Chunyang First Headmaster

Chapter 95

Xiao Qianli was already satisfied with an intermediate-level internal skill method "Celestial Change", and a book of "Hundred Flowers Wrong Fist" with an unknown level. Pick and choose.

There were seven small and simple porcelain vases in a row, all of the same style and size. Li Chengyuan curiously opened one and took a look, but it turned out to be empty inside.Shouted: "Why do you buy this empty bottle? There is too little water and too many crickets. What are you planning to do?"

Chu Xun replied casually without raising his head: "I saw that Master's medicine pills are always carried around, which is really inconvenient, so I specially bought a few tough porcelain bottles in an antique shop, which are also easy to hold. Pills! Don't worry, these bottles are old objects that have been buried for many years, and the fire in the kiln has long been gone."

"Yeah!" Xiao Qianli said with a smile, "Ah Xun is a caring person, so let's put this thing there, and accept it for the teacher."

In addition, among the pile of things, there are really some gadgets that fit the hearts of young people, such as the exquisite inkstone inlaid with sapphire bought by Liu Suifeng, the cotton hat and gloves that Chu Xun bought for his father, and the left-behind Lu Wuyan, Taoist Qingyue, Zhu Jingyang and others in Chunyang Palace gave small gifts, handmade blankets, colored sculptures, woodcuts, etc., and of course the Luminous Cup, a specialty of Qilian, was indispensable.

Several people scrambled for it, each wrapped up a pile contentedly, bowed to Xiao Qianli, and then went out laughing, and closed the door behind him.

"Oh, these little guys!" Xiao Qianli turned his head helplessly, looked at the door and shook his head with a chuckle.

As soon as he turned his head, his eyes froze.

At that time, the sun was setting, and the afterglow outside the window was slanting in. The small porcelain vase on the table was reflected on the dark wall, showing a glob of green handwriting.

He stretched out his hand and tried to move the porcelain vase. The light and shadow swayed, and the handwriting gradually became clear. He recognized the handwriting, and read it word by word: "The bamboo shadow sweeps the dust and does not move, and the moon wheel penetrates the sea water without a trace."

"Quick copy!" He reacted extremely quickly, and grabbed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk.

"Hiding the brows in the shade, combining alchemy, and helping each other from the hurdles, all are in the middle of the Tao..."

After Xiao Qianli copied one porcelain vase, he grabbed another porcelain vase.After a pause, he took another piece of paper and continued writing.

The afterglow of the setting sun was gone, and Xiao Qianli had just finished copying the last stroke.

"...To live without desire, to move without thought, to be still without movement, to be enlightened without heart. The true law of heaven is contained in the moon wheel, hence the name "Moon Wheel Judgment."

"It's true that there is nowhere to look for, and it doesn't take much effort to get it!" Xiao Qianli changed the order of a few pieces of paper, and couldn't help clapping his hands and laughing.

"Moon Wheel Judgment", the primary Yin Xing inner strength method.In the exchange module, it is the general outline of the mental method that is on par with "Xuanbing Gong" and "Daxuan Tianzhang".

Six of the seven major exercises have been obtained, so one can imagine how excited Xiao Qianli was in his heart.

"With another copy of "Fire Yang Jue", I will be able to get together the Yin-Yang and Five Elements, a total of seven mental methods at the same time, and I don't know what my golden core will become at that time!"

He originally wanted to exchange the "Lighting Sun Jue", but after thinking about it, he let go of this idea.

"Maybe there are other chances to get the "Lighting Sun Jue", but the exchange points are really too precious, if you use it, it will cost less, so let's wait a little longer!"

Xiao Qianxin sank into the system and checked his own attributes, only to find that his strength was still at the initial stage of refining Qi, but the frequently used "Xuan Yin Finger" and "Da Mi Tian Fist" had already been upgraded to The third level, and "Crane Xiang Sword Art" has also risen to the second level.

"It turns out that my cultivation path is similar to that of ordinary people. The more I use it, the higher my proficiency will be. This is not necessary to use it indiscriminately to upgrade the broken pages, but this inner strength can only be improved step by step, but my attribute..."

Thinking that he only has three points of comprehension, Xiao Qianli has the urge to scold his mother.

He shook his head, no longer thinking about it, but sat down cross-legged, restrained his mind, and began to breathe out and practice Qi quietly according to the exercises of "Moon Wheel Jue".

No books all night.

From Guyang Pass all the way to the south, surrounded by mountains, Yangming Sword Sect is located here.

Although it is not as majestic as Kunlun, nor as towering and steep as Yuxu Peak, it is also magnificent and extraordinary.

At this time, the mountain was bustling with people, and many young talents who came from all over the northwest were waiting at the foot of the mountain.

Time flies, hundreds of years of time, after countless ancestors forged, the Yangming Sword Sect has become one of the few major forces in the Northwest.As a sect that refined the way of swordsmanship, it already had a solid foundation, and after the accumulation of time, its status is even more unshakable now.

Contrary to its status, the requirements for selecting disciples are also unattainable.Even so, people with lofty ideals in the Northwest are still flocking to it, and there is quite a momentum for talents to enter the network.

At this time, the early spring had passed, and the weather was gradually warming up. Many young people who had just grown up came here one after another, hoping to stand out among the disciples of the Yangming Sword Sect and become the best in martial arts.

The first difficulty they faced was the steep mountain road.

I don't know how high this mountain is. The mountainside is already shrouded in clouds and mist, and the top of the mountain cannot be seen clearly.Xiao Qianli led the three apprentices up the stairs along the mountain road, looking leisurely and contented, and the young men next to him shook their heads repeatedly.

