Solving the matter of opening the talisman array of Huangliang Xiaodongtian, Ren Pingsheng hurried to the mountain to wash the sword cave.

This afternoon, beside the sea of clouds in the secret realm of Jiuju Mountain, the Sorrowful Heaven Sword in the box suddenly sensed, which made Ren Pingsheng eager to uncover the mystery. In the past few years, the Tragic Sky Sword has traveled with him in the rivers and lakes, and he has had two or three spontaneous feelings with the outside world. The most recent time, it was when he first visited this anvil mountain, so that Ren Pingsheng discovered the feng shui formation of the three-star seal on the top of the mountain here, with the sword washing cave as the spiritual center, which is an excellent place to grind and temper the sword of sorrow.

Each previous induction was different, but this time the induction was the strongest next to the sea of clouds in the wine pot mountain.

And the most eccentric.

Sleepless all night, in addition to practicing and sharpening swords, he tried his best to use the Qi Technique taught by the third master several times, but he never understood what the mystery of the Sadness Sky Sword's induction this time was.

It wasn't until dawn broke in the east and the sky was slightly bright, that Ren Pingsheng hurriedly inserted the sword into the bloated scabbard entwined with the silk net, and then connected the sheath with the sword to the inner layer of the sword box; If the second master knew that he had missed his talisman drawing homework overnight, he would inevitably have to nag and complain for several days.

In the elegant courtyard at the foot of the wine pot mountain, the master in a Confucian shirt, when he got up in the morning, the first thing he did was to let his son fry two or three side dishes with wine and drink alone. The white jade porcelain bottle that seems to have a capacity of only half a catty, a bottle of wine has been drunk from the first time I met it to the present, as if it will never be finished.

Fang Liang asked himself how much alcohol he had practiced at the moment, and he would be able to occupy a place on the wine table of the Taoist monks in the future.

"Yesterday, more than 100 classmates climbed the mountain, I wonder if anyone has ever found an opportunity or two?" Fang Mao flipped through a certain sage book in his hand and asked intentionally or unintentionally.

Fang Liang took a sip, held his cheeks and had an endless aftertaste, and replied with a heartless answer, "Yes, it is said that two or three people have gained something, but none of them are one of the seven chances." ”

"Oh, how many people haven't come down yet?" Fang Mao simply closed the sage book, pretending to be something, he was really not good at it.

"Six or seven, but the ones you like are good, but not a single one. Fang Liang drank all the wine in the cup, and carefully plugged the mouth of the white jade porcelain bottle.

"Oh," Fang Mao was disappointed and changed the subject, "You don't have much wine, right?" I used to drink it at night, but now why did I drink it in the morning?"

Fang Liang shook the porcelain vase in his hand and weighed it slightly, "It's not much, but at least half of it is left." I can drink it for a month. Anyway, it is not appropriate to meet with those students who are going to their own opportunities at the moment, so it is better to drink. The old-timer's things don't look like any spiritual weapons, nor are they mustard sacs and the like, but they have a magical effect, and I don't know how much wine they contain. ”

Fang Mao smiled: "Maybe it's the most ordinary stock of that old-timer, if you like it, why don't I talk to the little junior brother tomorrow and ask him to help me come a little more?" ”

Knowing his son Mo Ruo's father, although Fang Mao's words were light, Fang Mao's face was suddenly vigilant, and he was stern, "No, if you have no merit, you can't ask for it from others because of your appetite? Especially before the seven chances appear one by one, I will not see any of the students of the Taoist Academy, let alone accept any gifts." ”

Fang Mao sighed slightly, in fact, he didn't like this kind of style, but he didn't think much about the cause and effect of this matter when he was in a hurry.

"Actually, I don't have any other intentions, anyway, we all do business together, and I am used to the daily communication with my junior brother. The explanation was seamless, but Fang Mao still felt that his face was hot.

An old servant came to report that there was a student outside, who had arrived at the door early in the morning, saying that he had something to hand over to the master himself.

The father and son looked at each other with different expressions, but they asked in unison, "Who?"

The person who came claimed to be Ren Pingsheng, saying that he was bringing something to his master for his master, and some words needed to be explained in person. The old servant looked at each other with a clear glance, and his words were concise and to the point.

Fang Liang noodles have a difficult color. If it's just Ren Pingsheng asking to see him, or if he has any crooked thoughts, it's easy to do, just refuse, if it's something that the old-timer personally gave in person, it's easy to say, at most give back a reciprocal gift. But if it's something that the old-timers entrusted Ren Pingsheng to transfer, it's very embarrassing!

is such a big old immortal, do you still have to do such a vulgar act for the sake of your apprentice?

"Master. ”

"Hmm. ”

"To see or not to see?" asked the old servant cautiously.

"Hmmm......"

"Dad, why don't I go and see the little junior brother?" just say that it is inconvenient for you to see him at the moment, and let him come back another day. Fang Mao volunteered.

"It's fine. Fang Liang was absent-minded.

After a while, Fang Mao returned to the house and unexpectedly brought back a ceramic wine jar. The master stared at his son with a strange look in his eyes, "What do you mean? Didn't you tell him to come back another day?"

Fang Mao carefully put down the clay pot and spread his hands to his father, "He was just ordered to bring it, and he couldn't refuse." The little junior brother said, if you don't accept it, you will send it back by yourself, and it has nothing to do with him. In addition, his second master explained two things, one is a matter of chance, and Ren Pingsheng can be treated equally, and the other is this can of wine, which you must drink within a month. ”

"This kid is very unusual. The Master stroked the strands of green whiskers on his chest and shook his head.

