The annual Midyear Festival is a big day for the Shushan faction. The day before the Midyear Festival, each mountain sect will give its disciples a three-day holiday. In addition to letting the disciples celebrate the festival, because of this day, the disciples who traveled to various places to establish martial arts halls will send people to send back the ashes of the Shushan disciples who unfortunately died during the travels, and return to the Shushan sect for burial.

Bi Yike was very excited about this year's Midyear Festival. Because Lei Changye gave her a beautifully made electric candle as a gift.

A glass cover is installed on the outside of this electric candle, mainly to prevent the electric candle from causing a fire, and at the same time, the colorful coloring of the cover also obscures the true structure of the electric candle, so as not to be seen by Wang Mang's gang of guys as a traverser.

Just to make this glass cover, it took half a collar of gold cakes, converted into copper coins, a full thirty times.

However, during the Midyear Festival, the master and the master strictly forbade Lei Changye to give them gifts, and he could only give gifts to the little junior sister to repay the master for saving his life and nurturing grace in disguise.

Looking for a gift for the little junior sister, he didn't pity the money at all, and he made it to death. Like this lamp, he made two in one go.

The day before the Midyear Festival, before it was completely dark, Bi Yike lit an electric candle and suddenly illuminated his room as bright as day.

She dragged Bi Santai and Hua Luoyin into her boudoir to enjoy the lanterns together. When Bi Santai and Hua Luoyin saw this electric candle lamp, they were immediately amazed. They all thought about the usefulness of the lamp. If you have this lamp in your room, you don't have to look at the martial arts classics at night, and you don't have to look dazzled with the oil lamp.

On that day, the three members of the Bi family played the Lei Gong card all night. The next day, during the Midyear Festival, Bi Yike pouted and found Lei Changye and begged him to give her another electric candle lamp. Because the electric candle lamp was confiscated by Bi Santai, the reason was that the plaything was demoralized!

Lei Changye didn't say a word, and gave the second electric candle lamp that had been prepared a long time ago to the little junior sister, he had long expected that the master would come to this hand.

Bi Yike was so happy that he rolled around the room. Looking at the little junior sister's excited appearance, Lei Changye also felt extremely happy.

It's a pity that Lei Changye and Bi Yike's joy didn't last long, and soon, a long bell rang in the martial arts halls of various towns in Shushan. This is a signal to summon all the disciples of Shushan to go to the Emei General Altar.

The entire Fu Sect was mobilized. Under the leadership of the sect leader Dong Chou, the first group of Fu Sect's uncles rushed down the mountain and flew towards Mount Emei with light skills.

Then a large number of Fu Sect disciples rushed out of the sect at a trot, and when they arrived at the mountainside, they performed the light skills of Shu Mountain one by one - the egret crossed the river and headed towards the foot of the mountain.

Bi Santai and Hua Luoyin also followed the sect master to Emei first.

The last to go out were Lei Changye and Bi Yike.

"Senior brother, I'll carry you to the Emei General Altar. Bi Yike said earnestly. Today, the senior brother gave her such a good gift, and she felt that she was willing to be a cow and horse for a day as a senior brother.

Lei Changye glanced at Bi Yike's small body. She is fourteen years old this year, although she has been practicing martial arts since she was four years old, and her body is extremely strong, but it is the time to grow her body, and it is strange that she has carried him to the Emei General Altar for so long, and it is strange not to twist her spine into a twist.

"I'll run on my own. You go first. Lei Changye said.

"Senior brother, I can do it. Bi Yike proudly hammered his small chest. Lei Changye stretched out his hand to stop it, but after thinking about it, it was an airport anyway.

"I've made progress in my internal skills recently, and my light skills are no longer what they used to be. Lei Changye said without changing his face.

"Poof!" Bi Yike squirted. Senior Brother has spent all his life on external skills, and it is impossible for light skills to grow.

