The ancient halls have towering buildings, and the ancient and vast atmosphere seems to be permeated from every small object in these halls. As soon as you enter the hall, your carefree expression is slightly trembling, and you can feel the atmosphere of the ancient wilderness.
Being in it, he seemed to be in a vast and vast land, with the ground roaring and shaking, and majestic beasts raging and roaring in the distance.
He was once shocked by it.
He thought of the words of the Amethyst Macaque, and of the weirdness and mystery in the main hall that he said, and told himself to ignore whatever he encountered, don't listen, just keep walking, and go straight to the main hall. Xiaoyao looked solemn, and did not dare to look any further.
Seeing the vast land in front of me, the ancient wasteland, I closed my eyes and walked forward.
The heart is strong.
I will not be moved by external things, let others become stronger, and I will be as solid as a rock.
The world seemed to suddenly become silent.
Xiaoyao's body and mind were in a state of calmness. Following the previous direction, his feet slowly ran along this slightly broken mountain path, gradually heading towards the main hall.
There were too many doubts in his mind.
Why did the Nine Heavens Sword Sect accept him as a disciple? Why did Master Zizhu say that the most powerful sect in ancient times was like the scene he saw in front of him? Why did he not see any other disciples of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect except Amethyst Macaque?
Everything is full of mysteries, waiting to be solved by yourself.
The tree wants to be still but the wind doesn't stop.
With the official opening of the sect, the outside world has become turbulent. People who were powerful in reality before have also appeared in front of him. They have stronger strength than themselves. Xiaoyao can completely imagine that if he enters the world again in the future and does not reach a certain level.
Due to his strength, facing those enemies from the past, his ending may have to be rebuilt.
This is definitely not what he wants.
Ta Ta ~
There was silence all around, except for the sound of light footsteps.
It seemed like ten minutes, and it seemed like a long time, Xiaoyao heard the whistling of the wind in his ears. He opened his eyes, and there was only an extremely majestic hall left in front of him. In front of the hall, two-meter-large stone tablets stood in front of the hall.
On the stairs. Looking around, there are hundreds of stairs in this area, each of which is more than ten meters long and has no less than a hundred stone tablets.
The stone tablet was surrounded by fonts. Xiaoyao wanted to see clearly, but he couldn't make out the fonts recorded on it clearly.
"come in"
In surprise, an old voice suddenly came from the main hall.
Xiaoyao was slightly surprised.
Immediately thinking that the old voice might be the master he had never met, he paused for a moment and then walked directly over the stone tablets and through the grand gate of the hall and walked in.
The old man in green robes sits with his back turned.
The entire hall is lined with simple green pillars, and except for the winding old man and the huge altar in front of him, there is nothing. But the moment he stepped into the hall, Xiaoyao suddenly felt a tranquility coming over him. In it, his
My mind seemed to be inexplicably relaxed, and my whole person felt a little ethereal.
This feeling……
Xiaoyao's mind suddenly shook: "This feeling is quite similar to the state of emptiness and darkness that day!"
Yes.
The state of Kong Ming is similar. Although it is not that obvious, Xiaoyao believes that if you practice in this hall, you will get twice the result with half the effort.
"From today on, you are the 931st disciple of my Jiuxiao Sword Sect, ranking ninth."
The old man stood up slowly and turned around. His long white beard was swaying slightly and he was wearing a green robe. However, his face was as expressionless as a dead tree and extremely indifferent. He looked at Xiaoyao and pointed at the futon on the ground.
, said: "The portrait painting on the altar in front of you is the founding ancestor of our Jiuxiao Sword Sect. It is considered a courtesy for you to kneel down and bow three times and kowtow nine times."
The tone was calm and there was no expression at all.
If the old man hadn't said that he was indeed allowed to join the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, then he would never have believed that the old man in front of him who was extremely cold to him was actually his master.
He suppressed his doubts, knelt on the futon as instructed, and bowed and kowtowed three times to the top.
But when he raised his head for the first time, he was suddenly startled.
"this?!"
There was indeed a portrait hanging on the altar, but the portrait was as white as snow and there was no so-called portrait of an ancestor at all, which made him a little confused. He bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, and then slowly stood up and stood in front of the old man.
behind.
