The Xu family in the south is a first-class force that has risen in the past century. Although it is a 10,000-year-old family, it has an extremely good Golden Phoenix bloodline, but it is precisely because of this special Golden Phoenix bloodline that the Yuan Infant is fragile and the Purple Mansion is difficult to open, so the Xu family has never had a great monk of the Purple Mansion.

Therefore, for 10,000 years, the Xu family had to succumb to the second-rate forces, and the luck of the Xu family had to give up three points, which almost became the heart disease of the Xu family heads in the past generations.

Fortunately, Xu Jue, the head of the Xu family in this generation, is talented and talented, and he broke through the shackles that imprisoned the Xu family for ten thousand years, and forcibly opened up the Purple Mansion against the reincarnation of fate, becoming the first Purple Mansion monk of the Xu family in ten thousand years.

It is precisely because of this that the Xu family has successfully become a first-class force, which makes the Xu family raise their eyebrows and regain the self-confidence of the inheritance of the Wannian family.

"Where is Yang'er now?"

At this moment, in the study of the head of the Xu family, Xu Jue asked the old man on the side casually.

"Master, the old slave has just received a summons from the young lady and is about to tell you. ”

The old man respectfully handed a small golden seal to the man on the seat.

This man's momentum is as deep as an abyss, and there is a divine light looming between the opening and closing of his eyebrows. He put his left hand on the small seal, and took it off after a moment. Slowly tapping on the desk made of Kunning wood, his eyes were worried, and he ordered lightly for a while: "Go to Mingyou Mountain and talk to Qin Lezhi, let him go to Luojian City and bring Yang'er back." ”

The old man was slightly stunned: "Family master, that Qin Lezhi has coveted Miss for a long time with the support of Taihua Lao Dao, why do you still ......?"

Suddenly, he raised his head and saw the expression of the man on the seat, and he was immediately silent, and immediately nodded: "It's the old slave who is talking too much, and the old slave will do it immediately." ”

Watching the old man slowly withdraw from the room, Xu Jue was a little distracted, he rubbed his brows tiredly, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "Mingyoushan, hehe......"

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"Senior Brother Fang, there is Falling Sword City ahead!"

Xu Qingyang pointed to the majestic huge city in front of him, and said with some excitement.

Fang Shili had seen this building a long time ago, but when he got closer, he couldn't help but be shocked.

The entire body of this city is made of cyan jade, covering an area of tens of thousands of miles. How big is this tens of thousands of miles of territory? But it is surrounded by this cyan jade city wall, making this ten thousand miles of land a besieged city. This city is simple and magnificent, and the high walls are overlooked, as if it has gone through thousands of years, standing majestically.

Fang Shili was a little puzzled: "What is the relationship between Falling Sword City and Sword Pavilion?"

"Falling Sword City is the place where the Sword Pavilion falls its sword. ”

Xu Qingyang explained to him in detail.

The Sword Pavilion is one of the largest forces in the Eastern Regions, and with the good attack of Sword Cultivation, it has reached a peak in the past hundred years. Therefore, there are countless monks who come to worship the Sword Pavilion every year, and this Falling Sword City is the closest city to the Sword Pavilion, and there are mortals and monks in it. Most of the monks in Luojian City are people who want to worship the pavilion and live here temporarily. There are also disciples who were persuaded to retire due to insufficient cultivation in the Sword Pavilion in the early years, and with a family, they thought that the disciples in the clan could worship the Sword Pavilion again as their lifelong request.

In addition, there are the mortals in Falling Sword City, and almost all of them are the descendants of those families who do not have the qualifications to cultivate immortals. But after all, they have been operating in the city for a long time, and with the tacit protection of the Sword Pavilion, no monk dares to oppress them, and they can do some business related to monks on weekdays, or farming, fishing and hunting, plus the aura in the Sword City is strong, these mortals live a different taste.

But after all, the Sword Pavilion is one of the few major sects that are respected in the Eastern Regions, and it is not arbitrary to accept disciples. Every year, he recruits talented disciples in his own territory and in his own country, but this is for young people under the age of twelve.

For those who are over the age of twelve and have cultivation like Fang Shili, they recruit thirty people each time at the triennial opening ceremony. These 30 people also have requirements, they must be under 30 years old, and their cultivation must reach the intermediate level of condensation.

This requirement cannot be said to be not harsh, and it is necessary to have a good talent to cultivate to the fourth layer or above of the condensation vein before thirty. But even so, every year, there are tens of thousands of people who come to the Sword Pavilion like Fang Shili, and they all stay temporarily in this Falling Sword City. Every three years, there are as few as 890,000 people and as many as 120,000 people competing for 30 places, and the degree of difficulty is self-evident.

This is also to say, at the opening ceremony every three years, the thirty new disciples recruited are all disciples with extreme talent, and they are the fresh blood of the Sword Pavilion, which is also where the revival of the Sword Pavilion lies.

But there is one point, that is, the Sword Pavilion of the Cultivator of the Foundation will not accept it, and as for the reason, Xu Qingyang can't say why. Hearing this, Fang Shili's frowning brows finally relaxed. If it weren't for the Monk Tsuki, he wouldn't have to fear anyone.

"In the past, my father told me that the Sword Pavilion used great mana to carry the Qingxiu Jade of several mountains as the Falling Sword City, but I still don't believe it, and now it seems that I am still lonely and unheard. ”

Xu Qingyang sighed.

