At dusk on this day, Bei Mingxuan walked alone to the top of a hill on a higher ground deep in the bamboo forest. There are no towering giant bamboos to cover the sky, and the horizon is also broad.

The air is filled with the fragrance of bamboo leaves, and the clouds are haloed with the brilliance of the remnant sun, just like the colorful silk is more like blood.

Bei Mingxuan found a boulder with a smooth surface as usual, lay down and hugged his head with his arms, squinted his eyes and let the twilight remnant sun, and the warmth leaked on his face. The boulder that has been scorched for a day under him also exudes the warmth of baking, that kind of comfort, that kind of comfort can not be achieved in a few words!

Just as Bei Mingxuan was enjoying the sunset and preparing to compose a poem, a red light crossed the sky at great speed.

Bei Mingxuan's eyes widened, and he sighed in his heart: "This Cangjie Mountain is worthy of being called Xuanmen Immortal Mountain, and there are still people flying with the sword at such a late hour!"

There were six more bright golden lights flying from the distant sky, and to Bei Mingxuan's surprise, the golden light was followed by seven or eight different colored lights.

He sat up slowly, looking up at dozens of brilliant colored lights in the sky, like a meteor shower at dusk, which was dizzying.

These dozens of Xuanguang are all techniques used by qi vein practitioners to resist the wind in order to avoid the pain of foot strength. Looking at the dozens of Xuanguang all entering the Broken Cloud Pavilion at the top of the mountain, Bei Mingxuan thought to himself: "I don't know what happened to this Broken Cloud Pavilion? ”

"Xuan Xuan, you are here!" Xia Yao hurriedly came. Behind him, there is a woman who can make her heart pound, Ah Ying.

Ah Ying was dressed in plain clothes, his expression was calm, and he was vulgar and extraordinary. Both hands are carrying things.

Bei Mingxuan hurriedly greeted him, but it was not Xia Yao, but Ah Ying. Because for more than a month, except for the first time to deliver medicine, Ah Ying has never taken time to come to visit the two, but this time he came with heavy objects, so he naturally didn't dare to slack off.

"Sister Ying, why do you have time to visit the two of us today, come on, don't be tired!" Bei Mingxuan smiled complimentarily as he took the object in Ah Ying's hand.

Three or four red apples, half a pound of pickled vegetables, half a bag of raw rice, a pinch of candy, and a jar of sake.

"Oh, Sister Ying, you are so caring, I know that my brother is bored, and this time he even got wine!"

"It's bad wine, Master said. Ah Ying replied lightly.

Bei Mingxuan pondered in his heart, Zangfeng Lao'er was so stingy, if it was a high-grade wine, it would have been hidden a long time ago, how could Sister Ying get it. But it's better to have a bad wine than to have a bad bar.

Xia Yao looked at Ah Ying with a little confusion, "Thank you Ah Ying girl for being so entertaining, but why did Ah Ying bring so many things this time?"

"Tomorrow Huiwu, if you don't come recently, I'll tell you. Ah Ying replied quietly.

Bei Mingxuan, who smelled the fragrance of wine and was intoxicated, heard this, and his face sank for a moment, looking lost. He is a dignified young master, living and dying in this purple bamboo forest in the Cangjie Mountain, eating and sleeping unsteadily, what is he trying to do! Isn't it just to meet this stupid, stupid, shadowless and soulless girl who can touch her heart every day?

Now Ah Ying said that he would not come in the near future, how could he feel good in his heart.

"Sister Ying......" Bei Mingxuan wanted to speak and stopped, he wanted to tell her not to work too hard during the competition, and told her that the dragonfish on the Cangjie Mountain had been mixed recently, take care of Aman, take care of himself, but he couldn't say it after all.

"Xuan, Yao, I'm leaving. ”

Looking at Ah Ying's back walking a few steps, "Ah Ying ......"

"What's the matter?"

Bei Mingxuan chased in front of Ah Ying in a few steps, staring at a piece of hibiscus-shaped delicately carved warm jade hosta in his hand, "This hairpin is the only thing left to me when my mother was alive, she said......"

"Help me put it on. Ah Ying interrupted his words, and stared at Bei Mingxuan quietly without any expression.

The moment his eyes met, he felt his heart pounding violently, the ups and downs, the uneasiness made it difficult for him to breathe. Looking at Ah Ying again, there is no abnormality, quiet, quiet like water!

Bei Mingxuan calmed down, the corners of his mouth turned up, and with a slight smile, he carefully tapered the jade hosta into her silk hair.

On the second day, the sun was rising, and the Broken Cloud Pavilion was a noisy and lively atmosphere. The ten-year meeting was held as scheduled in the Yunyan Square of the Broken Cloud Pavilion.

