"Hmm." The morning light shone in from the window, and Lu Wentao woke up from his dream, looking at Bai Yaoyao, who was like an octopus in his arms with a wry smile.
After more than fifty days of trekking thousands of miles, the two were finally about to reach the holy land of the Taoists, Tianshan.
"Yaoyao, you can get up now."
"Hmm, little Lu, let me sleep for a while." Bai Yaoyao said, pecked the corner of Lu Wentao's mouth, and buried her head in Lu Wentao's arms again.
"Okay, okay." Lu Wentao gently stroked Bai Yaoyao's beautiful back like a beautiful jade, coaxing her to sleep.
The sun rose slowly, and the sunlight shone in from the small window. Bai Yaoyao sat on the bed, pouting her mouth, and reluctantly put on her clothes.
"Carry!"
Lu Wentao had long been accustomed to it, and carried Bai Yaoyao on his back and continued on the road.
"Looking for a husband should be like that young man, who never left his wife even though she was lame, and carried her on his back to look for doctors everywhere, you know?" In the shop opposite the inn, an old lady pointed at Lu Wentao and said to her daughter beside her.
"Yes, my daughter knows."
"Hehe." Bai Yaoyao leaned close to Lu Wentao's ear and chuckled, "Did you hear that, good husband."
"Okay, my wife, your husband will take you to Tianshan to seek medicine, and will definitely cure your crippled legs!"
"Go to hell, bad Wen!" Bai Yaoyao stretched out her slender legs and kicked Lu Wentao's calf.
"Oh, my husband is going to be lame, my wife, carry me!"
"Hehe!"
The girl in the shop looked at the backs of the two men, and the sympathy in her eyes suddenly disappeared, revealing full of envy.
The two slowly walked out of the town and continued on their way. Bai Yaoyao was tired of being noisy on Lu Wentao's back and slowly calmed down. "Yaoyao."
"Yeah."
"We can reach the town at the foot of Tianshan Mountain today. You can rest in the town. I will take you back to the mountain after I finish discussing the Dao."
"We can't get there today." There was no laughter in Bai Yaoyao's voice.
"Ah?"
"I said we can't get to Tianshan Town today!"
"Oh, okay, okay."
Lu Wentao deliberately slowed down his pace. In the evening, the two also arrived at the nearest town to Tianshan Town, which was only a few dozen miles away from Tianshan Town.
Lu Wentao lay on the big bed of the inn, looking at the moonlight outside the window. Although he was holding the beautiful Bai Yaoyao in his arms, he was still thinking of Xiao Xian in the distance. His eyes gradually blurred, and Lu Wentao slowly fell asleep.
It seemed that he was in the Moon Palace. In the dimness, Lu Wentao saw Xiao Xian looking at him tenderly, "Senior Sister!"
Lu Wentao stretched out his hand to Xiao Xian, but Xiao Xian's figure was like a mirage, visible but unreachable.
"Junior Brother." Xiao Xian's gentle voice sounded in his mind. Xiao Xian's figure gradually faded away, and her voice also slowly became out of reach.
"Senior Sister! Senior Sister!" Lu Wentao took a step to chase Xiao Xian, but no matter how hard he tried, the fairy-like figure was still getting farther and farther away.
"Boom!" A thunderous sound sounded from behind him. Lu Wentao couldn't help but turned his head. Bai Yaoyao was in tears, the most he had ever seen.
"Yaoyao?" Lu Wentao looked around in confusion, but Xiao Xian had already disappeared.
"Husband." Bai Yaoyao's small hand gently stroked Lu Wentao's cheek, wiping away the tears that had flowed down from him at some point, "I love you."
Bai Yaoyao said as she gently kissed him on the forehead, turned around and slowly left, but he couldn't move for some reason.
"Yaoyao! Don't go!" Lu Wentao knelt on the ground and shouted.
It began to rain heavily in the sky. Bai Yaoyao turned her head in the distance, and her eyes full of love and reluctance remained in his heart.
Lu Wentao woke up from his sleep. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the noisy sounds on the street were endless, but the beauty in his arms had already disappeared.
"Alas, she left after all."
On the top of Cangyun Mountain, Xiao Xian stood under the ancient tree, staring at Murong Qing flying on a sword above Cangyun Pavilion below.
