The wind and snow are silent.

On the flat snow, there are more and more footprints.

From the original neatness and uniformity of the road, to the current confusion and mottling, there are already many people on the snow.

The momentum of the storm was obviously not as violent as before, perhaps because there were so many people walking, and everyone was facing the wind, and the wind was like walking in a forest of trees.

A few people walk, the wind is naturally fierce, so what about many people walking?

Tianyu and the other three Daomen were all dressed in Taoist robes today, they walked in the wind and snow, Taoist robes fluttered in the wind, although there were hair flying between the temples, but the footsteps were not chaotic at all, and they looked very chic.

As the top young people of the Dao Sect, if such a wind and snow can't withstand it, it will be too unsatisfactory.

Hardly anyone is worried that they will fail the test, and their goal is always the last.

Vice Dean Mo once said that the rule is that you can only fight after the snow, so no one will worry about being attacked from behind, and whoever walks through the snow first will be able to seize the opportunity.

Tang Chun had already walked half the way in the snow, he didn't feel hard, but he didn't feel easy either. He didn't run as hard as the other competitors, his eyes were always on the straight ahead.

There are many people along the way with Tang Chun, there is one scholar from the Beili Dynasty, and one disciple from the Snow Mountain Sect......... Among these people, there was one person who caught everyone's attention - the little monk of Wuwu Temple was also there.

The little monk's name is Qingyuan, and he is the younger brother of Mingshan and the disciple of the abbot.

He was wearing a brand-new robe today, he knew that it was because the senior brother who participated in the Qianlong Test specially brought it, and he felt like he was a teenager and an old man, but since he was a disciple of Buddhism, he naturally didn't care about these feelings.

Before entering Yong'an City to compete, the senior brother explained him many things, and the most uncomfortable point in his opinion was to tell him to practice closed-mouth meditation on this trip. Closed-mouth meditation means that he can't speak, he can only appreciate Zen in his heart, so he can't say a word until the end.

But in fact, he really wanted to talk, he was originally an idle person. The master gave him the Dharma name to keep in mind that in his future practice, he should get rid of this problem, and he could appreciate the road of cultivation only when he was quiet and far away.

So until now, he has seen the majestic buildings of Yong'an City, the beautiful scenery of Shuiyun Street, and now he is fascinated by the scenery in the small world of Yew Garden, he wants to praise it, or find someone to communicate, but he can't, he just walks with his head down.

Tang Chun naturally couldn't see Qingyuan's inner struggle, in his opinion, the disciples of Buddhism practiced separately, although they were mottled, but they had supreme methods, and naturally they should not be underestimated.

This young monk was the first to enter the snowfield, and he has not changed anything until now, his pace has always been so slow, and the time and distance of each step are exactly the same, such a detail to grasp such a temperament, it is really powerful.

Tang Chun followed in the rear, he could walk in front at any time if he wanted to, but he didn't, he felt that this was a good opportunity, he wanted to see how the disciples of Buddhism acted.

There are few people who are as boring as Tang Chun, like Lu Yu and Ouyang Luo, who are both walking fast, and they don't know how difficult the trial ahead is, so they can't take it lightly.

Walking through the snow, one step away is another world.

The sparse woods suddenly became dense, and the branches were no longer snowy, but golden ginkgo leaves, as if the clouds had fallen into the world.

Vice Dean Mo said the rules, but did not explain the details of the competition in detail, the mountain peaks are divided into four levels, what does each level represent? Or what kind of obstacles are there? Nobody knows.

Everyone in Seifu-in didn't know.

...........

Bai Jiu stood under the golden ginkgo tree, looking at the world inside.

The lush golden leaves are intertwined with each other, like a fishing net covering the place, like a golden cloud and like a firework. The trees were also full of fallen leaves, like clouds falling, trapped in mortal dust.

No one can see this from afar, but if the site is wide enough and there is enough space to stop and look into the distance, you will find that the scenery is beautiful, like a golden waterfall.

This time Bai Jiu did not blindly move forward, he stood under the tree and watched for a long time, the sunlight reflected on Bai Jiu's face through the sparse ginkgo leaves, and it was a little solemn and holy.

Ginkgo leaves are indeed late autumn, so what is blood autumn?

Bloody autumn, killing into blood?

Bai Jiu was a little puzzled, he didn't take that step again.

Slowly, a lot of people gathered outside the woods.

Those who first walked on the snow have now come out and come under their respective ginkgo trees.

Everyone shook the snow on their bodies, and their eyes turned to the forest, although they were shocked by the scenery in front of them, but the solemnity in their eyes became more and more profound.