"This Qingxiu jade city wall that stretches for thousands of miles is simply a wonder in the world! If I worship the Sword Pavilion, I will definitely find an opportunity to knock a few pieces back to refine the flying sword in the future!" she looked at this green jade city wall, her eyes shining.

Fang Shili was also surprised, although he couldn't recognize what this cyan jade was, but he did know something about Qingxiu jade. This jade is an excellent refining material, especially for refining sword weapons, even the flying swords of the foundation building realm are more than enough.

At this moment, two more rays of light fell, revealing the faces of a man and a woman.

The man is eighteen or nineteen years old, gently shaking the folding fan, his beaded golden crown, plump like jade, the hair hangs down and is more dignified and dusty, although it is a rich dress, but it does not give people a sense of vulgarity of jewelry, but rather warm, with the style of a gentleman.

The woman is younger, about the same age as Fang Shili and the others. This woman has a clear face and a white shirt, dyed with green silk and ink, and her eyebrows and eyes are crooked when she laughs at the moment, like a crescent moon on the first branch.

The rich man stepped forward and smiled at Fang Shili and the two: "Li Yi has seen two Taoist friends, but you have come here to worship the Sword Pavilion?"

Fang Shili nodded slightly: "Exactly, it's better to go together." ”

Li Yi smiled: "Excellent, excellent, Sister Zhen, don't look at it, let's go in quickly." ”

chatting while walking, it turned out that this woman had the same surname as Xu Qingyang, named Xu Zhen. Both of them are children of a family, and they came together to worship the Sword Pavilion.

So the four of them walked into the majestic city.

There is no one guarding this Falling Sword City Gate, and there is no Sect Protector Formation or the like, even mortals can enter and exit freely.

As soon as he stepped into the city gate, Fang Shili felt an aura that was obviously several times stronger than that outside the city, much better than the house of the Forgotten Life Sect where he once lived. The aura barely needed much guidance to go straight into the body, and the meridians greedily sucked up these rich aura.

Fang Shili couldn't help but feel a little emotional, this was the boldness of the extraordinary forces, allowing such an abundant aura to spread all over the land in the city, so that mortals could easily breathe it. I'm afraid that the mortals in this Fallen Sword City are less sick and less calamitous, and their lifespans have been greatly extended.

Entering the city, the scenery in front of him was not the same as Fang Shili had imagined. The purpose is one village after another, and there are people working in the fields. There is even a large lake not far away, and there are people fishing in the lake.

Some of the people saw the four people in Fang Shili, but they were all surprised, and they didn't even raise their heads.

At this moment, a man suddenly came to them with a carriage from the field. Fang Shili could see it clearly, this horse was almost a few feet in one step, and this man had to run fast to catch up with it.

This horse is blood-red, larger than ordinary horses, and it is a spirit beast.

The man walked in, a little out of breath, but he still saluted Fang Shili with a smile on his face: "Villain Zhou Shan visited a few immortal cultivators, I don't know how many immortal cultivators need carriages and horses or a place to live?"

The girl Xu Zhen was puzzled and said, "Why do you still need carriages and horses when you have already arrived in Falling Sword City?"

The man smiled: "Immortal cultivators don't know, no matter who they are, they are not allowed to use immortal methods or imperial sword flight in this Falling Sword City, and it will be at least thousands of miles from here to the center of Falling Sword City." These journeys are naturally not the slightest burden for a few adults on weekdays, but in this Falling Sword City, it will take an unknown amount of time......

Li Yan groaned a little: "Then what do you mean by saying that this provides a place to live?"

This man showed a sly look on his face: "Immortal Cultivator still doesn't know, now there is still more than a year before the opening ceremony of the Sword Pavilion, and if you want to wait for the opening ceremony, you naturally have to have a place to stay." Only in the center of Falling Sword City is a cave mansion for immortal cultivators, and the aura is more than twice as high as here. However, the richer the aura, the higher its price will naturally be, and the cheapest cave will also have one medium-grade spirit stone a year, that is, one hundred low-grade spirit stones. ”

He pointed to the village behind him: "However, there are still a few idle houses in the villain's home, although it is not as good as the cave in the center of the city, but it is also a place to stay, and it is extremely clean. ”

Fang Shili was a little funny, this man was extremely shrewd. If you meet a rich lord, you naturally want to go to the center of the city to live in a cave full of spiritual energy, and of course you are not willing to walk these thousands of miles on foot, so you will naturally hire his carriage. If you meet a shy cultivator who can't afford to get out of the spirit stone of the cave, you will go to his house to live and give him the spirit stone for housing. In short, as long as he doesn't meet someone who is extremely poor and can only sleep in the mountains, he has a business to do.

Li Yan on the side obviously saw through this man's careful thoughts, and scolded with a smile: "Are we still going to send this little spirit stone from the Cave Mansion?

The man suddenly smiled, nodded and said, "A few immortal cultivators wait a minute, the little one will talk to his mother-in-law, and he will come immediately." ”

He hurried back, his eyes full of joy.

It was almost dusk, and the sun was setting in the sky.

Suddenly, a cyan glow appeared on the horizon, replacing the fiery red afterglow of the setting sun.

And several more rays of light appeared beneath this cyan glow, some golden, some red, some white......

The cyan glow is as bright as the blue stars, illuminating the sky with a blue and gold color. Although the rest of the glow is inferior to the cyan glow, it is also competing for beauty, and each is shining.

Xu Qingyang's eyes widened, full of admiration: "Is this the afterglow of the falling sword?