"Sister, sister!" Murong Qing landed in front of Xiao Xian skillfully, and asked shyly: "When are we going to leave? There are only a few days left for the discussion on Tianshan Mountain. I don't know if Senior Brother Lu will have a smooth journey."
Xiao Xian looked at Murong Qing and smiled: "Let's set off tomorrow morning."
"Okay." Murong Qing said happily: "I'll make some cakes to eat on the way." Then he flew down the mountain impatiently.
Looking at Murong Qing's back, Xiao Xian's eyes became more determined... Tianshan Sect is the largest sect of the righteous way on the mainland. It has been practicing in Tianshan Mountain thousands of years ago. The way up the mountain is not as straight as Cangyun Mountain, but winding above Tianshan Mountain.
The chirping of birds and the dense green branches and leaves between the green mountains seem full of vitality. In the eyes of the cultivators, this is a symbol of full spiritual energy.
"Brother Lu, this place seems to be much higher than our Cangyun Mountain."
Three young men and women walked slowly on the neat stone steps. They were Lu Wentao, Xiao Xian, and Murong Qing.
"Yes, there are thousands of steps on the Cangyun Mountain Dengyun Road to reach the top, but there are nearly five thousand steps on the Tianshan Mountain. In comparison, it is nothing."
"Ah? How long will it take?"
"We will be there at noon."
Climbing Tianshan Mountain is a must for every cultivator. It is said that the first cultivator had some enlightenment on this mountain climbing road. He realized the world on the top of Tianshan Mountain, and finally became a great Dao and ascended to heaven.
When Cang Yuanzi was alive, he would take them on this Tianshan Road whenever he discussed Taoism in Tianshan, so the three of them chose to walk up the mountain this time.
The sunlight gradually became dazzling. Lu Wentao pointed to the pavilion at the bend of the mountain in front and said, "Senior sister, take a rest here for a while."
Looking at the familiar pavilion in front of her, and looking at Lu Wentao and Murong Qing who were a little tired behind her, Xiao Xian nodded.
"Senior sister, drink some water." Lu Wentao scooped some pond water with the leaves in his hand and handed it to Xiao Xian. "Hey." Xiao Xian sighed in her heart and took the water.
Murong Qing waved his hand at the pond opposite and shouted, "Senior Brother Lu, come here!"
"Go, Qing'er is coming to Tianshan for the first time, go and play with her for a while." Xiao Xian said with her eyes closed while sitting in the pavilion.
"Yeah."
As soon as Lu Wentao turned around, Xiao Xian opened her eyes and looked at the two people playing by the pond with a little envy and relief, as if she saw her past.
When she came to her senses, she saw three young men slowly walking up the steps at the foot of the mountain.
"Junior Sister Xiao!" The leading young man saw Xiao Xian in the pavilion, walked up quickly, and shouted happily.
"Senior Brother Cheng." Xiao Xian stood up and nodded slightly.
The three were disciples of the Wuzhuang Temple in Wanshou Mountain. The leader was the current chief disciple Cheng Yun, and behind him were Qingfeng Mingyue. Their master Xiaoxiangzi should be on Tianshan Mountain now.
"Did Senior Cang Yuanzi come with you?" Cheng Yun asked puzzledly after the four sat down.
"Master, he has passed away."
"Which demon did it!" Cheng Yun stood up and said angrily.
"Demon Lord Luo Tian."
"Junior Sister Xiao, wait for me to report to Master after we go up the mountain. Master will definitely avenge Senior!"
"No need, Luo Tian has been killed."
The few people gradually fell silent, and Lu Wentao and Murong Qing on the other side also walked back.
"Sister Xiao!" Murong Qing came in holding a bouquet of flowers. Seeing that there were a few more people inside, she quickly hid beside Xiao Xian.
"Qing'er." Xiao Xian pulled Murong Qing and said, "This is Cheng Yun, the chief disciple of the Wuzhuang Temple on Wanshou Mountain. These two are Qingfeng Mingyue. Their master Xiaoxiangzi and the master are old friends for many years. You can just call them brothers."
"Brother Cheng, this is the sister I accepted on behalf of the master, Murong Qing. She has just entered the sect, and this time I also brought her here to meet the brothers from various sects."
"Brother Cheng." Although Murong Qing is young, he is also from a noble family, and politeness is also a compulsory course.
"Junior Sister Murong." Cheng Yun looked around and asked in confusion, "Why don't I see Junior Brother Lu?"
