(It's been a day of blackout!) In desperation, I went to the Internet café to code a chapter, and it was barely broken.) Please forgive me! The space between the letters on the keyboard of the Internet café is so big, and it is really not easy to use. It's hard to code!)

The Western Wilderness, a mysterious place.

The night is as cold as water, and only in such a night can we see how pure and immaculate the clear river is.

The stars scattered all over the sky are reflected in this long river, as if the entire starry sky can be contained by this river that is not too long and not too wide.

Next to such a pure and immaculate river, there is a dilapidated ancient temple, the ancient temple is also a lonely temple, there are only dense jungles on the left and right, these deep jungles make the ancient temple add a lot of antiquity and transcendence of the world, but also completely isolate it from the world, unable to participate in the love, hatred, joy, anger and sorrow of the world.

There are only a few yellow oil lamps still burning in the ancient temple, and under the monotonous Buddha statue, under the two bronze lotus ancient lamps, a delicate-looking monk is dressed in gray and sits cross-legged. His hands seemed very free, neither striking the wooden fish nor turning the beads.

The flame on the lotus lamp shook suddenly, and the black wooden door creaked and was pushed open.

The woodcutter who was chopping wood walked in with two loads of firewood on his back, unceremoniously occupied a corner of the ancient temple, took out a piece of multigrain bun and a small piece of dried meat from his bosom and chewed it.

The sound of eating and drinking did not seem to affect the silence of this ancient temple in the slightest, as if it had merged with the night.

"Uncle Shi, three years and eight months, you're still back!" the young monk finally spoke.

The woodcutter shook the crumbs off his body, gathered them all in his palm, swallowed them in one gulp, and then replied, "I don't want to come back either, but someone is inquiring about Qinghe Temple." ”

"Oh!" the young monk replied lightly, and did not say anything more for a while.

The woodcutter took a sip of the turbid wine in the bamboo tube, belched contentedly, and patted his belly.

"There is no Qinghe Temple in this world. The woodcutter squinted at the young monk and said.

The young monk still sat like that, and did not turn his head to look at the woodcutter: "Not really." The temples are all fake, the talents are real, and if there is no one, how can they come to the temple?"

The woodcutter rolled his eyes and sneered, "You don't need to play meditation with me, it doesn't make much sense." When your master and my brother were here, they wouldn't have done such a stupid thing. ”

The young monk was not annoyed, but just changed the topic: "Since someone came to Qinghe Temple, it means that there is something wrong with the other uncles and brothers. Someone wants to send them back, or someone wants to go down the vine... ”

"Those who come back are all dead people, and those who don't come back are traitors, what's the point?" said the woodcutter with a cold laugh.

"No matter what, this is their home, and they didn't agree with Master's philosophy back then, so they left one by one, and now they are back, just going home. The young monk replied lightly.

"If that's what you really think, then it's fine. The woodcutter still sneered, but his eyes flickered, as if he was remembering something.

"What's the point of saying this, you masters and apprentices have been preparing for so many years, is there any effect? Those guys have become a big deal, and they are no longer difficult to deal with. The woodcutter pulled out a strange branch from the firewood and threw it to the young monk.

The young monk took the strange branch and baked it on the lamp.

The branches burst in the firelight, then transformed into strange images and figures.

After looking at these images and figures, the young monk finally turned his body.

"The preparation is complete, and everything will come to an end... ”

The woodcutter sighed, "Whatever the result is, I only hope that the water in this clear spring river will always be clean and clean." ”

"Yes..." the young monk folded his hands and nodded.

"When will Uncle Big Dream come back?" the young monk suddenly asked.

"He's not coming back! He says he's different from us, you know that better than anyone else. However, I heard that he took in a disciple and lit the lamp. The woodcutter said.

"If Uncle Da Meng was here, everything would be different. The young monk sighed.

"It's no different, back then, Uncle Dameng abolished his cultivation and made a great wish to spend his life, but now he has trapped himself and can't extricate himself. Big Dream... Hey Big Dream! Without me as the guide, how can he get rid of the big dream and return to reality. The woodcutter sneered.

The young monk still sighed, his face bitter.

Donglai Country in the Eastern Wilderness, in the Valley of the Poisonous Snake in the Yujing Mountains.

The golden toad swallowed the poisonous gas, and the giant whale Peng looked at the golden toad that swallowed the poisonous gas, thoughtful.

"I like to send you a few!" Zhang Baijian has already decided to leave the Valley of the Viper, and in three days he will be accepted by He Caiyun as his heir and become the official Caiyun Peak Reserve Peak Master.

Placing the three golden toads in front of Peng, Zhang Baijian used a spell to fill the enlarged ditch with water.

"No, I'll walk when I'm done, I can transform into a bird, and I can fly across a thousand mountains even though I don't have a mouth. Peng said.

Zhang Baijian nodded, turned around and walked out of the Viper Valley.

Behind him was Peng Chang's whistle-like sound, and the water jets sprayed out from his back, turning into a misty drizzle.

This time he returned to Yujing Mountain, of course, not only to become a disciple of the lineage, but more importantly, Zhang Baijian wanted to challenge Jun Tianhe.

Jun Tianhe had already sent the Black-Hearted Widow and Gu Lang to kill him, which showed that the contradictions between the two had become acute and could no longer be reconciled. Jun Tianhe is a veteran heir, and his strength is by no means comparable to a black-hearted widow, with him playing tricks in the dark, Zhang Baijian is only afraid that there will be no peace. Rather than that, it's better to be reactive and proactive.

