Although the Wuwei faction is an old sect that has been inherited since ancient times, it has neither prestige nor influence in this Qingzhou realm, and even has a low sense of existence.

One comes.

The Wuwei faction has not produced a world-famous person with great power, although there has been a peerless Northern Evergreen over the years, but he has failed to cross the catastrophe three times in a row, and he has never been able to become an immortal, and he can't carry the banner, maybe one day he will completely fall.

Secondly.

The Wuwei faction doesn't seem to have a stunt, whether it's martial arts or swordsmanship, whether it's Danshu or runes, it's very mediocre, and even the Wuwei True Scripture, which is known as the treasure of the Wuwei faction, seems to be like that, nothing special, but all the disciples of the Wuwei faction practice the Wuwei True Scripture.

Three comes.

The purpose of the Wuwei faction is the word Wuwei.

Indifferent to fame and fortune, go with the flow.

And.

The Wuwei faction can be said to give full play to the word Wuwei, and the other sects are nine years long and three years short, opening mountains to accept disciples, and competing for all kinds of excellent disciples with spiritual roots.

What about the Wuwei faction?

Almost never open a mountain to accept disciples, who wants to accept disciples, go down the mountain by yourself, and find the spiritual root disciple is considered your luck, and you can't find a random disciple with mediocre qualifications to make do.

In other sects, in order to encourage disciples to cultivate, there is a small competition in three years, a large competition in five years, and a chief disciple battle in nine years.

What about the inaction.

I've never had any competitive competitions.

In the words of Bei Changqing, the Wuwei faction is all Buddhist cultivation, and they love it.

That's true.

Don't look at the Wuwei faction's territory, there are thirty-six main peaks and seventy-two slave peaks, which sounds very powerful, but in fact, most of them are barren peaks where no one lives.

Take Lao Huai Peak as an example, in the entire mountain, only Bei Changqing lives alone, and the sword immortal master he worships has disappeared for several years and has not appeared.

The other peaks are not much better, they are all withered, and there are not many disciples.

Sometimes Bei Changqing is very suspicious, how did the old sect like the Wuwei faction be inherited, this generation of disciples are all mediocre in qualifications, few are outstanding, he himself is also a Luthor who has failed to cross the tribulation three times in a row, his master and Elder Lei Hao's generation, there are many people who have crossed the tribulation and become immortals, but there are not many who stay in the master's sect, most of them are making waves all over the world, and they are all the kind that do not come back all year round, not to mention the generation of the great elder of the red heart, the door is not out of the second door, except for retreat is retreat.

Even so, the old guys of the Wuwei faction, the cowhide is blowing louder than the other.

Bei Changqing often looks for those old guys to drink, and when they get drunk, those old guys start to blow, inside and outside the words, the other sects are garbage, and the Wuwei faction is the most awesome.

What impressed Bei Changqing the most was that when he pulled out the Bingqing Jade Sword of the Qingjin Holy Maiden, the old guy of the Wuwei faction said that he wanted to take him and directly step on the Holy Land to snatch the Holy Maiden back, and he didn't know where those old guys got the confidence.

How capable they are, Bei Changqing doesn't know, anyway, the cowhide blows the earth-shattering sound.

North Changqing likes to do nothing.

Especially the Buddhist practice of the Wuwei School, he felt very comfortable, and it was very similar to his personality.

I have been in the Wuwei faction for more than ten years, and I have long regarded this place as my home in my heart.

When he returned to the Wuwei faction, it was already sunset.

A group of brothers and sisters are beating gongs and drums, and they are very lively, looking up, good guys, I don't know which two people are actually dancing lions and climbing the mountain.

"I said, junior brother, which one are you singing? Why are you still beating the gong to encourage the lion? ”

"Little lord, don't you know?"

Bei Changqing shook his head, he really didn't know which one he was singing.

"In two days, there will be a nine-year temple fair in Montenegro, and every temple fair will have a lion dance activity, and then all major factions will send representatives to climb the mountain to grab hydrangea. ”

"Is there such a thing? Why haven't I heard of it? Did we participate in the last session of the Wuwei faction?"

"Participated, let's go every session of the Wuwei faction. ”

Bei Changqing thought about it carefully, he was also in the Wuwei faction nine years ago, how could he never hear of such a thing, etc! Nine years ago today, he seemed to be in retreat, and he should have missed this excitement.

Looking at the cyan lion bouncing around on the mountain peak, Bei Changqing asked curiously, "Who is dancing the lion?"

