275, the first of the nine sects, nine bells ringing (1/2 5,000-word chapter)
Northern Territory, under the Snowy Mountains.
Large golden characters cover the sky!
The power of the great master of Confucianism and Taoism makes the heaven and earth shake, and the mountains and rivers resonate!
One word can cover a day, one line of poetry can break a boundary!
On Han Muye, the purple aura of hope and the golden aura of awe collided, leading to the large characters in the sky and turning into a vigorous literary aura.
This poem is not only powerful and boundless, but its literary spirit is even more majestic.
Such poems and prose appeared in the Northern Territory. If we were in Zhongzhou at this time, I am afraid that the whole world would be filled with literary spirit.
The cultural atmosphere of the Northern Territory is turbulent, and it seems that it is about to break through the barrier of heaven and earth and merge with Zhongzhou.
"The Grand Master takes action?" In Zhongzhou, Prime Minister Wen stopped the ink pen in his hand and raised his eyes to look in the direction of the North Territory.
In the world of Tianxuan, how could such a great master of Confucianism and Taoism come to be?
However, he did not use his spiritual thoughts to explore.
After all, for the Grand Master, it is disrespectful to him to explore without reason.
"The scenery of the North, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow... It's really a good word, but it's a pity that if it could be completed, it would be a step forward, and there would be a chance."
Copying the poems from the Northern Territory on the scroll in front of him, Wen Xiang shook his head, with a strange look in his eyes.
"Old Wen, did you arrange the Northern Territory?" A voice sounded in the void.
Wuhou.
Wen Xiang shook his head.
"Haha, it's really interesting. Your Confucianism and Taoism have been very prosperous recently."
"I really like the way everyone carries a sword in Bailu Mountain Academy. By the way, the war in the Wuyuan Realm is tense. Can you send more strong men?"
"Just two masters will do."
There was a hint of exhaustion in Marquis Wu's words.
"You want those two from Bailu Mountain, right?" Wen Xiang shook his head and whispered: "Let's wait and see. If they can grow, I don't mind giving them more opportunities."
In the void, Marquis Wu said "Hmm" and his voice disappeared.
In the Northern Territory, on the sky dome, large golden characters flickered in the void and slowly dispersed.
The golden-purple light and shadow in the sky gradually disappeared.
The shadowy figure of the great Confucian, with his high crown and sword, quietly disappeared.
Deng Chungang fell to the ground with a confused look on his face.
The Sirius standing not far away had an illusory figure and a complicated expression on his face.
Taoist Dayan, who was standing not far from Han Muye, had his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.
In front of Han Muye, Taoist Daoshi with tattered robes stood on his knees until he reached the eighth line of the poem, and his Nascent Soul was shattered.
Yes, Yuanying, not Yuanshen.
Back then, the soul of this great master of transformation was chopped into pieces by Sword Master Yuan Tian, and he escaped by relying on the art of clones.
The current Taoist Jushi is actually just a clone.
But even if it is just a clone, this clone is half-step out of the body, and no one in the Western and Northern Territories can rival it.
Coupled with the Dao sword in his hand, he can still fight even if he encounters an out-of-body overhaul.
It's a pity that Han Muye is a great master of Confucianism and Taoism.
Follow your words.
The great masters of Confucianism and Taoism, even Zhongzhou, can be counted on one hand.
In front of such powerful people, even the true out-of-body overhaul can only bow its head obediently.
The great master of Confucianism and Taoism can transform into a god in half a step!
Looking at the Taoist Jushi who was gradually darkening in front of him, Han Mu couldn't help but sigh slightly.
If he were not in the Northern Territory, he, Han Muye, would not be able to block Taoist Jushi's finger at all.
But the Heavenly Dao of the Northern Territory is connected with Zhongzhou, so Han Muye doesn't need to expend much effort to kill the giant stone Taoist.
The phrase "The scenery of the North is covered in thousands of miles of ice" froze the giant stone's body.
Before the sentence "I want to compete with the Lord of Heaven" could be uttered, Taoist Jushi had already shattered his Yuan Ying.
