A little girl named Qingqiu had thrown steamed buns to Yi Shanjin before.
Frowning tightly, I stood on the steps. After thinking for a long time, I finally relaxed my brows, opened my legs and continued walking up the mountain.
Around her were the senior brothers and sisters from Chiyun Palace.
Those who can reach this point are considered to be the most knowledgeable and superior among the monks.
After all, in this enchantment, the problems we see cannot be solved by anyone who is not smart and knowledgeable.
Even among the monks from all over the world, there are only a few who can reach the top of the mountain at this time.
The top of the mountain is in front of us. After finishing the last question, the road ahead is clear.
Qingqiu followed his senior brothers and sisters and climbed the last step. He saw twenty or thirty people standing on the top of the mountain.
They all came up first.
Among them, the eldest brother of Chiyun Palace is impressively listed.
A group of disciples from Chiyun Palace hurriedly ran to the senior brother's side.
A group of people surrounded Senior Brother and shouted:
"Big brother!"
"Big Brother, you are so fast!"
"Our senior brother must be the fastest!"
When the senior brother of Chiyun Palace heard what everyone said, he first smiled and shook his head, and then pointed somewhere behind him.
There stood a little beggar alone, right at the end of the mountain.
Just listen to Senior Brother say:
"I'm not the first one up here, that one is."
Counting the senior disciples and Qingqiu, there are ten disciples who persisted in Chiyun Palace until the end. In terms of numbers, they are pretty good.
At this time, after hearing what the eldest brother said, everyone looked at Yishan Jin. Everyone's expressions were shocked and uncertain.
Qingqiu was also surprised and shouted:
"Ah! That's not a little..."
She wanted to say little beggar, but a senior sister next to her stopped her immediately.
Qingqiu is a childish person, but monks like them know very well what it means to be the first to reach the top of the mountain.
Which difficult question can the little beggar do?
There are immortal sects in this world, but there are also many casual cultivators.
There are many hermits and masters among them.
Maybe some master sent him to be apprenticed to Bai Zirou, the best fairy in the world.
No one said anything, but in their hearts, they classified Yi Shanjin as one of the masters.
Standing on the edge, Yi Shanjin could naturally feel the looks on him from the monks.
What he is most worried about is that someone suddenly appears and asks himself: "How did you, a beggar, get here!"
Little did he know that everyone already regarded him as a descendant of the hermit master.
Those who can cultivate immortality probably have nothing to do with being mentally retarded.
Judging people by their appearance is naturally not common.
After waiting for a while, more than two hundred people came up the mountain one after another. Those who didn't come up probably couldn't come up either.
There are only two wooden houses on the top of the mountain, which look ordinary.
Everyone was waiting quietly when they suddenly heard a creak.
The wooden door of one of the wooden houses opened.
From inside, a wooden man walked out.
Many monks also turned their attention from Yishan Jin back to the wooden figure.
The wooden man took out a scroll of calligraphy and painting. When he raised his hand, the scroll of calligraphy and painting fell down and opened. It read:
[Only one question, and those who pass it can become my disciples]
【Draw the sword】
Everyone was a little confused when they saw these two words. Could it be that this second round requires everyone to compete with each other?
Yi Shanjin was a little panicked. If they were to compete with each other, these people were all monks. Who could he beat?
After the wooden man unfolded the calligraphy and painting for everyone to see.
He put away the calligraphy and painting, and then opened his belly like a log.
Then he took out a long sword with a scabbard from his belly!
Judging from the scabbard alone, it looks unremarkable, even a bit old.
There is no decoration either.
But no monk dared to look down upon this sword, so they all solemnly saluted the sword.
Although Yi Shanjin was half a beat slower, he followed suit and bowed in salute.
Qingqiu stood among the senior brothers and sisters and saluted. Seeing that everyone around him was respectful to the sword, he asked in a strange voice:
"What kind of sword is this? Why is everyone so respectful?"
There was an older senior brother beside him, who whispered back:
"Little Junior Sister, have you ever heard of a poem? A poem about the White Fairy?"
Qingqiu's eyes lit up and he said excitedly:
"I know it!"
She finished speaking excitedly, then shook her head and started chanting:
"I hold the moon with my slender fingers and chant the flying sword, traveling all over the world alone.
The color is clear, the sky is unparalleled, and the immortal posture is as beautiful as the sky.
I have carried it on my back. Could this sword be the Yin Fei Sword?!"
When Qingqiu said this, he unconsciously raised his voice. When he saw other people looking over, he quickly covered his mouth.
