Gu Yusheng gritted his teeth and walked forward.

He saw the back of the old gentleman reading a book.

Catch up step by step.

He didn't look back.

There's no need to look back.

But the green cloud ladder in front of you still has no end in sight.

Gu Yusheng only felt that his body was extremely weak, and the sweat from the pain stained his face.

Every step is so difficult.

"Why did this little loach stab himself with a sword."

On a cloud of wind, Mo Wanyun held her hands in her arms, condescendingly looked at Gu Yusheng, blood stained the young man's shoes, Mo Wanyun's original expression of watching the play was slightly wrinkled, she seemed to think of something, and her big eyes seemed to be thoughtful and reminiscent.

"I shouldn't have gotten rid of these clouds."

She said in a low voice, and then said to the old gentleman: "Grandpa, he is only one step away, why don't you help?" ”

"I can't help, Ruth has to go by herself." The old man twisted his beard with his head and hands, "Wanyun, at this point, you must also remember that the tribulations of youth are often the most valuable wealth in life, and you should not go to make clouds." ”

Mo Wanyun snorted a little arrogantly.

"Grandpa, you're here again, if you don't help, you won't help, a bunch of big truths, tribulations are wealth or something, I think it's the most empty, who has a smooth and smooth road not to go, but it is just no choice, you don't help, I want to help him!"

Mo Wanyun's eyes fell on Gu Yusheng's face, although she held her hands in her arms, she unconsciously pinched into a small pink fist.

"That would hurt him."

The old man's expression was solemn and he stopped his granddaughter's movements.

Mo Wanyun muttered and said, "Little loach, work harder, it's only one step away!" ”

After speaking, Mo Wanyun was afraid that Gu Yusheng would hear it, so she spat inexplicably, "Bah, why should I help the disciple cheer?" Oh, yes, when he enters Qingyunmen, I'll let him eat my little fist! ”

Mo Wanyun raised her head to the sky, but her eyes never left Gu Yusheng.

Call!

Gu Yusheng only felt that the strength of his whole body had been drained, and his sweat-soaked body became weak and weak.

And the Qingyun Ladder in front of him is still endless.

Is this the end of it?

Gu Yusheng looked up and stared.

His fists clenched again a little.

"For the rest of your life, you can't see the top of the mountain because you are in the abyss, and you have to go up and climb to the top of the mountain, so that you can see the world from the cliff."

"I promised my father that I would climb to the top to see, if I can't even enter Qingyunmen, how can I climb the mountain and see the world!"

"I care about the rest of my life, and I must do what I say!"

Gu Yusheng roared wildly.

Step forward.

As his feet climbed the new staircase, a white light suddenly appeared.

The old man reading the book beside him also fell behind.

The next moment.

Gu Yusheng was the first to enter Qingyunmen!

Qingping Mountain is surrounded by fairy mist all the year round, like a fairyland, the clouds and mountains are towering, and the dome is not seen high.

Qingyunmen occupies the place of the six peaks of Qingping Mountain, the huge hanging platform is flat and the six bridges are connected with the six peaks, the entrance is arched by the peaks, there is a thousand-foot-high ancient monument.

Demon Monument!

This stele is moved by a saint from the demon world, it took a hundred years to ask the world to carve the inscription, there are dense demon charms on it, standing in Qingping Mountain has been thousands of years.

It does not belong to Qingyun Gate, but to the three holy places of the Little Xuan Realm.

In order to jointly protect this demon stele, the three holy places each sent several elders to create Qingyun Gate in Qingping Mountain, just to protect this demon stele.

In the past thousand years, there have been countless big demons in the demon world, demon kings, and even big demon kings with the demon clan to invade Qingping Mountain, intending to destroy this demon stele, but they were all ruthlessly suppressed by this demon stele.

The Demon Monument is sacred.

For thousands of years, on this stele, there have been countless cultivators who sacrificed for the human race, their names have been admired by future generations, the world has been worshiped by incense, and the heroic souls have gathered in the demon stele, never reincarnated, and swear to defend the human race.

Even Mo Fanchen, a great Confucian from the Book Mountain of the Holy Academy, solemnly took his granddaughter Mo Wanyun to the Demon Monument to salute.

There were many elders and core disciples of the Qingyun Sect in front of the Demon Suppression Monument.

There is also Xiao Rang, the head of Qingyunmen, who has just come out of the customs to greet Mo Fanchen, and the Taoist number is mysterious.

These people are all welcoming Mr. Mo and his granddaughter.

On the contrary, Gu Yusheng was the first to enter Qingyunmen from Qingyun Ladder and was left out in the cold, not because Qingyunmen didn't care about recruiting disciples, but because of the name Gu Yusheng, the head of Qingyunmen, the elders and the disciples were not interested, and even had a lot of fun in the afterglow.

Gu Yusheng was left aside.

He felt the cold attitude of Qingyunmen towards him, especially one of the dozens of elders, Lu Chen's father, Lu Zhan, who did not hide his hostility towards Gu Yusheng, but he didn't dare to attack because he had to meet a big man like Mr. Mo, besides, there were many disciples outside the mountain who were trying to climb the Qingyun Ladder, and it took time.

Gu Yusheng's gaze swept through the crowd, and suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly, his thin body trembled, and his pale face revealed indescribable complexity.

In front of the Demon Suppression Monument behind the elders of the Qingyun Sect, a huge divine turtle had a sword stuck vertically on its back.

Gu Bai's sword!

The sword and scabbard were embedded in the turtle's back with supreme power.

This moment.

Gu Yusheng felt the shame, his fingers were deeply embedded in the flesh, and he was extremely bruised, he didn't feel pain, but he felt sad and complicated in his heart.

His father's sword.