This made Han Muye, who was very interested, have no choice but to take back the ink pen in his hand.
"I should have returned to the fairy world if I had known it..." His body softened, and there was a trace of regret on the face of the giant stone Taoist lying on the ground. Then he slowly closed his eyes, and pieces of spiritual light scattered around his body.
Han Muye could feel joy surging between heaven and earth.
Just like in the Fire Source Realm, as long as you kill the practitioners outside the realm, there will be gifts from heaven and earth.
Now Han Muye is qualified to trade equally with heaven and earth. If he kills outside practitioners, heaven and earth will naturally respond.
This feedback will increase the power he can borrow from heaven and earth.
Raising his hand, Taoist Jushi's half of Taoist sword fell on his hand.
This is good stuff.
Han Muye has the other half of the sword in his hand.
It's a pity that no one can repair this thing, let alone Xijiang, even Tianxuan World.
Having seen the process of casting the Dao Sword, Han Muye knew that even in the fairy world, it took a large family to save countless years before it could be successfully cast.
Putting the Dao sword directly into the storage ring, Han Muye turned to look at Tianlang.
"I think the senior is the number one swordsman under the Sword Master back then, Senior Tianlang, right?"
Sirius turned to look at him, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.
"I will stay in Western Xinjiang for a while."
"If you can pick up my three swords with your swordsmanship after a period of sixty years, Western Border will be handed over to you."
Sirius paused, and then said: "If you can't catch it, I will kill you."
After saying that, he glanced at Dayan beside Han Muye, and his figure turned into a stream of light.
Watching him fly away, Taoist Dayan shook his head and snorted: "Don't worry, this guy is just talking."
"He can't lose face."
Speaking of this, Taoist Dayan shook his head with some regret and said: "You are still practicing Confucianism and Taoism. This is what Sword Master Yuan Tian hates the most. Otherwise, Tianlang might just stay and give you guidance."
Han Muye chuckled softly, turned his head and looked at Deng Chungang.
It doesn't matter to Han Muye whether he gives advice or not.
He has obtained most of the inheritance from Yuan Tianjianzun.
As for Tianlang, he might have some more experience, but for Han Muye, who has a full level of understanding, it is not necessary.
Having such a great man by your side is not as good as Taoist Dayan.
Deng Chungang raised his hand, and in his palm were three yellow-colored sword pills.
Han Muye did not answer.
He raised his hand, and the eight treasures in his palm turned into an ink pen.
"Mountains and rivers are far away from old friends, and thousands of miles of wind are like swords!"
Between heaven and earth, a ray of sword light struck Deng Chungang's head.
Deng Chungang was stunned, rolled and crawled, and escaped from the scope of the sword light.
"The moon in Yanshan is like a hook, and the hills and valleys are like a knife."
A long crescent-moon knife grazed the top of Deng Chungang's head, cutting off his bun.
"What do you mean, kid?" Deng Chungang shouted lowly, and the snow-colored sword light rose in his hand.
Han Muye did not speak, but wrote another sentence with the ink pen in his hand.
"Hu'er sent his horse flying to the north of Hebei, and came west to kill thousands of troops with one sword."
A ray of sword light hit Deng Chungang's neck.
The light of the sword was quiet and seemed to freeze people.
"Well done!"
Deng Chungang shouted loudly, and the sword in his hand faced the sword light and collided with Qingyou's sword shadow.
Han Muye wrote a poem with his pen, and the poem was condensed on the sword.
One sword after another slashed Deng Chungang thousands of feet away, leaving him unable to fight back.
He used his literary spirit and popularity to activate the sword light and was able to suppress Deng Chungang's power.
The swordsmanship was much more powerful than Deng Chungang's, which naturally made Deng Chungang lose his temper.
"Peng"
Deng Chungang was struck with a sword, unable to dodge, and was struck in the chest by the light of the sword.
The sword light turned into a long whip, locking Deng Chungang's figure and falling to the ground.
"Boss Deng, how about my sword?"
A long sword was pressed against Deng Chungang's neck.
Deng Chungang's face turned red and he held his neck and said nothing.
