When Fang Mu and Kong Sen returned to the pavilion where the outer disciples lived, it was already dark.

Kong Sen took Fang Mu to the pavilion where Chu Duan originally lived, and the two of them followed the stairs to the second floor.

"I'm sure you've forgotten where you live, this is your room. Kong Sen said, pointing to one of the rooms. Then he said goodbye to Fang Mu and told him to see him in two months.

In the past two months, he has to seize the time to practice.

After a polite exchange between the two, Kong Sen left in a hurry, leaving the pastor standing at the door.

No one had entered that room for a long time, and as soon as Fang Mu pushed the door open, a musty smell came from the surface, and the corner of the house inside was covered with moss, and even the wooden bed was covered with black-headed mushrooms.

The windows were closed, and the room was lifeless and full of musty stench, almost suffocating.

He pushed open the window, and the cool breeze brushed his face and ruffled his hair, and he gasped for air and took a hard breath of sweet air.

Fang Mu raised a flame and placed it in the floor brazier, and by the light of the fire, he was able to see the structure of this room, which was no different from his own room in the Moon Ming Pavilion.

Both in terms of size, and layout.

"This room is very small, and it is surrounded by other disciples. My cultivation needs to be in an open place, and there will be a huge movement. Therefore, I can't practice here. Fang Mu said secretly.

If you just meditate and practice qi, you can naturally do it here, but you still have to hone the Heaven Breaking Fist and practice the heavy sword when you practice qi, and the movement will inevitably spread to other rooms.

"If, according to Kong Sen, the top ten in the assessment can get a cave mansion, then I can practice the Heaven Breaking Fist and heavy sword in the cave mansion with peace of mind without being noticed by others. ”

On the way back, Fang Mu briefly learned some things about the outer door assessment from Kong Sen, and Fang Mu learned from it.

The so-called outer door assessment means that all the outer disciples enter a secret realm for trial.

In that secret realm, I heard that there were a thousand Qi Condensing Demon Beasts, ten Foundation Building Demon Beasts, and I heard that there was also a Yudan Demon Beast.

I heard that these demon beasts were just soul bodies, and I didn't know how to lock them into the secret realm for the assessment of the disciples of the Purple Yun Sect. After the disciples killed their soul bodies, they would be able to recover as if they were in the next assessment. But when the disciples were killed by them, they really fell.

Hunting an Qi Condensing Demon Beast can only obtain one mark, regardless of whether this Qi Condensing Demon Beast is a layer of Qi Condensation or a layer 10 of Qi Condensation.

And hunting a foundation-building demon beast can get a hundred marks. As for the Yudan Demon Beast, there are not many inner disciples who can wrestle with it, let alone their outer disciples.

Monks and monks can also snatch the imprint, but they must not destroy their cultivation and hurt their lives, but these are only the regulations on the surface, every time after the end of the secret realm, when the sect counts the number of people, it will be found that only seven-tenths of the living disciples are left when they entered the secret realm.

Some of the monks who died in the secret realm died because they couldn't challenge the high-level demon beasts with their own strength. Many more died as monks fought for the seal, and some died in retaliation.

Most of those who were retaliated against were from poor backgrounds, or rootless duckweed, and had no forces behind them to protect them. Of course, there are also some rich sons and daughters.

That secret realm is also magical, I heard that the people outside are unaware of the situation inside, without the constraints of the patriarch and the big people in the sect, it has also become a good place for disciples to resolve personal enmities.

The duration of the secret realm varied, and when there were only a hundred disciples left in the secret realm, the secret realm would be over.

And these hundred disciples will be promoted to become the inner disciples of the Ziyun Sect, and the former in the ranking, in addition to being able to get the cave mansion, is even more likely to be accepted as disciples by some big figures of the Ziyun Sect, which is really the carp jumping over the dragon gate.

But Kong Sen told Fang Mu that it was best to get out of the secret realm alive, and it was a big deal to go to Xiazong to live the "emperor's life", how comfortable it was.

Fang Mu just smiled, presumably it shouldn't be a problem to get the top ten with his own strength.

Zhao Dezhu told him, don't be careless, the disciples of the Ziyun Sect Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, often get the leader is often some little-known people.

Fang Mu naturally understood this truth, and he did not take it lightly, and prepared to spend these two months practicing hard, striving to be able to compress his spiritual power to be more dense and pure.

But if you want to compress your spiritual power, you will inevitably use the Heaven Breaking Fist, which is so powerful that it will shatter this pavilion.

"I should have gone looking for a secluded place where no one was there. ”

Fang Mu muttered, and then his figure disappeared.

Ziyun Sect is very large, there are one hundred and seventy-six peaks in the sect, there are caves on the peaks, and some pavilions are occasionally built, and the characters living in these caves and pavilions are all famous and famous. There is a mountain peak in the middle of its sect, which rises high, and there is a pavilion in the middle of the mountainside, which stands in the air.

In the pavilion, a yellow-robed woman pinched her fingers with both hands and sat cross-legged, her eyes suddenly opened, and her eyes were full of sorrow. She stroked her slightly swollen lower abdomen and sighed, "Why can't you take it off?"