"Brother Cheng, I haven't seen you for a few years. Now you are becoming a new generation leader of the righteous sect. You still remember me, your junior brother."
"Haha, Junior Brother Lu is also a genius. Now he is just swimming in the shallows. Sooner or later he will soar into the sky."
"Thank you, Senior Brother."
Lu Wentao and Cheng Yun have known each other for twenty years. When they discussed Taoism in Tianshan Mountain, Cheng Yun entered the fasting period at the age of eleven. Not to mention that there was no one before him, he was also a genius. However, Lu Wentao stole all the limelight by building a foundation in seven days.
Five years later, Lu Wentao was fasting at the age of ten, and Cheng Yun was forming a pill at the age of sixteen. They were the only two geniuses in the world, but Lu Wentao was slightly better.
Everyone was paying attention to who would become the leader of the new generation, but their relationship was unexpectedly good. They have always been heroes who appreciate heroes.
The third Tianshan Dao Discussion, the competition between the two came to an abrupt end. Cheng Yun entered the Jindan stage, a new stage in five years, and was a genius, while Lu Wentao stopped at the Bigu stage. Although Lu Wentao was temporarily behind, many people still looked up to him.
But in the last Tianshan Dao Discussion, Lu Wentao still made no progress in the Bigu stage, and was caught up by countless ordinary disciples. The name of genius was in name only.
When the few people talked, they inevitably mentioned some old stories. Lu Wentao's glorious past was firmly remembered by Murong Qing.
"It's getting late, Xiao Junior Sister, Lu Junior Brother, let's go up the mountain early."
Lu Wentao stood up and said, "Okay, Senior Brother Cheng, please." Xiao Xian also stood up.
"Please."
With that, the few people continued to embark on the road to climb the mountain.
"Wow! It's so big!" As soon as the few people stepped on the last step and came to the gate of Tianshan Sect, they heard Murong Qing's exclamation.
The major sects in the cultivation world have many differences. The Tianshan Sect is the largest sect, with nearly a hundred inner disciples and nearly a thousand outer disciples. The inner disciples practice with their master, while the outer disciples can practice on their own while completing the sect's miscellaneous tasks.
Wushou Mountain Wuzhuang Temple was founded by Zhenyuan Daxian, who has 24 disciples. Everyone is from the same lineage, so the two people around Cheng Yun have the same name as Zhenyuan Daxian's two major disciples Qingfeng Mingyue.
In comparison, Cangyun Pavilion seems much more casual. The head of the sect has been passed down from generation to generation, and only one disciple has received the true teachings throughout his life.
The Tianshan Sect has more than a thousand people, so the place they need is naturally much larger than that of Cangyun Pavilion. Compared with Cangyun Pavilion, Tianshan Sect is like the difference between a city and a village.
"Junior Brother Lu, Junior Sister Xiao, Junior Sister Murong." As soon as he arrived at the gate of the mountain, Cheng Yun bowed and greeted the three people, saying, "We have to go find the elders of the sect first, so we'll say goodbye."
"Okay, see you tomorrow, Senior Brother Cheng." Lu Wentao bowed, and then the three of them came to their wing room under the guidance of the outer disciples of Tianshan Sect.
As soon as Lu Wentao put down his luggage, Murong Qing came to call him, and the two came to Xiao Xian's room together.
"Nowadays, evil cults are rampant in the world. The four evil cults, the Yin-Yang Sect, the Demon Sect, and the Ghost Sect have already formed alliances. When discussing the Dao tomorrow, someone will definitely mention the battle between good and evil. Five years ago, Master and the Demon Lord Luo Tian were both injured. Master died first, and Luo Tian has no news since then. However, we have to guard against the revenge of his Demon Sect." Xiao Xian looked at the two people seriously and told them.
Although Luo Tian died with Cang Yuanzi, the Demon Sect has two guardians under Luo Tian, four elders, and countless disciples. The new Demon Lord is also eyeing Cang Yun Pavilion. But now Cang Yun Pavilion is one of the eight major sects on the Tianshan list. Once it takes action, it will set off the whole battle between good and evil. Only the Demon Sect dare not act rashly.
But Cang Yun Pavilion has fallen. If it loses its status as one of the eight major sects in this discussion, the righteous alliance will not declare war on the Demon Sect, and the three of them will be in danger. If it was for the sake of losing, it would be better for the Demon Sect to take action first than to wait for the four evil sects to take action together, and Cangyun Pavilion would not fight alone.