Han Muye chuckled, stretched out his hand to take away the three sword pills, and then said: "I fought this fight for Third Sister Li."
Deng Chungang was stunned for a moment and murmured a few words.
Han Muye flicked his sleeves and strode towards Western Xinjiang.
After walking a few steps, he turned around and said, "By the way, Third Sister has gone to Zhongzhou and is still in Xuanyang Guard."
"When she comes back, you will be miserable."
Deng Chungang's mouth twitched a few times and stood up.
"Okay, boy, you are cruel enough."
With a low growl, Deng Chungang turned around and limped toward the Snow Mountain.
"Xijiang, Jiuxuan Sword Sect, is left to you."
There was a hint of relief and a hint of reluctance in his voice.
Han Muye laughed and disappeared into the white snow.
Many people were surprised that Han Muye could still return from the Northern Territory alive.
However, most of the sect elites are still happy that he is alive.
Shiwanli Shuoyuan, the mentality of the elites in Western Xinjiang has changed.
When peers fight, the fight is about anger, not life and death.
Han Muye returns and brings good news.
The outsider cultivator was beheaded, and the sect cultivator who was originally planning to run away with the bucket could safely retreat to his nest.
As for who killed this outsider cultivator, Han Muye did not say clearly.
It’s hard for everyone to ask in detail. It’s very likely that it was the back-up man left behind by Sword Master Yuan Tian.
But no one paid attention to these things at this time.
The nine sects in Western Xinjiang were rearranged, and the Jiuxuan Sword Sect took the first place, becoming the true leader of Western Xinjiang.
Tuoba Cheng from the Jiuxuan Sword Sect stepped into the heavenly realm, and his combat power was extremely strong.
There is also Deng Chungang, who is in charge of the Northern Territory. He is known as the Sword King of the Snow Mountain. His fighting power is so great that he can defeat six great demons with one.
Although this person is practicing in the Northern Territory, there is no guarantee that he will return to the Western Territory.
This is also the embodiment of Jiuxuan Sword Sect’s combat power.
This time the black-armored demon clan of the East China Sea also suffered heavy losses.
Along the way to Shuoyuan, the corpses of several heavenly warriors were left behind.
These corpses will become the wealth of Western Xinjiang in the future.
And with the return of Jiaolong Qingtong to the East China Sea, the black-armored demon tribe was attacked again and was temporarily unable to come to the Western Border.
The overall situation in Western Xinjiang is in our own hands.
After returning from the Snowy Mountains, the territories of each sect were redefined and resources redistributed.
The Jiu Xuan Sword Sect did not occupy more, but it only occupied 10% of those belonging to the Ling Dao Sect on the original basis.
Lingdao Sect is still a large sect even if Master Wanhua falls.
Its strength is still at the upper middle level among the nine factions.
According to what Li Mubai and Tuoba Cheng said, Lingdao Sect can support the entire Western Border in the next hundred years.
The treasures and resources of Lingdao Sect are slowly spit out, which can nourish practitioners in Xijiang for more than a hundred years.
This is also the reason why Jiuxuan Sword Sect did not lead various sects to besiege Lingdao Sect.
Mingshan Sword Sect became one of the nine sects in Western Xinjiang.
However, the Mingshan Sword Sect's strength was really average, and it only took the remaining territory and resources from the Taixuan Sword Sect, which had destroyed the sect.
For Yang Mingxuan, it doesn't matter how many resources he can get.
As long as he could fulfill Yang Dingshan's last wish, he would be satisfied.
He did not even attend the subsequent demarcation meetings.
Anyway, as a staunch ally of Jiuxuan Sword Sect, I believe that Jiuxuan Sword Sect will not treat Mingshan Sword Sect badly.
The Fengling Sword Sect and other sects that had previously had bad relations with the Jiuxuan Sword Sect quietly came to apologize.
The leader of the Fengling Sword Sect advocated Cheng and personally visited Tuoba Cheng.
This Xijiang Tianjing man had a long secret conversation with Tuoba Cheng, and finally obtained Tuoba Cheng's forgiveness.
