The mountains are lonely, and more than 30 people talk and laugh and walk down the stone floor, adding a lot of vitality.

The courtyard under the stone flat was empty, and under the eaves stood a man in a white sword suit.

Perhaps it was the already silent mountains that made it easier for people to hold solemnly, and the laughter of everyone who entered the courtyard stopped, quietly looking at the man's majestic face.

After being silent for a long time, the man in the white sword suit said slowly: "You are very lucky, because you have entered the inner door with your qualifications, but you are also unlucky, because you have to refine the first wisp of true qi within three months!"

In the silent courtyard, it was like a calm lake suddenly smashing into a boulder, stirring up a thousand waves.

Even though they hadn't stepped into the path of cultivation, the disciples in the courtyard knew very well what the true qi was.

There are countless martial artists in the world, and some people spend their lives in the outer three realms to work hard and practice hard kung fu, but they have never been able to quench that pure true qi.

It is a bit difficult for a strong man to achieve something that others cannot achieve in a lifetime in three months.

However, the man ignored their arguments and snapped his fingers with his left hand, which hung down his sleeve.

Syllable!

A deafening roar resounded throughout the courtyard.

Everyone pressed their hands on their ears, and their faces showed pain, and it took a long time to react.

The courtyard fell silent again, and even the sound of the mountain wind blowing disappeared.

Ning Baifeng, who was standing on the outermost side, was slightly surprised.

This person has such a high level of cultivation.

The man glanced at the young disciples, and when his gaze fell on the white-clothed young man on the periphery, he frowned slightly and paused for a moment, and finally stopped on the high pavilion in the mist.

"Maybe you may think it's ridiculous, but if you step into the inner gate before you have practiced qi, then you must reflect the value of your stepping into the inner gate! In any case, you must quench your true qi within three months, otherwise you can only stay in this small courtyard, lose the qualification to go to the three major sword lecture halls to listen to the lectures, and also lose the opportunity to earn the contribution of the sect and obtain cultivation resources! Step by step, step by step, don't wait until others go to the Sword Pavilion, but you can only retreat in the mountains. ”

The man didn't just say these words to these disciples, but he actually spit out his own heart.

He himself survived the outer gate for three years before entering the inner door, and he knew what it would be like to be one step slower than others.

Listening to the man's words, these disciples all raised their heads slightly and looked at the looming high pavilion.

When the apprentice returned to Yuanshan, almost no one did not go to the Sword Pavilion.

Because only there can one comprehend the highest true meaning of the sword.

Of course, there are exceptions.

Ning Baifeng didn't look at the high pavilion, but looked at the beautiful lake not far from the courtyard.

Only this unremarkable lake is his real goal here.

A crisp voice rang out, breaking the silence in the courtyard.

"So what do we do?"

It was the young disciple who remembered the name of the Three Immortals of the Peach Blossom who spoke, and from those voices talking, he knew that this person's name was Liu Sheng, who was born in the Heshuo Liu family, and could be called a family history.

The man glanced at Liu Sheng lightly, stretched out his hand and pointed to a classroom without walls next to him, and said: "There is a classic book on every table, go and practice by yourself, I will teach here every two days for an hour for ten days." I won't care what you do at other times, it's up to you to decide what you do, as for food, clothing, housing and transportation, the entire foot of the mountain around the Sword Pond, there are countless separate courtyards, as long as there is no one, go with you to live. ”

After saying that, the man asked again, "What else is the problem?"

It was still Liu Sheng who was the first to speak, "Immortal Master, what is it to go to the Sword Hall to listen to the class, and what is it to earn the contribution of the sect?"

The man said indifferently: "You can call me Master Feng." There is a sword lecture hall at the foot of the three peaks, and there will be people who explain the practice of kendo there from time to time, and only the lower three realms are qualified to listen to the lectures. As for the sect's contributions, wait until you step in

In the lower three realms, you can go to various places in the mountain to do miscellaneous labor, so as to accumulate the contributions of the sect, which can be exchanged for pills and spiritual materials. ”

Hearing such an answer, the following resounded again.