Yunyan Square is the main hall square of the Broken Cloud Pavilion, in front of a majestic palace with magnificent and glazed golden tiles, four clouds and mist gather and do not disperse to form a high platform that suddenly comes out. In addition to the four high platforms formed by clouds and mist, the rest of the venue can also accommodate 1,000 people.

This meeting of the Broken Cloud Pavilion can also be called a grand event in Xuanmen. In addition to the Broken Cloud Pavilion, the Temple of the Dead, the Zongwu Gate, there are dozens of small sects such as the Reverse Scale Sword Village, the Xuande Gate, and the Fengluanyi.

In this meeting, there are a total of ten people in the Broken Cloud Pavilion, two from the Middle East, two from the Changling Department, four from the Shenggui and Zangfeng Divisions. There are four people from the Temple of the Dead, four people from the Zongwu Sect, and ten people from other sects, a total of twenty-eight people.

Although the number of people participating in the martial arts meeting was only twenty-eight, there were no less than 100 Qi Vein cultivators from various factions who came to Broken Cloud Pavilion to attend the grand event. Broken Cloud Pavilion has been the leader of the Xuanmen for thousands of years, and its prestige and status are self-evident. Even if they can't show their style in the ring, it is a blessing for them to be able to take a breath of immortal qi on this Broken Cloud Pavilion, or to have a long experience.

This Broken Cloud Pavilion also shows the style of being the head of the Xuanmen Sect once, all the Xuanmen disciples who go to the Broken Cloud Pavilion to meet the martial arts this time, the door of the Broken Cloud Pavilion is open, and they will not be blocked and will be used for several days of food and living.

At three poles in the sun, Yunyan Square was already overcrowded. In addition to the disciples of the Broken Cloud Pavilion as the host, they are the disciples of the Dead Life Temple, Zongwu Sect, Reverse Scale Sword Village, Xuande Gate, Fengluanyi and other sects.

Some of these disciples have a wide range of friends and talk about the world, and some are arrogant and independent. A group of young female disciples dressed in aqua blue robes have attracted countless eyeballs, and many sect disciples will glance at them intentionally or unintentionally. These rouge jade powders are Feng Luanyi's female disciples. Feng Luan Yi is a new sect established in recent decades. As the founding ancestor of the founding faction and the first head of Feng Luanyi, Ming Feng Shitai realized that the wind and snow moon were rumored to be very strong in the late stage of Ruoling, which is rare in the world. Now he is sitting in the main hall with the four elders of the Broken Cloud Pavilion, the two senior monks of the Dead Life Temple, the two masters of the Zongwu Sect, the Reverse Scale Sword Village, and the masters of the Xuande Gate talking about the general trend of the Xuanmen.

Although there are many people who come, there are very few people who can really sit on an equal footing with the elders from the east, Changling, Shenggui, and Zangfeng, and talk freely about tea.

At this moment, two Qi Veiners in exotic clothes came in front of the mountain gate of Broken Cloud Pavilion.

One person is covered with a black cloth on his shoulders, barefoot and backless, with two small mustaches, and his whole body is dark. The other person is wrapped in purple cloth on his head, stepped on sandals, and cinnabar on his eyebrows, which is really exotic!

The two of them quickly rushed into the door, but were unexpectedly stopped by a young disciple of Broken Cloud Pavilion.

"Hey, hey, who are the two people, dressed like this, but they are also here for this once-in-a-decade martial arts competition?" The disciple of Broken Cloud Pavilion asked after a cursory look at the two.

"Yes, this little master, we are from the country of Guabula, you Si My son Si Sect of the Qi Pulse, I have long heard that your faction is the first Qi Sect in Middle-earth, just in time for the recent Middle-earth martial arts competition held in your faction, come to observe, and I hope this little master will let me wait over. The dark-skinned man with two small beards answered patiently in a thick exotic tone.

This young disciple thought that it was also the first time he had seen a foreigner in disguise, and he scratched his ears and cheeks for a while, "I've heard of a foreign land, what is the country of Guabula, it's the first time I've heard of it!"

The Broken Cloud Pavilion disciple said again, "Then what are your two names?"

The two bearded men said, "My name is Vosny Yaye, and this is my junior brother, and my name is Vosny Baba. ”

When the disciples of Broken Cloud Pavilion heard this, they were puzzled again, scratching their heads and muttering to themselves, "What a strange name!"

"Well, can we go in?"

"Let's go in, go straight to the entrance and turn left to reach Yunyan Square, where the martial arts will be held. The little disciple was afraid that the two of them would get lost in the Broken Cloud Pavilion, so he specially pointed out the route for the two.

"Thank you, little Master. ”