In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed since the promise at Piaomiao Mountain.
A hundred years of vicissitudes of life are enough to change dynasties in the secular world, but for some cultivators, it may only be a snap of a finger...
In Wushuang City, in the Ethereal Valley, Liang Yan was sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes and concentrating.
He was dressed in a gray robe, with his long hair tied up casually, and his clothes were fluttering in the breeze.
The air around him seemed to have solidified, and it was so quiet that only his slight breathing could be heard.
Suddenly, Liang Yan changed a technique, placing his hands flat on his knees, palms upward, as if he was receiving the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
As he breathed in and out, the spiritual energy around him began to surge slowly, like small streams, gathering from all directions.
In the blink of an eye, these spiritual energies formed a vague whirlpool around him, as if hundreds of rivers were returning to the sea, constantly pouring into his body.
Every pore on Liang Yan's body was greedily absorbing spiritual energy.
This situation lasted for seven days and seven nights, until he sucked up all the spiritual energy around him, and then the vision in the valley slowly dissipated.
"call……"
Liang Yan let out a breath and opened his eyes leisurely.
His eyes were extremely deep, like an ancient well and cold pool. At this moment, his spiritual consciousness looked inside. After checking it carefully, a smile appeared on his face.
"Finally, the practice is complete." Liang Yan murmured to himself.
Since the Nine Saints slayed the demons, he has been practicing in Wushuang City for more than a hundred years.
As of now, his cultivation level can no longer increase, and he vaguely feels the bottleneck. He must overcome the seventh difficulty before he can continue to practice...
"One hundred years is really a long time!" Liang Yan sighed softly.
You must know that the cultivation speed of Juetian Daoji is faster than that of Tianlinggen. Before overcoming the second disaster, he can cultivate to perfection in only fifty or sixty years.
But after surviving the second disaster, Liang Yan clearly felt that the difficulty of cultivation had suddenly increased!
Even though he had the ultimate Dao foundation and the massive resources of Wushuang City, it still took him more than a hundred years to reach perfection, which was twice as long as before.
If it were an ordinary monk in the Tribulation Realm, it would take at least more than three hundred years to practice from the Second Disaster to the Seventh Disaster!
"Practice, it becomes more and more difficult as you go up..."
Liang Yan thought to himself, then stretched out his right hand and silently made calculations.
"Well... there is no movement in the heavenly senses. It seems that the seventh difficulty is not coming so soon, but I have to make preparations in advance to prevent any unexpected events."
If you want to deal with disasters, the best way is to improve your own methods.
However, with Liang Yan's current swordsmanship, it is difficult to improve in Antarctic Fairy Continent...
"Dongyun Lingzhou..."
Liang Yan remembered what the angry monk said before leaving.
"Where is the origin of swordsmanship? It makes me a little curious... I wonder what the swordsmanship they practice looks like. Can I learn from it?"
Thinking of this, Liang Yan's eyes showed a hint of excitement.
He has always been tireless in exploring the way of swordsmanship, and has a strong desire for knowledge that drives him forward.
There are so many questions to answer!
For example: How is the sword heart understood by others different from your own?
Another example: What is the state after Kenshin?
Another example: What is the secret to becoming a saint through sword cultivation?
…
This series of questions is like an unknown door. Liang Yan can't wait to push it open and explore the scene behind the door.
Thoughts were swirling in his mind. After a long time, Liang Yan took a deep breath.
"In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed. Now, all aspects of Wushuang City are on the right track. Coupled with Xiao Kunlun's alliance agreement, there should be no problems."
"Perhaps it's time to continue my search for the truth."
…
Three days later, Wushuang City, outside Fengyun Palace.
A cute-looking girl with bear ears stood in the center of the square, looking left and right from time to time, as if waiting for something.
After a while, two rays of light suddenly flew through the air and landed on the square in the blink of an eye.
The light dissipated, revealing two beautiful young women, one wearing white clothes and the other wearing a Taoist robe. The former was gentle and graceful, while the latter had a somewhat sassy appearance.
Both women have advanced levels of cultivation in the late Tongxuan period, and their sword intent surges throughout their bodies, making them look extremely impressive.
The strange thing is that the bear-eared girl is obviously only at the peak of the golden elixir, but the two girls are very respectful when they see her, and almost at the same time they raise their hands and say: "I have met the senior sister!"
The bear-eared girl hurriedly waved her hand: "Oh, I'm not used to you guys being like this, so you might as well call me 'Yue'er'."
The two women looked at each other and smiled: "You can call me that in normal times, but today we are in front of Master, so we can't mess around."
"That's...ok." The bear-eared girl nodded helplessly.
During the conversation, four more escaping lights flew from a distance and soon landed on the square.
But there were four men, a bald man, an elegant man, and two high-spirited young men who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old.