Many people have inquired about many things in Huiyuanshan before coming, but the people who come here are both high and low, and not all of them are willing to do miscellaneous labor.

A slightly dissatisfied person asked, "Master Feng, can you not do miscellaneous labor?"

The person who asked this was a charming-looking woman, surrounded by two or three teenagers, intentionally or unintentionally.

Master Kaede didn't speak.

The woman's face changed slightly, and she looked a little frightened.

The wind blew through the courtyard, and it looked a little oppressive.

Just when everyone thought it would cause a thunderous fury, Feng Shi smiled and said, "Yes!"

These disciples looked at Master Feng in surprise, a little incredulous.

"You can not do it, no one in the mountain will force you to do it,"

Feng Shi said solemnly: "Everything is up to you!"

After finishing speaking, Feng Shi glanced at the young man in white again, turned around and walked into the house, closed the door and disappeared.

The disciples in the courtyard looked at each other, until someone exclaimed the classics, and everyone rushed to the class.

Books are placed on the desks.

There is no need to fight for anything, there is one on every table, and one copy for each of the more than thirty people is more than enough.

Ning Baifeng walked to the very last corner and looked at the scene in front of him, which was quite like the scene when he was studying in Xiangyun Academy.

The book was very thin, no more than twenty pages in total, and those who read it faster had already finished it, and then exclaimed.

Those who have a lot of martial arts attainments in the family have already read the cheats of the exercises, but the content of the book has exceeded their imagination.

At the same time, a majestic voice came.

"Although it is an introductory secret method, it is strictly forbidden to spread it!"

Everyone knew that this was Master Feng warning them, after all, some people were from martial arts families.

Ning Baifeng picked up this thin book, and the two words on the front page surprised him a little.

- The Bone Codex.

Then he wanted to understand the meaning, there is marrow in the bones, and qi is born from the marrow.

If you want to quench your true qi, you must refine your body and forge your bones.

Turning the pages of the book, there is the content of the record, how to quickly practice the internal strength of the innate qi, for Ning Baifeng, who has learned the breath of heaven and earth, it is not of great significance, but the body forging fist method recorded above is somewhat interesting, so he can read it for a while.

The pages are not thick, so you can't read them for too long.

Ning Baifeng wrote down the above punch technique, then put the book back in its place, turned around and walked out.

Since being called by the old man to break the cultivation realm, Ning Baifeng is no longer the object of no one's attention, compared to Liu Sheng, who spoke out several times, the white-clothed man Yuanzhen is in the limelight.

Therefore, when Ning Baifeng walked out, many people were already looking at him, and some even put the book in their arms and turned around to leave the courtyard.

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There are three peaks in Huiyuan Mountain, with different scenery.

Shangyang Peak is lonely and steep, the cliffs are everywhere, the Kongwu Peak is beautiful, the mountains are full of flowers, the Zhenyue Peak is majestic and upright, and the palace is majestic and solemn.

At this time, on a cliff plank road leading to the top of Shangyang Peak, an old man was running up with a stacked file.

It is hard to imagine that the old man in the eyes of outsiders can walk like a fly on the lonely and steep plank road.

As he gradually climbed, the figure of the old man disappeared into the clouds, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of a bamboo building on the edge of the cliff on the top of the mountain.

The old man stood outside the building and saluted respectfully, and then said, "Peak Master, the name registration of the inner disciple has been completed. The test stone has changed. ”

The sound exit was soon blown away by the mountain wind, and the cliff was still as quiet as ever.

After a long time, follow

With a squeak, the door of the bamboo building was opened, and a middle-aged man with white hair and white eyebrows walked out.

When the old man saw this person come out, he saluted respectfully again.

As a miscellaneous servant of the Sword Washing Pond, it is an honor to be summoned by Zhuo Xinyuan, the lord of Shangyang Peak, not to mention that the things he wants to do are still ordered by the lord of Shangyang Peak himself, which shows the importance he attaches to this matter, so he does not dare to slack off in the slightest.

