The moonlight swayed all over the mountains listening to the rain, and the night wind scattered a few ripples. It has been three full years since Ji Yan practiced the Heaven Splitting Sword Technique, and he himself is like a mortal sword, unpretentious and restrained.

Three years is like a day, in addition to the sword in my heart, there is only the master left, and the dancing girl - my own senior sister. On the way to the kendo, Ji Yan realized the loneliness and loneliness that the master said, but he could vaguely feel that the wonderful door of the sword was opening to him. Tonight, Master summoned himself to the cliff, and he didn't know what was going on.

"Tomorrow, your senior sister will take you to the Taihe Dojo to participate in the Sword Shrine Sword Selection Conference, just listen to your senior sister's arrangement, and rest early today. After Luo Qiushui finished speaking, he returned to calm.

Ji Yan answered in his mouth and was about to go down the mountain to the bamboo building to rest, but he didn't walk a few steps and heard the advice of the master.

"Always remember that you are the senior brother of Tianzhu Peak, the only disciple of my Luo Qiushui!"

Ji Yan didn't say anything more, his eyes were firm, and he walked towards the bamboo building, his heart was warm. In the eyes of others, Luo Qiushui's words seemed to tell his apprentice not to embarrass Tianzhu Peak when he went out; At this moment, Ji Yan understood the meaning conveyed by the master: If there are words and deeds that insult the Yuxu lineage in this trip, do what you want to do, and you don't have to worry about your hands and feet. I can't help but think of the domineering words of the master three years ago: The sky is falling and I will support it. I respect my master very much in my heart and look forward to tomorrow.

One meter of sunlight spills on the earth, and everything in the mountains wakes up. Ji Yan has a sword tied around his waist, his black hair is coiled up by white silk, the old hosta is still obliquely tied, wearing a moon-white robe tailored by his senior sister, and a black cloak covers his whole body, black and white are distinct, and the color difference is huge, which is eye-catching.

"Senior sister, will I wear this outfit a little high-profile, I should just change into ordinary clothes. Ji Yan looked at himself in the bronze mirror, looked embarrassed, and asked the senior sister on the side for help.

"You are a big disciple of the first line, your father is not here, you represent Tianzhu Peak, you must have such momentum, and besides, the senior brothers of the rest of the peaks are all dressed generously and decently, slightly high-profile, okay, okay. Luo Xingxi's relationship with Ji Yan has become more and more intimate in recent years, and staring at Ji Yan like this keeps watching, which makes Ji Yan at a loss, and his face is slightly red. "Hee-hee, how old are you and still blushing!"

"Ahem...... Sister, let's go. Ji Yan's head was rolling with beads of sweat, it seemed that he couldn't ignore the teasing of the beauties, and he would have to temper his heart in the future.

The two of them went down the mountain and walked to the foot of Tianzhu Peak. Luo Xingxi summoned a delicate and bright red golden bell long rope from his sleeve, the bells at both ends kept ringing, and with a pinch of the magic trick, the red long rope wrapped around his waist, and the two silk silks held Luo Xingxi's hands and floated into the air. Ji Yan knew that this was the "Golden Bell Suo" left by the deceased senior sister to the senior sister, it seemed that the senior sister decided to fly to the Taihe Dojo, and couldn't help but sigh, the immortal artifact is really extraordinary, and it can make the monks who have not yet reached the Dan Dao period can also go to the sky and enter the sea.

"Senior sister, you lead the way, I follow behind, you will never be able to get rid of me. Looking at the senior sister who was smiling provocatively, Ji Yan was full of confidence and said to her.

Luo Xingxi was bigger than the heart of the fight, without saying a word, leaning forward, pushing forward with his left hand, blocking his chest with his right hand, "whoosh", and rushed out, the speed was extremely fast, and he could only see a woman flying, her face blurred.

In the past three years, Ji Yan has had a similar fight with his senior sister every time, and he has long been accustomed to it, seeing that his senior sister turned into a green figure, tightened the saber around his waist, took a deep breath, stepped on his left foot on the spot, and instantly ejected out, after a black shadow was far away, the ground made a muffled sound, and the stone slab centered on his right foot collapsed and cracked for a few inches. Each ejection erupted with infinite strength, and the collapse spread all the way, and the black shadow gradually approached Luo Xingxi and caught up. The two of you are fighting for me, and today they are very serious, and they have to compete for each other, completely ignoring the pedestrians on the road. Today was originally the sword selection meeting for the disciples below the Dan Dao period, the disciples of the six veins all marched to the Taihe Dojo early, Fu Ji held a bean paste bag in his hand, and went with several senior brothers under the leadership of Wang Huan, just opened his mouth, only to see a red and green figure flashing in the sky, like Senior Sister Luo Xingxi, before she bit the bun, there was a rhythmic sound of collapse behind him, and a black shadow "swished" passed from his face, and he was very unhappy: the two of them were so rude, and they were not calm at all. He then wanted to eat the bun in his hand, not wanting to look down: "Your grandfather's, the master's bun is gone, obediently, it's the master's snack!" attracted countless people to watch and laugh, Wang Huan looked down with a black line, lowered his head, and pulled Fudge forward with one hand.

At the foot of Taihe Mountain, Luo Xingxi sat on a rock, shaking the bell in her hand, holding her cheeks, waiting for Ji Di, but her move ushered in the return of many people who went up the mountain, admiring the fairy descending to earth. Ji Yan appeared from the bend in the mountain road and strolled along, smiling. Xingxi jumped down in one step, jumped two and three times to get Ji Yan close, put her left hand on her waist, and pointed at Ji Yan's forehead with her right hand, her fragrant tongue was slightly exposed, and she smiled at Ji Yan with a grimace: "Lose, little junior brother!" Her naughty posture, in the eyes of a group of male disciples, is infinitely amorous and endearing. Ji Yan suddenly felt countless cold lights like substance attack, and wanted to wipe himself out, and immediately understood the true meaning of the word "red face and troubled water".

