Not climbing the Qingyun Ladder

Hua Xiangrong slept soundly at night, without any nightmares, and of course no sweet dreams either.

After waking up, she found Luo Jiuyu sitting on the edge of her bed, his head hanging down not knowing what he was thinking.

"Jiuyu, it's so early." She greeted Luo Jiuyu.

"I didn't sleep last night." Luo Jiuyu said.

Before Hua Xiangrong asked her what was wrong, she said, "I thought of something, and when I was about to go to sleep, it was windy and rainy outside, so I couldn't sleep."

Did it rain again last night?She didn't even hear a sound.It seems that I did sleep well last night.

Open the window and let in the light from outside, casting mottled shadows all over the place.The slightly chilly air after the rain may make ordinary people walking on the street wearing single clothes shiver.

It's almost winter.

After briefly washing up, Hua Xiangrong and Luo Jiuyu left the room.

Hua Xiangrong changed into dark blue clothes today, and the ebony hairpin on her head remained unchanged for thousands of years. She hardly applied any extra makeup, but her bright facial features were still eye-catching.

Coupled with her own refreshing temperament, she is like a hibiscus emerging from water.

Luo Jiuyu did not wear white clothes today, but changed into black clothes.As soon as she put on black clothes, her whole demeanor immediately changed.

It was not the cunning and cute look that Hua Xiangrong had when he first met her, but a bit more sharp and majestic.

Her hair was loosely tied with a white hairband, making her look very chic.

Hua Xiangrong looked at her and sighed in her heart that this Miss Luo was pretty.

"Let's go. The Sword Tomb must be a very interesting place!" Luo Jiuyu said excitedly.

Hua Xiangrong walked side by side with her and sighed helplessly.The girl is young and understandable.

"Xiang Rong, why is the Sword Burial Tomb called this?" Luo Jiuyu asked as he walked away.

"The Sword Burial Tomb at Wanjian Peak was one of the battlefields where the immortals and demons fought thousands of years ago. It is said that after the war, all the weapons, especially swords, abandoned by the immortals and demons were left in this place."

"Because that battle was very tragic, both immortals and demons suffered casualties. And the weapons they used all recognized their owners. After the death of their masters, they screamed for thousands of years before they gradually subsided."

"But these swords have been staying at the Sword Burial Tomb at Wanjian Peak in Qizhou since then, waiting for their next owner."

"There are many sword cultivators in the world, and the most important thing for a sword cultivator is his or her sword. Therefore, it was later agreed that for sword cultivators to seek the path, they must pass the test of the Wanjian Peak Sword Tomb, successfully pull out a sword and marry it. Deed."

Hua Xiangrong explained to Luo Jiuyu very patiently.

"Can every sword cultivator draw his sword?" Luo Jiuyu asked.

"No. In fact, many sword cultivators are blocked from this threshold." Hua Xiangrong said.

"But being unable to pull out the sword from the Sword Tomb does not mean that the sword cultivator cannot go further in the sword path. We sword cultivators have a path called the Mortal Path." She added.

The monk named "Jian", who used his body to hold a wooden sword, followed the mortal path.

When Feng Yuqing fought with swords, he could feel the wonder of the mortal way he cultivated.This way is different from her supreme swordsmanship, Hua Wuxue's natural swordsmanship, and Gu Chaosheng's Senluo swordsmanship.

His movements were unpretentious, and the wooden sword even looked a little funny, but when he moved the sword, he was able to make Feng Yuqing feel a slight pressure.

What kind of power is this?Feng Yuqing was quite curious at that time.Of course, she was curious now.

It would be nice to see a monk who cultivates the mortal world again.

"Mortal Dao? The name sounds very powerful. So which one is the most powerful among the sword Dao?" Luo Jiuyu asked again.

"There is no level of Tao, and the only criterion for determining whether it is powerful or not is the affinity with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Even though this is the only criterion, it is not actually the only one."

Hua Xiangrong's words were convoluted, but it was obvious that Luo Jiuyu knew how to grasp the key points.

"Are you talking about the mortal world?"

"Exactly." Hua Xiangrong confirmed her statement.

"So within the standard, which one is more powerful?" Luo Jiuyu asked.

"The Canglan Sect leader's Senluo swordsmanship that I mentioned before is quite powerful. However, the most powerful swordsmanship recognized by the world of cultivation is probably Feng Yuqing's supreme swordsmanship." Hua Xiangrong said calmly.

This is not something she is bragging about, but it is recognized by the sword cultivator.

"Is Feng Yuqing the sword demon that Miss Li and Miss Chu talk about?" Luo Jiuyu asked in memory.

"It's her." Hua Xiangrong replied.

"Why is she called the Sword Demon?"

"Perhaps she has done many evil things and must die a good death." Hua Xiangrong smiled slightly and said to herself that she actually didn't know.

"Every sword cultivator has his own sword, so what is the name of Feng Yuqing's sword?" Luo Jiuyu asked again.

