In the pavilion, Jiang Yan said: "Then this organ must be virtual and real, and it will live up to the fame of Wenjian Mountain." ”

Chen Qingfeng bowed slightly.

On the other side of the water curtain, the hill in everyone's eyes was unobstructed, and the movements of each teenager could be seen clearly.

The two elders who had fallen from the boy just now were dissatisfied, and they had been easily driven out by the disciples of the Sword Sect, leaving two seats vacated.

One by one, the teenagers discovered the mechanism and began to climb upward.

Someone walked extremely fast, and soon walked eight steps;

Some people are not slow and walk five or six levels, such as Pei Zhen and Cui Pheasant;

There are also people who walk extremely slowly, unable to do anything or cautious, anyway, they can't walk more than two or three levels, including Yunluo, the thin boy and Lu Qi, the pearl of Jiangdong.

Some of them began to whisper under the water curtain, Wen Wei heard it clearly, it was nothing more than those Jiangdong pearls that were not worthy of the name, and they had nothing to show for themselves, mixed with some sympathy for Yunluo's tragic experience, and talked about some profound truths about the interdependence of blessings and misfortunes.

Wen Wei just wanted to laugh.

On the eighth step, a young man skillfully reached out and touched it, this time the mechanism was quite big, and he touched it at once, and he quickly pressed it, but before he could take a step up, he was already standing at the bottom of the mountain, and a disciple of the Sword Sect next to him reminded: "I'm sorry, you're out." ”

The young man didn't know what to do, and the man in the green shirt said in a cold voice: "After the eighth step, there are two mechanisms on each step, and one to one is wrong. ”

The young man regretted his bowels, and when he turned his head, he saw that there were several people standing beside him, also dejected.

But there are also teenagers who touch it casually, press it casually, and go up a step smoothly.

"Luck is also part of cultivation, Master Shangshu thinks it's right?" Chen Qingfeng refilled Jiang Yan with another cup of tea.

Jiang Yan nodded, and found that the young man who pressed the right hand was on the tenth step, and finally pressed it wrong, and his figure disappeared on the stone steps, Chen Qingfeng's voice sounded, "But relying on luck alone, you can't go far." ”

Jiang Yan felt that there was really a way to ask Jianshan, and his eyes were staring at Yunluo's every move.

Yunluo stepped on the stone steps of the eighth level, and still touched the entire staircase according to his previous habit, until he touched the two mechanisms, and then his heart was settled, and he began to ponder the difference between the two mechanisms.

The difference is very simple, there are two clearly visible words engraved on the bulge, "positive" and "false".

After confirming that there were no other mechanisms, the cloud fell on the orthography mechanism and pressed it, and stepped calmly into the ninth level.

Standing on the eleventh step, Yunluo walked calmly, the same two organs, the same orthography, and the same barrier disappeared.

The left foot stepped firmly on the twelfth step, and as soon as the right foot left the eleventh step, a gust of wind hit the pavement, and Yunluo hurriedly stepped on the right foot, which was able to stabilize the figure.

Looking from the water curtain, more than a dozen teenagers flew out upside down and fell down the mountain, but fortunately there was a soft force to protect each other, and there was no big problem. These teenagers are all walking fast and smoothly in the first eleventh level, who would have wanted to step into the twelfth level in an instant, and they have already fallen off the mountain.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Yan looked at Chen Qingfeng suspiciously, Chen Qingfeng was not upright, and explained: "From the twelfth level to the fifty-fifth level, it is a pure test of perseverance. ”

Jiang Yan asked, "Then why don't you set up a reminder?"

Chen Qingfeng smiled, "Why do you knowingly ask, the bottlenecks and difficulties on the path of cultivation are coming, how can there be early warnings." The journey was smooth, let down our vigilance, and we have seen less of the overturning of the boat in the gutter. ”

Jiang Yan nodded, "Teachable." I'm looking forward to asking about the future of Sword Mountain. ”

Pei Zhen stood on the steps with difficulty, and said hatefully in his mouth: "The people of the Sword Sect are really insidious, the young master almost fell on the road." Saying so, in fact, he walked no more than half a point along the way, looking at the foggy road ahead, gritted his teeth, and continued to face up.

