The Taoist holy land of Shuiyun Sect is called Yunshui Tiantai.\\First published on .com\\
Shuiyun Sect, in a strict sense, should be called Yunshui Sect. However, Shuiyun Sect is a name established by historical convention, so it has not been changed, and the name is more smooth.
Because, the heads of Shuiyun Sect are actually two big families. The Yun family is the first family of Shuiyun Sect, and the Shui family is the second family.
The Yun family and the Shui family are the two giant families of the Shuiyun Sect.
As for the third force, it is the Zong family.
The combination of the surnames of these three major families is also a strange combination in Donghuangzhou. Together they belong to the Shuiyun Sect.
Of course, the power of the Zong family has been very weak since ancient times. Compared with the Yun family and the Shui family, there is a huge gap. This gap, the gap in heritage, the gap in strength, the gap in skills, is an all-round gap.
Of course, although Shuiyun Sect is controlled by a giant family, it does not reject disciples with other surnames. This is completely different from the Yin and Yang Dao that only teaches blood.
When a disciple with a foreign surname joins the sect, he or she is treated as one of his own. But there is one thing. If you want to become an elite disciple in the sect and want to get involved at the highest level, you must change your surname.
Of course, Shuiyun Sect disciples with foreign surnames not only do not reject this, but are proud of it. Being granted a surname by the three major families of Shuiyun Sect is the highest honor for disciples with foreign surnames!
Obtaining the highest surname means potential, means future, and means entering the core area of the sect.
Before coming to Shuiyun Sect, Ren Cangqiong had done some homework and had some understanding of Shuiyun Sect.
As soon as Ren Cangqiong arrived at the outskirts of Yunshui Tiantai, he saw his master Li Yifeng and his senior brother Bu Canglang. Apparently, everyone else had already entered.
Master and disciple Li Yifeng are here, waiting for Ren Cangqiong.
"Haha, Cangqiong, if you don't come, I almost think you are going to passively avoid the war." Li Yifeng was in a good mood when he saw Ren Cangqiong arriving.
"You are so brave, but I don't dare to let go of Master." Ren Cangqiong chuckled and looked around, but didn't see anyone from other sects. He couldn't help but be a little curious, "Master, why aren't you there?"
other people?"
Bu Canglang smiled bitterly and said: "This time the embarrassment is huge. Yin Yang Dao and Zhan Kong Dao seem to have reached some tacit understanding and deliberately ignored us. As a result, other sects are also lukewarm towards us. Heaven, this is
A living lesson. This story tells us that hard fists are the last word. If our true swordsmanship is the first in Tiange, how can those sects dare to look down on us?"
Li Yifeng, on the other hand, was extremely free and easy: "Go in, you are so wordy.//.com Novel Network//"
After all, Ren Cangqiong is a young man. Seeing such a situation, it would be a lie if he said he was not angry. After all, his master is also a powerful man at the Dao level. You can imagine how he feels when he is so ignored.
But Bu Canglang kept chattering: "Qianqiong, I don't have much hope this time. You must live up to your ambition and beat up the geniuses of other sects one by one. Let these sects who look down on others take a look at us.
The majesty of the sword."
Bu Canglang is not a philanthropic man. He comes from a grassroots background. What he hates most is being isolated by others and not being looked down upon. This is simply a huge insult to him.
It was fine for him to be despised for a while. But seeing his master also being humiliated in this way, Bu Canglang really couldn't swallow this feeling in his heart.
Ren Cangqiong nodded slightly: "Let's go in, unless the Shuiyun Sect has closed the mountain gate and won't let us in, otherwise, this time, there will always be a winner."
Li Yifeng laughed: "You are indeed my good disciple. Come on, everything you look up to and look down on is just floating clouds. There is no end to the great road. It will be east of the river for three thousand years and west of the river for three thousand years. It is hard to say whether the so-called power of the great road that is prosperous today will exist in three thousand years.
, what is there to worry about? Let’s go, three thousand years is too long, we only strive for victory or defeat this time!”
Pass through the mountain gate and enter the Yunshui rooftop.
This cloud-water rooftop is like a palace in the sky, as if it is in the clouds, and the water vapor is lingering, giving people a wonderful experience that is both real and illusory, like a dreamy wonderland.
Especially the scenery along the way is even more beautiful.
I have to say that Shuiyun Sect, judging from this place alone, is indeed a geomantic treasure. No wonder the Danxian East Palace is located in Shuiyun Sect.
Among the six major sects of Donghuangzhou, Shuiyun Sect is located in the central hinterland, but in terms of geographical location, it is actually not as good as the Sun-Chasing Sword Alliance.
After all, from a traditional point of view, in Donghuang Continent, psychologically speaking, the farther to the west, the further away from the Shura Sea and the further away from the harm of the demon clan.
Don't underestimate this slight difference in geographical location. Historically, the deeper into the hinterland the demon clan invaded, the less losses it would suffer, and the easier it would be to deal with it.
After all, there are so many sects blocking the front, and there are so many deep hinterlands, it will always take some time for the demon army to advance.
If you are lucky, the sects in front will resist fiercely, and even the sects to the west may not be hit head-on.
"Is this True Swordsman Li Daozun?"
The three masters and disciples were walking between them when a Shuiyun Sect disciple walked towards them. Looking at his posture, he must have some identity.
"It's me, little friend, can you give me some advice?"
"Li Daozun, the Taoist masters from the six major sects are gathered at Yunshuizhen Hall. You are the only one missing. Everyone invites you to come over and say that they are discussing some important matters."