"Don't laugh, really. ”

"Senior brother, why do you still have to put on your face today?" Bi Yike asked curiously.

"Tsk, why don't you believe it?" Lei Changye frowned, "Why don't we compete once and see who goes down the mountain faster?"

"Okay. Senior brother, I was about to tell you that I just learned Ichizuru Chong, and it is much faster than the egret crossing the river. Bi Yike said proudly.

After all, she is a few little geniuses in martial arts training in the Fu Sect. At the age of fourteen, she reached the peak of the Three-Rank Qi Accumulation Realm, three small realms higher than her senior brother, and was one step away from the Four-Rank Solid Divine Realm, and light skill was her specialty.

When she was four years old, Bi Santai asked her to hold a little piglet and jump over from the top of a dove tree sapling at the entrance of Fu Zong.

When she was ten years old, the little sapling grew taller, and the little piglet grew into a big old pig, and then it is said that she was sent to a certain farm by the elder brother to be fostered.

She was also depressed for a month because she missed the little piglet. The elder brother made a delicious roasted pork belly for her for a month, which made her completely recover.

Since then, she has practiced dancing the tung tree with her brother on her back, and she has been dancing until now.

Light work, she doesn't lose to anyone.

"Ready, start!" Lei Changye rushed out of the Fu Sect first.

"Haha, senior brother, see you at the foot of the mountain!" Bi Yike ran through his feet, lifted his breath and lightened his body, his body rushed out of the sect like a bolt of lightning, and instantly threw off the thunder for seven or eight feet, twisted in the air, and ran wildly along the crooked mountain road.

The mountain road of Leshan stretches from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain in the form of a "zigzag". Along the way, Bi Yike overtook a group of senior brothers who were running wildly, and in the face of everyone's admiration and jealousy, he took the lead proudly and rushed to the foot of the mountain.

"Haha! I win-" Bi Yike jumped into the air like a lark, volleyed a beautiful spin, and wanted to make a perfect finish, but saw Lei Changye sitting on an evergreen stone at the foot of the mountain, fanning his fan, looking up at her.

"Huh!?" Bi Yike fell down in a daze, "Senior brother, are you here early?"

"Oh, little junior sister, how many times have I told you, walking the rivers and lakes, the most important thing is not to underestimate the enemy, do you remember the story of the tortoise and rabbit race?"

"......" Bi Yike reflected for a moment, she was indeed a little underestimated, but she didn't keep her hand.

"Let's go, I'm going to be late. Lei Changye put the pu fan behind his waist, stood up from the evergreen stone, and walked in the direction of Mount Emei.

Bi Yike found that his butt and back were covered in mud.

"Senior brother, did you jump straight down from the mountainside?" Bi Yike said.

"Haha, I didn't expect that. ”

The general altar of Emei is located in the Thunder God Temple of Mount Emei. From the self-cultivation hall to the Qingyin Pavilion, then go up to Hongchun Ping, climb the ninety-nine turns, climb to the Jiulao Cave and turn around to wash the elephant pool, and then climb over the Yama Slope for four miles to arrive. When Lei Changye climbed up the Yama Slope with a sigh of relief, the eight thousand disciples of Shushan had already gathered in front of the Thunder Cave Pavilion.

He was the last to arrive, as usual.

Under the gaze of everyone, Lei Changye had to make a look of shame, bowed his head and shrank into the queue of Fu Sect disciples.

At this time, it was almost dusk, Lei Changye came to Bi Yike's side and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Shhhhh

Lei Changye could only shut up and not speak.

"Dead boy, you can't practice light skills well, and let the sect lose face!" Bi Santai's voice came into the secret, "Bow your head and don't speak, the situation is extremely bad today, don't let the head take you out with a hammer!"

"Yes!" Lei Changye hurriedly said in a secret voice.

"Senior brother, something is wrong!" Bi Yike's voice transmission also came.

