"What kind of swordsmanship is a good move, if you look at it like this, you have to look at it in a daze, senior brother, that Chen Wuji's double sword just now is too fast. Nan Huaijin looked carefully, the swordsmanship of these two people is very fast, the difference is that it is too difficult for the two swords to grasp the sword moves in an orderly manner.

Ji Xiang also nodded, the martial arts of these two people, just talking about a quick word, is already very good, but it is a pity that the double swords are too wasteful, it is better to make the sword with one hand, but people's martial arts cultivation is different, maybe it is the double sword, and it is also Chen Wuji himself who found a way to improve his martial arts.

It's still a little worse, Ji Xiang always feels that it's still a little worse, this young man's double swords, if they are paired with something, one day, they will surprise everyone on the rivers and lakes.

On the twelve prescription altars around, there have been successive changes, this day's kung fu, twelve prescription altars, day and day to change more than 30 pairs of disciple duels, Nan Huaijin has seen ten years of mentoring, the duel of the same door, the level of martial arts, in the past practice and competition, has long been clear, but there are too many disciples who went down the mountain earlier, and the teachers in each year are the most exquisite disciples who go up the mountain in the new year, how in the end.

The students and teachers are very satisfied this year, even Chen Cheng is also very happy, with a smile on his face, talking to the one-inch monk on the side, chatting about the past years for a while, and talking about this year's disciples for a while, I think this year's disciples are very good, and after only one year on the mountain, Wang Zhibo and Lu Qiong appeared two outstanding disciples, no wonder this master is so happy.

Among these disciples, most of them are asceticists, only Wang Zhibo spent some gold and silver to buy a manuscript of the art of war earlier, and this Lu Qiong has only listened to the Taoist scriptures of the scholars. Xuejiao Yueyun Palace said towards Xuejiao, the voice was actually not loud, but some disciples also heard it, and they all looked at Lu Qiong in shock.

Lu Qiong shrugged his shoulders indifferently, walked to his seat, and drank tea alone, he still had the will to fight, he didn't drink a glass of water and wine, and looked in the direction of Chen Wuji, but the people looked leisurely, his double swords were also put aside, and the position where he was sitting was also in a corner, what a strange person, even Lu Qiong was very curious, this person's sword was not a precious sword, how could there be such a character, alone, not in harmony with everyone, drinking alone.

It doesn't matter......

He doesn't care, what kind of master is like a cloud, in this outer gate, Lu Qiong simply doesn't look at others in his eyes, he works hard to make a name, this time he is a teacher, he has his own goals.

Those scholars and teachers are talking a lot at the moment, this Lu Qiong's true qi and martial arts are impossible to have such a height according to common sense. He only went up the mountain for a year, a year, how hard can he have the ability to do now?

You must know that some of the people who have gone up the mountain now have been practicing outside the gate for many years, and there are even more people who have been practicing for more than ten or twenty years, and now this Lu Qiong seems to be a demon, with mediocre qualifications, but he has made rapid progress, and a year's progress has shattered the ability of others for more than ten years.

The one-inch monk was kind and pleasant, and he didn't think there was any secret place, and said to these scholars: "You care about his qualifications, but you might as well care about his usual times, some people are like this, even if they don't work hard, they can also achieve a career, his martial arts are very solid, and the kung fu he uses is also a common sword move." ”

Chen Cheng nodded: "It is the martial arts of the Sword Gate, and the prototype is the scattered moves of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect." ”

What the students and teachers above are arguing about is not the same thing as these two big shots, but they all focused on Lu Qiong, Lu Qiong looked towards the high platform with some feeling, and saw Nan Huaijin at a glance.

He recognized Nan Huaijin, or when he had just gone up the mountain, there were also a few disciples from the outer sect talking about her on the side, but they were saying that her appearance was not like a woman in the world, but like an immortal in the sky.

Lu Qiong heard a lot of such words, and he also felt that Nan Huai Jin was very beautiful, but he also saw that Nan Huai Jin was talking to the equally beautiful inner disciple on the same side, and this inner disciple he remembered was named Li Wei'an, from Northern Liao.

"Lu Qiong, Lu Qiong, you came to this Qingyun Mountain to enter the inner door, you shouldn't think much about this kind of thing. Lu Qiong muttered to herself, laughed at herself, lifted the tea, poured the tea leaves into her mouth, chewed carefully, and swallowed it.

A year of teaching, the disciples who came up to compete, the martial arts are high and low, some stone altars are less than half a stick of incense kung fu to change a pair, and some are to duel for more than an hour, it is really similar to martial arts, but fortunately, these disciples on the field have some unique kung fu, and the disciples watching below are also attentive and dare not miss it.

There are special disciples who will send pastries, tea, and wine, and Li Wei'an took a jar of wine and asked Ji Xiang to leave before it was opened.

"Senior brother, even grab the wine from me?" Li Wei'an wanted to get up angrily, but with so many eyes staring at the high platform, he was embarrassed to get up.

