The mountains of Bashu are shrouded in clouds and mist, and the mountain roads are rugged, and the mountains are in the fog, like a fairyland.

The aura here is strong, attracting countless cultivators to start sects here.

For thousands of years, outsiders have had a unified name for these cultivators, that is, Shushan disciples.

In fact, Shushan is just a general name, in this reckless mountains, how can there only be a sect of Shushan.

There are countless sects hidden in the mountains of Bashu, among which there are five major sects that are more famous.

The Spirit Sword Sect led by Ling Songzi was one of them.

The Spirit Sword Gate is located on the top of Lingyun Mountain, called Lingyun Peak, there are only more than 100 disciples, the scale is not large, strictly speaking, it is even a little small.

This is all due to the harsh rules of the Spirit Sword Gate, the Spirit Sword Sect has been like this for generations, it is said that when the number of people in the sect was the smallest, there were only a dozen people, and in Ling Songzi's generation, the scale was relatively large compared to the Spirit Sword Gate.

However, the Lingjian Sect has a long history, and the sect has been inherited for thousands of years, and the depth of the heritage is not comparable to those ordinary sects.

Ling Songzi sat on a bluestone slab in the back mountain, the mountains of Bashu, and Ling Songzi had a panoramic view.

Lingyun Peak is so high that the peak goes straight into the clouds, so people call it Lingyun Peak.

Outsiders only know that the Spirit Sword Gate is on Lingyun Peak, but the true location of the Spirit Sword Gate is an island suspended in the air, called Hanging Island.

The Hanging Island is the founder of the Spirit Sword Gate who split the top of a mountain with great mana and then hung upside down, and the golden temple of the Spirit Sword Gate was built on the Hanging Island.

The Spirit Sword Sect does not have high requirements for disciple cultivation, there is no unified management, and there are only more than 100 people in the Spirit Sword Sect, scattered all over Lingyun Peak, which seems to be sparse.

It has been thirteen years since Ling Songzi brought Yang Xiaofeng here, and now Yang Xiaofeng is eighteen years old and is the elder brother of their generation.

Now Yang Xiaofeng has grown into a seven-foot man, wearing a purple robe, his face is like white jade, and his eyes are like stars, like a person who came out of the painting.

Although Yang Xiaofeng is their senior brother, she does not look like a senior brother, and always likes to take their junior brothers to have fun on the mountain.

At this time, Yang Xiaofeng was lying on a piece of grass in Lingyun Peak, his eyes slightly closed, and he was holding a leaf.

If you think that Yang Xiaofeng is closing his eyes and recuperating, then you are very wrong.

He's just sleeping.

When a cultivator is sleeping, he can also consciously control his own primordial spirit, and when he is dreaming, his primordial spirit can also observe the world in his dreams.

Dreams do not exist in a certain concept, and it is common to say: dreams are thoughts of the heart.

Think about it day and dream night night.

But when it comes to cultivators, things like dreams exist, and they can even project the world in the dream into reality and make it concrete.

However, with Yang Xiaofeng's cultivation, this cannot be done yet.

In Yang Xiaofeng's dream, he saw the cave again, and out of curiosity about the unknown, he urged him to go in.

As before, the sword was still stuck in the hole, and when he walked over, his surroundings suddenly changed.

Yang Xiaofeng's body suddenly fell, and by the time he stabilized his figure, he had already come to a sea of stars.

In the center of the sea of stars, a three-foot long sword hovered above it.

The long sword seemed to be able to attract the stars, and every time the sword sounded, the stars in the sea of stars would turn because of it.

Yang Xiaofeng tried to get close to the sword, but it backfired, and when he took a step forward, he woke up.

"It's this dream again. ”

Yang Xiaofeng, who was lying on the grass, opened his eyes and propped himself up with his right hand.

Yang Xiaofeng has been in this dream for thirteen years, repeated dreams, repeated results, and every critical moment, he wakes up from the dream.

"Big brother!"

A girl appeared from behind Yang Xiaofeng, rushed over and threw herself directly into Yang Xiaofeng's arms.

This is Yang Xiaofeng's younger sister, called Su Xiaoling.

Su Xiaoling was wearing a long cyan dress, her delicate facial features were like a finely carved jade, and her green silk hung down from her waist.

"Didn't you practice today?"

Yang Xiaofeng scratched Su Xiaoling's nose and said dotingly: "Don't be too playful." ”

"What's the matter, it's obvious that the senior brother hides here every day to sleep and doesn't cultivate. ”

Seeing the senior brother say this, Su Xiaoling was a little dissatisfied.

"Ahem!"

Yang Xiaofeng coughed dryly and said, "Senior sister, you don't understand, in fact, sleeping here is also a kind of cultivation." ”

Yang Xiaofeng said with a heartfelt voice: "Sleep, you can cultivate your own Yuan Shen, when your Yuan Shen cultivates to a certain extent, you won't think about sleeping anymore." ”

"There's a saying. ”

Yang Xiaofeng touched his chin with his right hand and said, "God is full of sleep!"

"At that time, your Yuan Shen had already cultivated to a very powerful level. ”

"Senior brother, you are lying again!"

"Huh!"

Yang Xiaofeng touched Su Xiaoling's head very fondly, and then put the fingers of his left hand together, pointed forward, and a long sword appeared in front of the two.

The sword was not as silver as a normal sword, but was pitch black, and at first glance it looked like a piece of pig iron.

However, this sword was a sword tailor-made by Ling Songzi for Yang Xiaofeng, and the sword name was Beichen.

Yang Xiaofeng recited the mantra, and the Beichen Sword immediately became as tall as a person, and then lay flat in front of the two.

"Would you like to try my Edgeworth flight?"

"Don't. ”

Su Xiaoling stood up from the grass and said, "I still remember that someone took me to fly with Edgeworth half a month ago, and the result was ......"

Before Su Xiaoling finished speaking, he was stopped by Yang Xiaofeng.

"Stop, stop. ”

"That was half a month ago, and I have been practicing the art of the sword for half a month, and now I am perfect. ”

Yang Xiaofeng raised his head and looked very confident.

"Senior brother shouldn't be lying to me, you sleep a lot every day, when did you go to practice the art of the sword?"

"I'm a genius!"

Yang Xiaofeng stepped on the Beichen Sword and stretched out his right hand.

"Come on, junior sister, believe me. ”

Seeing that Su Xiaoling was still a little hesitant, Yang Xiaofeng said, "I promise that I won't let you eat soil this time." ”

Yang Xiaofeng knew what her junior sister was thinking, and when she recalled the experience half a month ago, it was really like a nightmare.

Two people fell from the Beichen Sword, one hung on a tree branch, and the other ...... Fell directly to the ground and almost ate the soil.

"Then I'll believe you once again. ”

Su Xiaoling stepped on the Beichen Sword, and then hugged Yang Xiaofeng's waist.

"We ...... Let's go!"

As soon as Yang Xiaofeng's mind moved, Beichen flew away with the two of them.

"Senior brother, can't you get me ready?

"I ......"