The students who had not met each other had a first contact, and they gave the master an army.

Fang Mao couldn't help laughing, and said seriously, "Why don't I run an errand and help you send you back to Anvil Mountain?"

Fang Liang groaned slightly, and finally seemed to have made a great determination, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let's keep it for now." ”

"Dad, when I look back and see the old-timers, do you mean that your old man is respectful and obedient, or do you mean that you will not be rewarded for nothing, and you will pay it back later?"

Fang Liang sighed, "Forget it, it's better to be respectful." ”

The father and son actually didn't know, and they really only confessed one thing. As for treating everyone equally, it was added by Ren Pingsheng on his own temporary initiative.

Among the registered students who went up the mountain yesterday and have never come down so far, most of them are in a very small team, and even climb the mountain alone, among them is the sword cultivator boy Fu Tongrui.

When this matter was announced earlier, the Master had also made it clear that he would be limited to one month at most in the mountains. There is no limit to the number of climbs, but this is only for those who can descend on their own, and once they descend the mountain on the same day, they must complete their morning homework the next day and continue climbing in the afternoon.

Because the two gentlemen, Pang Jingran and Gu Songling, who were waiting for the mountaineering crossing, also had to attend classes as usual in the morning.

If you are carried down the mountain, the Master advises you not to do it more than three times, otherwise you will be prone to accidents if you are not physically or mentally strong.

Therefore, at noon today, most of the students who had yesterday's mountaineering experience no longer went to the canteen to buy food that was convenient to store and carry. I grabbed it yesterday, and I basically didn't have a chance to use it.

Surprisingly, Lei Zhenyu and Chang An's group calmly prepared a lot of dry food.

At last night's banquet, Lei Zhenyu's group and others talked freely, and they all dragged out their own mountaineering experience, not only the scenery seen by each group

The images are different, even if they are the same group of people, who were separated when they entered the sea of clouds, what they encountered and saw were all very different.

Therefore, a banquet, for most people, is just a banquet, and the only gain is the speed of the stomach.

But after the banquet dispersed, Lei Zhenyu, Chang An, Zhong Li and Zhang Yi stayed in the house, and discussed until midnight, and finally finalized a plan. As for the content of the plan, none of the four are allowed to leak it.

The number of climbers today is almost the same as yesterday's, and the few that have been missing are those who have not descended the mountain since yesterday's climbing.

Surprisingly, the two sturdy classmates who followed Du Wenxi yesterday and were willing to line the green leaves with saffron did not retreat today. The spectators at the bottom of the mountain began to notice the two little-known classmates, tall and slightly fat, surnamed Liao Wuru, who is said to have a similar background to Zhou Cheng, and is the son of an engineer in Zhongzhou;

The two of them became friendly with Du Wenxi, not just because they were in the same direction, or because they were close to Zhu Zhechi's reputation and luck, but more because they actually revered Dazhi Daxian from the bottom of their hearts.

Ren Pingsheng, Li Xilian, Zhou Cheng and Zhong Kuishu are also not lacking today. Just after gathering at the mountain pass, Ren Pingsheng was not in a hurry to climb the mountain, but was discussing with Zhong Kuishu and asked him to put on the Guan grass fur brown and a pair of straw sandals from yesterday. Although the latter brought things as he said, he wanted to put on the things that damaged his appearance, and Zhong Lishu refused to live or die. Ren Pingsheng had no choice but to settle for the next best, first put the set of clothes into the mustard seed sac, and strictly ordered Zhong Zhenshu to put it on after entering the clouds, and there was no negotiation.

What you encounter when you enter the clouds today is no different from yesterday. Ren Pingsheng quietly stood on the edge of the cliff, staring at the sea of clouds, and did not move for a long time. Li Xilian was trying to walk into the nest of the giant crane, no matter how much she showed her goodwill, which red-crowned crane always stayed dozens of feet away from the nest, eyeing and confronting the comer.

"Actually, there were no nestlings or eggs in that nest, and I just had no intention of breaking into it yesterday, and I don't know why it was so violent. Zhou Cheng approached Li Xilian's side and explained softly.

Li Xilian's heart moved, she turned her head to look at the edge of the cliff, and saw that Ren Pingsheng was still concentrating on looking at the sea of clouds, so she continued to get close to which big bird and waited patiently.

In her early years in the Savage Mountains, she still knew a lot about the temperament of birds.

Zhou Cheng had thousands of questions in his heart, and wanted to ask Li Xilian for a solution, but in the end he didn't know how to speak, so he silently stood behind the beauty.

When Ren Pingsheng came back to his senses, he smiled apologetically with everyone, "I lost my mind for a while and dragged everyone back." ”

Li Xilian shook her head, kept her eyes in line with the giant crane, and said softly: "I think there is something mysterious about its nest." ”

Ren Pingsheng pointed to which strange bird with his chin, "That means, you're welcome?"

"Anyway, I've tried everything I can think of. Li Xilian intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Zhong Chengshu, who looked like a man, "There's no need to discuss." ”

"But can you not hurt its life?" Li Xilian added.

Ren Pingsheng smiled dumbly, "The impermanence of the dark night that shocked Tongchuan City back then will also be soft on a flat-haired beast?"

Li Xilian didn't speak, just turned her head slowly, her eyes were clear, and the streamer was rippling.

Ren Pingsheng was a spirit, and he couldn't resist it, "Okay, even if it can't be injured, after the deed is done, I will make sure that it is as good as ever." ”

Before the words fell, two white rays of light shot out from Ren Pingsheng's hands, and they broke through the air with a strong wind, and went straight to the pair of crane knees that were as thick as adult elbows......