Half an hour later, the Yunhuang Bird carried everyone across the lofty mountains, thousands of miles southwest of Yunhuang Mountain, and finally landed in a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters.
After a while, everyone jumped off the bird's back one after another, and the Yunhuang bird immediately flapped its wings and flew away into the distance.
At this time, the place where everyone was standing was a flat grassland in the valley, surrounded by mountains, lush forests and gurgling water.
Looking from a distance, you can see distant mountains, waterfalls and flowing clouds, fairy birds and rare animals, fragrant grass and green forests, as well as tall buildings and vast buildings on the mountain tops and lakeside, with withered railings and water pavilions nestled among them. It is really a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters.
Fairyland.
At this time, a gentle and handsome young man in the crowd suddenly said loudly:
"Yunhuang Mountain is mountainous. Its southwest peaks and forest ravines are particularly beautiful. The one that looks awe-inspiring and deep is Wutong Mountain..."
"...the treasures of nature are astonishing, and the celestial light shines on the stars...the water is exhausted and the cold pond is clear, the smoke condenses and the mountains are purple at dusk..."
Not long after, there was a sudden cheer from the crowd, and then a white-faced Taoist priest wearing a pine hairpin and a plain robe walked out.
"Okay! As expected, all the high-ranking disciples of Lingyun Academy are well-spoken and their appearance is extraordinary! Xiaoyao Mensong Xingyun is here to wish fellow Taoist Kong Daoist a happy return home."
Kong Lang, the Confucian gentleman, stopped reciting the words and said with a polite smile: "Brother Songdao is so complimentary! I feel the same way. The Wutong Mountain where we are now is indeed famous in Central Continent——"
"Pooh!"
Kong Lang was mid-sentence when he was suddenly interrupted by the word "bah".
He frowned and then relaxed, turned to look at the place where the voice came from, and saw a strong, unruly, square-faced man walking in front of the person with a look of disgust on his face.
"Confucian scholars are the most irritated. They read so hard that my ears are wet with tears. Kong Xiaolang, if you dare to recite sutras again, I will slap your ass with a sword. Do you believe it or not?"
When Kong Lang saw the visitor, he suddenly lost his demeanor and said with an ugly face: "Sword Man, you... you are insulting the gentlemen! Is it possible that our Lingyun Academy is afraid that you will not be able to achieve the Sky-Splitting Sword Art? If you dare to slander Confucians again, don't
Blame me for dragging you into the spotlight!"
"Haha! The Battle Platform happens to be on the Heqi Peak twenty miles away to the north. How about we go there now?"
The square-faced man was not afraid at all, but instead laughed and provoked the opponent.
This person was born in the Sky-Splitting Kendo, and his real name is unknown. Because he is ranked thirteenth on the Sword Pavilion Foundation Building List, he is also called Sword Thirteen.
This person once said wildly that there are only a few people on the sword pavilion foundation building list, but one day he will take the title of Sword No. 1 and be promoted to the sword immortal list.
"Seven days later, Kong will take the stage to compete. Do you dare to come?"
"Why don't you dare!"
Seeing this, Song Xingyun quickly stepped forward to smooth things over: "Two fellow Taoists, please don't get into a mere verbal quarrel. Don't let this hurt your harmony."
Behind the crowd, Zhao Sheng looked at the "scholars" in front of him, and the information about these people passed through his mind silently.
Song Xingyun, the second disciple of old monster Mu Ye of the Xiaoyao Sect, one of the "little Taoists" in Central Continent, with Mu Xingtian spiritual root, good at...
Kong Lang, a Confucian scholar from Lingyun Academy, the direct young master of the Kong family, the ancestor offering wine to the academy, a great monk in the late Yuan Ying period...
Sword Thirteen,...
"As soon as it landed, there were already people competing to 'open the screen'. Wutong Mountain, the Phoenix Society! Sure enough, it was a public show, with both humans and ghosts showing off!"
Zhao Sheng thought this in his mind, and slowly took a few steps back, raised his head and looked around, trying to find a place to stay temporarily.