"Senior Brother Tieshan dances the lion's head, and the hemp monkey dances the lion's tail,"

As soon as he heard that it was Senior Brother Tieshan and the hemp monkey, Bei Changqing was immediately happy, and said with a smile: "It's okay for Senior Brother Tieshan to dance the lion's head, you let the hemp monkey dance the lion's tail, can he bear it with his body? Don't you see the lion's two hind legs limping?"

"The hemp monkey has to go up, no one can stop it, and the guy said that he wanted to dance the lion head at the beginning. ”

"Look at him who is capable. ”

After about half an hour, the lion of Tieshan and the hemp monkey dance finally climbed to the top of the peak, the two looked tired enough, Tie Shan was tired and sweaty, and the hemp monkey was even more tired and prostration, it seems that this lion dance is really a physical work.

The two of them came down from the mountain peak, and when they saw Bei Changqing running over, the hemp monkey asked pantingly, "How is the little lord?"

"Senior Brother Tieshan's mighty and domineering lion head dance, why is the lion tail of your kid dancing limp?"

The hemp monkey explained: "When I climbed up, I accidentally broke one, why don't you try it?"

"That's right!" Tie Shan also said with a smile: "Little lord, if you come to dance, our Wuwei faction will definitely be able to grab the lottery this time." ”

The other disciples also agreed, and although the Wuwei faction went to the lion dance conference every year to grab the hydrangea, they never grabbed it, not even once.

Bei Changqing shook his head and said, "You can spare me, I have never danced this thing." ”

"It's easy to learn! ”

"That's right, just follow the blind jump, just like the dancing god. "That's what the monkey said.

"Come on, dance by yourself, and I'll cheer you on when the time comes." ”

Bei Changqing's heart is relatively lazy, not very suitable for the more intense sport of lion dance, you let him lie on the Taishi chair to bask in the sun, let him carry such a heavy lion to climb the mountain? He is too lazy to toss, although his body is very strong, infinite strength, but his laziness is the kind of laziness in his bones, the kind that goes deep into the soul, he naturally does not like exercise, and belongs to lazy patients with advanced cancer.

"Ma Monkey, when you go to the temple fair, don't forget to call me. ”

Bei Changqing left a sentence and left.

Return to Laohuai Peak.

Tinkered with some wild vegetables, concocted some spirit fruits, tore some pickled old bacon, and with the spicy and interesting elixirs he refined, he took out a pot of fine wine.

Lying on his back on the Taishi's chair, he drank and flipped through ancient books.

This ancient book was borrowed by him from an old man in the sect, and it recorded a lot of strange formations, like a formation notebook.

I don't know if it's the mysterious seed in his body that is also warming his head all the time.

Perhaps under the warmth of the infinite vitality of the mysterious seed, his brain cells have also been sublimated again and again.

Anyway.

Bei Changqing feels that his brain is getting better and better, and his comprehension is getting higher and higher, not to mention that he will not forget it, any exercise, whether it is martial arts, or spells, or swordsmanship, formation techniques, as long as he looks at it once, he can comprehend a lot of things, and even just by looking at it, he can get its mystery.

This time his physical body has undergone an incredible change, and so does his understanding.

Sometimes when he closes his eyes, he even feels as if he has merged into heaven and earth, entering an indescribable realm, which is a wonderful feeling, and it has made him gain a lot and realize a lot of truth.

Well?

Looking at the ancient books, Bei Changqing suddenly noticed that something was wrong.

With a thought, he took out the Bingqing Jade Sword from the storage wrench.

At that moment just now, he seemed to feel the Bing Qing Jade Sword move.

Airplanes!

Sure enough.

The Bing Qing Jade Sword really moved, emitting a slight sword sound.

Buzz –

The Bingqing Jade Sword continued to emit bursts of sword sounds, and the sound of the sword sound was ethereal and pleasant, quite good.

Bei Changqing was secretly surprised, it was difficult to say that the Holy Maiden of Qingjin was sensing her flying sword, or was it that her flying sword had already given birth to a sword spirit?

Since his Panmu Sword disappeared, Bei Changqing has been trying to communicate with it, but unfortunately, there has been no response so far, maybe it is too far away, or maybe the Panmu Sword was damaged in the Heavenly Tribulation, and Bei Changqing can't sense his Panmu Sword at all.

Buzz Buzz –

The Bingqing Jade Sword continued to emit a sword sound, as if it was calling for something.

Bei Changqing tried to sacrifice a touch of divine sense to probe, and faintly, as if he heard a voice.

"Is that you......"