After a hard battle, Yun Qian had already stepped into the Sky Realm with half a foot.

"What! Feng Yunqian single-handedly destroyed the Qingyuan Sect? "Qingcheng Mercy Wind Pavilion Master was surprised." It is said that he had a treasure and was born with spirituality. Shall we ......" an elder whispered in the Pavilion Master's ear.

"Shut up! No matter what kind of treasure it is, it is not something that our Qingcheng Mercy Wind Pavilion can eat. They Qingyuan Sect can't bear this cause and effect, can we definitely do it? Although the Wind Pavilion is all over the Listening Snow Universe, they are gradually isolated from each other, and they can fight for the treasures as much as they want. The pavilion master said solemnly.

"Now, Qingcheng is no longer suitable for your development, so get ready to set off to Shanshui City. There's a bigger stage there! Xiaoxue said softly. Although I don't know why you willingly follow me, I promise you that I will definitely do my best to cultivate and make you famous all over the world! Yun Qian looked solemnly and firmly at the snow flute in his hand.

Although there are countless vast and endless city-states in this snow-listening universe, Shanshui City is indeed the brighter one among the vast stars. And the source of this brilliance comes from the Shanshui Academy, which is located in Shanshui City.

In the splendid Shanshui Academy, countless young geniuses gathered here, unleashing their talents, and eventually becoming giants of all parties.

No matter which sect's struggle is fought, it will not affect Shanshui Academy, because the forces that oppose Shanshui Academy will either disappear or have no land. The hidden power of Shanshui Academy's operation for thousands of years is enough to make the world tremble.

When you first enter Shanshui City, the first thing that catches your eye is a huge statue. I saw an old man sitting on the ground wearing a Taoist robe, his left foot bent up in a squatting shape, his right foot stretched forward and bent to the front body, his left hand was placed flat on his knees, his right hand was on his right hand, his index finger and little finger leaned forward slightly, as if he could play a bullet, his face was rich and round, his eyes were deep, his ears were hanging down his shoulders, his face was smiling, his long hair was fluttering, and he was very fairy.

This is Lao Tzu, the creator of the Tao Sutra. His scriptures are regarded as the world's first mental method by Shanshui Academy, and only the dean level can be observed.

"Admission is subject to a test." It was an old janitor who spoke, but for some reason he had an indescribable sense of majesty. "Please lead the way." Yun Qian looked at the old man with a smile on his face. "The young man is quite sensible." The old man smiled bitterly, "I'm really just a janitor!" ”

"That's how most big guys talk, I understand, I understand." Yun Qian quietly took out a ring and quietly put it in the old man's hand, "Trouble lead the way, the scholar must join the Academy of Literature and learn to pretend, oh, no, it is to study literature." ”

The old man was speechless. "Go in by yourself, this is the assessment place of the Academy of Letters."

Yun Qian walked into the hall with a flute in his hand and a brisk pace, as if he had noticed something wrong, and suddenly raised his head and looked at the examiner. Suddenly, his face darkened.

"Young man, we meet again." The old janitor smiled and beckoned to Yun Qian.

"Young man, you are mysterious." The old man paused, "Although the old man can't see through your life, he can feel the extraordinaryness of the flute in your hand." ”

"You, you, you, you, are you destined to know the realm?" Yun Qian's mouth opened wide.

Above the volley is the breaking of the sky, above the breaking of the sky is creation, and above creation is destiny.

The old man paced in front of Yun Qian and took out a golden token with the word good water engraved on it. "This is the Shanshui Order, which symbolizes the identity of the dean of the Academy of Literature as a disciple, and at the same time, some resources of the Shanshui Academy can be mobilized, young people, you are willing to join my door."

"Although I don't know why, I, Feng Yunqian, am a person who knows how to repay my kindness, and I will definitely repay my kindness today in the future." Yun Qian's eyes met the old man with a determined look.

The old man smiled with satisfaction, patted Yun Qian's shoulder, a dazzling white light flashed, and when he opened his eyes again, what caught his eye was a cave mansion that was perfectly integrated with the mountains and rivers. The cave is located between the cliffs, there are streams and waterfalls interspersed, and at the same time, there are stone pavilions and pavilions carved out on the cliffs, quiet and without losing the atmosphere, magnificent and not abrupt.

After cleaning up, Yun Qian said goodbye to the old man, planning to go around and familiarize himself with the map.