the great contrast just now really affected his mind.

"My name is Murong Wanling, and I am an outer disciple like you, so you can call me Sister Ling in the future. The outer door is not as dilapidated as you imagined, although it is the outer door, but the hidden dragon and crouching tiger, the two people you see today are one of the more unique characters. Every day the sunrise Babel Tower will be opened, the aura of heaven and earth in the tower is strong, everyone goes to practice, and when the Babel Tower is closed at sunset, everyone will naturally come back. Murong Wanling's voice was particularly good, crisp and ethereal, but Aotian still interrupted.

"Who are you, and why do you care so much about me?" Aotian had a serious face, and he never had a very good attitude towards people who threatened him.

Murong Wanling's complexion changed, and she released her own aura, which was actually the cultivation of the swordsman's five grades! Under this kind of oppression, Aotian barely supported it, but the true qi was not running smoothly, and a trace of blood still overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Seeing the young man in front of him enduring the pain, Murong Wanling relieved his oppression and said, "You are a very interesting person, so I will pay attention to you, with a strength like yours, it would be easy for me to kill you if I wanted to." She said viciously, but there was a hint of complaint in her tone.

Aotian knew that he had misunderstood the girl, and he was not hypocritical, so he was about to apologize, but Murong Wanling raised his hand to stop him.

"There are at least a hundred people in the outer gate who are equal to my strength, even if they are at the peak of the swordsman, you are so strong, you must not treat others like this again. Aotian smiled and did not answer.

Murong Wanling continued, "Everyone has his own reasons for doing things, I like to collect information, I don't like boring cultivation. In the outer gate, there will be no inner disciples, because the rules of the sect do not allow it, and it is also to protect the outer disciples from being bullied. Outer disciples have to rely on their own strength to enter the Tower of Babel to cultivate, while inner disciples can directly enter the fifth layer of the Tower of Babel. My cultivation talent is average, and I can't bear the pressure brought to me by so many people, so I naturally put my energy into the places that interest me. With that, he looked in the direction of the candlelight, and the candlelight became brighter, illuminating the book on it.

When Aotian took a closer look, there were thousands of copies, and most of them had been turned into slightly outdated. He knew that this girl was not as afraid of the hardships of cultivation as she said, and that such a diligent person should have sufficient autonomy no matter what she did, perhaps there was something else to hide.

"Your realm is still too low, and the outer gate is enough for you to climb for a while. However, if you want to make a difference in kendo, you need to know the Shaoying Bang. Guanshi Zhengzong will hold a martial arts conference every year at the beginning of spring, which is divided into a competition between inner disciples, a competition between outer disciples, and the first disciple of the outer door can challenge any one of the inner disciples, and if he defeats him, he can be promoted to the inner door exceptionally. However, the inner disciples are all masters of the Sword Master realm, and it is more difficult to defeat than to ascend to the sky. And the Shaoying List is the ranking among the inner disciples. Murong Wanling's eyes were full of longing.

"Aren't there any outer disciples who have entered the Young Ying List?" Aotian looked at Murong Wanling and had some expectations.

"It is more difficult to enter the Shaoying List than to enter the Inner Gate, and there are 3,000 disciples in the Inner Gate, but only the top 30 are allowed to enter the Shaoying List. However, last year, the first in the outer door defeated the master of the inner door Shaoying list, but this person did not enter the inner door, the reason was that there was no wine. Murong Wanling's face was full of regret and hatred.

Aotian recalled the boy who fed the knife wine under the sun, not only Wan'er.

"Then who is the first disciple of the inner sect?" Aotian couldn't help but ask.

Murong Wan'er glanced at him, saw the fiery light in his eyes, and her expression froze, but she quickly came back to her senses.

"Xiahou, Xia Wuji. ”

Murong Wanling continued to add, "Absolute strength, dominating the Shaoying List for three years, three years ago, he defeated the first place in the Inner Gate with the Sword Master Nine Rank Peak Realm and won the first place. In the past three years, many people have challenged him, and every time he fights with someone, he defeats his opponent with a sword, and no one knows his true strength. ”

Every word Murong Wanling said was very clear, and Aotian was silent all the time.

After Murong Wanling finished speaking, she came back to her senses, only to find that the young man in front of her had long disappeared, and the door was closed, as if no one had ever come.

The sky was slightly bright, after the night.

In the stone room, the young man sat upright, his upper body was not an inch, the meridians on his body were glowing golden in the dim space, and the true qi flowed, converging in the dantian, like a river flowing into the sea. Qi is like a golden dragon, the first realm of the Taixuan Sutra, become!