A competition full of accidents has finally ended, and the top four of the sect's newcomer trial have been decided.

Yun Yao, Guo Ruer, Zhan Wu, Bai Jing.

In the second round of the game, Bai Jing's opponent was Yun Yao, and as soon as he came on the field, Bai Jing announced that he would give up the game, turned around and walked off the stage, without even looking at Yun Yao carefully.

Yun Yao on the opposite side had an indifferent face, and only a few people saw it, and at that moment, Yun Yao held the hand of the hilt of the sword and squeezed it tightly.

A breeze is still a breeze, and it doesn't change much because of people's emotions.

No one notices even the slightest change, just like the tiny tree on the sidelines, no one notices its existence, let alone its disappearance.

Shirai didn't look at anyone outside the field, but went down to the main peak.

Back in the courtyard, Bai Jing lay in a bamboo chair, and the leaves above his head still fell and covered his body, sometimes on a small tree not far away.

It's the small tree in the main peak proving ground.

Shirai moved it over and didn't look at it again.

Shirai has something on his mind, and Dou'er in the courtyard thinks so.

Dou'er didn't ask anything, just silently cleaned the yard.

The mountains are beautiful and full of spiritual resources.

But Shirai wanted to go down the mountain to have a look, and since he came to this new world, he hadn't taken a good look.

But Li Guangming's question is difficult.

It was so difficult that someone wanted him to never pass that hurdle, so he didn't dare to take a step forward in front of that hurdle.

When thoughts drift far away, sorrow drifts so far away.

The figure rubbed against the wood, making a sharp sound of silk threads, and the door of the small courtyard opened.

Outside the door stood Li Guangming.

The gray robe swayed slightly, and the long sword of Xuan Gray was carried behind him.

Dou'er stood by with a broom in his hand.

Looking at each other, Li Guangming still didn't understand.

There are a lot of things that I don't understand.

"I'm going to see today's trial. ”

Li Guangming's voice was slightly hoarse, and it was obvious that he had a bad time in the past few days.

"Beans, add two dishes, um... It's still a mountain carp tofu. ”

Bai Jing got up from the bamboo chair and said to Dou'er.

Dou'er glared at Bai Jing, but put down the broom, rolled up his sleeves and got busy.

Bai Jing didn't say anything to Li Guangming, but just walked out of the small courtyard.

The small courtyard is built according to the mountain cliff, standing on the edge of the cliff, surrounded by clouds and mist, and the bottom is not visible.

Bai Jing and Li Guangming stood on the edge of the cliff and did not say a word for a long time.

In Bai Jing's view, although Li Guangming is weak in speech and has a more and more withdrawn temperament, he is only thirteen years old after all.

At the age of thirteen, it is time to be green and high-spirited.

Looking at Li Guangming, who was in the fog ahead, his face was confused, and he was completely not as lively and comfortable as when he went in and out of Yunshui Mountain.

"Your sword, give it to me. ”

This is Shirai's first sentence, unhurried.

Li Guangming's face was stunned, revealing confusion and worry.

But after a while, Li Guangming still untied the long sword and handed it to Bai Jing.

This is a heavy and simple spirit sword, four pins.

Delicate lines, sharp blades.

In the mountain wind, the long sword roared.

With a roar, Shirai threw the long sword to the bottom of the cliff with all his might!

Through the clouds and mist, disappear.

Li Guangming's face turned red, and he was extremely angry, that sword had accompanied him for three years!

It was his companion and brother, but now he is in the abyss.

"If you want it back, follow me. ”

Shirai ignored Li Guangming's anger and turned away.

Li Guangming stood in place, turning from anger to sadness.

The autumn wind always likes to roll the leaves, rippling around without regard for people's hearts.

Shirai did not return to the small courtyard, but walked alone to a large tree outside the courtyard.

Using a wooden sword, he cut down a branch nearly three feet long and as thick as a wrist, and walked back to Li Guangming's side.

"Start practicing your sword today, use this. ”

Looking at the branch handed over by Shirai, he was a little dazed, but he still subconsciously held it in his hand.

Even Li Guangming didn't understand why he would listen to the words of this person who was several years younger than him and was not familiar with him.

Back in the small courtyard, Dou'er saw that there was no long sword behind Li Guangming, replaced by a rough and slightly curved branch, and couldn't help but pause, glanced at the ordinary white well next to him, and turned to get up to set the table.

I thought, it's a four-grade spirit sword, and if you say you throw it, you will throw it away, it's really a loser's idler.

In front of the square table, the three of them ate very slowly and quietly, and Dou'er looked at the two of them from time to time, full of doubts.

Li Guangming was still carrying a branch behind him, like a wooden stick on his back, perhaps because he was used to the sword not leaving his body.

......

Since then, Li Guangming has lived in Qingshi Peak, Li Guangming did not live in the small courtyard of Baijing, but built a wooden house outside the courtyard by the wall, and when he was eating, Dou'er stood at the gate of the courtyard and shouted, and the rest of the time he was practicing swords in addition to sleeping.

Whenever Li Guangming practiced swordsmanship, Bai Jing always watched from the side, at first he stood and watched, and then he moved out the reclining chair in the courtyard and put it under the tree to lie down.

The white well on the recliner, sometimes counting the falling leaves, sometimes looking at the ants carrying grain, only Li Guangming, waving the branches without stopping.

The autumn wind blows, the fallen leaves fly, a landscape.

Bai Jing was very strange how Li Guangming had such unlimited energy.

Li Guangming also thought to himself, how did he get to the true beginning when he was so lazy?

There are three people in the family, only Dou'er is still a normal person, in addition to practicing swords, he tidies up the small yard, cooks, and does laundry, all of which need to be taken care of.

......

Taigangfeng didn't have Li Guangming, which was something that the disciples suddenly realized after a long time.

Some people say that Li Guangming went down the mountain and went home to farm.

Some people also say that Li Guangming fell into the devil and went into hiding.

The first to know that Qingshi Peak was a newcomer was the second senior brother, pointing to the simple wooden house next to Baijing and laughing for a long time, but finally practiced with Li Guangming with great interest.

Bai Jing also only now knew the realm of the second senior brother Ziyu, because Bai Jing was too curious about the realm of the master and uncle and the two senior brothers, so he couldn't help but ask.

Looking at the main peak, the second senior brother said casually: return to the source.

Bai Jing, Li Guangming, and Dou'er stayed in place for a while.

You must know that there is also the entry into the yuan, the virtual body, the practice court after the real beginning period, and then the return to the source!

Each of the later realms is more than ten times more difficult than the previous realm, and the second senior brother is only twenty years old, so he can really be called a genius!

"What about Senior Brother?"

Shirai couldn't help but ask again.

"I don't know, in short, it's slightly stronger than me, don't ask me about the realm of master and uncle, you'll know in the future, in short, you are all just starting out on the path of cultivation, don't be proud because you win for a while, and don't lose your heart because you are behind for a while, do you understand? ”

In the end, the second senior brother put on the most handsome appearance of Qingshi Peak again, and the folding fan in his hand was fanning.