She picked up a book, studied it carefully, and then gently tapped her right hand to her abdomen. Her fingers were as if they had been electrocuted, and she hurriedly withdrew them.

Blood soaked her thin lips, and she took out a handkerchief to wipe it. There seemed to be thunder roaring in my ears, and scenes from the past came to my mind.

"At least give him a name. ”

She got up and walked to the edge of the pavilion, facing southwest, and stared with her cheeks back, which was the direction of her home.

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Thousands of miles southwest of Ziyunzong, there is a mountain peak, which is covered with tall and thick bamboos, so this mountain peak is named "Bamboo Peak".

This bamboo peak is located in the middle of nowhere, inaccessible, the bamboo on the peak can often grow to the thickness of a bucket, a hundred zhang high, its texture is hard and not weaker than the black iron.

One of the young men threw his fist hard and smashed it on one of the tall bamboos. The bamboo part has not moved, and not even a few bamboo leaves have fallen.

The young man is Fang Mu who has changed his appearance, and he didn't think about it, Chu Nanfeng's aesthetics are extremely high, and while trying to restore Chu Duan's appearance, he also beautifies his face. The current Fang Mu is already a beautiful man who does not choose to make any bucks.

This bamboo forest was brought to him by Zhao Dezhu, and Zhao Dezhu told him that if he could cut down a bamboo tree when, then he would be able to break through the cultivation to build a foundation.

In the past month, he has thrown his fist at the bamboo in front of him countless times, but there is not even a crack on this bamboo.

Fang Mu woke up like a dream, corrected his attitude, and was no longer proud.

By the time the spiritual power in the body is exhausted, it is already three strokes in the sun. He was about to meditate, but suddenly he no longer seemed to be at peace. It's like a pebble falling into a calm lake, setting off ripples.

He looked at the towering mountain and said, "Looks like someone is looking at me?"

For a moment, he was confused.

"Boy, I'm here. ”

Fang Mu followed the voice, and saw that three feet in front of him, an old man with a basket on his back appeared.

The old man held a large black and white banner in his right hand, and the foot of the banner struck on the stone face of the horn pimple. In his left hand, he holds a yellow gourd, exuding a strong smell of wine.

The robe on his body was tattered, and he didn't sew up a crack in the avenue.

The withered yellow face was full of wrinkles, full of greasy, with two mustaches on the side of his mouth, and his eyes were half-squinted, looking at Fang Mu.

He showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, pointed to the worn straw sandals with his left hand holding the gourd, and said, "I heard a movement on the mountain, so I ran up, and the result was a movement caused by your little doll." Now that my straw sandals are worn out and the soles of my feet are bleeding, I'm afraid it will be difficult to go down the mountain. ”

With that, he sighed.

Fang Mu was not moved by his pitiful appearance, this person was able to approach him without him noticing, how could he be an ordinary person.

Whether he is friend or foe, it is not clear.

Fang Mu took out a pair of straw sandals from the storage bag, which was given to him by Chu Nanfeng. He said respectfully: "Dao Chief, I have a pair of brand-new straw sandals here, you can try to see if they fit." ”

Instead of taking straw shoes, the old man bent down, sat down directly on a relatively smooth stone, put down the gourd, and inserted the black and white banner on the stone.

Fang Mu's eyes showed essence, what kind of strength this is, it actually pierced the stone, he felt more and more that the old way was not simple, communicating with Zhao Dezhu in the soul, but he found that he seemed to have lost contact with Zhao Dezhu, it seemed that Zhao Dezhu was no longer in his soul.

This has never happened before.

Fang Mu looked at this old way, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Lao Dao slowly took out a pair of straw sandals from the back basket, and said to Fang Mu: "It's not that I don't have straw sandals, my feet are worn out, and I can't walk." Young man, can you carry me down the mountain?"

Fang Mu stared at the back basket behind Lao Dao, which was covered with a layer of blue cloth, and he couldn't see what was inside.

His head was a little dazed, his eyes were blank, and when he came to his senses, he saw only stars.

There is no one around, and there is no longer the figure of the old way.

He suddenly found that he was at the bottom of the mountain, and he felt a sore back, and the cloth shoes under his feet had worn out.

He checked his storage bag and found that nothing was missing. He thought to himself, "I just carried that old path down the mountain?"

How did I pass out at the foot of this mountain?

He contacted Zhao Dezhu in his soul, and Zhao Dezhu woke up from his slumber and asked him what was the matter?

He told Zhao Dezhu about the strange things that happened just now. Zhao Dezhu said with a smile: "Today, you practice hard, I will let you run to the bottom of the mountain to rest, step by step." Where is the old way, I don't know, maybe it's your own dream. ”

Fang Mu touched the back of his head, and then remembered that after today's practice, he ran to the bottom of the mountain to sleep because he was too tired, and he still has back pain.

He smiled embarrassedly, put the old way in the back of his mind, fell asleep again, woke up refreshed, and forgot all about the dream of meeting the old way.