Zhuo Xinyuan nodded lightly and asked, "What's abnormal?"

The old man revealed the sword-shaped ruler dragged in the weight of the volume, and repeated the events under the mountain.

Looking at the sword-shaped ruler, Zhuo Xinyuan smiled, "His name is Yuan Zhen?"

The old man nodded and said: "The disciple has already verified the name luck with a 10,000-character book in the Dossier Hall, it is true that it is the real name, but it is not me, and it needs to be sent to Lizhou to check it in person." ”

Zhuo Xinyuan shook his head, stretched out his hand and waved his sleeve lightly.

The sword-shaped ruler on the dossier immediately flew up, and the rainbow flew towards the high pavilion thousands of feet in the sky.

"Keep it in your heart, and tell no one about it. Zhuo Xinyuan looked down at the lake in the gap between the clouds and mist, and said indifferently: "Go to Xiuzhuping to retreat, you are not over 100 years old, and there is still hope of breaking the realm." ”

The old man was surprised at first, and then trembled with excitement.

The bamboo cultivation in the mountain behind Shangyang Peak is an excellent place to practice, and for a miscellaneous servant like him who has been in the sword power realm for decades, it is very likely that he will break through the realm and become a sword gut.

After all, he has lived for decades, and he has not been as excited as a young man, and after saluting again, he went down the mountain.

Zhuo Xinyuan retracted his gaze, looked up at the high pavilion in the sky, and asked softly, "Why did you send Jiang Feng to the grass hall?"

A gentle voice sounded out of thin air in front of the bamboo building.

"With him, no one dares to stretch out his hand. ”

Perhaps because the cliff at the top of the mountain is too empty, the sound is as ethereal as a cloud.

Zhuo Xinyuan shook his head and said: "This can only solve the urgent need for a while, next year's Yuntai sword, they will definitely be difficult." ”

The gentle voice smiled, "So what. ”

Zhuo Xinyuan didn't know where the owner of the voice came from with such confidence, and his white eyebrows were raised like sharp swords, "After all, this person is a handyman in the sword pool, if you ask me to recruit him like this, Zhenyue's side will definitely find out." ”

If the old man just now was still there, he would definitely faint with excitement when he heard this, a trivial matter of landing the name of a new disciple, I thought that the Lord of Shangyang Peak was paying attention, but I didn't expect that the Lord of Shangyang Peak was just listening to instructions and acting, what should be the identity of this person?

It's a pity that the old man is not there, and only two people know about the conversation here, and one only hears his voice and does not see him.

The gentle voice said, "This is a warning to them. ”

Zhuo Xinyuan was a little dissatisfied with his too arrogant approach, and frowned: "This will anger them, don't forget, when Uncle Shi left, such a big piece of luck was taken away by him, causing him to break into the upper realm, and now they are two against one, if they force the palace, the Sword Pavilion will really be destroyed." ”

The gentle voice smiled, "They don't dare, after all, not everyone in the Sky Mist Peak is standing over there." ”

Zhuo Xinyuan frowned and said, "You mean the Peach Blossom Three Immortals and Lin Yuyuan, this is the origin of your confidence?"

The gentle voice said, "I have told you from the beginning that my faith is at the bottom of the mountain. ”

Zhuo Xinyuan said: "But now more than half of the disciples are all focused on Zhenyue and Empty Mist. ”

The gentle voice laughed again, "Soon it won't be." ”

Zhuo Xinyuan was very disgusted by this feeling of always being hidden behind the fog, and said in a deep voice: "What are you thinking? What did Uncle Shi do before leaving?!"

The gentle voice just smiled.

The mountain peaks blew by, and the laughter was blown away by the wind, as if it had never happened.

Zhuo Xinyuan didn't wait for an answer, he frowned and looked at the two peaks in the mist on the opposite side, and returned to the house after a long time.