"My name is the old man guarding the tomb."
"That is your master. From now on, you will be one of the nine disciples under my sect, ranking at the bottom."
Xiaoyao nodded in agreement.
"What don't you understand?" The old man looked at Xiaoyao: "If not, I will take you to choose a mountain peak as your place of cultivation in the future."
"have!"
"Master...master."
The first time he was called, Xiaoyao was still a little uncomfortable. After a slight pause, he raised his head and asked: "Master, why have I not seen any other disciples except Amethyst Macaque since I entered the Nine Heavens Sword Sect? Also, why did the master accept me as his apprentice?"
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"I hope the master can clarify my doubts."
As the Academy approaches the eight-month period of self-cultivation, the murderous nature that is almost ingrained in the bones gradually converges and becomes introverted. In daily life, it also begins to gradually calm down, approaching ordinary people, but it seems a little indifferent. If you have faced the bloody butcher in the past, this kind of
He won't ask any questions at all,
And this may be the biggest gain in the academy.
The old man guarding the tomb glanced at him lightly: "You will know the second question later. As for the first question, I can tell you now that there are currently only ten people in the entire Jiuxiao Sword Sect. Apart from me, there are nine of you.
Senior brother! This is the fixed number that our Jiuxiao Sword Sect has maintained for ten thousand years. No matter in the past, present, or future, it will only be ten."
"The amethyst macaque you just saw is your eighth senior brother. He is also the only remaining disciple of the Sword Sect in the entire sect besides you and me."
"Now, do you still have doubts?"
The old man asked again.
This time, Xiaoyao's head was a little confused and he shook his head subconsciously.
The impact of what the master said made his head confused. He was still a little confused for the time being. When he heard the words of the old man guarding the tomb, he shook his head slightly to express no.
"good!"
The old man guarding the tomb waved his arm again, and among the blurs of light and shadow, a phantom of vast mountains appeared in front of the two of them. He pointed at the illusory mountains and said coldly: "The centermost one is the main peak of the Jiuxiao Sword Sect.
Jiuxiao Peak, on the outside, is surrounded by nine sub-peaks, named Zixiao Peak, ** Peak, Fengming Peak, Kongyan Peak, Blood Dragon Peak, Xiaoyao Peak, Wanhuo Peak, Yaoyang Peak,
Deadwood Peak. Currently, except for the Amethyst Macaques who stay at Kongyan Peak, there is no one on the other peaks. You can choose a peak to stay at will, everything is up to you!"
"Choose one!"
After saying that, the old man guarding the tomb stood quietly and looked at Xiaoyao, waiting for his choice.
"Nine sub-peaks."
Xiaoyao fixed his eyes on the illusory mountains in front of him. While he was surprised by the hand of the old man guarding the tomb, he began to think carefully as his eyes turned. In just a moment, he decided which one to choose.
He pointed at the illusory mountains and said with a smile: "Then I will choose Xiaoyao Peak. My name is Xiaoyao, and it is destined to me, so I will choose it."
"Xiaoyao Peak..."
"good!"
The old man guarding the tomb still looked calm. He took a deep look at Xiaoyao and nodded in agreement: "I'll call Amethyst and ask him to take you to Xiaoyao Peak."
No one could see how he acted. After a while, the figure of the amethyst macaque gradually appeared outside the main hall.
He stepped forward.
The old man guarding the tomb said coldly: "Zijing, take Xiaoyao to Xiaoyao Peak."
"Okay, master!"
The purple crystal macaque grinned widely and came to Xiaoyao's side.
"I'm sorry to trouble you, Eighth Senior Brother."
"Hey, you are my junior brother, and now I am not the youngest one." Amethyst Macaque looked very excited, ignoring the old tombkeeper who had sat down again, and walked out of the hall with Xiaoyao.
Fly and shoot out quickly.
"Remember something."
"You can go to most places in Xiaoyao Peak as you like, but don't go to Lei Yuan."
In the hurricane, a familiar old voice suddenly sounded in Xiaoyao's ears. He turned around in surprise, but he could no longer see the shadow of the main peak, Jiuxiao Peak. Only the huge mountain appeared in front of him.