If Xiao Xian thought, there would be a sect that would challenge Cangyun Pavilion tomorrow. The seats of the eight sects are also what everyone wants to get, and it is inevitable that there will be people from the evil sect mixed in.
On the morning of the second day, the heads of the eight sects took their seats one by one, and several disciples or elders who accompanied them stood behind them, while the guests from various sects sat scattered below. The people present were not unfamiliar to Xiao Xian and Lu Wentao, but Murong Qing only recognized Cheng Yun, who had just met yesterday.
There was still some time before the auspicious time for the discussion, so Lu Wentao introduced them to Murong Qing.
On the Tianshan list, Tianshan Sect, the head of which, Tianyi Zhenren, has entered the Tribulation Period for two hundred years, and can be called the first person in the world. The elder is also in the Tribulation Period. The two masters make Tianshan Sect sit firmly at the top of the list.
The second place on the list is Shushan. The sword immortal Taiwu is also a master of the Crossing Tribulation Stage. The seven brothers are called the Seven Saints. The Shushan Small Sword Formation with their combined strength is even more powerful. Together with their disciples, they form a Shushan Large Sword Formation of 49 people, which is also one of the strongest fighting forces of the righteous sect.
The third place on the list is Buddhism. Although he is not a cultivator, the abbot of Buddhism also has the strength of the Crossing Tribulation Stage and has contributed a lot of effort in several battles between good and evil.
The fourth place on the list is Cangyun Pavilion. Cang Yuanzi is a genius and is proficient in swordsmanship, Taoism, and formations.
The fifth place on the list is Wuzhuang Temple. Xiaoxiangzi and Cang Yuanzi are old friends for many years. Although he is not as good as Cang Yuanzi, he is also a master of the Crossing Tribulation Stage.
The sixth place on the list is Baiyun Temple. Baiyun Mountain is in the capital Luoyang, and seems to have some connection with the current royal family of Wei. The head of the sect, Yun Yazi, has the strength of the Out-of-Body Stage and is a rising star of the righteous sect.
The seventh on the list is the Goddess Sect, where all the people are women, and only women can practice the inner skills of the sect. The leader Liu Yu is in the out-of-body stage.
The eighth on the list is the Taiqing Sect, where the previous leader was also a master of the Tribulation Stage, but unfortunately died in the last battle between good and evil. The current leader Tao Tianshi is also in the out-of-body stage.
"Xiao nephew." The location of Wuzhuang Temple is right next to Cangyun Pavilion. Xiao Xiangzi turned around and asked, "I heard that Taoist Cangyunzi has passed away?"
"Yes, my master was unfortunately ambushed by the demon lord Luo Tian. After both sides were injured, he recuperated in the pavilion for two years, but still died." Xiao Xian's voice was full of desolation, and the sad atmosphere affected the people around him.
"Wulian Tianzun." Xiao Xiangzi put his hands together, closed his eyes and chanted.
After a while, Xiao Xiangzi opened his eyes and said seriously: "Xiao nephew, if there are any villains who dare to make trouble at this time, don't be polite, I will do my best."
"Thank you, uncle, there is no worry in the pavilion for the time being."
Xiao Xian sat on the head of the sect, which also attracted the attention of major sects. After asking each other, the news of Cang Yuanzi's immortal death became known to everyone.
At noon, the morning sun slowly rose on the side of the mountain, and the people coming and going settled down, and the discussion of Taoism in Tianshan began.
More than a hundred years ago, after the last saint successfully passed the tribulation and ascended to heaven, there had been several decades of thunder tribulation. According to ancient records, Tianyi Zhenren's realm had already entered the peak of the tribulation period, and he could face the heavenly tribulation at any time, but now the heavenly tribulation is delayed, and the end of his life is gradually approaching.
Tianyi Zhenren had no choice but to hold a discussion meeting, inviting masters of the Tribulation Period from various sects to Tianshan to discuss the Dao, which gradually evolved into a discussion meeting held every five years.
Tianyi Zhenren first stepped forward and shared his new insights into the Dao in the past five years with everyone, followed by the Great Elder, Taiwu, the Abbot, and Xiaoxiangzi. As the sun set, everyone present had more or less realized something new, and they all closed their eyes and thought quietly.
The sun rose and set in the sky, time passed like a white horse, and three days passed in a flash.