When the teacher taught, the town at the foot of Qingyun Mountain is also much more lively than before, some visitors from the rivers and lakes will also go to the foot of the mountain, and those who want to go up the mountain will go to the outer gate, more, not only the scattered people on the rivers and lakes, but those famous families and the big faction, there are many children of the family on Qingyun Mountain, and there are several times more people who want to go up the mountain than in the past, so there are many more outer disciples at the foot of the mountain to watch, there are scholars and teachers who guard at the foot of the mountain, and they have not reached the mountainside of the stone steps, and there are also scholars and teachers who take some outer disciples to stay, and they want to go up the mountain to watch the famous families taught by the outer disciples, and they must bring people to get permission to learn and teach before they can go up the mountain。

This is like a gathering on the rivers and lakes, not like the martial arts conference once every ten years on the rivers and lakes, the inner door master on Qingyun Mountain is taught, once a year, in ancient times, the younger generation of the royal family will let them go to Qingyun Mountain to practice, until the Zhao Song Dynasty, the emperor of the Zhao family was not liked by the masters of the Ling Tianmen Gate in the past dynasties, it was the outer door, and the royal disciples who came in were only some side family members, and the number was small.

The first team to come up the mountain was an old man with a sword on his back, this old man had a bit of a fairy atmosphere, his beard was left to the length of his abdomen, his eyebrows were also very long, and the more than 20 disciples who led him were also dressed in general light colors and carried long swords.

When the scholar on the mountainside saw this old man, he felt that this person was unusual at first sight, and took the initiative to ask: "Learn to teach Liu Gan in Xiaqingyun Mountain, dare to ask Your Excellency's honorable name?"

The old man didn't look like a compliment, and said with a smile: "Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Great Elder Su Jue, on the orders of the senior brother in charge, came to meet the Lord of the Lu Sect." ”

When he said this, Xuejiao's complexion changed, not how ugly it became, but he was a little stunned, and then reacted back, and replied: "It turned out to be the great elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Su Jue's senior, who was disrespectful and disrespectful. ”

Na Su Jue smiled with a face, nodded, and led the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect behind him to walk up the steps.

The old man's aura was really unusual, and he could vaguely feel the sword intent on his body, lingering around him, without a shadow and invisible.

"I didn't expect such a character to come up the mountain today, I hope there won't be any chaos. The student whispered to himself.

Wanjianmen, also has a strong reputation in the rivers and lakes, and the Lingtianmen on Qingyun Mountain is different in that one of the two sects is introverted and silent, while Wanjianmen is different, it has a wide range of disciples in the rivers and lakes, tens of thousands of disciples, thirteen Jianmen, most of which are from Wanjianmen, known as Jianmen, and it is Wanjianmen.

There is also a difference with Qingyun Mountain, that is, Wanjianmen has a close relationship with Emperor Zhao Song, when Emperor Zhenzong was in power, he was in Mount Tai to seal Zen, that is, he was instructed by Wanjianmen to fight against the Khitan people of Northern Liao, and he also had to rely on the blessing of Jianmen disciples, and even some people in the rivers and lakes said that if it were not for the help of Wanjianmen, the throne of the Zhao family could not come so smoothly.

The two sects are like two peaks on the rivers and lakes, in essence, there is no grievance, Ling Tianmen on Qingyun Mountain is too ignorant of the world, there is no dispute with the world, and the disciples of the outer sect are mostly martial artists on the mountain, and they will not compete with Wanjianmen for fame on the rivers and lakes, what Wanjianmen wants is just the general trend and fame and fortune, tens of thousands of disciples, and the reputation on the rivers and lakes is the same, for them, it is not beneficial to be enemies of Ling Tianmen.

What's more, each generation of Ling Tianmen's descendants are strong in martial arts, even those disciples inside, they are also not bad, in their eyes, the sword gate is the same as the Buddhist sect Shaolin and Daomen on the rivers and lakes, but it is just a sect in the world, these disciples of Ling Tianmen, compared to the immortal sect in the sky, do not look down, when walking the rivers and lakes, they really offend the sword gate on the rivers and lakes, and they will not bow their heads to make amends.

This can be regarded as the great elder of the enemy family who has come up to the mountain in person now, and he doesn't know what will happen in his heart, but when he thinks that Chen Cheng is in charge of the courtyard and that Shakyamuni are there, he is also relieved, if something happens, it is good to have a big man on top.

There are still a lot of people coming up at the foot of the mountain, and you can see a lot of flags, some of them have big characters written on them, and some are the totems of the divine beasts with teeth and claws, and they have climbed from the foot of the mountain.

More than a dozen human-sized cranes stepped on the silt, no matter how big the wind and snow were, they couldn't blow away these cranes, on the ice lake here, there were outer disciples who took care of the cranes walking leisurely on the ice lake, throwing something edible in their hands, and some female disciples even raised the frozen pears on their hands and threw them over, these cranes were not afraid of people, and the pears that were thrown over were poked into small pieces by sharp mouths and eaten.

"Senior Sister Huo, will they eat this dried fish?" someone asked.

Huo Quyi also shook his head: "I don't know, you lose two tails and take a look." ”

The man nodded, the dried fish in his hand was thrown towards the ice lake, the dried fish was the size of a palm, and before it landed, it was taken away by the flying crane, the cold and hard dried fish still had a fishy smell, the man shouted in surprise: "This dried fish is harder than a stone, and this crane still loves to eat." ”

A few disciples passing by saw it and came over to remind: "Don't throw them too much, the cranes often go down the mountain to eat, and it's not good for you to feed them like this." ”

"These cranes are unrestrained, they go everywhere, maybe they just ate a big fish not long ago, you feed them like this, you may make these spiritual creatures bloated their stomachs. ”

Huo Quyi nodded a little embarrassedly in agreement, these outer disciples who walked by were on patrol, and when they were teaching, they were often afraid that someone would get lost, so these disciples looked at the teacher, one was afraid that the thieves would go up the mountain, and the other was worried that something would happen, and those guests who went up the mountain went to some forbidden place.