Cui Pheasant's body swayed slightly, his martial arts skills were even better than Yunluo and Pei Zhen, Gangfeng paved the surface, his slightly messy hair was blown tightly against his forehead, his eyes were slightly squinted, and he stepped out.

Lu Qi stood on the twelfth step, looking at the clothes on his body with some distress, as if they were slightly wider, and at this moment the wind blew the clothes and belts around, along with the hair, "Like a madman?" he muttered in a low voice, and either ripped off or tied the extra clothes and belts, looking ahead, his face gradually became resolute.

The thin young man that Yunluo had once supported had his eyes closed, and the gust of wind just now almost blew him down, but fortunately he was clever, and a donkey rolled and curled up on the stone steps. By this moment he had sat up, calmed his breath, gritted his teeth, and plunged headlong into it again.

Yunluo stepped on the stone steps of the twenty-second level, the whole person was numb by the wind, he felt that his whole face was unconscious, and the whistling wind kept echoing in his ears, and the person seemed to have become a piece of paper, shaking thinly.

He'd been here for a while, wondering if there had been a sudden shift between eleven and twelve, and if twenty-two and twenty-three would have such a design.

It was this kind of caution and thinking that made him survive the sixteen years that many people would not survive.

After recovering a little, looking at the white fog ahead, he was going to continue walking.

Standing up the twenty-third step with difficulty, the clouds fell with a wry smile, and the wind suddenly stopped, but the world was not quiet, at this moment he seemed to be under the Tianhe, but there was a hole in the Tianhe.

The clothes all over his body were soaked in an instant, and there seemed to be layers of bead curtains hanging in front of him, and he could hardly see the road ahead. The gust of cold wind blew, and the clothes no longer had any warmth effect, but stuck to the body wetly, which was very uncomfortable.

Enduring the pain in his body, Yunluo walked forward with difficulty. I thought to myself, I don't know what happened to Pei Zhen.

Judging from the bottom of the mountain, Pei Zhen is actually very close to Yunluo, but he is thinking something in his mouth at the moment, and listens carefully, "I don't know if those two little ladies are also drenched like this, if only the little master could watch from the side, that figure, tsk." ”

Yunluo listened and wanted to fight, Lu Qi heard that he wanted to kill people, and Cui Pheasant heard that he wanted to destroy the door.

One after another, some teenagers couldn't stand the biting cold, their lips turned purple from the cold, and they fell backwards and were sent down the mountain.

There are only half a hundred people left on the Sword Mountain.

The huge curtain of water in the waiting place did not reveal the wind and rain on the mountain, and the movements of the young people seemed strange and funny to them, but they still stared intently at the figure they cared about, and every time a teenager or girl failed to get out, it would be accompanied by a heartfelt sigh or wail.

In the pavilion, Chen Qingfeng shook his head, "When the rain falls, there are so many less, and our selection of materials is really too limited." ”

Jiang Yan was noncommittal, he knew some things, but because of his identity, he really couldn't say it.

Chen Qingfeng is not reluctant, and it is annoying to complain and keep chattering. Looking at Yunluo, who was struggling to climb, he said: "This son has a really good heart. ”

Jiang Yan smiled and said, "Orphan." I'm used to self-improvement. ”

Chen Qingfeng pretended to be relieved and nodded, but his heart became more and more suspicious, he didn't believe that an orphan deserved such care from the Minister of State, and sent Jiang Yan to be present.

At this moment, he looked at the young man carefully, trying to find a clue.

Yunluo didn't know the gaze that fell on him, his eyes were only upward.

His legs were numb from the cold, and his fingers had long since lost sensation, but he still had to move his hands and feet upwards at the same time, because the stone steps were covered with a thick layer of ice, and they were extremely slippery.