Although Zhang Cheng was the one who forced Jinze to break the golden elixir in the first place, Tuoba Cheng had no intention of pursuing the Fengling Sword Sect.
Regardless of whether it is Tuoba Cheng or Zhang Cheng, there is a large sect behind them. It is impossible to ignore the life and death of the sect disciples just because of resentment.
The Jiuxuan Sword Sect has become the number one sect in Western Xinjiang, and there will be many opportunities to dominate the Fengling Sword Sect in the future.
When Han Muye returned, he did not go with Tuoba Cheng, but took a flying boat and sailed down the Jialing River.
Although he now seems to have no cultivation base and has lost his cultivation qualifications, none of the elites from various sects dare to treat him lightly.
He is the greatest contributor to the Jiuxuan Sword Sect’s victory in winning the first place among the nine sects, and he is also the elder of the Sword Pavilion.
Afterwards, the Han banished immortal huddled in the sword pavilion, and he was already half a step into the heaven.
Moreover, it is said that the alchemy skills of this Han banished immortal are very extraordinary.
The ancestor of the Mu family came to the flying boat and talked with Han Muye several times, always inviting him to attend some alchemy event.
According to the ancestor of the Mu family, there will be elixirs at that event that can help Han Muye recover.
Han Muye did not refuse, after all, he had promised this back then.
Along the way, there was an endless stream of practitioners from various sects who came to visit Han Muye.
Some sent various treasures to replenish Han Muye's health, and some sent one or two beautiful disciples, saying they were helping Han Banxian clean up.
Han Muye collected the treasure, and retreated to those beautiful male disciples.
There were also several people with good swordsmanship talents who came to visit Han Muye and ask for advice.
Han Muye only collected a few spiritual stones and then explained some shortcomings in swordsmanship.
On the way back, the flying boat was drifting and it took nearly two months.
In the past two months, all forces in Western Xinjiang have been redefined.
On the Jialing River, when Jiuxuan Sword Gate was returning, tens of thousands of practitioners stood by the river and bowed to see him off.
This is the respect that the largest sect in Western Xinjiang should have.
"Fortunately, the leader of the Jinze Sect of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect has fallen, and Han's banishment to immortal has also damaged his cultivation qualifications. Otherwise, in the next thousand years, I am afraid that the Jiuxuan Sword Sect will be the leader of Western Xinjiang."
Watching the flying boat leave, someone whispered on the river bank.
"Hey, this battle between the nine factions is really exciting. I'm afraid there won't be such a grand event in Western Xinjiang in the next hundred years." Someone said softly with a trace of regret in his eyes.
In this battle among the nine factions, very few people died, but the greatest gains were achieved.
The elites of each sect are high-spirited and high-spirited.
This made the senior sect members grin from ear to ear.
"It's a pity that Han was relegated to immortality. If this genius who dominates his peers can grow again, who in Western Xinjiang can compete with him?" Someone said quietly.
As a person, Han Banxian's magnanimity, knowledge, and talent can dominate the Western Border.
Even if he is too resolute, he will sacrifice his cultivation to fight with outsiders, ultimately losing his cultivation qualifications.
Along the Jialing River, many people had smiles on their faces.
"Everyone, do you still remember that rumor?"
Suddenly, someone spoke in a low voice: "It is said that Han Banxian once obtained hundreds of cloud-changing golden lotus seeds."
Golden Lotus Seed?
Which treasure can enhance the first-level cultivation qualification?
Along the Jialing River, many sect elites had smiles frozen on their faces.
Damn, I thought I could get rid of the oppression of this banished immortal.
…
After traveling hundreds of thousands of miles, the Nine-Xuan Sword Sect's flying boat returned to the Nine-Xuan Sword Sect's rule after ten days.
Below, figures rushed up one after another, and then silently followed the flying boat.
From the time he entered the rule of Jiuxuan Sword Sect, to thousands of miles away from Jiuxuan Mountain, after the flying boat, there were already 100,000 monks traveling with him!
Everyone was solemn and silent.
"winter"
"winter"
"winter"
On Jiuxuan Mountain, the bells ring thousands of miles away!
