A white-beaked crane flies high in the sky, its slender wings flapping again and again, graceful and powerful. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info It seems like it's flying unhurriedly, but in fact, it's faster than the best galloping horses.

As a three-rank spirit animal, the white-beaked crane has characteristics such as speed and stamina, making it a rare flying mount. The only drawback is the low weight capacity, which can usually only carry the weight of one person, but the white-beaked crane is still a dream personal mount for many monks.

On the wide crane back, the deer sat cross-legged.

The air currents in the high air are very fast, and the monks often need to use their spiritual power to stabilize their bodies, but the white-beaked crane has its own wind fighting skills, and the turbulence is completely isolated by the cyan wind shelter. Lu Yiming sat in the light mask with his eyes closed and pondered, his face was still so pale, and his expression was still so lonely.

"Yikes!~"

Qingyue's crane cry woke the deer to a roar, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a patch of rolling majestic mountain peaks. On the mountainside of one of the highest peaks, there is a big bluestone square, and a white archway stands tall on the square, and there are three vigorous and powerful characters on the archway.

Yuanwu faction!

The three words on the archway are full of vigor and wildness.

The mountain gate of the Yuanwu faction is naturally the highest peak in the vicinity, and all the nearby peaks belong to the Yuanwu faction.

Originally, there were several sects in this area, which used to coexist peacefully with the Yuanwu faction, but with Xue Wangchuan becoming the head of the Yuanwu faction, this neighbor rose rapidly, and their style of behavior was very different from before, and they had to make a choice, either to be annexed or to find another place to settle.

It is never a pleasant thing to meet a neighbor who is arrogant and domineering.

The white-beaked crane began to fall.

was about to return to the sect, but Lu Yiming did not have half joy on his face, but there was a slight struggle in his eyes. However, when the white-beaked crane landed on the bluestone square, his face had returned to his usual loneliness and indifference.

There are many disciples of the Yuanwu faction near the bluestone square, and at the four corners of the square, there is a big ring of thirty meters square, which is the place where the disciples in the door compete in martial arts. When Lu Yiming landed, there were disciples competing in three of the big rings, and there were disciples watching at each place.

One of the rings just split the winner, and a disciple in Tsing Yi was knocked out of the ring, spurting out a large mouthful of blood in mid-air, and the ribs were dripping with blood, and the servant fell to the ground motionless. The spectators next to him, some cheered and laughed, some complained and scolded, but none of them cared about the life and death of the loser, and after a few breaths, the disciple in Tsing Yi struggled to get up and staggered away.

Lu Yiming was not surprised by this.

This is the Yuanwu faction, which encourages its disciples to compete, and these rings are set up for private fighting. Whether it is to solve personal grievances or set up a lottery competition, it can be solved in the ring, and over time, the competition of disciples in this Yuanwu sect has actually derived some new businesses.

For example, **, some people regularly organize competitions, accept bets from disciples in the sect and profit from them, and the sect also turns a blind eye to this, but requires that it not be killed or disabled, so the infighting among the disciples of the Yuanwu faction is even more intense. When the battle is easy to arouse anger, resulting in a shot that does not know the severity of the shot, when the ring was first established, there were several tragedies that were maimed and killed, and the sect punished the loser with the power of thunder, depending on the situation, he faced the wall for three years, and the heavy was killed in public, and the disciples of Yuanwu were silent, and no one dared to cross the red line.

Even so, it is not uncommon to be severely injured in the ring and break a few bones.

This kind of style makes many people daunted, but it is undeniable that in recent years, the elite disciples of the Yuanwu Sect have appeared frequently, and it has also attracted many talented and aggressive young monks to join, and the strength of the Yuanwu Sect has increased dramatically.

Therefore, the disciples of the Yuanwu faction have a kind of unruly temperament, and the more powerful they are, the more obvious their performance will be.

However, now, when Lu Yiming stood on the bluestone square, all the Yuanwu disciples looked very humble.

Whether they were on duty in the square or observing the ring, the Yuanwu disciples stepped forward one after another to salute, and even the two pairs of disciples who had not yet decided the winner quickly stopped, lowered their eyebrows one by one, and bowed to Lu Yiming, who looked lonely and lonely.

The Yuanwu faction respects the strong, and Lu Yiming's strength is known to everyone in the new generation.

"Senior Brother Lu!"

"Senior Brother Yiming!"

There was a shout in the square, and everyone was expressing their respect for Lu Yiming, but Lu Yiming frowned. He put his right index finger to his lips with some anxiety, made a silent gesture to everyone, and then walked briskly up the mountain, his steps obviously flustered.