"Alas." Tianyi Zhenren sighed again in his heart, stood up and said: "The discussion meeting is over, but now that the evil cult is rampant, our Tianshan Sect hereby proposes that the eight major sects be the leader to form a righteous alliance to eliminate demons and defend the Dao, what do you think?"
"Exorcising demons and defending the Dao is the responsibility of our generation, and I have no objection to Shushan." The speaker was a middle-aged man in white, the Sword Immortal Taiwu.
People on and off the field agreed.
"I have a question." The speaker was a middle-aged man, who was unexpectedly strong and looked like a martial artist.
The chaotic voices suddenly quieted down, and Tianyi Zhenren asked, "What questions do you have?"
"The Righteous Alliance is fine, and it is also right to eliminate demons and defend the Way, but it is not easy to convince the public that there are people who fish in troubled waters among the eight major sects?"
People on the field looked towards Cangyun Pavilion, and people off the field also began to discuss, and they were somewhat dissatisfied with Cangyun Pavilion occupying the position of the eight major sects.
"Here it comes." Lu Wentao's heart tightened, and he said silently.
"What do you think?"
"I, Badao Sect, am willing to be the first to challenge Cangyun Pavilion!" Zuowei raised his head and said, "If we win, then Badao Sect will replace Cangyun Pavilion. If we lose, Badao Sect will obey the orders of the eight major sects in the future. If other brothers are dissatisfied with me being the representative, they can also solve it with me first!"
Zuowei said as he drew out the blood-red sword from his waist, and his internal strength was also revealed, showing his strength of the Out-of-Body Stage. Other people who wanted to try sat back immediately and said nothing.
"This." What Zuowei said made sense, but Tianyi Zhenren and Cang Yuanzi had known each other for nearly a hundred years. As soon as Cang Yuanzi passed away, he allowed others to bully his descendants on his territory. Tianyi Zhenren thought about it and was still a little hesitant.
Xiao Xian stood up and said, "How do we compete?"
Zuowei squinted his eyes and looked at Xiao Xian. The lust in his eyes made Xiao Xian a little dissatisfied. "The Tianshan Dao Discussion has long had rules. The seniors have one match, and the juniors have two matches."
There are many sects that have disputes in the Tianshan Dao Discussion, so there are rules for the challenge. The strongest people in the sect compete in one match and get two points. The juniors under the age of fifty compete in two matches. Each person can only play once, and each gets one point. The results are wins, losses, and draws.
"If Cangyun Pavilion can only be on par with my small Badao Sect, then there is no need to occupy these eight major sects. It is better to just occupy seven major sects."
"If it is a draw, then Cangyun Pavilion will lose!" The evil and contempt in Zuowei's eyes made Xiao Xian very angry, and she said immediately.
"Don't be impulsive, Junior Sister Xiao!" Cheng Yun looked at Xiao Xian nervously and said, and Xiaoxiangzi in front of him also looked over with a little worry.
"Thank you, Uncle Xiaoxiang, and Brother Cheng for your concern. This is related to the reputation of Cangyun Pavilion. Please forgive me." Xiao Xian said, and then stepped forward and said, "Please ask Uncle Taiyi to be a witness."
"Of course." Taiyi Zhenren said helplessly, "You two, the competition is the main thing. Don't hurt anyone."
The people off the field withdrew one after another, leaving enough space for the two.
The majestic figure turned into a residual image, and the blood-red sword in his hand drew a bloody light and rushed straight to Xiao Xian. The out-of-body stage who entered the Tao from martial arts was not much inferior to the several out-of-body stage masters of the eight major sects.
The status of the eight major sects has not changed for a long time, and the exchanges between them are also quite close. Everyone looked at the field nervously. Murong Qing buried his head in Lu Wentao's arms nervously, not daring to look.
The figure of Zuo Wei instantly appeared in front of Xiao Xian, and the broadsword brought the force of burning the boats and slashing at Xiao Xian.
"Huh." Xiao Xian stepped lightly, and her delicate body turned and retreated like a butterfly, avoiding the attack.
Disappeared, appeared, and Zuo Wei appeared in front of Xiao Xian again, holding the broadsword with both hands and lifting it from bottom to top.
Retreat again!
Zuo Wei used the same trick again, and chopped the broadsword diagonally.
It is said that the first blow is strong, the second is weak, and the third is exhausted. The power of these three swords is also weaker than the previous one.
