Stepping on the white jade stone bridge, Cheng Zhaozhao could feel the chill brought by the stone bridge under her feet, as if she was stepping on the ice.

With every step she takes, the sides of the stone bridge will be carved little by little, and each one is exquisite.

The figure of the monk can be faintly seen in each painting.

There are fairies dancing in the sea of flowers, and the sword-wielding monk standing quietly under the moonlight; there are beautiful monks playing the qin, and the flute-wielding monk leaning on the pavilion pillar; there are hazy sword shadows competing in the sea of clouds; the eaves of the palace reveal a corner of the Xuanyi, and in the main hall is a red-clothed fairy who is drunk and dreaming of death; there are blue-clothed monks caressing the head of the white crane, and a young man in Tsing Yi frolicking with the gray geese; and the rest is a blank picture scroll.

Before I knew it, I had finished reading all the carved pictures on the stone bridge, and the stone bridge had come to an end.

Cheng Zhaozhao walked across the cold stone bridge, but his heart was as warm as a warm current.

The scenes on those pictures are all what you see in front of you, and if it is true, then how lively this place must be.

Walking down the stone bridge, a pleasant chirp suddenly sounded from the sky, and the red-headed white crane that disappeared between the clouds suddenly flew over and landed in front of Cheng Zhaozhao's eyes.

"Are you the white crane in the painting?" Cheng Zhaozhao said, pointing to the last painting on the stone bridge.

The white crane cranes craned their necks high and walked towards her step by step.

Seeing that it had no malicious intent, Cheng Zhaozhao had an idea and tried to caress its head like the monk in the portrait, and the white crane squinted his eyes and shook his wings.

After giving it a few demon spirit fruits, Cheng Zhaozhao crossed the white crane and walked into the white jade pavilion.

"Hibi-senpai, are you there?"

Is it more than ~Tsubasa~ predecessor~senior~you~in~?

The voice she blurted out was amplified several times over, and it surrounded the gazebo for a while.

Cheng Zhaozhao covered his ears until his voice faded again and again.

There was still no one in the gazebo.

Cheng Zhaozhao couldn't help but take out a piano from the storage bag and put it on the table in the center of the pavilion, and said, "Senior Biyi, if you don't come out again, I'll have to play the piano?"

As soon as the words fell, all her strings broke 'dang, dang, dang', and Cheng Zhaozhao's brows jumped.

The next moment, Biyi appeared in front of her.

"Senior!" Cheng Zhaozhao got up and saluted him.

Biyi waved Cheng Zhaozhao's piano away and said, "You are not small, dare to let me come out in this way." ”

Cheng Zhaozhao smiled: "Senior Biyi, don't be angry, I just said it casually, I don't dare to really play the piano here." ”

Even if she wasn't afraid of Biyi, she was afraid that the other seniors here wouldn't be able to stand her magic voice.

If you are thrown from here, you will be half-crippled if you don't die.

Biyi looked at her carefully as she spoke, and the look on his face was sometimes puzzled and sometimes relieved.

"Senior, why do you think of me like that?"

Biyi smiled: "Look at what my little junior sister looks like." ”

"Little ...... Little junior sister?" Cheng Zhaozhao lost his mind for a moment.

Biyi got up, looked at her condescendingly, and said, "Yes, if you can come up here, doesn't it mean that you are the little apprentice newly accepted by the master?"

"Me?"

"Do you see the top of the mountain over there, but do you feel familiar?" Biyi turned Cheng Zhaozhao around and pointed to the top of the mountain not far away between the clouds and mist.

Cheng Zhaozhao nodded: "That's it!"

Several times when I dreamed of the Phantom Senior, it was on the top of that mountain.

"But apprenticeship?"

"Do you worship in your dreams?"

"Count. Biyi hesitated for a moment, and then said, "It doesn't count." ”

"Huh?"

Biyi said: "The master is not here now, if you want to stay here, I'm afraid it's not enough......"

"I didn't want to stay here. Cheng Zhaozhao interrupted Biyi's words.

"I don't want to stay here?" Biyi's eyes suddenly sharpened: "Isn't it good here?

Pressing step by step, Cheng Zhaozhao retreated again and again, and said busily: "Senior, I misunderstood, I just listened to your words and wanted to come here to find out." ”

"What's coming out?"

Cheng Zhaozhao nodded: "It's roughly the same as what I saw in my dream." ”

"That's not a dream. It's an out-of-body experience. Biyi said lightly.

"Out of the body?" Cheng Zhaozhao muttered, and asked again: "The senior on the top of the mountain is really the Nine Swords Divine Monarch?"

"That's right, Master Venerable He has only appeared on the top of that mountain, once every few years, then a few months, and more frequently recently, wanting to take you as an apprentice is also the key to his appearance. As he spoke, Bichi's figure disappeared in front of him.

Cheng Zhaozhao looked around and saw a pink coat on the top of the mountain.

Before he could see what Biyi was doing there, Biyi appeared in the gazebo again.

He said, "Little junior sister, it's not impossible for you to stay here. ”

Cheng Zhaozhao smiled.

Stay here?

Cheng Zhaozhao looked around, can he really stay here?

Biyi said: "The master is not here, everything here is naturally in charge of those of us who are senior brothers and sisters, as long as you can satisfy us, you can naturally stay." ”

"Then I'd better wait for the Nine Swords Divine Monarch. Cheng Zhaozhao turned around and wanted to leave.

"Stop!"

Cheng Zhaozhao's body was suddenly frozen.

"Senpai?"

Biyi walked around in front of her and said, "You are not afraid to come up again in the future, Benjun will kick you down!"

"Senior, you are threatening my little disciple. ”

"So what, anyone who wants to go to the Nine Swords Cloud Pool has to abide by the rules here. ”

"This is called the Nine Swords Cloud Pool?"

"What's the way? What was the name of Que Xianchi back then, Benjun felt that it was ugly, so he changed it casually. ”

As he spoke, Cheng Zhaozhao saw that there were four clouds in this cloud pool, which were different from the others, condensed together, and what was formed was the four words 'Nine Swords Cloud Pool'.

No, Zhao Zhao privately thinks that Que Xianchi is better. But looking at Biyi's complacent expression, she swallowed everything she wanted to say.

"Good, good. ”

"That's natural, and it doesn't depend on who Benjun is? ”

Cheng Zhaozhao understands Biyi's narcissistic nature, and he is only surprised when he hears it.

"Senior, you're going to fix me here?"

"I just said, if you want to satisfy the senior brothers and sisters here, you can stay in Yunchi. ”

"Senior, how can you be satisfied?"

"Well, I don't know, but I'm quite satisfied with you as your third senior brother. With a wave of his hand, Cheng Zhaozhao's body regained its freedom.

Cheng Zhaozhao counted on his fingers at the moment, the Nine Swords Divine Monarch already had eight disciples, and in addition to Bi Yi and Shao Feng, there were six seniors.

And what kind of appearance and temperament are the six seniors, she still doesn't know anything, how to make them satisfied?

No, the iceberg senior I saw on the mountain peak is not easy to contact at first glance, if every senior is like him, wouldn't this be an impossible task?

"Biyi seniors, where can I find them?"

Biyi waved his hand, turned around and sat down on the stone table, and took out his spiritual harp: "That's your business, do you still want me to give you advice?"

After saying that, he began to stroke the piano, and the melodious and graceful sound of the piano immediately wandered between his fingers.

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