Zhang Baijian also used the Dongtian Treasure Mirror to spy on Jun Tianhe, but what he saw was a piece of blue light, and the situation was similar to Yang Hao. Zhang Baijian knew that there must be something on them, shielding them from the prying eyes of the Cave Heaven Treasure Mirror.

At this time, Caiyun Peak was full of lights, and it was a big deal to receive the disciples of the lineage, about the inheritance of the lineage. What's more, Zhang Baijian is the first descendant of Caiyun Peak in sixty years, and such a descendant disciple was born in the time of Yijiazi, which cannot be overvalued.

Caiyunfeng has fewer inner disciples since Huang Li's disaster, there are only two people, Zhang Baijian and Wang Lingguan, Wang Lingguan is a bad person, and he can't manage things at all. Therefore, at this time, the people who were busy working on Caiyun Peak were the people of Danfeng and Qifeng.

They were willing, just because of that pool of ambergris, the two peaks couldn't compete for it, and finally handed it over to the head to decide. The head said that the ruins of Huanglongxia were all under the jurisdiction of Caiyun Peak, so he awarded this pool of ambergris to Caiyun Peak. In order to curry favor with Caiyun Peak and obtain the right to use ambergris water, Zhang Baijian promoted to the inheritance ceremony this time, and Erfeng was full of energy.

After Zhang Baijian returned to Caiyun Peak, he was arranged to learn some etiquette related to the inheritance ceremony.

At that time, the peak masters and most of the elders of the entire Yujing Mountain will come to watch the ceremony, and there can be no mistakes.

Yan Beigui and Qian Rufeng were naturally mixed in this group of disciples who arranged the ceremony, and they were fishing in troubled waters for three days, chatting with Zhang Baijian every day. He even expressed envy and jealousy that Zhang Baijian was about to advance to become a disciple.

In fact, the two of them are also very valued by the elders of the two peaks, and when the two of them break through the true gang, they will be included in the door wall and become descendants. Although he does not have Zhang Baijian, the only treasure of Caiyun Peak, his status is not much worse.

Three days later, Caiyun Peak passed on the ceremony, He Caiyun sat on top of the Caiyun Palace, and replaced the dead He Xi to accept Zhang Baijian as an apprentice.

In this way, Zhang Baidao's seniority was raised, and theoretically he became He Caiyun's uncle. Of course, He Caiyun is not a disciple of Yujing Mountain, so this is not right. Otherwise, He Caiyun would not have accepted Zhang Baijian instead of He Xi.

After a set of cumbersome etiquette, Zhang Baijian was completely associated with Yujing Mountain, and since then he has become one of the core figures of Yujing Mountain.

Qi Feng had already begun to build his own cultivation treasure land for Zhang Baijian in Caiyun Peak, which was like Li Xuanyi's sword forest.

Although Zhang Baijian is good at swordsmanship, as the only descendant of Caiyun Peak, the cultivation treasure land he can choose is limited.

They are Baiyun Cave, Five Law Pool and Sports Pavilion.

Baiyun Cave exercises qi, the five magic pools practice the law, and the practice pavilion exercises the body, and the last option is obviously the back door opened by the high-rise of Yujing Mountain. They all knew that Zhang Baijian was impacting the thirty-third layer of Qi training, but they didn't know that Zhang Baijian had already entered the thirty-first layer of terror. After the Qi training breaks through the tenth layer, it begins to have requirements for the strength of the body, and the Training Pavilion helps to temper the body, which can only be built by the big factions.

Zhang Baijian naturally chose the Sports Pavilion.

Neither the Baiyun Cave nor the Five Magic Pools were of much use to him, so he didn't have to think about it in the slightest.

Just after the ceremony ended, Zhang Baidao's gaze turned to Jun Tianhe, who also came to watch the ceremony.

"May I ask you, Senior Brother Jun Tianhe?" Zhang Baijian suddenly asked in a loud voice.

Jun Tianhe had a proud smile on his face, and it seemed that he was not surprised that Zhang Baijian greeted him.

"It's Jun Tianhe. ”

"Okay! I have heard for a long time that Senior Brother Jun Tianhe's swordsmanship is outstanding, and today Zhang Baijian has been promoted to the lineage, and his identity is also appropriate, so I want to ask Senior Brother Jun for a few tricks, and I hope that Senior Brother Jun will not hesitate to give advice. Zhang Baijian said.

Jun Tianhe frowned, but he didn't expect Zhang Baijian to be like this.

Zhang Baijian chose this point in time to challenge Jun Tianhe, and it was indeed his intention.

Challenging Jun Tianhe, Zhang Baijian only won with a three-percent certainty, but his background was not the key. The key is that Zhang Baijian challenged Jun Tianhe, no matter whether he wins or loses, Jun Tianhe will not easily move Zhang Baijian in a short period of time, so that Zhang Baijian can be left with a period of time to develop.

At this time, the masters of the major peaks are all there, and many elders are also here, and they will definitely not let Jun Tianhe poison Zhang Baijian, the only descendant of the newly promoted Caiyun Peak, which is also where Zhang Baidao's confidence lies.

"You dare to challenge me?" Jun Tianhe raised his eyebrows, and finally stood up from his seat, looking down at Zhang Baijian from a high place, and as soon as his domineering momentum was released, he pressed over like a mountain.

"There has never been a word that doesn't count!" Zhang Bai's face did not change, but in the face of strong pressure, it was like a breeze.