"I've met Senior Sister!" The four of them saluted at the same time.
The bear-eared girl was treated respectfully by so many people, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. She touched her head and said with a naive smile: "Hello, fellow juniors!"
The Taoist-robed woman pursed her lips and smiled: "More than a hundred years have passed, and Senior Sister is still so easily shy."
"Okay, please stop making fun of Senior Sister."
The woman in white poked her, and then said softly: "Everyone is here, let's go in and see Master?"
"Um."
The bear-eared girl nodded repeatedly.
Under her leadership, everyone walked into the Fengyun Palace one after another.
I saw that the furnishings in the palace were extremely simple, with only a few pillars on which the wind and clouds were surging, and seven futons placed on the ground.
There is a man in gray clothes sitting at the back of the hall. He is tall and straight, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He is Liang Yan!
The moment they saw him, seven people knelt down and saluted at the same time.
"Meet the Master!"
"Everyone, get up." Liang Yan said calmly.
"Thank you Master!"
The seven people stood up slowly and stood with their hands down in the hall, showing great respect.
Liang Yan glanced at the disciples, nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "That's right, you haven't neglected your training recently, especially Li Mobai and Leng Kuangsheng. You two have made rapid progress. I am very pleased to be my teacher."
After receiving his praise, Li Mo's white eyebrows danced with joy, and his joy was beyond words.
Although Leng Kuangsheng's expression didn't change much, there was still a hint of excitement in the depths of his eyes.
"Calculate the time, you have been learning swordsmanship from me for more than a hundred years."
Liang Yan sighed with emotion and said slowly: "I've called you here today. I plan to arrange your seats for my master, and at the same time, I will officially accept the named disciples among you as my disciples."
As soon as this statement came out, except for Xiong Yuer and Li Xiran, the other five people showed surprise.
Although they are all counted as Liang Yan's disciples, only Xiong Yuer and Li Xiran are the actual disciples, and the other five are only registered disciples.
The so-called registered disciples actually need to be assessed. If the master is not satisfied, the registered disciple will not be accepted as a disciple.
Therefore, when they heard that Liang Yan was going to officially take them into his sect, Li Mobai and the other five people couldn't help but be extremely excited.
This proves that they have been recognized by Liang Yan!
The man in front of me is the Lord of Wushuang City, known as the "Immortal Sword Immortal"!
Thinking of this, the five people bowed down at the same time and kowtowed three times to Liang Yan.
Liang Yan smiled slightly: "From today on, Bai Qingruo, Gu Xingyun, Luo Tianxiang, Li Mobai, and Leng Kuangsheng, you five are all my disciples. There is no need for complicated etiquette when you join my disciples, just follow your heart."
After saying that, with a flick of his hand, all five people stood up.
"Scheduling seats today..."
Liang Yan looked around at the crowd and pointed at the first futon on the left: "Xiong Yue'er, you sit in the chief seat."
"Yes, Master."
Xiong Yue'er lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, acting a little reserved.
But the people present were not surprised at all. They all smiled and watched her take the first seat.
"Li Xiran, you sit on the second futon." Liang Yan said again.
"I will obey my master's orders!"
Li Xiran bowed his hands in salute, then flashed and sat behind Xiong Yuer'er.
"Li Mobai, Leng Kuangsheng, although you two have been practicing Taoism for the shortest time, you have already become my disciples in your previous life. Please sit on the third and fourth futons."
"Thank you Master!"
Li Mobai and Leng Kuangsheng saluted at the same time, and then sat down respectively.
"Bai Qingruo, you are the Holy Maiden of Spirit Snake Valley. You have been practicing under my sect for many years and have made no achievements. Please sit on the fifth futon."
"Yes, Master."
Bai Qingruo spoke softly and slowly sat on the fifth futon.
"Gu Xingyun, Luo Tianxiang, you two were both my disciples during my training. You have been practicing with me for the shortest time, so please take the last two seats."
Gu Xingyun and Luo Tianxiang raised their hands at the same time and said: "I will obey my master's orders!"
At this point, the seats under Liang Yan's family have been arranged. From the first to the last seat, they are Xiong Yuer, Li Xiran, Li Mobai, Leng Kuangsheng, Bai Qingruo, Gu Xingyun, and Luo Tianxiang.
These seven people all belong to the first generation of disciples.
"Li Xiran, your Qing Chi Sword master has helped you improve it again, and it is no longer the same as before."
As Liang Yan spoke, he pointed with his hand, and a green light flashed and landed in front of Li Xiran.
Li Xiran looked overjoyed!
She took over her natal flying sword and felt that the sword was light and sharp, with infinite changes in the palm of her hand. Once it was used to kill people, it would be unstoppable!
"Thank you, Master, for helping me recast the sword pill!" Li Xiran said with a delighted expression.