In front of the Thunder God Temple, a man who looked to be about thirty years old, with a face like a crown of jade, three locks of long beard, and an elegant and graceful appearance, was holding his hands behind his back and scanning the eight thousand disciples in front of him with a pair of majestic eyes.

This man is the head of Shushan, the ancestor of Lu Yan, who single-handedly created the martial vein of Shushan.

Don't look at him at the age of thirty, it is rumored that he is close to ninety years old, and there are legends that he is from the previous dynasty, and there are all kinds of gossip.

His current realm is the supreme of the ninth grade, competing with the heads of other sects, and it is rumored that his realm is one or two points higher than other sects.

Compared with the other seven factions of the Tang Dynasty, the history of the Shushan faction is relatively short and the background is not deep, but he alone supports the five sects, and the foundation of tens of thousands of disciples across the country is also an open-minded existence.

Therefore, he has always been Lei Changye's goal.

"Okay, it's finally here. The boss said coldly.

Lei Changye suddenly felt that the condemning eyes of the eight thousand Shu Mountain disciples of the Thunder God Temple were all focused on him.

No way, who told him that he didn't practice light skills well.

"Let's take a good look at the urn in front of the Thunder Cave Pavilion!" the head raised his hand and pointed.

Lei Changye hurriedly looked around: there were more than 50 ash jars of all sizes in front of the Thunder Cave Pavilion.

"Wow rub!" Lei Changye couldn't help but scream in his heart.

More than fifty disciples who went out to practice this year died!

Every year, the major sects will let a group of disciples who have reached the third grade go out of the mountain to practice.

Some of these disciples went to serve in various feudal mansions, and some walked the Tang Dynasty, accepting the commissions of the local regimental training envoys and soil groups, eliminating demons and defending the Dao, earning fame and remuneration while practicing their own martial arts.

Many ambitious disciples found their own martial arts direction in the process of training, and opened museums and institutes in the state capitals of the Tang Dynasty to further spread the martial arts of Shushan and enhance the influence of Shushan.

Generally speaking, there is a risk in experiencing the rivers and lakes, but the disciples of Shushan have the protection of martial arts halls in various places, and there are also disciples of Shushan in the shogunate of the feudal town to maintain them, and the mountain thieves and bandits on the ground have to give Shushan a little face.

Every year, there are one or two hundred Shushan disciples who go out of the mountain to practice. The number of disciples who died on the path of training was no more than ten.

But this year, more than 50 people died in one go, and half of the disciples were gone! The 50 percent survival rate is even more terrible than smallpox.

Deathly silence. The sect masters of the five sects were all silent.

In addition to grieving the death of their own disciples in their hearts, they are also afraid of the guilt of the master. After all, so many sect members died, and it was all to blame for the poor teaching of the sect masters.

"In charge of Mingjian, in the early summer of this year, General Xuan was destroyed by the chaotic army. The deputy general He Chang stole power and refused to pay taxes to the imperial court. The three towns of western Sichuan, Longyou, and the Central Plains lost their tax support from the imperial court, and were successively attacked and harassed by the three towns of Xihu, Nanwu, and Heshuo. The town officials increased their troops to protect themselves, and they had no time to govern the place, causing chaos in the world to gradually arise......" Qi Sect Xue Qingyi opened his mouth.

"Is this the reason why the disciples of the various sects should die one after another?" asked the head majestically.

"This ......"

"They are the inheritors of the Shushan martial arts, the three-rank martial artists, even if they don't have the protection of the Shogunate of the feudal town, and the care of their fellow martial artists, should they die in groups?" asked the head sharply.

"Tsing Yi is foolish!" Xue Qingyi said in a dumb voice. There was a hint of regret in her voice. A group of outstanding disciples under her command were also in the ash jar in front of Lei Dongping.

"Are the alleys of each sect in the general altar treasury?" asked the head coldly.

"Yes!" the five sect masters said at the same time.

"Take it out, I'm going to see it with my own eyes. The head said lightly.