The corner of Yang Kun's mouth moved, but he didn't raise his head, and said: "What should we do in the future, Jingyun?"
Yang Yulong shook his head and said sadly: "I don't know."
Yang Kun was still going to say something, but suddenly he heard a strange voice coming from the corridor behind him: "Ah! Are you all awake?"
The two of them looked back at the same time and saw a young mentor standing there, wearing a blue Taoist robe, quite heroic. They saw him walking over quickly and said: "It just so happens that several masters also want to meet you and ask you questions."
Some questions. Just follow me!"
Yang Kun and Yang Yulong looked at each other and stood up. Yang Yulong said: "Yes, please ask this elder brother to take us there!"
The young Taoist priest glanced at Yang Yulong, nodded, and said, "Follow me."
Following the Taoist priest, the two walked out of the courtyard. Suddenly a cliff appeared in front of them. Yang Yulong and Yang Kun quickly stopped, their mouths wide open, and looked ahead in surprise. In front of the cliff was an endless abyss, shrouded in clouds and mist, and deep.
No bottom.
The blue-robed Taoist priest scratched his head in embarrassment and said: "I'm sorry, I forgot that you can't fly with a sword. This is Duanqing Cliff. Be careful. If you fall, the consequences will be disastrous. I'll take you to the rope.
Bridge it!”
"The cliff of love?"
Yang Kun looked at the stone wall next to the cliff, and sure enough, there were three large characters carved on the wall. They were as fluent as a wandering crane, with strong and powerful strokes despite their softness. A closer look revealed that they were the work of powerful sword energy.
"Well, this was originally the former residence of a senior of our Immortal Sword Sect who has passed away!"
While they were talking, the blue-robed Taoist priest had already led them to the front door. There were two long chains on the bluestone of the front door, extending to the two stone pillars at the other end. The chains were covered with some wooden boards, some of which had rotted away.
fall.
There was still an abyss under the cable bridge, which frightened Yang Yulong and Yang Kun to dare not even take half a step toward the cable bridge.
Finally, Yang Kun and Yang Yulong bravely crossed the rope bridge. When they reached the opposite ground, Yang Kun's heart finally fell to the ground with a thud. When he turned around again, he realized that the courtyard was actually built on the same ground.
On the huge broken rock, which is inserted horizontally on the cliff, and with a lot of moss growing on the lintel, there are three big characters engraved on it: "Duan Qing Residence!"
"What a strange name!" Although Yang Kun was a little curious, he didn't dare to ask any more questions and followed the blue-robed Taoist priest in a hurry.
After walking for a while, what appeared in front of us was a longer and larger circular corridor. There was a red pillar every two feet on the edge. There was also an arch between the two pillars.
They walked forward along the corridor, passing arches and pillars one after another, and then discovered that inside each arch was a small courtyard that was almost the same as before. It seemed that this was where the disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect lived.
Not to mention anything else, judging from the scale alone, there are probably no less than a hundred small courtyards like this.
After walking for a while, I saw that at the end of the corridor, there was a towering white wall. A large door opened below. Two thick wooden door panels were ten feet high. On both sides of the door, there were two huge squatters.
The stone statues are actually two unicorns.
As soon as I stepped into this door, my eyes suddenly lit up. I saw a huge square, the ground was paved with white marble, and the light was shining. At a glance, it made people feel insignificant. I saw that the sky was like a wash, and the blue was as clear as transparent.
Generally speaking, the sky on all sides is vast and boundless; below there is a vast sea of clouds, gently floating and sinking. At a glance, your mind suddenly becomes wider. This is the competition ground. From the scale of the competition ground, you can guess the number of disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect.
many.
In the center of the competition arena, there is a stone staircase leading to the top of the mountain.
Walking up the mountain road paved with bluestones, the mountain streams flow continuously from top to bottom. The mountain breeze makes a rustling sound through the woods. The sound of wind, rain and running water mix together, like the sound of nature.