Tianyu thought about it for a long time under the tree, and as the only disciple of the head of the sect, he also read the Taoist books in his belly. From the first time he entered the small world and saw the mountain, he thought of something, and then when he saw the middle of winter at the foot of the mountain, this conjecture increased a little. At this time, he saw the golden ginkgo tree, and the cloud-like leaves confirmed his suspicion.

Now that he guessed, it was even more impossible for him to move forward blindly.

Blood Autumn? As the most murderous sentence in the four seasons, Tianyu knew that it would not be as simple as before.

More people understood the mountain, more people remembered that sentence, more people understood it, and more people stopped and began to be silent.

There was a crispy sound of snowflakes in the snow behind him, it was the sound of feet stepping on the snow, and Liu Ping walked out of it.

He looked a little embarrassed, with snow in his hair and shoulders, and the sword in his hand unsheathed.

He walked under a tree and leaned there a little weakly.

He looked at Bai Jiu, looked at the golden woods in the distance, and felt very melancholy.

Having lived in the warm and humid south since he was a child, Liu Ping has never felt this kind of cold, like falling into an ice cave or facing an abyss.

He looked at Bai Jiu and thought to himself, could this be the difference between southerners and northerners?

There was more noise in the snow that was getting closer and closer, and then three people walked out of it, looking tired, but not as weak as Liu Ping leaned against the tree.

The leader was a short boy in a black robe, who was supposed to be a disciple of the March Sect.

The three of them walked out, and when they saw Bai Jiu, the two of them were stunned for a moment. The short young man's gaze swept over Bai Jiu, and after seeing that he was wearing the costume of Qingfeng Courtyard, he stopped staying, and finally his gaze stayed on Liu Ping.

Liu Ping's dark blue shirt is indeed conspicuous, and his origin can be seen from the sea ripples above.

The South China Sea Sword Sect, one is a first-class sect in Central Continent like the March Sect, but compared to the entire five continents of the world, it can only be second-rate.

Liu Ping didn't even look at them, leaning against the tree and panting, while looking at the woods in the distance.

The short boy seemed to think for a while, the rules of the hidden dragon test, as long as you have walked through the snowfield, you can fight, and now that you have reached the outside of the woods, naturally anything can happen.

The three of them slowly walked out of the snow and then surrounded them.

In Bai Jiu's opinion, the best realm among the three is the short boy, who seems to have the strength to enter the middle stage, and the two behind him are at most in the early stage of entering the spirit.

The March Sect is really only a second-rate sect, and even if they come to participate in the Hidden Dragon Test, the disciples selected are so unknown.

Liu Ping leaned against the tree and was about to get up, when he suddenly saw the three people surrounding him, his brows furrowed slightly, but he quickly straightened up and patted the falling snow on his body.

The three of them surrounded and stood in three directions, each holding a sword, as if in a formation.

"The March Sect, the only thing that can circulate in Middle-earth is their March Sword Formation. The moon is cloudy and sunny, but there are only three people in the sword formation, but even if the three of you are proficient in running-in, you can only reach the strength of the late stage of the spirit now. ”

The person who spoke was Shiraku.

The short boy in the lead glanced at Bai Jiu, his eyes wandering, but he didn't dare to have the slightest malice. If you offend a student of Qingfeng Academy in Yong'an City, the consequences are unimaginable.

After being exposed by Bai Jiu, the three of them didn't say much, and directly drew their swords and surrounded Liu Ping.

The thin boy deliberately kept his tone very cold, and then said, "Either quit well, or carry it out." ”

Liu Ping raised his eyebrows slightly.

Bai Jiu asked, "Need help?" ”

Liu Ping shook his head with a smile, and then drew his sword.

The blue light like the waves of the sea instantly filled the people under the forest, echoing the golden fireworks in the forest.

"It seems to be flattened."

There was a wind blowing, and Bai Jiu smelled a hint of saltiness.

The wind and snow were forced to blow in both directions because of the majestic waves, and a flat straight line appeared in the snow. The bare earth still smells wet, like a newborn baby. But it is not complete, and in the middle of that straight line, there is a straight line, which is the sword mark.

The scene looked strange and regular, and there were still students in the snow who had not yet come out, and they looked at what was happening in front of them with a look of surprise.

Bai Jiu didn't look back, but his hand was already on the sword.

The sword light and sword shadow have no sword light.

Chivalrous feelings are actually group fights.

But this battle does not need to be seen at all to know who will win.

One lay down in the snow, pulling a long line of snow.

One fell under the old tree, and the golden color of the tree shook off one after another.

Liu Ping held the sword and put it on the neck of the short boy.

The man couldn't say a word.

There was a muffled thumping sound.

The three disciples of the March Sect all fainted.

One of the weaker disciples received a sword wound.

Liu Ping put the sword back, and then stood forward beside Bai Jiu.

This time is short, and there are a lot of surprising things in the back.

This can be fought?

How is this person so strong?