A white-beaked crane flies high in the sky, its slender wings flapping again and again, graceful and powerful.

It seems to fly unhurriedly, but it is actually faster than the best galloping horses.

The white-beaked crane is a three-rank spirit animal, with characteristics such as speed and stamina, making it an excellent 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 coveted personal mount for many monks.

On the back of the crane, Lu Yiming sat cross-legged.

The high-altitude air currents are very fast, and the monk needs to use his spiritual power to stabilize his body, but the white-beaked crane has its own wind fighting ability, 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 the highest peak, there is a big bluestone square, a white archway stands tall on the square, and there are three vigorous and powerful big characters on the archway: Yuanwu faction.

The three words on the archway are full of sharpness 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 with the Yuanwu faction, but with Xue Wangchuan becoming the head of the Yuanwu faction, this neighbor rose rapidly, and the 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 develop.

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, only the disciple on duty walked over and skillfully stopped the bleeding and applied medicine for him, and after a few breaths, the disciple in Tsing Yi got up with difficulty 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 derived some new businesses.

For example, in betting, some people regularly organize competitions, accept bets from disciples and make profits, and the sect turns a blind eye to this, demanding that it not be killed or disabled, so the infighting among the Yuanwu faction is even more intense. When the battle is easy to arouse anger and lead to a shot that does not know the severity of the shot, when the ring was first established, there were several maiming and death tragedies, the sect punished the loser with the power of thunder, depending on the severity of the situation, the light is to face the wall for three years, and the heavy is to kill in public, the disciples of Yuanwu are silent, and no one dares to cross the red line.

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

The Yuanwu sect style has made many people daunted, but in recent years, the elite disciples of the Yuanwu sect have appeared frequently, attracting many talented and aggressive young monks to join, and the strength of the Yuanwu sect has increased dramatically.

Most of 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, when Lu Yiming stood in 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.

The disciples had strange expressions on their faces, and when they looked at Lu Yiming's eyes, they also felt a little more understanding and sympathy......

Lu Yiming came to a cave mansion 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 a master by Lu Yiming was 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.

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, said 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 then make a decision after returning to the mountain to report to the master." ”

"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 golden-winged eagles in Jiyun Peak, and I was informed of my whereabouts by the enemy, and I was defeated in a hard battle, and a golden python suddenly jumped out, I took advantage of the chaos to escape, and returned to the mountain to recuperate for three months before re-emerging from the mountain, and slaughtered the enemy... I've always wondered if the golden python came too coincidentally, and since the man mentioned it, I think he did it. ”

Lu Yiming asked softly: "How to deal with it?"

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, see if you can cooperate with Yan Ji in terms of management, Hugh has to make outsiders laugh at my Yuanwu faction is mean and unkind. ”

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

As soon as he got out of the cave, his pace accelerated significantly, and he hurried to the Danfang to receive Qinghua Dan, and told the third uncle about Yan Ji, and did not go back to his residence, but went straight to the mountain gate.

Turning over a mountain wall, his figure froze.

A girl dressed in white stands at the end of the mountain road.

"Brother Yiming!"

The girl's eyebrows are picturesque, pure and moving, and her eyes are 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 was even more bitter, and he said abruptly: "Senior sister Wan'er, I really treat you as a sister......

Tears finally burst out of her eyes, and she said in a low voice: "But you said back then that you were willing to marry me." ”

Lu Yiming was even more lonely, and it seemed that he was eager to find a piece of tofu and hit him headlong, and it took a long time before he said sadly: "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, eleven years old!"

"At that time, I was a child, but you are no longer a child, our Yuanwu faction promises that Brother Yiming is a big hero who stands up to the sky, but it doesn't count ...... if you can't speak."

Lu Yiming was crazy: "I reported this matter to the master, but the master didn't say anything." ”

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

The deer was stunned and speechless.

The girl said seriously: "Brother Yiming, Wan'er remembers 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 Xiaocana..."

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 girl smiled sweetly at him: "I'm about to condense my veins." ”

"The condensation is imminent... The condensation is imminent, oh my God!" the deer let out a wail.