"Dang!" The snow-white long sword blocked the broadsword head-on, and Xiao Xian's momentum instantly bloomed.
Out-of-body stage! The people of the eight major sects could no longer sit still. Although they felt a little bit in their hearts, they were still surprised to see Xiao Xian enter the out-of-body stage at the age of 26.
"Haha, Junior Brother Lu, we are still fighting for the title of genius." Cheng Yun turned around and said after being surprised.
After five years of seclusion, he finally succeeded in breaking the pill and becoming an infant before the Tianshan Discussion. He thought he could consolidate his title of genius, but he didn't expect that.
No matter how surprised the audience was, the fight on the field continued.
Zuo Wei's swordsmanship was named for its dominance, and it was open and close. Xiao Xian's swordsmanship was the Cang Yun Swordsmanship passed down secretly by the Cang Yun Pavilion, which was exquisite and infinite. The fight was unexpectedly intense.
"Haha, it's great! If I had known that Fairy Xiao had such strength, I would have been convinced." Zuo Wei held the sword in one hand and raised it above his head, saying loudly: "But for the Ba Dao sect, being able to fight is defeat!"
As he spoke, the blood-red sword carried the power of the world and slashed towards Xiao Xian's head, and infinite spiritual energy turned into a blade.
Xiao Xian's jade hand trembled, and a white object with a light blue color flew into the air.
"Xiaoyao Fan!" Xiaoxiangzi looked at the fan that had been opened in the air and sighed with a little regret: "Ah."
This Xiaoyao Fan was a magic weapon passed down from generation to generation in his Wuzhuang Temple. Although it was not a treasure of the sect, it was also a rare magic weapon. Moreover, the Xiaoyao Fan was painted with mountains and rivers, which was pleasing to the eye.
However, he lost the bet to Cang Yuanzi more than a hundred years ago, and now he couldn't help but think of his old friend.
"Break!" Zuo Wei shouted loudly, and the Xiaoyao Fan was blown away. The blue light between the mountains and rivers became dim, and it fell to the ground and looked plain and unpretentious.
The strong air wave rolled Zuo Wei away and landed on the ground, and at the same time blew away Xiao Xian's veil and scattered her hair.
There was a calm and confident smile on her pretty face, and her gray-white long hair fluttered in the wind.
Xiao Xian put her hands together, and the pure white long sword split into seven pieces, flying towards Zuo Wei.
"Grab, grab, grab!" Zuo Wei waved his sword, but found that none of the flying swords flew towards his body, but fell to the ground beside him.
If you look from the air, the seven flying swords are like the Big Dipper, and Zuo Wei is trapped in the star spoon.
"Seven Stars to Subdue Demons!"
As Xiao Xian whispered, the seven flying swords simultaneously emitted infinite spiritual energy, forming a large net to press Zuo Wei.
"Ah! Ha!" A bloody knife shadow flashed in the net, but the knife was about chopping, and it was against the knife method to chop from bottom to top, and being trapped also destroyed Zuo Wei's domineering momentum, so failure was inevitable.
The white net pressed lower and lower until Zuo Wei knelt on one knee, with the big knife inserted into the ground to support his body.
The winner was decided.
"Thank you."
The seven flying swords flew off the ground in response, and flew back to Xiao Xian's back together.
Exquisite calculations, mysterious swordsmanship and Taoism, powerful strength and outstanding appearance, everyone was cheering for Xiao Xian.
"Qing'er, remember to avoid the enemy's sharp edge, use slowness to defeat speed, and defeat the enemy with one blow." Xiao Xian said softly: "His two sons don't seem to be very capable, so we can be worry-free if we win this battle."
Zuo Wei, who was below, was also telling his son something in his ear, and his eyes kept looking at them.
Murong Qing was already standing on the field, and Tianyi Zhenren asked: "I wonder which young talent your sect will send to fight?"
Zuo Wei's mouth corners slightly raised, and his sinister smile made people look a little uneasy. "It's me!" A middle-aged man stood up behind Zuo Wei and said.
"Master Zuo, this?"
"This is my brother Zuo Biao, who is forty-eight years old. I'm afraid he won't be able to play in two years."
The people present began to discuss. After all, they were all cultivators, and they had a good appearance. They often lived for more than seventy years and still looked like young men. Seeing this situation, they didn't know what to do.
