On the sixth day of the first month of March, the sky was clear

After more than half a month of sunny weather, the snow completely melted, the mountains were verdant, and the miles were clear.

Since that day, Yang Yifan has not seen the girl called Su Yao'er. On the contrary, Brother Nan Lifeng Nan would bring a little kiwifruit and a few books whenever he came over, and occasionally talked about all kinds of strange things that happened outside when he had nothing to do. In the past half a month, the bookshelf has gradually been filled with thick state chronicles, which record all kinds of rare treasures in the land of Dongzhou, various mountains and rivers, and immortal legends.

The vision is broadened, and the understanding is growing, and the inexplicable lack in my heart is made up for by the full curiosity. Yang Yifan knew from the book that there were countless unknown cultivators above the hundreds of millions of mortals among all living beings. They possess spiritual power and the true essence of life, devote themselves to cultivation to gain power, or spy on the mysteries of heaven and earth, and even have great power comparable to the power of opening up the heavens and the earth.

Exploring miracles, searching for immortals, and asking about immortality are all those high-ranking 'big men' who have been persisting for thousands of years and have devoted their lives to the unswerving pursuit of the Dao heart!

And at present, the Cangli Sword Sect of Dongji Mountain, where he is located, is the leader of the sects in the world, one of the five great immortal sects that are famous and desolate. The land at your feet is one of the six highest main peaks in the Dongji Mountains.

The mountain of Mixed Yuan Peak is tall and tall at 2,300 feet, and it naturally gathers the five elements of heaven and earth and the true spirit of fire, which is one of the most created fire spirit veins in the cloud wilderness! Therefore, in addition to the heavy snow that has not been seen in ten years, most of the four seasons are scorching temperatures above forty, which is not suitable for ordinary people to survive, so even the flowers and trees in the mountain are infected by the breath of the fire spirit, showing the characteristics of fiery red and red.

The snow is just beginning to climb and the temperature is rising, but the beginning of March is approaching the height of summer, and the inside and the house are like two completely different worlds.

The shade under the trees blows the warm spring breeze, coming slowly from the direction of the bluestone path, Yang Yifan pestle in front of the window to face the wind, cool and comfortable, the whole person is a little more vivid.

"Xiao Fan!" called softly, and the voice had already come before the person arrived.

Yang Yifan looked towards the end of the bluestone path and saw the dark-skinned and familiar figure striding towards him.

Nan Lifeng seemed to be in a good mood, sweeping away the gloom of the previous days and refreshing people, he beckoned from the window before entering the door, and said, "Xiaofan, come with me!"

Yang Yifan was stunned for a moment and opened the door and asked, "Brother Nan, what's wrong?"

Nan Lifeng smiled and grabbed the young man's little hand, and said as he walked: "Master is out of the customs today, and his old man said he wants to see you." ”

"Huh?" Yang Yifan was stunned.

Master, Brother Nan's Master, is that the savior who brought him here...... The Seven Saints of Cangli, Sword Venerable 'Xuanqing'! When the world Dongzhou and even the entire cloud wilderness cultivated into an extremely terrifying sword sect master. As early as more than 200 years ago, the peerless figure who broke through the 'condensation' and stepped into the immortal path double heaven 'turned into a god', even today he doesn't know his skills and deep cultivation, and the realm is geometric!

Yang Yifan was full of excitement, thinking that such a big man was going to summon him, and he was nervous in his heart. He was a little longing, and even more curious, that famous big man, that Sword Sect Venerable Master Xuanqing Sword Venerable, would know his past... How about my blank past... He couldn't remember clearly, but he always felt that there was something he couldn't let go, lingering...

The shade under the trees blows the warm spring breeze, and from the direction of the bluestone path, out of the courtyard is a vast red maple garden. The red maple is tall and straight like fire, and the blooming branches and leaves are luxuriant and connected together, towering to the sky.

The south is not fast, and Yang Yifan follows closely.

The cool breeze blows the winding path and is quiet, the road of the red maple garden seems to have no end, and it has been walking for a long time to bypass the high mound, the field of vision suddenly opens, the winding stone road is connected to the corridor erected in the air, and the foot has become an abyss of clouds.

A group of white spirit herons crossed the arched bridge, swayed in the air, swept the clear blue sky above the boy's head, and disappeared into the depths of the clouds to the north.

Ah, the West... Yang Yifan raised his head slightly towards the place where the spirit heron disappeared, and he was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide and his pupils dilated infinitely!

"Ahh

It's picturesque, but it's an indescribable scene!

The void in front of him is like a sharp pillar of heaven, running straight through the earth from under the endless firmament! The lone peak is like a sword up and down, this mountain that violates the pattern is the center of Dongji Mountain, one of the six main peaks of the Cangli Sword Sect, Tianjian Mountain!

Floating clouds are occasionally faint, and the real scene in it is too far for the naked eye to see. Yang Yifan could also faintly see dozens of vague black dots floating in the sky around the mountain, and in the distance, hundreds of miles away, only the outline of the mountains and mountains remained.

