A thick cold mist shrouded the entire Qingling Mountain, and the morning light came late, and the valleys everywhere were filled with a leisurely gray and white, sticky and cold. The fog sometimes fluttered like a veil, sometimes rolled and undulated like a wave. The Nine Peaks of Qingling loomed in this illusory mist, like a fairy mountain outside the sky.

Finally, a wisp of gold broke through the fog, sprinkling a faint warmth into the mountains. The fog faded, and the paths gradually showed their original appearance, whether winding and rugged, steep and steep, or strange and chic, but they all meandered to their own ends in their own way.

An old monk with immortal wind bones slowly paced slowly on Zhijian Peak, his steps were light and his expression was leisurely. But if you look closely, you will find that he is not walking along the mountain road, but completely spontaneously, completely ignoring the steep mountain wall and sharp gravel under his feet, and where his feet go, it is Pingchuan!

The flying backward mountain scenery beside him made it clear that his speed was by no means as slow as his posture. And those Qingling Sect disciples who happened to pass by him didn't have anyone to look at him more, as if this old monk didn't exist at all.

The old monk stopped in front of the door of a wooden house, and slammed the door, and there was a vague answer from inside the room, but the wooden door did not open. The old Taoist priest was not in a hurry, he stood in front of the door, quietly looking at the rising sun, and his eyes flashed from time to time.

After a long time, the wooden door was pushed open, and a little girl with fluffy hair came out, pouting dissatisfiedly, wiping her eyes vigorously, and glancing through her fingers at the nasty old monk in front of the door.

The old monk naturally saw the little girl's dissatisfaction, it was strange that a child of this age did not get up angry, but he did not have the slightest apology for disturbing people's dreams, and still looked light: "Little girl, sleeping lazily is not a good habit, come and accompany the old man to see this energetic morning sun." ”

When she heard this, the little girl froze and said to herself, "Who are you, old man?" Get up early in the morning and smash the door of the little girl's room, and let people accompany you to see the rising sun? Is your mind too pure or am I too impure?

The little girl put down her hands and stared at the old monk with those little eyes that drooped from the corners of her eyes, and her nostrils were still uncontrollably panting, obviously on the verge of exploding. But her angry expression seemed to the old monk more like a kitten who was angry with her.

The old monk shook his head and said, "Since you have already gotten up, why bother with it, if you don't want to look at the rising sun, then how about inviting the old man to come in and sit?"

When the little girl saw that the old monk was about to break into the house with the sleeves of his robe raised, she was immediately frightened, subconsciously took two steps back, grabbed her hair vigorously, and shouted to the side with all her strength: "Help! Senior brother and sister come and catch the hooligans!"

"Hooligans......? You say I'm a hooligan?" the old monk's mouth fell, his eyes widened, and he could no longer put on the posture of an outsider. He was actually regarded as a hooligan? Where had he ever encountered such a situation in all his hundreds of years of life, and at this time, even if he had cultivated to the heavens and wisdom, he could only stand there helplessly, completely unsure of how to deal with this stupid and cute little girl in front of him.

"You don't even know me?" said the old monk, blowing his beard and glaring.

Before the little girl could answer, the door of another wooden house not far away was slammed open, and a black-robed female cultivator shot out: "Where are the hooligans?"

Almost at the same time, there were several clear whistles nearby, and it was the disciples of the Qingling Sect who lived nearby who heard the call for help, and hurriedly issued a warning and rushed to this side desperately.

"Senior Sister Tian Glyco, what's wrong?" The first to arrive was naturally the nearest black-robed female cultivator, she heard the call for help and hurriedly came, but only saw Tian Glycin standing at the door alone.

That stupid and cute little girl is the most dazzling pearl among the disciples of the Qingling Sect - Tian Glycoside.

Tian Glyco's qualifications can be described as ancient and modern, in the history of the Qingling Sect, there are endless genius disciples, but there is absolutely no second person who can compare with her. In the first year of entry, she cultivated to the sixth layer of qi refining in one breath with only a few spirit stones, and after the entrance assessment, she was summoned by the sect to enter the Grinding Sword Hall, and then in just a few months, Tian Wei was first busy moving, and then began to slowly familiarize herself with the new environment of the Grinding Sword Hall, in short, she has not carried out systematic cultivation, but her cultivation has unconsciously broken into the ninth layer of Qi refining, she has just turned sixteen years old, she has almost not spent any resources, and she is about to build a foundation, and she never knows what the bottleneck is on the way to practice. Such a talent really made the disciples in the sect who had been stumbling for many years in the Qi refining period sigh with admiration.

However, corresponding to her anti-natural qualifications is her confused character, Tian Glycoin looks like she can't wake up all day long, she has always been slow to deal with people and doesn't say anything, and her brain is very different from ordinary people, and she doesn't know how many jokes she has made since she started. But fortunately, the little girl looks cute, simple and pure, and her brothers and sisters have always loved her as their own daughter.

That's right, it's a girl! The little girl's mental age really can't make people get along with her as a peer, and can only take care of her as a little milk baby or a smart kitten and a dog.