The fingers dug tightly into the cracks of the stone slabs, and at some point a nail had been quietly broken, and a trace of blood had just oozed from the fingertips, and it solidified on the wound.

Thirty-one, his knees slammed heavily on the stone steps, slightly swollen.

Thirty-two, a nail of the finger of his left hand was poked off by the edge of the gap, and he didn't realize it, he wiped his face fiercely, opened his eyes a little, and raised his head again.

Thirty-three, almost using all the strength of his body, Yunluo rolled up the stone steps.

He fell to his knees, his hands propped up, gasping for air, thinking of the sixty-six steps ahead, and he didn't care about resting, and he was about to go up after a little rest.

Suddenly, the clouds disappeared, and the white fog in front of him dissipated instantly.

The eyes of everyone in the mountain were clear, and a voice suddenly sounded in everyone's ears, "There are still fifty-two people left on the mountain, the highest is Cui Pheasant, forty-one, and the lowest is Fu Tianqi, twenty-five." You all have a quarter of an hour to rest, and after a quarter of an hour, ask Jianshan to restart. ”

Yunluo looked around and found that Pei Zhen was squeezing his eyebrows at him diagonally, dancing with his hands, but he saw that his face was smoky, and the ends of his hair were slightly curled, and he asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with you?"

Pei Zhen didn't react, and said to himself with his lips: "I can't hear it." ”

Only then did Yunluo understand that the mountains at this moment could only see, not hear.

So he made an effort gesture towards Pei Zhen, Pei Zhen nodded, pointed upward, Yunluo followed his fingers, and Cui Pheasant, who was dressed in Xuanyi, was also as smoky as Pei Zhen, sitting cross-legged on the ground, his expression was still cold. As if sensing Yunluo and Pei Zhen's gaze, she opened her eyes and gave Pei Zhen a thumbs up.

Pei Zhen stretched out two hands, one hand upside down, the other upright, and then the two fingertips kissed each other fiercely, with a cheap smile on his face.

Cui Pheasant was furious, and remembered that he was in the Sword Mountain at this moment, so he simply closed his eyes, out of sight.

Seeing Yunluo, he smiled, signaled Pei Zhen to be careful, and then sat down to rest.

After his body recovered, he endured the pain from his fingertips, and his brows were only slightly furrowed.

Pei Zhen has already told the information very clearly, there is fire in the next steps, and it is still the same until the forty-first level where Cui Pheasant is, so he must prepare in advance, such as drinking a stomach of water.

Silent exchanges like the one just now abound in the Question Sword Mountain at this moment, some provocative, some disdainful, and some encouraging each other.

"This is what you mean?" Jiang Yan turned his head to ask in the pavilion.

Chen Qingfeng smiled, "Let them rest and rest." The young man couldn't bear it. ”

Jiang Yan knew it in his heart, and said to himself: "Isn't it a little unfair?" In an instant, he shook his head again, and laughed at himself: "I'm really used to dealing with political affairs, where does the Great Dao cultivation come from to be fair." ”

Chen Qingfeng refilled Jiang Yan with another cup of tea, and Jiang Yan played with the taste: "I don't have to be roasted by the fire, why do I drink so much?"

Chen Qingfeng: "Huh?"

At the bottom of the entire procession, the thin young man named Fu Tianqi ignored the mocking glances cast from all around, faced the mountain, showed people with his back, and looked down in thought, looking from the water curtain, it seemed that he was ashamed to see people.

So under the huge water curtain in the waiting place, the man who was nicknamed the king of kings by Pei Zhen looked at Fu Tianqi's sloppy master mockingly and defiantly, who knew that the other party was indifferent.

Without warning, the whole hill of heaven and earth returned to its previous state, Fu Tianqi suddenly opened his eyes, his fingers slid slightly, as if writing in the air, as his fingertips swiped, some rain seemed to be slightly redirected.

The pouring rain curtain in front of him slightly leaked a gap in his fingertips, and Fu Tianqi withdrew his hand with satisfaction, got up, and climbed up.