The Path Toward Heaven

The Cheng Jian Conference begins.

The first to stand out is a disciple of the sword washing named Chen Lin.

Chen Lin has been in the inner door for seven years, and he had successfully fetched his sword five years ago, but it was not until this year that he finally reached the state of consummation and was qualified to participate in the Sword General Assembly.

Years of practice and waiting have given him a calmness that does not match his age. He does not care about the surrounding vision and the pressure of his first appearance, and concentrates on starting his performance.

A cold sword light walked away from the sleeve, leaving a clear trace on the stone wall with clear water, and then turned back.

Not waiting for the flying sword to get close, he jumped lightly and landed on the sword. He began to fly the sword and flew back and forth between the cliff walls, which seemed quite skilled.

Xiya was quiet and silent.

The stone platform above the high cliff is surrounded by clouds and clouds, the messenger of the hanging bell, the visitor of Daze, the representative of Chaoge City, and the chief of the temple of Guocheng Temple, and Shuiyuean, which has always been in good contact with Qingshan Zong, several The representatives of the sword faction were sitting in their respective positions, maintaining silence and not speaking.

For the first time this year, Jing Zong sent a representative to observe the ceremony of the Qingshan Zongchengjian Conference. The messenger had little experience and did not notice the silence between the cliffs. Looking at the disciple named Chen Lin, Fei Jian Ling Li, Yu Jian was skillful, at the peak Between the freely back and forth, the heart was amazed, applauded and praised a few words.

Chen Lin fell back on the stone between the streams.

Elder Shi Yuefeng, who is in charge of the Chengjian Conference, looked at him with a blank expression and asked, "Which Fengchengjian do you want?"

Chen Lin's expression finally became tense, and his voice said in a dry voice: "Dear disciple He De He Neng, dare not choose."

While speaking, he looked at the places where the masters of the peaks gathered among the cliffs, with hope and uneasiness.

At the Chengjian Conference, the teachers of Jiufengli can only select one Chengjian disciple each, and the number is limited, so they will be very cautious.

Chen Lin knows that her realm of cultivation is not outstanding in the same door. She dare not expect to be contested by Zhu Feng. She only hopes that she can choose one place.

There was no sound between the cliffs, and it was still quiet.

Over time, silence became embarrassing.

The disciples who were not qualified to participate in the Cheng Jian Conference were looking at him unbearably.

Sister Yushan turned her face even more, afraid to look nervously.

In the silence, Chen Lin still maintains the surface calm, tilting her head with unimaginable perseverance, just like a criminal waiting for the final sentence.

He knew that if he bowed his head at this time, or if he was slightly depressed, he might be considered by the teachers to be unstable.

Then he really has to wait another three years.

The emperor Jingzong also felt embarrassed, looked at the eyes of the guests around him, and felt that the hands that had just been applauded were nowhere to be placed.He really couldn't understand that such an excellent material like this disciple should be the object of key cultivation in Jingzong, but in Qingshanzong ... no one wants it?

Finally, a sound rang between the cliffs.

Yun Xingfeng had a discussion, perhaps thinking that he could not compete with the remaining peaks in the following key candidates, and decided to accept Chen Lin.

"Would you like to follow the elder Cheng to learn the sword of the blue bird?"

Chen Lin was very pleasantly surprised and said with a tremble: "Disciples are willing!"

After saying this, he hurried up the sword and came to somewhere between the cliffs, standing with the fellows of Yun Xingfeng.

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Successive disciples came out to show their realm and swordsmanship.

These inner disciples who have been practicing hard for many years by Xijianxi have all been cultivated to a state of consummation, and even two or three people have taken a peek at the realm of meaning. The trick is more skillful, flying swords woven into a light curtain of Tao, within ten steps, even the waterfall cannot enter.

Qi Yuanliang, Si Kong Yimin, Qi Feiying, the names that appeared many times in Zhu Feng's notes, were selected after a lot of disputes.

The cliff was very quiet. After receiving the previous lesson, the emperor Jingzong no longer expressed his opinion easily. He occasionally glanced at the stone bench in the depths of the cloud and fog. In general, he is practicing the mysterious Taoism like his teacher Taiping.