In the middle of the mountain, there is a large stone wall that is polished and smooth. The wall is densely carved with sword marks in all directions. It is unknown who carved it.

There are more than a dozen people sitting under the stone wall, most of them are ordinary disciples by looking at their clothes.Several people were dressed in casual clothes, probably of higher status, sitting under the stone carvings with their eyes closed and meditating, with a graceful expression, and the aura of the universe was constantly pouring into their bodies.

Not far from the stone wall, a few men in white robes were listlessly guarding the gate, yawning from time to time, as if feeling very bored.

A middle-aged man with a handsome appearance and simple attire walked over slowly with his hands behind his back.

"Thank you, Elder!" Seeing that person approaching, several white-robed swordsmen hurriedly stood up and saluted him respectfully.

"Yeah!" The elder nodded arrogantly and ordered, "Look carefully to see if there are any decent candidates this year."

"Returning to the elder, you know the difficulty of our Yangming Sword Sect's entry. It's not bad for four or five people to enter the mountain gate every year!" A man in white robe glanced at the bustling scene on the mountain road, shook his head and said, "Six to seven hundred people came, and there is no chance of even one percent. It's really not as good as every year..."

I just heard someone from the bottom of the mountain say loudly: "The true cultivator above Taixu, Lang Lang is perfect and nothing. The evil guest came without invitation. Fellow Taoists, this seat, Chunyang Xiao Qianli, is very polite!"

Although the sound is not loud, everyone on the mountainside can hear it.
I saw a young man in a plain feather jacket, leading three teenagers, walking towards the mountain in a leisurely manner.It seemed that although he was not moving fast, he was walking steadily. It seemed that the steep mountain road and the cold wind could not affect him in the slightest.

Hearing this voice, no matter whether it was the swordsmen, elders in front of the mountain gate, or the people in front of the stone wall, their expressions all changed.

"Who is this person? The skill is so profound?"

"He is a self-proclaimed villain, could it be that he came to find trouble..."

The elder surnamed Xie's face was even more ashen. Yesterday, someone from the sect gave the Mietian Sword to the head of the sect. He witnessed it with his own eyes and heard the account of the sect. He was already furious. Thinking about it, I'm afraid he would rush down the mountain long ago to fight to the death with that so-called head teacher Chunyang.

I didn't expect this person to call at the door early in the morning. Do you really think my Yangming Sword Sect is nothing?
He stomped his feet heavily, his face sank like water, and he said solemnly: "Send the arrow and prepare to fight!"

Everyone shouted in unison, someone took out a loud arrow from his bosom, and threw it into the air, a shadow shot straight into the sky, and the huge whistle sounded to the top of the mountain immediately.

In an instant, I don't know how many people started to move, and set up a large formation according to the direction, each of them was waiting.Several highly qualified elders also hurried out of the room and came to guard the core of the sect on the top of the mountain.

Xiao Qianli and the others who were on the mountain road seemed to be unaware of how much turmoil they had caused, and they continued to move up slowly.Not long after, the light blue like the sea tide faded in the sky, replaced by a sea of ​​clouds.

On the top of the mountainside, a white jade-like mountain suddenly revealed its real body, looming in the sea of ​​clouds.

A huge archway with the word "Yangming" written on it, and behind the archway is a huge square, densely packed with swordsmen waiting in battle.Behind the square, there are three majestic palaces standing proudly.

On a plaque above the main entrance of the main hall, the three characters "Shaoyangtian", "Sunyangtian" and "Yangweitian" are written respectively. The characters are ancient and clumsy, but they have a desolate mood.

At the front end of the square, Elder Xie stood proudly, with a serious expression, full of majesty.

There were dozens of white-clothed disciples with swords on their backs, lined up on both sides.Staring at Xiao Qianli who was slowly ascending with a solemn expression, each sword was on the verge of breaking out, looking like he was choosing someone to devour.

But on the top of the mountain, it has become a mess.

Some junior disciples who didn't know the truth were trembling with anger and furious.

"You dare to attack my Yangming Mountain gate carelessly, a little Chunyang faction, where did you come from so bold?"

"This person is too rampant. Even if the Changkong Sect came to the Yangming Sword Sect, he must be honest. As long as the head gives orders, the disciples will definitely kill him by the sword!"

Hearing a light cough, a tall old man dressed in black slowly turned out. He had white beard and hair, long eyebrows that fell into his temples, and his expression was extremely majestic. He was Nan Loufeng, the current head of the Yangming Sword Sect.

Seeing Nanloufeng coming out, all the disciples bowed down in unison, and said loudly: "I have seen the master!"

He nodded slightly, and said slowly: "Get up!"

When he opened his mouth to speak, his voice was deep and deep, like thunder rolling on the flat ground, and it possessed incomparable power.

Two old men, one blue and one green, walked out beside him, Nan Loufeng said in a deep voice, "You two, what do you think?"

The blue-robed old man said in a deep voice: "Although this beast is extremely rude, it is just that the first three swordsmen were killed by his sword. His swordsmanship must have been perfected, and his cultivation must be innate. Senior brother, you must be careful. wonderful!"

The green-robed old man snorted coldly, and said: "You can't catch him lightly, but you have to severely dampen his spirit. Even if you can't catch him, you have to break his sword intent and destroy his moral lineage!"

Nan Louyue thought for a moment, then slowly said: "What the two junior brothers said is very true, so please wait here for a while, we want to see what the origin of Master Chunyang is."

(End of this chapter)