October 10 is the auspicious day of the zodiac for the Daomen of the world to accept disciples, and the next day is the sword sacrifice ceremony of the Qingqiu Gate, which is roughly the day when the Qingqiu Sect masters and venerable generations receive direct line disciples from the younger generation of registered disciples.

On this day, if you look down from the sky, through the thin and thin floating clouds, in the square outside the Qingxiao Hall, the largest Taoist hall of Qingqiu Gate, all the ancestral disciples of Qingqiu Gate are gathered, and the scene is magnificent. Even the crane that lives in seclusion in the mountain flies above the square, ringing in unison with the bell, which is an auspicious scene.

In the center of the square stood hundreds of registered disciples, their gray robes in harmony with the gray stone surface, their expressions solemn, their eyes blazing, and they all raised their heads to look upward.

On the majestic stone steps in front of the registered disciples, there are nearly 100 disciples in Tsing Yi standing in an orderly manner, and the sword-shaped front swing under them moves with the wind, each of them stands proudly with a sword, majestic and majestic, they are the true hope of Qingqiu Gate, the disciples of the straight pulse.

At the highest level of the stone steps, there was a straight disciple standing alone, with the long sword behind his back, the jet-black sword spike like a wisp of smoke, and his handsome face was favored and loved by countless junior sisters below, he was the chief disciple of Qingqiu Sect.

On the stone steps, on the left side of the gate of Qingxiao Palace, there are dozens of deacons wearing black robes, and on the right side, there are dozens of Qingqiu Sect's youngest generation of masters, and in the middle of them, there are obviously the most powerful forces in Qingqiu Sect today, eleven elder teachers, saying that they are the most powerful forces on the bright side, because there are still some old immortal elders in the door, but they are obsessed with cultivation and have long been indifferent to everything.

The head of the eleven masters looked like a fairy wind and bones, two strands of silver and white sideburns and a slender white beard made him look like an immortal, and the plain white Taoist Dayu on his body was simple and unpretentious.

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In a remote and secluded place on the top of the mountain, Zong Yang was sweeping the floor in the open space in front of the main hall with a broom in his hand, which was the only task given to him by Lu Guannan.

At this time, Zong Yang was concentrating on looking at the two rows of words on the side of the door of the main hall, entering the sword in all directions, and the sword intent slashed the sky.

This is the supreme sword path of sword cultivation, in order to cultivate the sword intent and be invincible in the Jue Ling Realm.

This hall is named the Tibetan Sword Palace, and what is placed in it is the wooden plaque spiritual position of the ancestors of the sword cultivators of the past dynasties. Since the creation of the Qingqiu Sect, the sword cultivation has suppressed the qi cultivation for hundreds of years, but in the past hundred years, it has withered away overnight like an epiphany, leaving only Lu Guannan alone to comfort the ancestors in the hall.

Lu Guannan came over with a bowl of water at some point, handed it to Zong Yang, and sat straight on the mossy stone steps in front of the main hall.

"Shall I tell you something about our Qingqiu?" Lu Guannan smiled innocently, and the two teeth just reflected the dappled sunlight shining from the gaps in the branches and leaves.

"Okay." Zong Yang also came over and sat down.

Lu Guannan scratched the head of the mushroom, and after pondering for a moment to sort out his thoughts, he finally opened his mouth, with a sense of pride on his face.

"Speaking of our Qingqiu, it has been more than 500 years since the establishment of the sect, and the first head, that is, the ancestor master, is said to be a Ten Directions Dao Monarch, do you know how powerful the Ten Directions Dao Monarch is? Anyway, it's very powerful, leveraged! ”

"I know that after the Awakening Spirit Realm, there is the Ten Directions Dao Monarch." Zong Yang heard Mu Tianshu say that he was clear about the several realms of cultivation in the world.

"What, in front of the Ten Directions Dao Jun is the Nine Directions Dao Jun, and then in front of the Eight Directions Dao Jun, this is all clear, you have had little contact before, it must be hearsay, wrong, wrong." Lu Guannan shook his head and retorted seriously, it can be regarded as a lesson for Zong Yang.

Zongyang Bao laughed, there was nothing to fight about.