"Master, the rules say that the younger generation should fight, but you are of the same generation, so I'm afraid it's against the rules." Seeing that Tianyi Zhenren didn't know how to answer, Xiaoxiangzi stood up and said to help.
"Hahaha." Zuo Biao suddenly laughed.
"What's wrong?"
"They are a master-disciple relationship?"
Tianyi Zhenren waved his hand, and a young Taoist priest walked to Zuo Biao's side, and quickly slapped his hands on Zuo Biao's bones. "Master, this man is definitely forty-eight years old." He quickly retreated and bowed to Tianyi Zhenren.
This is the art of touching bones. The appearance of a cultivator does not represent his age, so this art of touching bones is needed to determine his age.
Zuo Biao held a big knife in each hand, and the blade was cold and sharp, showing his Nascent Soul stage strength. Murong Qing pinched the sword formula with his hands, and the water-blue flying sword floated beside him, ready to fly out at any time.
"Swish!" Zuo Biao's figure was getting closer and closer, and the flying sword in the air suddenly flew out, pointing directly at Zuo Biao's upper body.
"Ding!" The big knife chopped the flying sword away. Zuo Biao looked forward and found that Murong Qing was already in front of him.
Zuo Biao's double swords were not suitable for close combat, but were hit by Murong Qing's palm method unexpectedly. However, the difference in realm prevented Murong Qing from causing considerable damage.
"Ah!" Zuo Biao stabilized his body, and after resisting Murong Qing's palms for a few times, he put his double swords together and chopped across his waist.
Murong Qing retreated, and Zuo Biao was about to chase him but found that his body seemed to be hindered.
Some water-blue flags were inserted at his feet at some point, and the area within the range of the flags instantly froze, including his legs.
"Cut!" The flying sword that was knocked away at the first time flew back again.
"Ah!" The spiritual energy on Zuo Biao's body was running wildly, and the ice on his body cracked and shattered on the ground. Several small flags also lost their light and fell to the ground.
With a wave of the big knife, the flying sword was chopped away again, and Zuo Biao rushed towards Murong Qing fiercely.
"Dang, dang!" The two knives were blocked by the white light curtain, and Zuo Biao's tiger's mouth was also shocked and hurt.
"We lost this game." Xiao Xian waved her hand, and the white light curtain disappeared.
Zuo Wei and Zuo Biao smiled at each other, and Zuo Wei's two sons Zuo Nan and Zuo Bei had disdain on their faces. After all, their opponent was the number one waste Lu Wentao.
In the end, the younger brother Zuo Bei won the brother in the rock-paper-scissors game and got the opportunity to play.
Unlike the Ba Dao Sect, Xiao Xian and Murong Qing both sat in their chairs in silence. Lu Wentao suddenly stood up and walked forward.
When Lu Wentao passed by Xiao Xian, Xiao Xian suddenly said, "Junior brother, why don't you just give up."
"No need."
"Be careful in everything, if it doesn't work."
"Don't worry." Lu Wentao walked forward confidently.
No one could see that Xiao Xian's face under the veil was full of worry.
Zuobei looked at Lu Wentao with contempt and said, "Come on."
"Please."
"Tsk."
The big knife in Zuobei's hand was a few points bigger than his father or uncle. After sneering, the big knife dragged on the ground and rushed towards Lu Wentao.
"Hu, hu, hu." Lu Wentao easily dodged three consecutive knives, "Is that all you can do?"
"Hmph!" The heavy big knife was as light as nothing in Zuobei's hand, and he snorted coldly and stabbed directly at Lu Wentao.
Lu Wentao put his hands together, clamped the big knife tightly, and the breath on his body could no longer be concealed.
Jindan stage! For ten years, Lu Wentao has been known as a useless person. He was stuck in the Bigu stage for ten years and could not make any progress. Now he has suddenly entered the Jindan stage, catching up with all his peers except Cheng Yun, of course Xiao Xian is not included.
Xiao Xian and Murong Qing's eyes were full of surprise, Xiao Xiangzi beside them stood up excitedly, and Cheng Yun also smiled.
The people from the other six major sects also looked at the field thoughtfully. The three people from the Badao Sect all showed nervous expressions in their eyes. Originally, all three games should have been easily won without a doubt, but they didn't expect it.
Zuobei also put away his contempt, and his eyes showed solemnity. Lu Wentao loosened his hands, and did not dare to be arrogant. Zuobei stood up and drew back the broadsword, looking for another opportunity.
