Silver stars dotted, the moon hangs in the west.

Mo Haoqiong was in a daze, feeling that there was a furry thing in his arms.

A snow-white snow fox paced out of his bed, its small, round eyes staring straight into his eyes.

"Woohoo!"

Another snow fox gouged his oil lamp in the snow for some reason.

Another one was intently nibbling on a piece of bamboo.

Out of nowhere, another fat big guy came, screamed angrily, and flew on Mo Haoqiong's hair.

"To ...... Damn ......"

Mo Haoqiong dressed up, cleaned up his surroundings, and got up.

Today is an important official entrance ceremony for the second person of the Yizong.

The wind and snow are treaded with his back, followed by a bunch of snow foxes who like to clingy people. Mixed in the snow, God knows how many.

"In vain!" Mo Haoqiong shouted solemnly, standing in front of his room before dusk yesterday.

No one responded to him.

Coughed lightly twice, indicating that he was a serious master, opened the door, closed the wooden door in the wind, and let the snow fox face the wind and snow outside, and then strode in.

The small chairs scattered in the front hall don't know where they flew, the bamboo rolls stacked in the corners were neatly stacked, the pots and pans were placed very mightily, and the room was clean and clean, without a single piece of snow.

When I walked into the back room, I didn't see anyone. The bamboo roll that was originally placed on the bed may also be in the corner of the front hall. An ancient sword rested beside the bed. A quilt was mixed up and laid out in the middle of the bed. Where did the people go?

Mo Haoqiong scurried around the room in solitude. Settle down, stabilize the roots of your feet, use enough strength, raise your head and shout: "Zhao Qingqiu! Zhao Qingqiu——"

Mo Haoqiong leaned on the quilt with a small head poked out of it, sleepy-eyed, and replied weakly, "I'm here." Stop shouting. The sun hasn't come out yet, I'll sleep again......"

"No, I woke up thoroughly when the wind blew. Hurry up and get up, today is your official entry day. ”

"Yesterday...... Haven't you officially started yet...... Can you go later......" The little head was nestled in the quilt again, and there was no desire to get up.

"No! your introductory trial hasn't started yet!"

A quarter of an hour later.

In the snow, in the snow. West Hill down the mountain road.

The young man in white walked in front, with his left hand behind his back, and his right hand pointing out of thin air, and a girl in a fox fur coat that did not fit her size walked slowly behind, listening to the small nagging of the young man in white. A bunch of snow foxes followed, and they didn't know why the girl's coat had their scent.

A snow fox nested in Zhao Qingqiu's arms, enjoying the treatment of being caressed by her.

A snow fox stayed on Mo Haoqiong's hair, its claws tightly clasped, and it never let go.

Moon-Falling Mountains.

The general trend of the topography of the Sword Valley is that the three mountains are closely linked, leaving the east wide road, and there is a bluestone land at the foot of the three mountains.

Although the name of Sword Valley is called Sword Valley, the three sects are scattered in the three mountains. The origin of the name of Sword Valley is the bluestone land at the foot of these three mountains.

In the Sword Valley, this place is called the Sword Terrace.

At the intersection of the roots of the three mountains, there is a raised stone platform on which a huge, quaint bronze bell stands.

Three mountains and ten miles are all under the protection of this bell.

In the bell, there is a sword inserted by the ancestor Zao Wou-ki.

The sword is in the bell. Where the bell is, there is the Valley of the Sword.

The sword aura emitted by the old bell was not aggressive.

But in the bluestone land of nearly 100 zhang square, not a single snowflake can fall!

Even though the snow covered the master and apprentice, the snow foxes were piled up, and the wind and snow were blowing clearly on their faces, there was indeed not a single snowflake on the ground!

The moment each snowflake left the ground, the sword qi that was not as good as the sword qi was like a warm wind gently lifting it up and throwing it into the sky. One by one, one by one, five hundred years ago, today today. Lao Zhong worked tirelessly, silently fighting against nature and wind and snow, not impatient, just for the cleanliness of the bluestone ground.

This land is the most important place in the Valley of Swords.

Mo Haoqiong is going to take Zhao Qingqiu to complete the formal entrance ceremony in front of this quaint old bell today.

Every fellow Daoist who enters the Sword Valley needs to accept the old bell's gift of asking themselves. Those who succeed enter the Sword Valley, and those who fail will never be able to step into this bluestone.

The snow foxes don't know when they've slipped away. They are really afraid of this bell. Although their elders taught them that the people in these mountains were very kind, and the one who inserted the sword and left the bell feather to turn into an immortal was also a Confucian Sven, they were still afraid of the bell left behind and the sword inside.

Zhong and Jian, after all, are not people.

Mo Haoqiong shook off the snow on his body and stepped into the bluestone ground. He looked back at Zhao Qingqiu, who was cowering and didn't dare to come in, and showed a helpless smile. Without saying a word, he grabbed her little hand and pulled her into the bluestone ground.

Clusters of sword qi were busy carrying snowflakes, and they didn't have the same knowledge as her.

Zhao Qingqiu was a little bolder, shook off his master's slender hand, and walked by himself.

It's getting a little lighter. And the sun was about to rise.

The master and apprentice stood at the feet of the old clock. The old bell is towering, like a kind elder.

Mo Haoqiong gently put his palm on the old clock. A circle of golden ripples spread out from the press. A cluster of sword qi carrying snowflakes swam over, scurrying on Mo Haoqiong's face. Mo Haoqiong ruthlessly twisted the cluster of sword qi with his left hand and threw it on Zhao Qingqiu's face.

That cluster of sword qi was very unhappy, but it still had to be routine, and in the end, it obediently nested on top of Zhao Qingqiu's head, curling in a circle like a small fish.

A cluster of sword qi slipped, and a snowflake was thrown on Zhao Qingqiu's face.

Mo Haoqiong held back a smile.

Zhao Qingqiu's face was like fire. Like Mo Haoqiong, he put his palm on the clock wall of the old clock engraved with complicated and difficult lines.

A trace of snow-silver silk thread connected from the top of the old bell to the cluster of sword qi above Zhao Qingqiu's head.

"Disdain distracting thoughts, focus on answering!" Mo Haoqiong said with a serious face.

The cluster of sword qi coiled above Zhao Qingqiu's head actually made a sound.

"Would you like to worship him as a teacher?"

The sword qi's questions went straight to the soul and shocked the heart, making it almost impossible for people to say anything against their hearts.

As for him, you don't have to ask to know who it is.

Zhao Qingqiu secretly meowed a glance at a certain division, and at this time, a certain division was staring at her intently. She quietly withdrew her gaze.

"I do. The answer is from the heart, and it does not need words.

"Would you like to worship me as a teacher?"

Zhao Qingqiu was stunned for a moment. She didn't understand the meaning of the sword qi too well. After pondering it carefully, he said:

"I do. ”

"Would you like to worship the Tao as a teacher?" the voice was old-fashioned and lazy.

"I do. ”

"Would you like to worship Yi as a teacher?" the sword qi voice raised an octave, with an indescribable impact.

"I do!" Zhao Qingqiu's tone was also firm.

The sword qi pierced violently from the top of Zhao Qingqiu's head, until the heart, where the sword qi passed, the dust was dispersed, and the demon barrier would be broken!

The sword qi is empowered, and the heart method is naturally formed.

Sword qi swam out from the top of Zhao Qingqiu's head. Stretch and get busy carrying the snowflakes again.

Sunrise in the East.

Mo Haoqiong smiled softly at Zhao Qingqiu.

A ray of morning light fell on her body, in her heart.