In front of Tian Yin's door, more than a dozen disciples of the Qingling Sect had already gathered to hear the sound, and the little girl roared angrily just now, and her senior brothers and sisters immediately exploded as soon as they heard that there were hooligans. This Zhijian Peak is the location of the entrance of the Grinding Sword Hall, and most of the disciples of the entire sect who are famous for their combat power live in this peak, it is not an exaggeration to say that Zhijian Peak has gathered most of the combat power of the Qingling Sect, and today someone dares to play hooligan here? This is crazy, right?

Tian Jing was staring blankly at the air in front of her at this time, she couldn't understand at all, how could the old rascal just now disappear in an instant.

The black-robed nun kept asking the little girl what was going on, but she didn't get the slightest response. She knew that the little girl in front of her was the treasure of the Qingling Sect, and she couldn't miss it at all, and the sect arranged Tian Yin's residence next to her, naturally there was no shortage of meaning to let her protect nearby, and as a deacon of the Grinding Sword Hall, it was also her duty to ensure the safety of the little girl.

Tian Wei didn't speak, the black-robed female cultivator was naturally anxious, and the disciples of the Sword Grinding Hall wearing various colored robes next to her also kept asking. The little girl had just come back to her senses from the old rascal, and she was stunned by the large black, blue, yellow, and cyan robes, and her heart began to worry: "Why are so many people here?

The senior brothers and sisters were busy trying to find out the situation of the little girl, and a few anxious ones even started to search inside and outside the house, making the scene a lot of chickens and dogs.

While everyone is busy, let's talk about these different colors of clothes in front of us first.

If you want to talk about robes, you have to talk about the establishment of the Grinding Sword Hall, as the most powerful hall of the Qingling Sect, the composition of its personnel is also relatively complex.

The hall master of the Grinding Sword Hall is naturally the Qingyan Elder of the Jindan Period, and the hall master is the spiritual leader of the Grinding Sword Hall, responsible for all matters in the Consulate General's Hall, but unless there is a danger of life and death, he generally does not personally participate in the battle.

There are six black-robed deacons under the hall master, except for one chief deacon who is responsible for directing the battle, the other deacons can be counted as non-combatants, these non-combat deacons perform their own duties, and are responsible for personnel coordination, task allocation, resource allocation, foreign-related exchanges, logistics and other matters in the hall on weekdays.

In addition to the elders and deacons, the remaining disciples are pure combatants, but these disciples do not all have the right to fight, there are more than five hundred resident disciples in the Sword Grinding Hall, and these five hundred people will compete on weekdays, forming a detailed ranking according to their combat strength, only the top three hundred disciples are qualified to fight externally, and only these three hundred people are qualified to wear yellow robes.

As for the disciples who are ranked outside the three hundred, they are naturally considered inner disciples during the foundation building period, and they all wear blue robes, and those in the qi refining period still have to wear green robes that represent the outer disciples.

Although among the disciples who are qualified to wear the yellow robe, the one with the lowest cultivation level also has the cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building, and it seems that the disciples in the Qi refining stage are still a long way from wearing the yellow robe, but you can't underestimate the few disciples wearing the green robe.

Those who can join the Sword Grinding Hall as a Qi refining period are definitely arrogant for a while, and they may soar to the sky at any time, compared to those foundation building disciples who have been ranked in the three or four hundred for a long time, these little junior brothers and sisters in green robes are the pillars of the future of the Sword Grinding Hall.

For example, there was a fat man with the body of the earth source before, and the temperamental little Zhengtai who always followed him, but now these two people have put on the blue robe at a flying speed, and it won't be long before they can become the backbone of the Sword Grinding Hall.

Another example is the little girl Tian Glycoin in front of him with a confused face, and a demon boy who can rank 320th in the Sword Grinding Hall with his combat power only by refining qi and cultivating perfectly, and even a loser who pinched a large handful of talismans wherever he went......

In short, the personnel composition of the Sword Grinding Hall is a bit complicated, but its organization is quite tight, and its combat power is enough to deter any Xiao Xiao who has ill intentions towards the Qingling Sect. Believe it or not, this group of colorful people still carefully and thoroughly checked the vicinity of Tian Glycoside's residence, and of course there was nothing to gain as expected.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and everyone thought that although hysteria in teenagers was uncommon, it was not surprising if it happened to a child with an unbalanced brain development like Tian Glycoside. In the end, it was the deacon's sister who comforted the little girl with kind words, telling Tian Glycin not to be afraid, concentrate on cultivation, don't think crankily on weekdays, and the senior brothers and sisters will take good care of her.

After sending the deacon away, Tian Yi smacked her lips to come back to her senses, and the deacon's sister said that she usually had nightmares as a result of her cranky thoughts, right? She was also a monk anyway, and in the end she couldn't even tell the difference between dreams and reality? The little girl was a little aggrieved, but she really couldn't figure out how the old rascal disappeared.

Tian Wei pouted and sat on the chair, tossing for a morning, she felt that her throat was burning, and she quickly reached out and took the water cup and was about to pour it into her mouth, but at the moment when the water cup was attached to her lips, she suddenly felt that her hand was not obedient, and then she soon found that not only her hand, but her whole body was frozen there, unable to move.

The little girl had the heart to open her mouth to cry for help, but she could not make a sound, and what frightened her even more was that a figure appeared in front of her out of thin air, it was the old rascal! Not only did he go and return, but he also easily restrained her there without knowing what means he used.