Everyone understood his gesture, and there was a rare silence in the bluestone square. Most of the Yuanwu Sect disciples showed a look of clarity on their faces, and there was a little more understanding and sympathy in their eyes when they looked at Lu Yiming...

Along the mountain road, Lu Yiming came to a cave and bowed: "Master!"

"It's a Ming, come in. ”

The door of the cave opened silently, Lu Yiming walked in, and a middle-aged man with black beard was sitting upright on the jade bed.

The middle-aged man who was called the master by Lu Yiming was naturally Xue Wangchuan.

Xue Wangchuan's facial contours were soft, his black beard was like ink, he smiled gently, and he was as elegant as a scribe. Just looking at his appearance, it is easy to mistake people for a good temper. But everyone in the Kogura world knows that the Yuanwu faction's arrogant and aggressive style started with Xue Wangchuan.

"Is the matter of Dongtai Town done?"

"Master, no. ”

"Why?" Xue Wangchuan frowned, and his voice turned cold.

The Yuanwu faction has clear rewards and punishments, even if Lu Yiming is Xue Wangchuan's personal disciple, it is also difficult to escape punishment if he fails to complete the task, Lu Yiming hurriedly told the story again. In the end, he said: "That Yan remembered the boss Yan Haoran, saying that he had an old relationship with the master, and Yiming didn't dare to slack off, so he would rather believe in it first, put the matter of the refiner on hold for the time being, and go back to the mountain to confirm with the master before making a decision." ”

"You're doing a great job. Xue Wangchuan bowed his head and said, "Yan Haoran? ”

Lu Yiming said again: "He said that in the past, when the master was hunting golden-winged eagles in Cloud Peak, he helped the master. ”

"Cloud Peak... Golden-winged eagle..."

Xue Wangchuan was silent, and said in a deep voice: "Back then, I was hunting the golden-winged eagle in Jiyun Peak, and I was learned of the whereabouts of the enemy, and I was defeated in a hard battle, and a golden python suddenly jumped out at a critical time, so I was able to take advantage of the chaos to escape, and returned to the mountain to recuperate for three months, and then re-emerged from the mountain, and slaughtered the enemy... I always thought that it was a fluke, but since Yan Haoran mentioned it, I think there is such a thing. ”

Lu Yiming asked softly: "That... What to do?"

Xue Wangchuan waved his hand: "You go to Dongtai again, thank him in person on my behalf, and remember to go to the Danfang to get two Qinghua Dan as a gift before leaving." In addition, inform your third uncle to see if you can cooperate with Yan Ji in terms of management, so as not to make others laugh at my Yuanwu faction for being mean. ”

Lu Yiming responded, saluted Xue Wangchuan again, and turned to leave.

As soon as he got out of the cave, his footsteps increased significantly, and he hurried to the Danfang to receive Qinghua Dan, and he didn't go back to his residence, but went straight to the mountain gate.

Turning over a mountain wall, his figure froze.

"Brother Yiming!"

A girl in white stood pretty on the mountain road, her eyebrows were picturesque, pure and moving, and her eyes were clear and innocent.

Lu Yiming barely squeezed out a smile and saluted back: "Senior Sister Wan'er." ”

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and you don't come back to the mountain to see Wan'er, Wan'er is so sad..."

Lu Yiming's smile became even more bitter, and he said abruptly: "Senior sister Wan'er, I really treat you as a sister..."

Tears finally burst out of Wan'er's eyes, and she said in a low voice: "You said back then that you were willing to marry me!"

Lu Yiming was even more lonely, it seemed that he was eager to find a piece of tofu and hit him headlong, and said sadly and angrily: "You were only five years old at that time! You were still a child, I thought you wouldn't take that kind of joke to heart! Even now, you are only eleven years old..."

"But at that time, you were no longer a child, and the Yuanwu Sect made a promise..."The little girl said softly.

Lu Yiming frowned and said, "I reported this matter to the master. ”

The little girl said, "Daddy said that this is our business, and he doesn't interfere." ”

The deer was stunned and speechless.

The little girl said seriously: "Brother Yiming, I also remember what I promised you, Wan'er will work hard to cultivate, strive to catch up with you as soon as possible, and then invite my father to marry, and invite all factions in Ogura..."

Lu Yiming only felt that it was dark in front of him.

"I know you're in trouble, Wan'er just wants to come and see you, and I'm very happy to see it. Wan'er went back. The little girl said softly, her eyes full of emotion.

She was born extremely beautiful, and her voice was also very soft, but Lu Yiming's face was even paler.

He couldn't think of anything more ridiculous in the world.

Before leaving, the little girl smiled sweetly at him: "I'm about to condense my pulse." ”

"The condensation is imminent... The condensation is imminent, oh my God!" Lu Yiming suddenly let out a wail.