The jade long sword appeared in Lu Wentao's hand, and the exquisite Cangyun swordsmanship was extremely skillful in Lu Wentao's hands.
In the Cangshan Mountain and the clouds, Lu Wentao's sword moves were like following the wind and moving with the clouds on the top of the Cangyun Mountain. Compared with the visible sword moves, the invisible sword heart was stronger.
The infinite spiritual energy in Lu Wentao's body slowly flowed with the sword heart, and his actions became more arbitrary.
But Zuobei was getting more and more exhausted. Lu Wentao in front of him seemed to be no longer a person, but a mountain, firmly unshakable. It seemed that his feet were no longer on the bluestone ground, but on the clouds, with nowhere to rest.
As the domineering heart became more and more far away, Lu Wentao's victory seemed to be justified. The big knife in Zuobei's hand seemed to weigh thousands of pounds, and fell to the ground and could no longer be lifted.
"Thank you."
With Lu Wentao's voice, Zuobei felt that he had fallen back to the ground.
Zuo Bei returned to his seat in disgrace, and Tianyi Zhenren also stood up and said: "Do you have any dissatisfaction with the eight major sects?"
"We don't."
"We don't."
After the remaining seven major sects on the field finished speaking, the small sects below also responded.
"Now the formation of the Righteous Alliance is imperative. Please take a day off, fellow Taoists. We will discuss the details of the Righteous Alliance with you tomorrow."
At noon the next day, the first meeting of the Righteous Alliance officially ended. Now is the time to enter the war, so the main focus is to eliminate the living forces of the evil sects. According to the strength of the people killed, personal merits will be given to exchange for various materials provided by the eight major sects.
Of course, the major sects can also hand in cultivation materials in exchange for merits, and the alliance will also benefit from it for sustainable development.
"Leader!" A man's voice suddenly came from the field.
Although Badao Sect won the challenge against Cangyun Pavilion, their strong strength still gave them a certain status in the alliance. Tianyi Zhenren also said politely: "Please speak, Sect Master!"
"I once found an ancient immortal cave somewhere. It is so strange that only young people under 40 years old can enter. Unfortunately, the two dogs are incompetent and can't break the delicate mechanism. Why don't the leader take the lead and gather the heroes of each sect to explore it together?"
"It is a great honor to be a sect leader. If you really want to do this, you can do it. At that time, you will be awarded the merit of being a sect leader according to your gains. What do you think?"
"Very good, very good."
Afterwards, many sects also took out some rare treasures in exchange for merits. After all, most of the rare treasures obtained in this world are not suitable for their own use. It is a good thing to exchange them for some usable objects.
Cangyun Pavilion also took out a lot of medicine flying swords in exchange for some merits. Now there are only three of them left in the pavilion, and these objects are enough.
After Lu Wentao entered the Golden Core Stage, the three of them could fly on swords. Although Cangyun Mountain and Tianshan Mountain are located in the far east and west, 8,000 miles away, they can return in just one day. They did not stay any longer and set off on their way home... "No!"
"I have made up my mind."
"Senior Sister!"
"How Qing'er treats you, don't you know?"
"Senior Sister! How I feel, don't you know?"
"Don't mention this again!"
Lu Wentao clenched his fists tightly, looking at the room full of red with a painful face, and the woman in front of him who was still dressed in white.
"Qing'er is also a pitiful person, you should treat her well, the fate between you and me is over."
As soon as the voice fell, the woman's figure disappeared in the room.
The sunlight was gradually swallowed by the towering mountains, but the big red lanterns in Cangyun Pavilion illuminated the entire Cangyun Pavilion like daylight.
"First, bow to heaven and earth."
"Second, bow to parents."
"Husband and wife bow to each other."
"The ceremony is over."
On the fiery red wedding bed, a brand new red quilt was neatly spread on the bed. The bride's veil had not yet been lifted. Sitting next to her was not the groom, but a woman in white.
"Qing'er, I'm sorry." A white letter was placed on the table, and a white porcelain bottle was placed aside.
"Qing'er, I'm sorry." The woman opened the door and walked out.
The bride walked to the table and sat down in confusion, picked up the letter and read it. Under the invisible veil, she was only shocked.
On the top of Cangyun Mountain, under the moonlight, under the ancient trees, a sad figure was holding a wine pot and drinking alone to the moon.
How can a person who wants to get drunk not get drunk?