It was even on the back of a turtle.

Gu Yusheng's mind came to mind that his father had carried a sword on his back for countless days and nights, he had always been clean-dressed, and he tirelessly taught him the truth of reading and being a man, and that gentle and elegant father who cared about the human race all day long was regarded as a shame by Qingyunmen.

It was erected in front of the Demon Monument.

"Grandpa, there's a sword here!"

Mo Wanyun, who looked curious, tried to get closer to the sword.

But he was blocked by the breeze with the breeze on his sleeves, and the elders of the Qingyun Sect seemed to have touched the taboo, and hurriedly persuaded each other.

"Miss Mo, this is a sword of shame!"

Mo Wanyun was a little dazed by everyone's behavior.

"Wanyun, come to grandpa, don't ask."

The old man obviously didn't want to mention this sword, and glanced at his granddaughter Mo Wanyun lovingly with a pair of eyes, and then glanced at Gu Yusheng, who was hanging at the mountain gate.

Although Mo Wanyun is usually arrogant and naughty, she is ice and snow smart, her soul is transparent, and she understands it at one point, and she noticed that Gu Yusheng, who was left aside, was at a loss, and the attitude of everyone at the foot of the mountain towards him before, she already understood the reason from just a few words.

Now I was woken up by a look from my grandfather.

Only then did she realize that this sword must be related to the muddy boy.

She saw that Qingyun's important people were surrounded by people left and right, and her demeanor was flattering, nothing more than because of her grandfather's identity, and the young man was left aside, as if he had been abandoned by the world, so miserable and sad, which made her suddenly feel a little guilty.

This side of the world is noisy.

Joys and sorrows are not the same.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone was currying favor with Mr. Mo, she slipped and appeared in front of Gu Yusheng.

"Hey, little loach, my name is Mo Wanyun."

Gu Yusheng, who was immersed in sadness, trembled slightly, he clenched his fists tightly, his lips trembled slightly, and after a while, he spoke: "Gu Yusheng." ”

"It's a very knowledgeable name."

Gu Yusheng said abruptly: "Yours too." ”

The corners of Mo Wanyun's mouth raised slightly, and she said arrogantly: "Hmph, that's." ”

She still wanted to say something, but she heard Lu Zhan, the elder of Qingyunmen, scold: "The disciples who entered the mountain, they all waited for me in front of the Demon Monument." ”

Mo Wanyun raised her eyebrows at Gu Yusheng, stepped on the silk shoes and returned to Mo Fanchen's side, yawning.

"Grandpa, I'm sleepy."

When Mo Fanchen heard this, he opened his mouth and said to the head of Qingyunmen, Xuan Jizi: "Xiao Daoyou, the old man has come here to wander this time, there is a lot of trouble, my granddaughter has always been happy, and she can arrange a quiet and peaceful place." ”

"It's my honor for Mo Lao to succumb to Qingyunmen, please!"

Xuan Jizi turned to look at Lu Zhan, and the afterglow swept past everyone and landed on the young man's body, his eyes revealed a touch of imperceptible complexity, "Elder Lu, please handle the matter of selecting new disciples of the sect properly." ”

Lu Zhan's expression moved, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he arched his hand: "Yes." ”

Xuan Jizi was half a step behind Mo Fanchen, and there were dozens of elders behind him, Xuan Jizi frowned and said: "Each of the six peak masters, the elders also stay, didn't you all like this link very much in previous years?" There are a lot of talented disciples this year, so you should choose them carefully and teach them carefully. ”

The main faces of the six peaks looked at each other, and secretly slandered themselves.

Look at the head of the house.

If you have nothing to do, you will retreat, and leave the trivial matters to the peak master.

When meeting distinguished guests, the core interest is to never let anyone get involved and get a piece of the pie.

That's a senior from the Sacred Academy's Book Mountain.

If you can give a few pointers in your spare time, you can avoid years or even decades of detours on the path of cultivation.

Although the peak lords and elders were unwilling, they still nodded with a smile.

"Yes, Senior Brother in Charge."

Mo Fanchen, who was walking in front, held the old book in his hand, but he stopped, pointed to his granddaughter Mo Wanyun and said: "I almost forgot, my granddaughter has also reached the age of cultivation, if you elders have the heart and this fate, just accept her as a disciple." ”

"What!"

Xuanjizi's eyelids jumped, and his gaze inadvertently withdrew from the young man.

The peak master of the six peaks was also stunned on the spot, but in his heart he quickly calculated the matter of accepting Mo Wanyun as a closed disciple, with their eyesight, they could naturally see that this little girl who looked a little arrogant was actually baptized by the book of saints, and was born with a pure body, such a character is rare for thousands of years.

"Mo ...... Senior Mo, this ...... Is it appropriate? After all, our Qingyunmen is just a guardian sect, a third-rate small sect, and we are afraid that we will mislead people's children. ”

Xuanjizi looks a little old-fashioned, and the whole person is also a little twilight, and he doesn't look very enthusiastic, compared to the elders around him, he doesn't have the momentum and majesty of a faction.

"There's nothing inappropriate, the old man remembers that Qingyun Gate also has a lot of exercises from the three holy places, Wanyun, who are you willing to worship as a teacher?"

"As long as Miss Mo is willing."

Xuanjizi twisted his beard with his hands, and there were many expectations in his eyes, Qingyunmen needed excellent disciples too much.

Mo Wanyun yawned.

There was some reluctance.

Suddenly, she pointed to the thin and lonely young figure standing with her hand, and the corners of her mouth showed a touch of slyness.

"Whoever of you accepts him as a disciple, I will practice with whomever he is, when he is down the mountain, his shoes are on my feet, I want to teach him a big lesson, and bully him every day!"