In the whistling wind, there may be the sound of a waterfall gurgling waterfall, Miao Miao is like a flood and like a heavenly sound, scattered with the wind but I don't know where it comes from.

The corridor under his feet returned to the earth, and the road was much straighter. Go further, a huge ancient red maple falls into the eyes, the shape is like a flame branch luxuriant and towering to the sky, the mountainside or the red maple branches crisscross the pavilion corridor links the ancient buildings and flying pavilions, the pavilions and pavilions are hidden in the meantime, if there is a mist can not be seen its whole picture.

Yang Yifan was stunned, this mountain wonder is amazing, like a ghostly axe, and it is natural!

The two of them walked out of the corridor of the loop and walked into a more secluded grove.

The forest is not big, I didn't go far to see an ancient pavilion hall in the quiet bamboo forest, and I saw the word 'spiritual shrine' written on the plaque in front of the ancient pavilion door closely, and there was a faint smoke wind around the house, slowly floating.

"It's here. Nan Lifeng paused and said softly.

Yang Yifan's face tightened when he heard this, his palms clenched with both hands and his palms were even more dripping with sweat, and he sighed: "Brother Nan..."

Seeing his reaction like this, Nan Lifeng understood it clearly, and said with a slight smile: "Xiao Fan doesn't have to be nervous, Master, his old man has always been kind and approachable, if you ask anything, you can answer honestly." ”

Yang Yifan took a deep breath, tried to calm his mind, and nodded heavily.

Nan Lifeng adjusted his breathing and retracted his expression, then stretched out his hand and pushed open the door in front of him.

Crunch!

There was a strong smell of soot in my nose. Yang Yifan's breath was suffocated, and he almost choked and coughed out, but fortunately, a gust of wind blew and breathed smoothly, and the corners of his eyes were still stinging tight.

Nan Lifeng bowed respectfully to the hall in front of him, bowed and said, "Disciple Nan Lifeng, meet Master." ”

"Hmm. The slightly depressed voice of the vicissitudes of life responded lightly.

Nan Lifeng gently pulled the corner of Yang Yifan's clothes and said in a low voice: "Xiao Fan..."

Yang Yifan let out an "ah", his tense heart was even more hanging, and he couldn't help but let out an exclamation. His head was empty, and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed in the direction of the hall, and said nervously: "Yang Yifan, thank you for saving your life! I, I kowtow to you..."

The immortal cultivators have not proved that the immortal dao is not a real immortal, but the realm of the seven saints of Cangli is unfathomable, and in the eyes of ordinary mortals, they exist like immortals who are high up! Yang Yifan originally vaguely knew a few points from the records in the book, but how could he, a fourteen-year-old child, really distinguish so clearly, not to mention that he was so nervous that he was so nervous that he was speechless and funny, which was ridiculous, but no one dared to laugh.

The voice of the vicissitudes of life was not shocked, but he said flatly: "Get up." ”

A gust of wind blew his knees, and Yang Yifan stood up unconsciously. Raising his head slightly, he glanced ahead... The hall is very large and very wide, the cigarette smoke is also very dim, and not far above is a square tripod full of incense ash. Yang Yifan was taken aback when he looked at it, the wall on the apse of the Ding was actually a 'spiritual mountain', densely displaying countless spiritual positions! The spiritual mountain has a total of 16 steps from top to bottom, and the number of spiritual positions on each level is different, the number of spiritual positions is not less than 20, and the few are as many as three or five in addition to the top one, and these hundreds of spiritual positions come into view, which is terrifying, and makes people's hearts shake and uneasy! This 'spiritual shrine' contains the ancestors who can be enshrined in the Mixed Yuan Peak for generations!

Standing next to the big tripod under those spiritual seats, the Xuanqing Sword Venerable above the hall was wearing a gray robe, his aura was tall and tall, he just stood there straight and silent, but it was like a pool of empty valleys and deep as the abyssal sea, vast and unfathomable.

To his surprise, this immortal-like Sword Venerable was obviously less than forty, but his long gray hair was scattered and drooping from his shoulders, and his face was vicissitudes with a hint of tiredness and old age. The imaginary elegance in Yang Yifan's mind before, insignificant and transcendent from the mortal, is lonely and lonely at this moment.

The middle-aged Xuanqing's eyes were calm, and he looked at this trembling young man condescendingly.

Yang Yifan's neck shrank, and his peeking gaze was also retracted, even though the man's eyes were as calm as water, but when they fell on his body, they were faintly heavy as mountains, pressing him out of breath.

"Get on your knees!"

Xuanqing Jianzun's face was serious, and his voice suddenly said.

Yang Yifan listened to that sound and instinctively knelt down again. Before he had time to kowtow this time, the deep voice continued:

"Incense, nine knocks!"

Nan Lifeng, who was waiting next to him, took out three pillars of tribute incense out of nowhere, burned the incense and passed it into Yang Yifan's hand, Yang Yifan was stunned for a moment, and kowtowed nine times to the hall respectfully with the incense.

