The northern desert is vast, the grass and trees are sparse, the sky is full of yellow sand, the long wind is calling, the ancient city looms, and the stone wall of the northern desert Qianji City is engraved with such a poem:

Dancing with a sword to the wind, drunk and arrogant.

When stepping on the flying sand and dragon play, singing the flying phoenix and forgetting the Wu.

The yellow sand is painted into a pen, and the poem is a ghost and a ghost is shattered.

Enlighten the chaotic world, and forget the world.

It is said that the middle-aged man with the sword saw the sloppy Taoist who seduced his family's cuihua stepping on the wind characters, so he gave up, turned around and rose with the sword, piercing into the clouds, in fact, he had already found Ye Linfeng and Ji Seventeen hidden behind the sand dunes, but he didn't bother with them.

Ye Linfeng and Ji Seventeen saw that the middle-aged man was gone, and they hurriedly got up and hurried, and Master Poyunzi asked them to come to the Northern Desert to see the ancient monument that had only been discovered recently.

Ye Linfeng of the first realm of Lingqi was not able to fly, that is, when he was fleeing for his life, he exercised his legs and feet, at this time, Ji Seventeen took out a piece of white paper from his sleeve, folded his index finger with a mysterious gesture, and a paper crane was born in his hand, and the paper crane was full of runes.

Ji Seventeen put the paper crane in the palm of his hand, and with a gentle blow, the paper crane slowly floated towards the sky as if it was alive, and its size slowly became huge, which is the secret art of origami.

The two jumped up, and the paper crane painted with runes vigorously stirred its wings, and the sand flew wildly under its huge body.

High in the sky, the paper crane is born through the clouds, there are two men on the back of the paper crane, both of them are very handsome characters, both of them are famous disciples of the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect, one is a genius of the sect, and the other is a waste.

Not long after, the two of them had come to the gate of the Thousand Machines City in the Northern Desert and saw the poem inscribed on the stone wall.

"Good poetry, good poetry!" Ye Linfeng said as he stood in front of the stone wall with a wooden box on his back, with a smug and obscene look.

"The little junior brother is erudite and talented, you say that a good poem is naturally a good poem, in my opinion, this poem is indeed bold enough. Ji XVII took out a wooden comb from his arms and combed his hair as he spoke.

"Senior brother, you don't understand, let it go first, you connect the first word of each sentence and read it to see what it is?" Ye Linfeng grinned.

"When it comes to wine, Huang Shiwu said. Ji Seventeen suddenly realized, and glanced at Ye Linfeng.

"I said that this poem is a good poem, you see that you can realize the Tao by relying on Huang Shi, and the person who composes the poem must be good. Ye Linfeng sighed, learning from Master Poyunzi to stroke his beard.

Ji Qiqi looked at Ye Linfeng like a fool, pulled a bun again, and no longer paid attention to him.

The two of them walked into the city gate and walked towards the guest room in an inn in the city, which was the room rented by Master Poyunzi in Thousand Machines City.

Entering the room, Ye Linfeng and Ji Seventeen made a big salute to Master Poyunzi, and then sat down on the side.

Ye Linfeng put down the bookbox he was carrying behind him, saying that it was a bookbox, more precisely, a life-saving box, which contained his life-saving things, three books, and a flower cat that slept and snored all day.

The flower cat named Huahua stretched his waist and crawled into Ye Linfeng's arms, rubbing Ye Linfeng's chest with his fat face.

In fact, among the seven disciples of the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect Po Yun Zi, only Ye Linfeng himself is wandering outside, and the rest of the disciples are all by Po Yun Zi's side, Ye Linfeng has "fragrant gluttony" in his body, even if it is a big sect like the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect, he does not dare to stay, Ye Linfeng has suffered a lot in the past few years, fortunately, some big forces have not yet fully determined that the mixed yuan immortal essence in Ye Linfeng's body is the mixed yuan mother essence, and the mixed yuan mother essence is the best in the mixed yuan immortal essence, otherwise those big forces will not send some men to test it, and directly arrest it.

"Disciples, do you know why we came to the Northern Desert this time?" Po Yunzi stroked the long beard on his chin with his hand and said slowly, with a fairy wind and bones.

"Didn't Master Zun know the secret of the ancient monument?" Ma Shouzhan, the eldest disciple under the seat of Poyunzi, pondered for a moment before responding.

Hearing this, Po Yunzi shook his head and said: "This is a mistake, this ancient monument was left by the immortals ten thousand years ago, and it is difficult for your master and I to know one or two of them." ”

Jiang Zhuofeng, the third disciple of Poyunzi, put a stainless steel flute horizontally on several cases, raised his head slightly, and saw a heroic face, with straight eyebrows and wide eyes, a high nose bridge, lips that were not thick or thin, and a slightly pointed chin, and slightly longer sideburns that were close to the cheeks.