The chief of Litang, who came to observe the ceremony at Guocheng Temple, closed his eyes and slowly moved the rosary in his hand.

The female disciples of Shui Yue'an and Qing Rongfeng's female disciples were in one place, and they knew what they knew in a low voice, and from time to time a silver bell laughter sounded.

"It's really boring."

The guests of Xuanlingzong sit on the stone platform of Xiya.

A 13- to 14-year-old girl stared at the running water in the cracks under her feet and felt her eyes sore.

She rubbed her eyes and yawned, and a small bell tied on the crystal-clear earlobe made a clear sound.

Those two little bells are as silver in color, is this little girl turned out to be a silver bell messenger?

"What do you know?"

A young woman rubbed her head indulgently and said, "Aoyama Zong Nai is a kendo genre. Acting swords seems boring, but it's not easy."

"The problem is that it's too boring. One sword passed, another sword came over. What's so good about it."

The little girl of Xuanlingzong muttered and said, "I didn't come because I knew it was so boring."

Suddenly a sound came from under the cliff. She stood up and looked at it. She found that the crowd was slightly chaotic, and she couldn't help but get interested. Looking at the thin boy who walked to the stream, she said, "Uncle Master, look! This is not what you just said Show me the natural Dao species? "

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Liu Shisui came to the stream.

There was a whisper from both sides.

There was also some movement between the cliffs, and countless sights were cast.

Above the high cliff, the chief of the law temple of Guocheng Temple opened his eyes, the Daze visitor stood up, and the emperor Jingzong walked to the cliff early and looked down.

The guests at the ceremony showed great interest or curiosity for Liu Shisui.

The practitioners know that Liu Shisui is a natural Taoist species, and it is the third natural Taoist species in Qingshan Sect in ten years.

The natural Taoist species is a genius of nowhere. The ordinary sect encounters one in a hundred years. It is not bad. The luck of the Qingshan Sect is really jealous.

Zhuo Rusui and Zhao Layue are from Xihai and Chaoge City respectively. Their family backgrounds are extraordinary. They have a lot of contact with the spiritual world and are relatively easy to find.But I heard that Liu Shisui lived in a remote small mountain village since childhood. He had never been in contact with spiritual practice before he started. How was it found by Qingshan Sect?

Looking at the teenagers standing on the creek, the feelings of the various denominations are a bit complicated.

Liu Shisui was not affected in any way. Standing on the creek stone, he still made a simple sword.

Feijian broke into the sky, no afterimages, not even Jianguang, as if instantly, came to the stone wall ten feet away.

Silently, the flowing clear water did not produce a ripple, and there was an extremely round hole in the stone wall.

The seemingly uncommon picture attracted a few surprised whispers between the cliffs.

Liu Shisui used two fingers on his left hand to cast the most common sword tactics in the Jian Jing. The flying sword returned from the stone wall.

He seemed to take a step towards the creek at random, just fell on the sword, and rose with the sword. The flying sword dragged out a residual image, and the speed suddenly increased, becoming a clear light. Feng, with a slightly harsh sword roar, broke out of the cloud.

People looked up and saw that he had turned into a black spot in the sky and had already surpassed the height of Jiufeng.

A moment later, Liu Shisui returned home with his sword, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, his breath was calm, and he was silently giving gifts, as if he had done nothing.

There was silence between the cliffs, and then there was a sudden applause.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Liu Shisui's flying sword seems simple, but it is extremely calm, without any excess, it is the sword style that Qingshan Zong pursues.

Although his state is still very low, but a 14-year-old boy can perform so well, even with everyone's style, how can it not be exciting.

"This is the natural Dao?"

The little girl of Xuan Ling Zong muttered.

At such a young age, she is already a messenger of silver bells. Her life is naturally extraordinary, and her talents are not bad. Knowing that Liu Shisui's seemingly simple performance is actually very simple. I still don't feel busy enough.

At the next moment, her eyes lit up and her spirits rose.

A young disciple with a calm expression walked to the stone between the creeks and stood opposite Liu Shisui.

"Brother Liu, please advise."