"Her sword is called the Red Dust Sword of All Beings."

While answering Luo Jiuyu's question, Hua Xiangrong looked at the crowd in front and said, "We are here."

They had already reached the foot of Wanjian Peak. This place was very lively, with people coming and going.Several vendors set up stalls and shouted loudly. "The Sword Burial Tomb is located at the top of Wanjian Peak. It is a small space of its own. Sword cultivators who want to find a sword should sit quietly on the stone platform at the top. When they sense the sword, they will be led into that small space. space."

"Entering a small space is only the first step. Whether you can finally form a contract with the sword depends on great opportunities and your own strength. The Sword Society takes the examination for monks, and only those who pass the test can become the master of the sword."

Hua Xiangrong said in detail.

"It's not easy to be a swordsman." Luo Jiuyu sighed.

"Miss Xiangrong, Miss Luo, you are here as expected." Li Lin's voice sounded from behind. Hua Xiangrong and Luo Jiuyu turned around at the same time and saw Li Mu and Li Lin.There were two older people with them.

They are Li Huai and Chang Sun Xiao, their husband and wife.

"Master Li, Miss Li, we meet again." Luo Jiuyu greeted them with a smile.

"Who are these two?" Her eyes turned to Li Huai and Chang Sun Xiao.

"Father, mother." Li Mu replied.

Hua Xiangrong moved her eyes to Li Huai and Changsun Xiao, and she looked at Li Huai.This is the younger brother Li Ru mentioned to her. He has his own children.

If someone knew that she looked like she was not yet 20 years old but had this kind of thought in her heart, they would definitely think that there was something abnormal about this girl.

Li Huai looked dignified and peaceful, while Chang Sun Xiao looked elegant and majestic. The two looked like a perfect match standing together.

After several people greeted each other, Changsun Xiao asked: "You two girls came to this sword burial mound to look for swords?"

"She wants to find a sword, so I came with her." Luo Jiuyu pointed at Hua Xiangrong and said.

"To think that a girl would come here to look for a sword at such a young age really makes those of us who have wasted our years ashamed." Changsun Xiao said.

Hua Xiangrong already knew that Changsun Xiao was a chess master from everyone's gossip and her own snooping, and was somewhat curious about her.She knew that Yang Shou was good at chess, but she had never seen this chess cultivator who had mastered chess.

"Mrs. Changsun, why do you say that? Your chess skills are superb and you should be a role model for our generation." Hua Xiangrong's tone was quite sincere.

"Girl is really good at talking." Changsun Xiao pursed his lips and smiled.

After talking for a while, Hua Xiangrong and Luo Jiuyu jumped up and disappeared in a few clicks.

They were going to the big stone platform at the top of Wanjian Peak.

"Uncle, do you think she will succeed?" Li Lin asked.

"Yes." Changsun Xiao pondered for a moment and gave an affirmative answer.

At this time, a clear voice sounded behind them: "So you are here."

Li Lin's face showed a look of surprise, and he quickly turned around: "Sister, you are back!"

The person who came was none other than Murong Qi.

"I went to the house to look for you. The people in the house said that you went to the Sword Burial Tomb, so I came over." Murong Qi said.

Her voice was very clear, with a sharp edge that was different from Li Lin's gentleness.This is influenced by her sharp swordsmanship and is also her nature.

"Sister Qi, long time no see." Li Mu greeted her.

"Long time no see." Murong Qi smiled slightly when he saw Li Mu, but in Li Mu's eyes, the smile turned into uneasy kindness.

"How have you progressed in the past two years?" Sure enough, Murong Qi asked in the next sentence.

Before Li Mu could answer, Murong Qi's sword had already been unsheathed.

"How about entering the country? Just ask me a few times to find out." She said.

Li Huai, Chang Sun Xiao and Li Lin all stood by and watched the show in tacit understanding.Anyway, Murong Qi was careful about his actions and would not do anything to Li Mu.

Here Li Mu accepted the challenge in embarrassment, while over there Luo Jiuyu and Hua Xiangrong had already reached the top of Wanjian Peak.

There are not many monks at the top of Wanjian Peak. Some are young and energetic, and some are already old, but they still look energetic.

The peak is very quiet, only the sound of the howling wind can be heard.The monks who came to look for the sword meditated quietly, hoping to sense the sword in the small space.

Hua Xiangrong also sat down like them.She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of wind in her ears.

She had the same feeling she had when she was in Yunzhou again.

The other monks saw Hua Xiangrong's body gradually being enveloped in white light, and then she disappeared.

"Did she succeed?" A monk asked in disbelief.

"It was successful." An elderly monk murmured.

He couldn't help but want to hide his face and cry.He has been at this sword burial mound for 20 years and has never drawn his sword.In the past 20 years, he has witnessed several young geniuses and sincere monks, but none of them shocked him as much as Hua Xiangrong today.

Perhaps, some people are not born suitable for this path.

In the corner where no one was paying attention, Luo Jiuyu also disappeared.