A pale yellow chicken head poked out of the placket on his chest, looked left and right, flapped his wings lightly, and flew to Ji Yan's shoulder and stood up, not Xiao Huang who was. It follows Ji Yan every day, never separated, Luo Xingxi brought it to Baiyun Peak for adoption several times, but he broke free and flew back to Tianzhu Peak, Ji Yan was moved, and he was also meticulous to it, and he did not leave for a moment. The two talked and laughed, walked towards the dojo, met many acquaintances along the way, and kept greeting Luo Xingxi. Master is like a god in the Heavenly Sword Gate, and he doesn't want his senior sister to be popular, which is really incredible. Ji Yan followed closely, not caring about the eyes of others, and was not afraid. When I went to the dojo, everything was still the same as when the inner sect was selected, but there were already disciples waiting in the dojo, talking and laughing in groups, and they were faintly divided into five pieces. There is a group of people who are all composed of women, out of the water hibiscus, white skin like snow, black hair rippling, as if falling into the sea of flowers; there is also a group of people, the number is not much, three or five, each of them is a dragon and phoenix, talking and laughing, showing everyone's demeanor; the rest of the crowd, a large number of people, constantly greeting each other. Luo Xingxi and Ji Yan confessed a few words, and then ran to the group of women, leaving Ji Yan to look around alone. As soon as Luo Xingxi arrived in the crowd, he attracted all the women to discuss and tease, and shouted Ji Yan, and all the women stared at Ji Yan and smiled silently. Seeing such a formation, Ji Yan made an ordinary salute, and walked towards an open space with a red face, attracting a group of female disciples to laugh. Many of the disciples of the various veins present looked at Ji Yan, some were curious, some were not good, and more were disdainful. Ji Yan was accepted as a disciple by Luo Qiushui, and was regarded by many people as a blind cat who met a dead mouse, without him, good luck, plus Yuan Xiaotian and others talked about his cultivation, which made everyone laugh at Ji Yan's mediocrity, waiting to see his embarrassing scene at today's sword meeting.

Ji Yan ignored the unkind eyes of everyone, this kind of attitude he had seen a lot since he entered the Heavenly Sword Gate, and he was used to it. There was nothing to do at the moment, sat down, took out the white cloth, and wiped his bamboo sword, the bamboo sword body was pitted, and there were a few fractures, but Ji Yan still loved it and couldn't bear to throw it away, and suddenly a cough interrupted Ji Yan's thinking.

"Brother Tai must be the Ji Yan of Tianzhu Peak, right? In Xia Yan Pengju, he is a disciple of Fu Demon Peak. "The person who came was well-proportioned, wearing a navy blue robe, holding a folding fan, and a gentleman's sword tied under his ribs. "I entered the Inner Sect earlier than you, so how about calling you as a junior brother?"

Ji Yan saw the person in front of him, the book was thick, and he didn't have the characteristics of Fu Demon Peak's fierceness and bravery, but seeing that he treated people politely, he hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "Senior brother is serious, I don't know what Senior Brother Yan has to teach you?"

"Brother, I see that the bird on your shoulder is a rare species, on a whim, I want to watch and study one or two, how about it?" This Yan Peng saw that Ji Yan was straightforward, and he simply said frankly, and stepped forward to touch Xiao Huang with his hand. It's just that Xiao Huang's eyes are fast, and he pecks at the back of Yan Pengju's hand with one mouth.

"Uh...... Senior brother is really embarrassed, you also saw it, Xiao Huang doesn't like to be close to people, I think it's better to forget it, it's just an ordinary bird, you may be mistaken. ”

Yan Pengju secretly laughed at himself, and was humble on the surface: "How about I exchange this bird with your treasure, even if I don't change it, let me raise it for a few days and study it for a while." He saw that Ji Yan's expression was slightly cold when he heard that he had exchanged things for birds, and hurriedly changed his tone.

"Xiao Ji, hey, Senior Brother Yan is also here, why are you all together. A voice rang out at an inopportune time, and from a distance came a fat man, it was Fudge, full of atrium, slightly fat, and carrying a broadsword. "Master's antique inkstone disappeared last night, did you steal it to change things, senior brother?"

"This ...... How could it be that I did it, my family style is strict, how could I do such a dirty thing. Yan Pengju hurriedly argued, thinking to himself that this little junior brother really didn't open a pot, didn't he see that I was trading with others, it seems that today's matter is fruitless. After a few words of greeting, he talked to Fudge and Ji Yan about other things, and no longer talked about buying birds.

When Fu Ji saw Yan Peng walking towards the location of Fu Mo Peak, he pulled Ji Yan aside and whispered: "Good girl, how do you know him, he is my master's son, he is practicing the Tao in Fu Mo Peak, everything else is good, he is a little money fan, he wants to take any treasure for himself, don't be deceived by his gentlemanly bearing, do you know, Xiao Ji?" Seeing that Ji Yan didn't care, Fu Ji finally admonished.

The hour is approaching, the disciples of the peaks are standing in a group, all led by the eldest disciples, on the westernmost side, Ji Yan stands alone, without stage fright, like a sword inserted in the ground, lonely and indifferent.

Six sword lights flew by, and the six summits gathered, ready to open the gate of the sword shrine.