Liang Yan smiled slightly, waved his sleeves, and five more sword lights appeared in the air.
"Li Mobai, Leng Kuangsheng, I will slightly improve your two flying swords. Based on the previous life, the names will not change. Let's still call them 'Moxuan Sword' and 'Soul-stealing Killing Intent Sword'."
"Gu Xingyun, my master added one yuan of heavy water and star meteorite iron to your 'Suppression of Evil', which is exactly in line with your swordsmanship. The heavy sword has no edge, and it is ingenious and ingenious."
"Bai Qingruo, I took Ling Xiao's natal flying sword for my master and helped you recast the sword pill. Let's call it the 'Spirit Snake Sword' from now on."
"Luo Tianxiang, you have a straightforward temperament and are not suitable for too many clever changes. From now on, you will follow me to practice Thunder Sword. I will help you mix this sword with the 'Five Thunder Stones' from Shenxiao Mountain so that you can use it in the future."
Liang Yan sent the five flying swords to his disciples. All five of them were smiling and excited.
Even Leng Kuangsheng, who had always been serious about his words and expressions, couldn't let go of his natal flying sword and regarded it as a treasure.
"Those who have not yet mastered Jianwan must work harder." Liang Yu said with emphasis.
After hearing this, Li Mobai, Leng Kuangsheng, and Luo Tianxiang immediately raised their hands and said: "Master, don't worry, we will practice diligently and never let down Master's high expectations!"
"Um."
Liang Yan nodded slightly, and then his eyes fell on Xiong Yuer'er.
"Xiao Yue'er, what improvements do you think my master made to your flying sword?"
"Well... Master must have arranged it for me, so I don't need Yue'er to worry about it!" Xiong Yue'er said with a silly smile.
"You're a tough guy!"
Liang Yan laughed and cursed, flicked his sleeve, and a pure gold flying sword instantly appeared in the air.
Everyone looked at it intently, and saw that the sword was extremely thick, as if it was as heavy as a ten thousand stone, and it was so strong that it could not be cast!
The strangest thing is that in such a thick sword light, there is actually a golden cicada phantom surrounding it, flying up and down, appearing lively and agile.
"Huh?"
Xiong Yue'er was immediately attracted, staring at Jin Chan intently, with excitement in her eyes.
"Master, what is this?"
"This is the most precious treasure of Buddhism, the spiritual object of a saint. I will seal it in your natal flying sword. You can call it out every time you practice the sword. It is best to practice with it." Liang Yan
He said calmly.
"Oh, such a good treasure, why doesn't Master keep it for himself?" Xiong Yuer asked innocently.
Liang Yan glared at her and said angrily: "Just keep it if I ask you to, why are you talking so much nonsense!"
"oh!"
Xiong Yue'er was bitten by him. She didn't know where she said the wrong thing, so she could only silently put away the flying sword.
In fact, this golden cicada has no connection with Liang Yan. According to Hui Chen, if this lineage wants to flourish, it must fall on Xiong Yuer'er.
That's why Liang Yan reluctantly gave up her love and gave Jin Chan to Xiong Yue'er.
Unexpectedly, she got an advantage and behaved so well. Liang Yan couldn't help but give her a violent shock, but then he thought about it, Xiong Yuer'er is now his legitimate disciple, so he better not let her make a fool of herself on the first day...
Thinking of this, Liang Yan's anger also disappeared.
"Mo Bai, Kuangsheng, at noon tomorrow, as usual, you will send a thousand-year-old 'Huiyue Ganoderma' to Shen Sanchi... His injuries should be healed after all these years."
"Yes!" Li Mobai and Leng Kuangsheng nodded at the same time.
"That's it, today's business is over, you all can go down." Liang Yan waved his hand and didn't want to say any more.
After hearing this, all the disciples stood up from the futon at the same time, bowed deeply to him, then left the Fengyun Hall and left each other.
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Another seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
At noon that day, Liang Yan appeared in Lingyun Palace, flanked by Wu Ci and the five palace masters on the left and right.
Below the main hall stood twelve young monks, most of whom were at the peak of the Golden Core, and only a few were in the late stages of the Golden Core.
The twelve people were all in high spirits, with excitement that could not be concealed in their eyes.
Linglong Palace Palace Master Xia Zhirong stepped forward and reported to Liang Yanhui: "To the City Lord, these are the rookies who have passed the selection test this year. Their identity and background have been investigated clearly, and there are no problems. As long as the City Lord nods, they can
Officially joined Wushuang City."
"Um."
Liang Yan smiled slightly and glanced at the twelve people one by one, showing a look of satisfaction.
In the past hundred years, the reputation of Wushuang City has become better and better. Because of admiration for the deeds of the "Wushuang Sword Immortal", countless geniuses have come here.
This also causes the assessment in Wushuang City to become more and more intense each time.