The Dong family's recruitment of a son-in-law... Well, the Phoenix Society has been held countless times, and the relevant information has been leaked by predecessors.
Before Zhao Sheng set out on his journey, he obtained a large amount of relevant information from the clan leader.
Therefore, he knows the procedures of the Phoenix Society and the situation of Wutong Mountain very well.
The Order of the Phoenix does not end in a day or two, but lasts for a whole month.
During this month, Zhao Sheng and others will live in Wutong Mountain, where they can live at ease every day, regardless of the time. They can enjoy the scenery, discuss Taoism with others, sleep soundly, practice cultivation, and understand Taoism.
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Of course, if you are not satisfied or have trouble, anyone can withdraw from this event at any time without any restrictions.
During this period, the daughters of the Dong family would play in Wutong Mountain, watch the scenery, socialize with people, and observe their favorite husband.
The Phoenix Society can be said to be a large-scale blind date party.
Of course, the Dong family's Phoenix Society is not as shallow and crude as a blind date party. Instead, it is extremely elegant and subtle, making people yearn for it.
Wutong Mountain is not just the name of a mountain, but a mountain and river area with a radius of 300 miles with the mountain as the center.
This place is one of the several beautiful places in the Yunhuang Mountains. It is not only full of spiritual energy, but also famous in the Tianzhu world for its beautiful scenery and culture.
The only famous places in Wutong Mountain are Qifeng Lake, Wutong Mountain, Bamboo Sea Tingtao Pavilion, Shoudao Peak, Lundao Platform, Wandao Tower, Daozi Monument...etc.
As for the 107 guest courtyards of different styles and originality scattered around the mountains and lakes, although they are also very famous, they are nothing compared to the above-mentioned famous places with stunning views.
The first thing Zhao Sheng and others did when they came to Wutong Mountain was to choose a place to stay.
This incident is undoubtedly the first act of the Phoenix Order.
There are only 107 seats in the Guest House, but more than 200 people participated.
So it's not hard to imagine what happens next.
Of course, those who are shameless can also choose a place at will and build a temporary residence with their own hands.
This is not difficult at all, but it is... embarrassing.
You must know that people who can come to Wutong Mountain have extremely deep backgrounds.
If you are not strong enough and cannot compete with others, it is a small thing to lose your own face, but it is a big deal to lose the face of your own power.
"Comrades, Lu is going to stay in Tingtaoxuan for a while, so he should take a step forward!"
The speaker was Lu Zhiwei, who was born in the Ziyang Sect.
What he meant was very simple. He just said that if I heard that Taoxuan took possession of me and dared to come and snatch it from me, I would do it first.
As soon as Lu Zhiwei transformed into a light and flew away from this place, everyone started to "seize the territory".
"Jing Zhongzhi of the Jing family in the Tianhuang Domain wants to go to Tianfeng Tower. If you have anyone traveling with you, please follow me!"
"Before coming here, Wu heard from his ancestor that the scenery of Fenghu Waterside Pavilion is very beautiful. I want to go!" After saying that, a strong wind rose from the ground and swept a handsome young man flying towards Qifeng Lake.
"Du Sheng once said: We will be at the top of the mountain and have a panoramic view of the mountains. Kong is going to Juedian Pavilion to pay homage to the relics of the sages. Farewell!"
After Kong Lang finished speaking, a blue cloud suddenly rose under his feet, carrying him to fly toward a steep and tall mountain peak in the southeast.
Not long after, everyone left the place one after another.
At this time, there were not many people on the grass who had not left yet, including Zhao Sheng and Li Feixuan.
Among the remaining eight or nine people, the most eye-catching one is a young "beauty" with powdered face, creamy skin, and indistinguishable beauty.
Zhao Sheng glanced at this man and his eyes immediately turned to him.
It is better for disciples of Paradise to watch less, otherwise they will easily become crooked.
Seeing Li Feixuan looking at him hesitantly, Zhao Sheng simply walked forward, clasped his fists, and said with a smile: "My lord, Zhao Qingyang, may I ask you your surname?"
