Located halfway up the mountain, Tai Chi Square is extremely flat and wide, surrounded by some carved beams and paintings, antique pavilions and pavilions. And in the middle of a towering mountain gate, the pitch-black plaque is engraved with the four powerful gilded characters of the True Yang Sword Sect.

"On this Zhenyang Mountain, but the more you go up, the more majestic and rich the aura becomes?" Yueminglou stood on top of the square, and let out a long breath of turbid air in his chest, only to feel that the aura here was majestic and pervasive, and it was much richer than the foot of the mountain!

"Minglou's understanding is amazing, and he is not bad at all. Zhao Ye smiled, led Yueming Tower to the mountain gate in the middle of the square.

When the two of them slowly approached, the eight gatekeepers at the mountain gate who were all a little gray at the center of their eyebrows saw Zhao Ye, and they were all busy saluting and greeting.

"Huh, why isn't Brother Guo here?" Zhao Ye only looked at the welcoming pine of the vigorous cypress not far behind the mountain gate, and after looking at it for a long time, he casually beckoned a disciple over and asked, "Do you know where Brother Guo went?"

"This morning, Cai Kaihuai of the Hanging Pavilion came again, and he took Wu Xiaozhen to the peak together. The disciple replied respectfully.

"This is terrible! Every time Brother Guo is pulled up the mountain by Cai Lao Zhenren, there is no one or two hours that he will never come back!" Zhao Ye was so anxious that he paused again and again: "It is said that the birds who get up early...... Phew, Phew, Phew, I woke up early in the morning for the first time today, but I didn't want to be a step late!"

"We'll just stand here and wait for the little national teacher. Yueminglou didn't care at all, and still stood there straight like a breeze and a bright moon, but there was always a hint of sadness in his words: "I want Minglou to wait for eight years, where will there be a moment or three......"

At this time, when the True Yang Disciples' morning class was dispersed, the young disciples in gray clothes and swords walked out of a spacious pavilion on the far left of the square one after another, and then gradually dispersed.

"The snowy mountains are endless, and from here you go straight up to the main peak of the True Sun, and the surrounding mountain paths are the roads that lead to the other six peaks. The three-story pavilion over there is the Sect's Hidden Scripture Pavilion, but only the disciples who have successfully built the foundation can enter the first floor; if the foundation is built, the Great Perfection cultivation can go up to the second floor, and as for the third floor, it can only be up if the Jindan cultivation is above it!" Zhao Ye first pointed to the dozen or so sheep intestine paths around the square with his finger, and then pointed to some of the surrounding pavilions and those young disciples who were mostly light gray in the center of their eyebrows and were scattering away, and explained to Yueming Tower: " Now there are only four real people in the True Yang lineage, Qingyang Zhangjiao and Brother Guo are two old and young, who eat food and don't care about wearing, and the cultivation and teaching of ordinary disciples in the sect are mostly done by Elder Lieyang Zhenren alone, and after he gives his disciples a morning class every day, these ordinary disciples can practice freely! They usually wear gray clothes, and the place where they live is the cultivation valley over there, there are countless natural grottoes on the mountain cliffs in the valley, and the disciples either live alone, or two or three close friends together, and the higher the cultivation, the more they can live on the top. As for the few personal disciples in the sect, they all live and practice on the peaks of their respective masters! There is only one personal disciple of Brother Guo who is in charge of teaching Qingyang Zhenren; Lieyang Zhenren has a lot of miscellaneous things on weekdays, so he has never had a personal disciple; as for the Yuyang Zhenren of Jindan Nuxiu, she has received a few personal disciples over the years, and the little girl of the Feng family is naturally among them...... Hehe, they wear snow-white dresses on weekdays, all of them are like flowers and jade, and they are really eye-catching!

"Oh, so that's ......" Yue Minglou looked around, thought about it again, and said thoughtfully: "I didn't expect the cultivation atmosphere in the True Yang Sword Sect to be so relaxed......

"After all, eight years ago, the world was still in the era of the end of the Fa, and that was a full 800 years of Great Depression! Uncle Wu has been stationed in the Northwest Niangzi Pass to resist the demon clan more than ten years ago, and the Qingyang Sect of this sect, as well as the Hanging Pavilion Cai Lao Zhenren are naturally close friends, and now there is such a demonic existence as Brother Guo on Zhenyang Mountain, and the head of the sect is naturally as important as an eyeball on weekdays, and the rest of the ordinary disciples, he will not pay attention to it at all! As for the one who usually disciplines those ordinary disciples, it is the master of the Feng family's girl, the law enforcement elder Yuyang Zhenren! Zhao Ye suddenly saw a girl in white from a distance at this time, and after taking a closer look, he shook his head and said, "It turned out to be the eldest disciple of Yuyang Zhenren, but it was not the girl of the Feng family. ”

"Could it be that within this True Yang Sword Sect, as long as you become a personal disciple, you can wear white clothes?" Yue Minglou asked curiously.

"No, for example, the master of Qingyang Zhenren, he always wears a black robe on weekdays, and Brother Guo is his personal disciple, so he should have ...... And Yuyang Zhenren is usually dressed in jade and white dresses, and her few personal disciples are naturally all in white clothes and white skirts! But Brother Guo is one of the most lazy and harmful, and he always wears an ordinary disciple's gray shirt on weekdays and lies on the welcome pine over there to nap!" Zhao Ye stretched out his finger and pointed to the gray Taoist robe on his body, and said with a wry smile: "Especially when the sect recruits new disciples every spring, he immediately becomes a hundred times more energetic, and he slips down from the welcome pine without saying anything, and he will find a small piece of plaster to stick on the center of his eyebrows...... Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is not shallow!"