Tuoba Cheng, who was wearing a white robe, held a set of clothes in his hands and stood on the bow of the airship.
Behind him, Han Muye and other elite disciples stood bowed.
"Welcome"
"The soul of the Jinze Sect Leader of the Nine-Xuan Sword Sect has returned"
On Jiuxuan Mountain, a long cry came.
"winter"
"winter"
"winter"
The sound of the bell is short and sad.
In the direction of Jiuxuan Mountain, a sheet of white clothes greets thousands of miles away.
"winter"
"winter"
"winter"
The bell rang nine, and the sect leader fell.
The flying boat went straight into Jiuxuan Mountain, and all the disciples and powerful men of the ruling sect bowed and stood under the mountain gate.
Holding the clothes in his hands, Tuoba Cheng walked to the mountain gate step by step.
"The ancestors of the Nine-Xuan Sword Sect are on top. The thirty-third-generation sect master Jinze led the Nine-Xuan Sword Sect to conquer the Western Xinjiang and became the number one sect in the Western Xinjiang."
Tuoba Cheng looked up to the sky and shouted, tears welling up in his eyes.
The first sect in Western Xinjiang!
Jiuxuan Sword Sect finally became the number one sect in Western Xinjiang!
For this day, how many people from the Jiuxuan Sword Sect sacrificed their lives!
Everyone stood in front of the mountain gate and bowed towards the Jiuxuan Sword Gate.
The elders of Jianmen all had sad expressions on their faces.
The sect leader Kanazawa devoted his life to the sect and eventually died.
His efforts were not in vain, Jiuxuan Sword Sect finally became the number one in Western Xinjiang!
Tuoba Cheng held up his clothes and turned around.
Zhang Zhihe, the supreme elder of the sect, took a step forward.
"Before the death of the Jinze Sect Master, he confessed that Tuoba Cheng, the elder of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, could be the thirty-fourth generation leader of the sect."
"After three months, during the sect's grand ceremony, Elder Tuoba will take over as the sect leader."
After hearing his words, everyone bowed again.
It was natural for Tuoba Cheng to step into the heavenly realm and become the sect leader.
Three months later, this time is enough for the Xijiang clan to digest their respective profits and then send people to congratulate them.
The Jiuxuan Sword Sect is the first sect in Western Xinjiang, so the succession ceremony will definitely be a grand affair.
Tuoba Cheng didn't say anything. When everyone got up, he held his clothes and strode to the top of Jiuxuan Mountain.
The sect elites who participated in the nine-sect competition also dispersed.
Han Muye and Lin Shenlu Gao returned to Jiange, and Liu Hong stepped forward cautiously.
Jiang Ming went down the mountain to deal with the business.
Han Muye didn't say much and went directly to the third floor.
"They say that Senior Brother Han has lost his qualifications, what do you think?" Seeing Han Muye's solemn expression, Liu Hong looked at Lu Gao and Lin Shen and asked quietly.
Lin Shen turned to look at him.
"No, what I mean is, didn't Senior Brother Han give us the elixir that can improve our qualifications? How about we return it to him now?" Liu Hong was heartbroken when Lin Shen looked at him.
Lin Shen now has more and more fused jade bones, and his aura becomes more solemn.
"Senior Brother Han has a lot of golden lotus seeds in his hands." Lin Shen waved his hand, turned around and walked out of the sword pavilion.
Are there many golden lotus seeds?
Are those rumors true?
Liu Hong blinked his eyes a few times and breathed a sigh of relief.
It would be so boring if there was no Senior Brother Han in Jiange...
Han Muye went up to the third floor and sat cross-legged in front of the eucalyptus.
Taoist Dayan and Zhao Yunlong fell beside him.
Han Muye stood still and sat quietly for several hours, until the sun set and the sunlight shone on the sword pavilion.
"You tell me, how should I rebuild it?"
Han Muye's voice came out calmly.
Taoist Dayan and Zhao Yunlong looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sir, how do you plan to choose?" Zhao Yunlong looked at Han Muye and asked softly.