"My Excellency, Li Feixuan, has met fellow Daoist Zhao. I wonder why you want to see Li?"
Seeing the guarded look on Li Feixuan's face, Zhao Sheng's heart moved. He couldn't help but smile and said calmly: "It's nothing, but Zhao always likes to make friends, especially interesting friends."
"You...what do you mean by that?" Li Feixuan was so preoccupied that he actually regarded Zhao Sheng as a person with evil intentions.
"Brother Li, don't be nervous. I don't mean any harm. I'm really just here to make friends. If you don't like it, Zhao will just leave!"
"Thank you, I won't give it away!"
Zhao Sheng hesitated when he heard the words, and smiled to himself. He was about to turn around and leave when he heard a soft voice from behind: "What a strong body? Forsythia, the slave's flower, has met Brother Zhao."
Zhao Sheng suddenly shuddered and felt a pair of greedy eyes staring at his butt.
"Farewell!"
Zhao Sheng didn't dare to look back, and waved a golden halberd light with his long sleeves. The halberd light enveloped him and he fled away into the distance like flying.
"Wait! The slave family..."
The forsythia orchid finger curled up, and with a look of urgency, he quickly released a piece of gold and red silk about a foot wide. The red silk picked up his body and chased Zhao Sheng away.
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Zhao Sheng dodged three times, circled around the mountain forest, and threw three phantom streamer charms in succession, and then narrowly escaped Hua Forsythia's pursuit.
How can anyone be so unlucky from the beginning?
Zhao Sheng's appearance has nothing to do with being strong no matter where you look at it.
But when it comes to his strong blood and strong body, he is sure that he is stronger than all his competitors.
But with a skinny little body like his, he couldn't hide from Hua Forsythia's feelings.
It happens that people who are extremely optimistic always like strong men.
What a bad luck!
…
The sun is high in the sky, on Lingjue Peak, in front of Juedian Pavilion,
Zhao Sheng fell to the open space in front of the door, dispersed the light of his halberd, looked at the two-story, simple and elegant Juedian Pavilion, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Xinglong Zhao Qingyang, I heard that the view of thousands of mountains, clouds and sea here is the best in Zhongzhou."
Jue. Zhao wants to enjoy the mountains and clouds here, so he would like to ask the people inside to make way for him to come out of Juedian Pavilion."
As soon as he finished speaking, Kong Lang responded in a cold tone: "This place has been occupied by Kong. If you are self-aware, please leave as soon as possible, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
"The person inside is Taoist Fellow Kong Lang from Lingyun Academy?"
"It's Kong. Haven't you heard of it before?"
While talking, the door of Juedian Pavilion opened, and Kong Lang strode out from behind the door.
When he saw Zhao Sheng, he immediately frowned and subconsciously showed a hint of disgust.
Don't blame him for being like this. In the final analysis, Zhao Sheng is too low-looking.
Zhao Sheng smiled and said very politely: "Forgive me, fellow Daoist Kong! Zhao also wants to live in Juedian Pavilion. Why don't you let it go for a few days, and then I can let it go to you when I have enough."
"Insolent! If you dare to talk nonsense again, Kong will teach you how to write the word courtesy!" Kong Lang was furious when he heard this, raised one hand, and instantly there was a black and white spring and autumn pen in his hand.
"Oh, I don't know much about reading. I really don't know how many ways to write the word courtesy? How about Brother Kong teach me?"
Zhao Sheng rolled up his sleeves as he spoke.
After saying that, he took off a small halberd that was as long as his palm and covered in gold and red from his waist.
With a slight flick, he saw that the golden-red Fangtian Xiaojian had grown to more than two feet long. The halberd's shaft was blood red and as thick as a duck egg. The halberd's head had three points and two blades, shining with a cold golden light. It was the Fangtian Painted Halberd, a famous weapon in the world.
Zhao Sheng held the halberd in one hand, pointed the blade directly at Kong Lang, with a powerful momentum like a rainbow, and shouted coldly and uninhibitedly: "Juedian Pavilion, I'm here to stay! I told you, even if the Confucian sage comes, it won't work!"