When Li Yifeng heard this, he knew that this was a gathering that no one from the Dao Powerhouse could miss, and immediately nodded: "Okay, I'll let you go. My two disciples..."
"Tao Zun, please go. These two Tao brothers, I will take them to Zhenwu Pavilion to stay."
Shuiyun Sect is holding the 300-year competition this time, and all the young people participating are arranged in Zhenwu Pavilion. Zhenwu Pavilion is also the holy place for Shuiyun Sect to perform martial arts.
The Zhenwu Pavilion is majestic. At the height of Shuiyun Sect, Zhenwu Holy Platforms have been set up one after another, divided into different levels, with a total of seven floors.
This Zhenwu Holy Platform has a great reputation in Donghuang Continent.
I don't know whether it was because they arrived late, or the organizer had already made arrangements. The guest rooms No. 64 vacated by the Zhenwu Pavilion were assigned to Ren Cangqiong and his brothers, and they were indeed Nos. 53 and 54.
In other words, among all the participating disciples from the six major sects, their numbers are at the bottom.
As for the remaining numbers 55 to 64, they are geniuses from the second-rate sects and casual cultivators of Donghuang Continent. Compared with the top geniuses from the six major sects, the gap between these so-called geniuses is very obvious.
Ren Cangqiong certainly knew that this small detail was actually a manifestation of overt and covert struggle. It can be said that every inch of territory must be fought for.
However, at his level, facing an opponent of this level, he has already reached the point where he has put himself aside and ignored his opponent.
These little details, little cleverness, and little tricks may be of some use to other people, but they really have no impact at all on him.
Instead, he said to Bu Canglang, who was a little resentful: "Senior brother, the room ranking is not the martial arts ranking. You don't have to care too much. In fact, it is not a bad thing but a good thing for others to underestimate you."
Interpreting it from this perspective, Bu Canglang felt free and easy, and laughed: "Yes, you are more open-minded. Damn it, number 53 is number 53. Anyway, my goal in this martial arts performance is to enter the front
16. If you can make it into the top eight, it will be smoke coming out of your ancestral grave."
Perhaps it was a deliberate arrangement by the organizer that the rooms these people live in are not far apart. Almost all the sixty-four contestants can hear each other. If the defense ban is not turned on, I am afraid that they can hear each other clearly.
Clearly.
Ren Cangqiong came to his room No. 54, smiled, and was about to push the door open when suddenly the door of the next room opened with a creak.
A young man in a yellow shirt walked out of it, wearing a peeled wine gourd on his waist. He said with a smile on his face: "Let me meet you. My name is Wu Gou."
"Hello." Ren Cangqiong glanced at the other party with neither salt nor indifference.
The young man in yellow shirt chuckled: "Brother, it's really miserable for you to be assigned to room 54. We second-rate disciples and casual cultivators are destined to be at the bottom. But you are at the bottom among the six major sects.
It’s depressing enough. We are all depressing people in the world. How can we meet each other? May I ask my brother’s name?”
"Let the sky go."
Wu Gou, a young man in yellow shirt, scratched his head and said with a smile: "This name sounds very domineering. Ren Cangqiong, I feel a little familiar."
Wu Gou scratched his head again out of habit, but instead of thinking about it, he leaned against the wall in a drunken state and sighed: "I heard that during this competition, the daughter of Shuiyun Sect's sect leader is interested in recruiting a son-in-law.
.That is a great beauty whose reputation is spread all over the world. I heard that she passed some Medicine King test some time ago."
Ren Cangqiong saw Wu Gou looking drunk and thought to himself, there are so many strange people in the world. This guy looked so drunk. If he hadn't walked out of the next room, he wouldn't have believed that this guy would be a contestant.
However, this guy had a lazy look on his face and didn't seem to have any malicious intent.
He couldn't help but smile: "Why, do you like this sect leader's daughter?"
Wu Gou chuckled and said: "Like it? I never know what it feels like to like a girl. However, I heard that most of the elixir geniuses are brewing masters. If you can marry the sect leader's daughter, you can drink a lot more for free.
Fine wine."
Wu Gou's tone was suddenly filled with emotion, and he looked leisurely and fascinated.
Ren Cangqiong was immediately speechless. He liked the daughter of the sect leader just for drinking.
Just as he was about to open the door and go in, he suddenly felt something in his heart and stopped. He turned around and looked at the slightly open door of a guest room opposite.
That’s Beigong Yao!
Although Ren Cangqiong didn't see him, he immediately sensed a familiar aura.
Ren Cangqiong took three steps in succession and then walked over.
The person over there was none other than Bei Gongyao. She opened the door to the guest room, and the concierge opened it slightly, and was noticed by Ren Cangqiong.
The two hugged each other tightly, and Ren Cangqiong was in a good mood: "Ayao, I thought you were practicing hard in seclusion and wouldn't come to participate this time."
Bei Gongyao's pretty face was full of excitement: "Qianqiong, let me tell you good news. I have also entered the realm of supernatural powers. Master said that my talent is unprecedented in the history of Ziliuyundao. Thank you very much.
Now. If it weren’t for you, I would..."
"Silly girl, without you, what would be the point of everything I have achieved?"
When lovers meet, they talk a thousand words and miss each other infinitely, and they are naturally out of control.
(I’m so tired. I finally finished writing. I found that it was already early the next morning. Oh, it’s so crazy. The old cow’s schedule is messed up again.)