The forehead slammed against the ground again and again, making a dull sound that echoed through the empty hall. Nine knocks are the most solemn etiquette, Yang Yifan is not stupid and vaguely understands a little bit in his heart, so he knocks very slowly and is very respectful!

After the ceremony, Nan Lifeng helped Yang Yifan up, whispered a word in his ear, Yang Yifan nodded nervously with a happy face, and then lowered his body and walked quickly towards Dading in front of him.

The Ding furnace is very high, and the Ding mouth is one meter five or six, which is a head taller than himself. Yang Yifan trembled, and lifted his trembling arms with difficulty.

"I'll do it ... ”

Xuanqing Jianzun said, moved two steps forward and took the three-pillar tribute incense in his hand by the young man's side.

Xuanqing Sword Venerable held incense in both hands and bowed slightly to the 'Lingshan' above, and muttered: "Unfilial disciple Xuanqing, today he accepted Yang Yifan as the seventeenth generation of Youyun disciple of the Cangli Sword Sect. ”

The three-pillar tribute incense was presented into the ding, Yang Yifan remembered the advice in Nan Lifeng's ear, he took a few steps back, and once again 'pounced' on his knees and kowtowed to Xuanqing three times. This more than a dozen rings did not stop, the young man's fair forehead was wiped red by the skin, he didn't care, and said excitedly: "Disciple Yang Yifan thank Master!"

Xuan Qing was still expressionless, didn't look at him, twitched the corners of his lips and said indifferently: "Get up, Chaoyuan Peak shouldn't have accepted you, maybe it's fate..."

As soon as these words came out, Yang Yifan's body stiffened suddenly, and even His Royal Highness's Nan Lifeng, who had a hint of a smile, couldn't help but be shocked.

This is... What does that mean?

Yang Yifan didn't understand, and Nan Lifeng didn't understand either. The hall suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere was depressing and inexplicably strange.

Xuan Qing was silent for a moment and said, "That's it, now you blame me for this reversal... Today, since you have entered the door of Xuanqing of the Mixed Yuan Peak Youyun One Line, you must remember the rules and precepts of the door in the future, and practice well!"

"Yes, yes!" Yang Yifan replied respectfully and got up from the ground.

Xuan Qing asked in a low voice, "Lifeng said that you have amnesia, what have you remembered these days?"

When Yang Yifan heard the voice, his empty mind was still a mess. These days, he is obsessed with the collection of books sent by Nan Lifeng all day long, and he has no extra mind to think about anything, anyway, he doesn't even leave any fragmentary impressions in his empty mind.

Yang Yifan took a deep breath, didn't dare to raise his head, and asked boldly: "I don't remember, Master, do you know what I used to be?"

Xuan Qing shook his head: "I don't know." ”

"When you enter the immortal gate, you should cut down the mortal dust, and forget it, so as not to increase the trouble..."

Xuan Qing couldn't lift his spirits, waved his hand tiredly, and said: "There is a lot of work in terms of cultivation, I'm tired, let's go down." ”

Yang Yifan was disappointed in his heart, and said respectfully: "Yes!"

His Royal Highness's Nan Lifeng bowed and responded: "Disciple obeys!"

Yang Yifan also saluted, and the two of them retreated cautiously towards the outside of the hall, near the door, Nan Lifeng pushed the door open, and the voice in the hall suddenly came: "Wait a minute!"

The voice was not angry but mighty, as if it exuded an irresistible force. Yang Yifan turned around slowly, his pupils dilated, and he saw a pair of red eyes falling on him... To be precise, it falls in your own pupils.

Those red eyes were as powerful as mountains and seas, deep and deep, as if the vast and endless lava purgatory had swallowed itself into.

The boy's body glowed red, and it instantly became hot. His left eye lost its luster, but his right eye seemed to be tumbling and beating uncontrollably, and the dark pupils eroded the whites of his eyes as if they had a unique life, and it was struggling and about to come out.

"Xiao Fan..."

A slight call echoed in his ears. Yang Yifan was shocked and suddenly woke up.

The gate in front of him cast white sunlight from between the leaves, and the cool breeze in the forest was blowing on his face, and he stood quietly in the door of the ancestral hall, stepping out with one foot and the other before stepping inside, just standing stupidly and motionless.

There were no red eyes, and I didn't turn around to look at the master, my fair cheeks were cool in the wind... Yang Yifan blinked, hallucination?

Nan Lifeng asked in surprise outside the door, "Xiaofan, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh, no, it's fine. Yang Yifan didn't understand either, shook his head and walked out.

The wooden door coincided, the temple door was closed, and the gloomy ancient hall of the Lingzu Temple was shrouded in a more gloomy and solemn atmosphere.

Xuan Qing was preoccupied, and stood quietly in the hall for a long time, his indifferent eyes slanted in the tripod beside him, and the three pillars of tribute incense were extinguished for some reason, and no smoke was raised.

He stretched out his hand and reached out of the mouth of the ding, and a blazing and terrifying flame burned out of thin air, directly burning the tribute incense into ashes.

He closed his eyes, sighed in a deep voice, and spat out forcefully in the hall: "Rank ancestors, since you have received the courtesy, you will not be blamed!"