As the saying goes, to become famous, you need to catch the first bird early.
Zhao Sheng knew that his appearance was not as good as others, but in order to make a name for himself, he had to use his strengths and avoid weaknesses, find new ways to convince others with his virtue.
So the three people who stood out first among the crowd became his targets.
Kong Lang is undoubtedly the best candidate, and his family reputation is among the best.
In addition, he really took a fancy to Juedian Pavilion.
Didn’t the Confucian scholar Du Sheng once say, “If you stand at the top of the mountain, you can see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance.”
The meaning of Juedian Pavilion is very good. Zhao Sheng, who is determined to ascend, couldn't live here better.
"Kong said: "Gentleman——"
Kong Lang chanted repeatedly and swung the Spring and Autumn Pen in his hand. A series of black and white runes flew out from the pen, turning into streaks of ink-colored sword light and slashing at Zhao Sheng's chest and abdomen.
Zhao Sheng smiled brightly, his eyes shrank, and the whole world suddenly slowed down more than ten times.
His figure flashed, and his whole person turned into nothing.
The next moment, Zhao Sheng's figure suddenly appeared next to Kong Lang, and Fang Tian's painted halberd was like a poisonous dragon, poking straight at the opponent's right hand holding the pen, with lightning speed.
Snapped!
Kong Lang's expression changed drastically, his Chunqiu pen changed from vertical to horizontal, and at the critical moment, the pen cap narrowly blocked the tip of the halberd.
boom!
He was holding the pen in his right hand as if he was struck by lightning, and a force as heavy as a mountain came from him, making him suddenly feel frightened.
"My heart is so strong that it cannot be penetrated!"
As soon as the thought flashed, he saw a jade plaque around Kong Lang's waist shatter into pieces, and a wall of golden light instantly rose around him.
Zhao Sheng held his halberd with one hand, and his body turned into afterimages, surrounding Kong Lang and violently beating him.
He only used half of his strength, just to see the strength of "Xiao Daozi" at the same level.
It's a pity that the person he met was an ancient Confucian and Taoist cultivator.
In the Tianzhu world, the ancient Confucian scholar is famous for "a gentleman speaks but does not use his hands."
If Kong Lang still has a chance of winning against the Dharma cultivator, but facing the ancient warrior body with infinite strength and teleportation speed, Kong Lang in the "Controversy of Good Gentlemen" simply cannot cope with it and can only be beaten like a sandbag.
During this period, Kong Lang was frightened and anxious, and released multiple talismans in succession, but... Zhao Sheng dodged them all with his abnormal reaction speed.
It wasn't until he used his trump card, a magical talisman that drew the ground as a prison, that he temporarily trapped Zhao Sheng.
However, when he wanted to counterattack, he was frightened by Zhao Sheng's violence!
"Twenty times, give it to me!"
In a five-foot-square black and white prison, Zhao Sheng suddenly let out a shocking roar, and a large purple flame instantly rose from his body. The purple Yang spirit fire spread from his right hand to Fang Tian's painted halberd, and burned on the blade of the halberd.
It burned blazingly, creating a huge flaming halberd.
The blue veins on Zhao Sheng's face popped out, and he was squirming like an earthworm. His right arm suddenly expanded several times, becoming as big as a bucket.
With the speed of time slowing down twenty times, Zhao Sheng's energy and blood boiled, and all his strength poured into his right hand. In the blink of an eye, Fang Tian's painted halberd fired out continuously like a storm.
A hundred halberds were fired in an instant, and the halberds were like a mountain!
Infinite power was like a volcano erupting, with numerous halberds of light converging in one place, and a huge three-foot-long flaming halberd solidifying in an instant.
boom!
The flaming halberd and the war halberd merged into one, and the halberd blade struck a prison wall hard, and a dazzling sun burst out from the place of the strike.
In an instant, the top of Lingjue Peak was completely submerged in the light of the sun.
"you lose!"
Under the bright sun, the blade of Fang Tian's painted halberd was gently placed next to someone's neck, and a cold voice sounded from the ear of Kong Lang, whose face was ashen.