"Wouldn't it?" said Yue Minglou in surprise. He looked carefully at the welcoming pine of the vigorous green cypress, and saw that the giant tree stood proudly behind the mountain gate, the pine and cypress towered to the sky, among the verdant evergreen, there seemed to be a layer of nothing, and the brilliant charm slowly floated and flashed between the branches of the trunk.

"Zhao Gongzi! I haven't seen you for a few days!, but it's easy for the little brother to find!" At this time, a gray-clothed young man with a little red at the center of his eyebrows suddenly ran over in the distance, and he raised a hand to greet Zhao Ye from a distance, and I don't know if it was because of his slightly higher cultivation, after other ordinary disciples saw the bad guy Ye, even if they didn't talk about the tiger's color, they all quietly dodged away, but the gray-clothed young man's face was full of smiles at this time, and he clenched his fists vigorously:" In the past few days, the younger brother has not been assigned any procurement tasks, so he has not been allowed to go down the mountain......"

"Isn't this Brother Qu, why are you so anxious, but you don't know what to do with me?" Zhao Ye immediately showed a stunned expression, neither yin nor yang.

"It's the matter of asking Zhao Gongzi a few days ago...... the gray-clothed young man glanced at Yueminglou, although his face was born and his cultivation was ordinary, but when he came to see him, he saw that Zhao Ye was very close to him, and he didn't dare to be rude at the moment, and he also bowed slightly to Yueminglou.

"Oh! I've been a little busy these days, and I haven't been able to take care of your business. Zhao Ye waved his hand as if chasing flies while perfunctory: "I still have some things here, if you don't have anything else......"

"Yes! Yes! Yes, please Zhao Gongzi must give a few kind words to his little brother in front of Wu Xiaozhen!" The gray-clothed young man did not show any trace of annoyance on his face, and after bowing to the ground again, he turned back and walked away.

"This man is ......"

"That man's surname is Qu, and his name is ascending to heaven. The talent is still good, but for some reason, since the day he first went up the mountain six years ago, Brother Guo has never been waiting to see him. Hehe, since Brother Guo doesn't want to see him, I naturally don't want to see him!" Zhao Ye looked around for a while, and suddenly touched Yue Minglou with his elbow, and whispered: "Hey, hey, hey, hey! Finally arrived! Minglou, look over there, isn't that Feng Feifei, the girl of the Feng family!"

Yue Minglou raised his eyes and saw a young girl in a snow-white dress walking alone among a group of young disciples.

The girl was born very delicate, with a light red mark between her eyebrows, and the slim figure under the cover of the white dress became more and more slender and moving. She walked forward alone for a while, and suddenly saw Yueminglou from a distance, and a look of great surprise suddenly appeared on her pretty face, as if she hesitated helplessly for a while, and then finally walked over slowly, and asked cautiously: "Minglou...... Brother?"

"It's down there. Yueminglou bowed, but behind that humble and polite smile, it was even more of a faint alienation like looking across the mountains and rivers.

"After eight years, I don't know where Brother Minglou has gone all these years?" Feng Feifei bit her lip, blinked her big eyes for a while, and finally asked curiously.

"Oh, I'm not just walking around all these years, wasting my time. Yue Minglou didn't have the patience to tell her about her eight-year experience in detail again, but just said a perfunctory sentence.

"Now that Brother Minglou has come to the Snowy Mountain Range, he plans to practice in the True Yang Sect in the future?" Feng Feifei also seemed to notice Yue Minglou's coldness, and asked in a whisper that she wanted to speak.

"Let's take one step at a time...... Yue Minglou lowered his head and was silent for a long time, and finally sighed, pun intended: "Hey, the people have been warm and cold in the past eight years, and the world is hot and cold...... Ming Lou has already seen too many ...... Is there any delusion in my mind now?"

Feng Feifei blinked her eyes quickly again, but this time she really didn't know what was wrong.

The older you get, the more boring it becomes. Eight years ago, a pair of childhood sweethearts, now when they first see each other, they are relatively speechless between three words.

"Oops! Am I staying here now...... It's really a bit inappropriate......" Zhao Ye had been watching from the sidelines, and when he saw the embarrassing scene at this time, he couldn't help but smile and interrupted: "Why don't I go and hide for a while......?" No, you're not married! hehe......"

"Phew, I want you to take care of it!" Feng Feifei immediately glanced at Zhao Ye fiercely, bit her lip and hesitated for a long time, finally looked at Yue Minglou, and whispered: "Since Brother Minglou is here...... Why don't Fei Fei ask her master to accept Brother Minglou as her own disciple?"

"Yuyang Zhenren, as a female cultivator, should only accept female disciples, right?" Yue Minglou suddenly softened in his heart when he heard this, hesitated for a while, and finally said the relatively intimate childhood title: "Besides, when Minglou came this time, he must have met the little national teacher first, so he won't bother...... Fei Fei Girl...... Bothered......"

"Oh. Feng Feifei continued to bite her lip, although her eyes were full of anticipation, she never spoke again.

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