Jiang Zhuofeng withdrew his hand back on his lap and said, "Master, although the apprentice has never seen that stone tablet, in my opinion, this stone tablet must have a shocking secret, otherwise why would Luo Shenling summon the cultivators of the entire continent to come and discuss?"

"Well, Feng'er is right, this stele does have a shocking secret, although I can't figure it out, but the Qingxu Dao who came this time said that this stele may contain the secret of becoming an immortal or a cultivation that can destroy the world**. Po Yunzi raised his right hand and gently stroked the white whiskers on his chin and said.

The master and apprentice discussed the mysterious ancient monument in detail, and suddenly heard a crane chirping, a white crane hovering over the courtyard of the inn, and the crane carried a purple-crowned Taoist on its back, holding a wooden sword in his hand.

There is nothing special about the wooden sword, it has no edge and no blade, and it looks like a wooden stick.

The master and apprentice walked out when they heard the sound, looked at the Purple Crowned Daoist who came from the crane, Po Yunzi knelt down, and the disciples also knelt down.

"What is there to kneel into, today I am here to give a sword, not to recognize my son. "The sleeves of the purple crown Taoist robe floated without wind, rolling like clouds.

"I wonder who Daxian came from afar to give the sword for?" Po Yunzi stood up and asked.

"Nature is for the destined. "The Purple Crowned Daoist stroked his white beard lightly, and he had the aura of a fairy wind and bones.

"Seventeen, don't go and catch the sword yet. Po Yunzi said to Ji Seventeen, and he thought that Ji Seventeen was the most qualified to be gifted with a sword by the immortals among his disciples.

"It's not him. The Purple Crown Daoist said.

"Who is that?" Po Yunzi was a little confused by the second monk.

"That kid in Tsing Yi. The Purple Crowned Daoist said lightly.

Everyone was shocked, even Ye Linfeng was unclear, if you want to talk about qualifications, among the disciples of the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect, Ye Linfeng is the worst, and he has been left in the Lingqi Initial Realm for a long time, which is almost like a waste.

"Catch the sword. After that, the wooden sword in the hand of the Purple Crown Daoist flashed away, and then Ye Linfeng had an additional wooden sword without a blade in his hand.

"This sword is taken from the Northern Desert Sword Cliff Osmanthus Tree, extremely hard, much stronger than the golden sword, my master Qianyuan Dao Chang and planted this osmanthus tree in the heart of the Zen master relationship is irreversible, he is dying to entrust me, said that the heart of the Zen master mercy of the world, since the fall of reincarnation, to avoid the suffering of all beings, my master he calculated that after four thousand years in the cultivation world will be a heyday, the tyrants will conquer, it is inevitable that the lives will be ruined, let me today he personally break the branch of the sword to make a sword of this wooden sword to a mixed Yuan Immortal Sect has not yet been able to open the wisdom of the little friend, I hope to stop him to stop the conquest, stabilize the world。 ”

"Little friend, this wooden sword has many wonderful uses, such as the fragrance it emits, make good use of it. The Purple Crowned Daoist said, drove the crane straight up to the clouds, his big sleeves fluttering, and there was no trace in an instant.

Ye Linfeng held the wooden sword in his hand, and was very excited: "Mother, it's similar to a clothes-pounding stick, it's a sword given by an immortal, and I will sleep with it at night." ”

The master and the senior brothers looked at Ye Linfeng like fools, and no matter how they looked, they couldn't tell that Ye Linfeng would be a person who was given a sword by an immortal.

"Master, who is that Purple Crowned Daoist, why do you even have to kneel?" Ye Linfeng couldn't help but ask curiously.

"The Ziyang Dao Master who is now guarding the Heavenly Gate is the only one I know who is a master of the ** realm. Broken Cloud said and stroked his beard.

Ye Linfeng exhaled, a little incredulous, he hadn't thought about Tianmen, he was like a grass carp, he would never be able to jump over the tall dragon gate, as for the ** realm, it should be a mythical character.

Po Yun Zi looked at this closed disciple who had never been able to make a breakthrough in his cultivation, and was a little puzzled, he took in Ye Linfeng because he took a fancy to the mixed yuan immortal essence in his body, but he didn't expect him to be so unpopular on the cultivation path, facing the sword sent by the immortals, Po Yun Zi really didn't understand the reason.

The immortal gave him a sword, but the cultivation of this foolish thing still stayed in the initial realm of spiritual enlightenment, and his memory and analytical ability were still as good as ever, but his cultivation never entered the stream.