Lu Guannan thought that Zong Yang had listened to the teachings, cleared his throat and continued: "Anyway, our ancestor is a sword cultivator, and the secret book he created is also based on sword cultivation, so he will set up a rule, our Qingqiu disciples must focus on sword cultivation, but unfortunately, this word will not be counted a hundred years ago, according to the codex left by an ancestor, at that time, the demon sect was rampant, and the sword cultivation that we Qingqiu could take was crippled, and the dead died, and those qi cultivators took the opportunity to cultivate the obscurity, and actually hid to practice the exercises of the outer gate, In the end, he also played a conspiracy to sit in the position of the head of the house, and after resisting the invasion of the Demon Sect, he went all out to suppress the sword cultivation, and in order to defend the name of the Qingqiu Sect for thousands of generations, we completely drove out our sword cultivation. ”

Lu Guannan was indignant and impassioned, spitting stars flying everywhere, Zong Yang was originally emotionally excited, but he was a little distracted by his spittle stars.

After a moment of silence, Lu Guannan suddenly looked at his hands and sighed: "I almost starved to death on the street back then, it was the master who picked me up, and the master told me when he died, if you don't ask me to revitalize my sword cultivation, I have never looked forward to it, as long as I live here for the rest of my life and ensure that the incense is not extinguished, I am worthy of his life-saving grace." It's a pity, I really can't do sword cultivation for decades, so I can only grow vegetables and raise chickens here. ”

Zong Yang was embarrassed, patted Lu Guannan's shoulder, and said, "And me, what's more, your qualifications are not bad." ”

The last sentence of Zongyang is not comfort, but the truth, after he danced the sword last night, Lu Guannan can quickly draw a gourd, which is already very good, in fact, Lu Guannan is too satisfied with the status quo, coupled with the suppression of Qingqiumen, this is obscure and bullied.

Hearing the praise, Lu Guannan's mood was certainly a little better, he got up and patted his buttocks, and pulled Zong Yang into the hall.

The incense in the main hall is not extinguished, and the Taoist furnishings are readily available, but Lu Guannan's manpower is limited, and those places that are out of reach, especially the top beams and pillars, have been full of dust.

Zong Yang looked at the stone statue sitting in the center in a daze, with a look of prestige, a look of pretend, a sword finger in his left hand erected in front of him, a long sword placed horizontally on his left hand, the balance was not different, and the right hand pinched the sword trick on his lap, the movement was strange, I don't know what truth the Taoist should be, and the momentum was very domineering.

"This is our grandfather!" Lu Guannan stood and bowed three times reverently.

Zong Yang silently stared at the long sword on the stone statue of the ancestor master, and it was very familiar, because it was exactly the same as his own.

Lu Guannan pulled Zong Yang through the main hall again, it turned out that there was a pavilion behind the main hall, nameless, and at a glance you could see the rows of spiritual positions placed inside, silent and solemn.

Walking into the pavilion, Zong Yang wanted to find the extraordinary spiritual position of the nineteenth generation head of the sect, but he gave up for a while.

"Looking for the nineteenth generation leader?" Lu Guannan is indeed not stupid.

Before Zong Yang could be, Lu Guannan pulled him and pointed to the portraits hanging on the walls above.

"Count the nineteenth in the past, and there are portraits of the heads of all dynasties."

Zong Yang looked at it in turn, and finally saw the master's grandfather, who was not half like the old way of dice, although it was painted according to the twilight years, the body was rickety, but the heroic spirit was not reduced, and he must be chic when he was young.

Looking at it, Zong Yang suddenly wondered if he should put the ashes of the old dice here and set up a spiritual position.

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In front of the Qingxiao Palace, the sword sacrifice ceremony has reached the most important moment, and several selected registered disciples will be listed, and the sword will be awarded by the elder teacher, which can be regarded as officially becoming a direct line disciple.

Under the burning gaze of most of the registered disciples who were not selected, more than a dozen quasi-straight pulse disciples proudly stepped forward, and the straight pulse disciples on the stone steps took the initiative to separate a path, and the elder master led by the head of the sect walked down the stone steps, and a row of straight pulse disciples holding cyan robes and long swords stood in front of more than a dozen quasi-straight pulse disciples.

These quasi-straight vein disciples did not look at the senior brothers and sisters in front of them with admiration, but stared intently at the long sword that was about to belong to them.