A senior sister next to me didn't care, she smiled and nodded:
"If you guessed correctly, this sword is the fairy sword held by Fairy Bai, Yin Fei Sword. It is the peerless sword that ranks first on the current fairy sword list. To choose the master of the fairy sword, unless you are lucky enough to be recognized by the person, you will not be able to win the sword.
You can't even touch it, let alone draw your sword."
Another senior brother smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying:
"We finally climbed up the mountain. Unexpectedly, this question asked us to pull out the Flying Yin Sword. How could we touch Fairy Bai's sword so easily? In this life, I have only been able to see the true appearance of the Flying Yin Sword.
There are no regrets.”
Another person nodded in agreement and said:
"With my level of cultivation and qualifications, I would not dare to easily tarnish such magical weapons and swords. In my opinion, those who are qualified to try to draw the sword, senior brother will have a seat here."
After the man finished speaking, three more people around him nodded. The others did not speak, but they also looked at the senior brother.
The eldest brother of Chiyun Palace is named Du Qing'an.
Wearing white clothes, a gold-patterned belt around his waist, and a flowing cloud crown, he has a burning gaze and a majestic figure.
Hearing what his junior brothers and sisters said, Du Qingan waved his hands repeatedly and said:
"There are so many talented young people here that I dare not be proud of myself."
After he finished speaking, a young male cultivator walked out not far away.
Wearing a green shirt, his eyebrows are like stars, his figure is tall and straight, and his appearance is majestic.
The monk raised his hand to the scabbard held by the wooden man in front of him and said:
"My disciple of Lingjian Pavilion, Pei Jun, I'm rude."
After saying that, he strode forward and reached out to pull out the Yinfei Sword held by the wooden man.
But as soon as his hand came close to the hilt of the sword, it stopped.
His face changed slightly, then he lowered his hands and became pale.
Apparently he has been rejected by the Fairy Sword.
Pei Jun bowed to Yin Fei Sword again, and then retreated to the disciples of Lingjian Pavilion, with a look of regret on his face.
With Pei Jun at the beginning, the remaining monks also stepped forward one by one.
Some people just stretched out their hands and then stepped back angrily after a while.
Some people stood still for a long time, and then were suddenly bounced away by the spiritual energy on the fairy sword, and retreated in fear.
These monks also didn't line up. One got on, stepped down, and another followed.
Everyone has special respect for this Yin Fei Sword.
But none of them could touch the hilt of the sword.
Every time, Yishan tried to step forward, but in the end, a monk rushed forward first.
Hey, I said, can you guys line up?
Yishan finally found a beautiful cultivator and stepped back, shaking his head.
Hurry up and find every opportunity behind that beautiful female cultivator!
He walked forward in three steps and two steps, almost trotting all the way.
The monk who was about to step forward saw Yishan Jin also stepping forward to draw his sword. He hesitated for a moment and then retreated.
Everyone looked at Yishan, thinking that this was an eminent queen.
I saw him coming forward and trotting along.
There is no caution or solemnity like other monks.
Seems quite relaxed.
Could it be that he is completely sure?!
Thinking of this, some disciples of the Immortal Sect began to have thoughts.
At this time, before Yishan Jin drew his sword, he heard someone behind him say:
"Little brother, I'm the senior brother of Yuxu Palace, Xuan Hua. I think my little brother hasn't practiced Qi yet. I have a secret book "Ling Qi Jue" for absorbing breath in Yuxu Palace. I want to give it to my little brother and make him a fairy.
Is that possible?"
When Yi Shan heard this, his heart was filled with excitement!
Immortality is coming?!
Although I don’t know what kind of immortal sect this Yuxu Palace is, eight of them came up, which is not a small number among the immortal sects.
He must also be powerful.
Yishan Jin was about to agree, but suddenly he thought about it.
This White Fairy is extremely powerful. The sword she carries is the best fairy sword in the world.
All of them are extremely respectful to a fairy sword. How powerful is this White Fairy?
It is often said that the more senior you are, the weirder your temper.
Ordinary masters don't like their disciples to learn randomly.
I have collected "Reiki Jue", what if the White Fairy is unhappy after reading it?
But if he refuses, he will not be recognized by Yin Feijian.
Doesn’t that mean the water is in vain?
On one side is the "Reiki Jue" of Yuxu Palace, which guarantees the bottom line, and on the other side is the Grand Prize White Fairy.
what to do?
How to choose?
While he was hesitating, he heard a clear child's voice suddenly rang in his mind:
[What is there to learn from the qigong exercises of Junxu Yuxu Palace?]
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