The long swords of the Zhimai disciples are extraordinary, because in addition to the high-quality material, exquisite forging, and sharp blades of each sword, the most important thing is that the sword body is engraved with a mysterious rune.

The way of cultivation is divided into the way of heaven and the way of Zen, the Taoist cultivates the way of heaven, and then divides the cultivation of art and the cultivation of runes, among the two, the cultivation of runes is the most difficult, the most obscure. Fu Xiu also has three points, namely the Dao rune, the instrument rune and the Dan rune, and the rune on the sword of the disciple of Qingqiu Zhimai is the instrument rune, which has the wonderful use of blessing the long sword to help the sword and the imperial qi.

The atmosphere in the hall was solemn, but a commotion spread among the registered disciples, and more and more eyes turned to a nearby place, and in the blink of an eye, even the straight vein disciples on the stone steps turned their heads to look.

Not far from the edge of the crowd, a slender figure wearing a registered disciple's Taoist uniform quietly stood, and a mushroom head with his hands in his sleeves squatted beside him.

The mushroom head had never been looked at by so many pairs of eyes, and the middle-aged Guozi face was even more flushed, and he stood up in a panic, hunched his back and hid behind the slender figure shyly and timidly, but lewdly poked his head out to look at it a few times.

"Why is the masturbation man here, the one on the side is his new disciple? Jian Xiu also has the courage to participate blindly?! ”

"Hey, why is that kid so handsome in the Taoist uniform of a registered disciple!"

"Why don't anyone come to the sword sacrifice ceremony?"

One voice after another sounded like a mosquito, different voices came from male disciples, and female disciples had only one voice, that is, "This named disciple is so handsome~!" ”

Even the senior sister who cultivated the Taoist heart and looked down on men and women and loved them like royal sisters, saw that this beautiful man was only in the painting, and her heart bloomed in an instant, as if she was several years younger, and she was not ashamed.

Zong Yang stood quietly, facing the complicated gaze cast by all the qi cultivators of Qingqiu Sect, he was unmoved.

At the highest level of the stone steps, the chief disciple of Qingqiu Sect moved his sword eyebrows slightly, and a pair of starry eyes looked at Zong Yang with arrogance and provocation, he didn't care about the below, but he cared who was the focus of the entire young generation of Qingqiu Sect, if someone competed for the wind, he would also care about those who didn't care.

Facing hundreds of pairs of eyes, Zong Yang even met the sight of the chief disciple for the first time.

"The one who carries the long sword is either a **** or a master above the peak of the Jue Ling Realm." Zong Yang smiled and repeated Mu Tian's famous words of going through the rivers and lakes, and his eyes burst with war. He doesn't like people looking at him from above, and he also knows that this person is by no means ****.

The sword sacrifice ceremony was delayed by the two last sword cultivators for no reason, and I thought it would be okay, but the sky and the earth suddenly darkened, and it turned out that black clouds appeared in half of the sky at some point, which would be swept by the high winds, covering the sun and covering the mountain.

Boom –

The thunder, which was more abrupt than the clouds, shook people's hearts, like the end times.

Lu Guannan's mushroom head was not chaotic in the wind, Zong Yang let the wind blow, raised his head, and what caught his eyes was the rain line in the sky, and a large drop of rain fell from the sky.

"Let's go, go back and collect your clothes." Lu Guannan didn't care whether the head of the crowd looked at him or not, bowed over there, and pulled Zong Yang away.

Beside the head of Qingqiu, an old man with gray hair and flame eyebrows came over and said worriedly: "Senior brother in charge, the spring thunder is the yang sting, and all things are revived, and the autumn thunder is the yin sting, and the yin things are everywhere, and it is the great murderer!" This sword cultivator and apprentice happened to appear again, will there be changes? ”

The head of the house smiled suddenly and said, "The former is worried, and the latter is worried." ”

The old man with flame eyebrows wanted to say a few more words, but he still swallowed his words, knowing that the occasion was wrong, so he retreated with a sad face.

In this way, whether it was the reason for the two last sword cultivators or not, the sword sacrifice ceremony of Qingqiu Gate was interrupted for the first time in hundreds of years since its inception, and all qi cultivation was drenched like a chicken in soup.