Wen Guangfeng, the ascension statue of Emperor Xuanyuan; Hengzhou Peak, the huge stone chessboard of the fourth ancestor Hengzhou; Weiji Peak, the white tiger incarnation of the sixth ancestor Wei Ji... and others who are still alive or dead have made great contributions to Xuanyuan.
Not to mention the characters from far away, there are also several nearby ones, such as San Qin, Han Peng, Chong Lou, Hu Xuedao, etc.
Lou Xiaoyi looked solemn and disapproved in his heart. He had nothing to do with him. They were all old monsters who had lived for tens of thousands of years. The hair on their legs was thicker than his waist. Xuanyuan's tens of thousands of disciples included him.
respect!
By the way, the current atmosphere in this gangster den was also led by this group of people, right?
This journey took them around the Dome Snow Mountain for three days, letting them know how big Xuanyuan was. It was more vast than a country in their original world, including various major and small sacred sites, as well as certain taboo places.
and many architectural stylistic uses.
On the last day, when passing by a mountain peak, everyone couldn't help but look at the strangeness of this mountain peak. Among all the famous thirteen peaks and countless unknown peaks in the Dome Snow Mountain range, this is the only one without any building, a palace.
, pavilions, pavilions, nothing... just an altar, a huge altar!
The majesty of the altar lies in the fact that the entire altar surrounds the entire mountain! Starting from the foot of the mountain, it is built in circles upwards! It is now visually estimated that more than a hundred floors have been built, and the entire lower part of the mountain has been turned into an altar. This costs a lot of money.
How much manpower and material resources?
Viewed from the air, this is not a mountain, but an altar. The entire solitary peak reaches into the sky, like an unsheathed sword!
"Where is this? Is it an altar? Who is it worshiping?"
Zhongji was very curious, but Lou Xiaoyi was disdainful. He was extravagant and wasted human resources. With that kind of investment, wouldn't it be better to do more practical things for the people?
"This is one of the Thirteen Peaks of Xuanyuan, Crow Peak!"
Brother Gubei got off the flying boat and landed outside the huge altar. The altar was so big that it would take several months for the mortals at the bottom to run around it. It would also take some time for them to fly by themselves.
With their tidy appearance and solemn expressions, the aura brought by this mountain altar was so overwhelming that they couldn't breathe!
"Every hundred years, the sect will invest manpower and material resources to build an upper floor! Over the past ten thousand years, more than a hundred floors have been built!
In tens of thousands of years, I’m afraid the entire mountain peak will be filled with altars!”
Senior Brother Gubei looked dazed, "This is an unknown sword cultivator's sacrifice! It represents the countless senior sword cultivators who have died since the sect was established in Xuanyuan!
No one dares to settle in their resting place, so there is nothing else in the entire mountain except the altar! You must remember that this place must not be desecrated, and those who desecrate it will die!
There are also many secrets hidden here. What I can tell you is only what you can know by building the foundation! When you reach the Golden Elixir, you will know more stories about this place! Keep going up, the higher the realm, the more you know.
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There are rumors in Xuanyuan that when you can know the secret of Crow Peak, you will not be far from becoming an immortal!
It is impossible for me to know its secret in this life! But it is possible for you!
Try Harder!"
The secret of Crow Peak? This Xuanyuan name is really not very good! Damn it, just by hearing this name, I have no desire to know its secret!
Lou Xiaoyi thought about it, now he has learned his lesson, he doesn't show it at all on his face, he bows his head piously, just like his second uncle is dead.
Three days later, the three entry procedures were completed, and Senior Brother Gubei took them back to the Denglin Hall. The two hall masters, Furukawa and Furugang, were still in charge there.
Gu Bei bowed his head and said, "Two master uncles, the disciple has completed the task. All ten disciples have passed the test and completed all the procedures before entry. Please give me your instructions!"
The two of them looked at the disciples below with satisfaction, especially the boy who said weird things. Fortunately, Gubei did a good job. Now this guy no longer says weird things, and his attitude is very upright. He stands straight and looks straight.
A person who knows his mistakes and can correct them.
"Since you have lit the soul lamp, you are my Xuanyuan disciple. From now on, we must love each other and improve each other in the sect!"
Lou Xiaoyi fell asleep after listening to Furukawa's lot of nonsense. Are they in love with each other? Is that wrong? Aren't they killing each other?
He doesn't know why he can't fit into the atmosphere of this sect! He doesn't know what other people are like, are they really so willing?
This kind of thought is very inexplicable! I don’t know where it comes from? Why? Is it just because of the love for magic? It doesn’t seem to be the case!
It stands to reason that such a place to stay is not bad. In the high-level cultivation star field, with top sect strength, countless skills and secrets can be foreseen, and perhaps very generous welfare benefits, for a monk who is born in a low-level cultivation star body.
, what else is there to be dissatisfied with?
Mo was stunned? What affected him? It shouldn't be. Nothing in the lower three-star domain could affect him. He had always been in a very clear state and understood what he was doing. Could it be the countless years he spent in the deep space of the universe?
not understand!
"Next, there is another precedent to follow! It is your Dharma name!
In Xuanyuan, every hundred years, the name of reform is promoted. My generation is led by the ancients, so there are ancient rivers, ancient hills, ancient north, etc.; our next generation will be excellent, and the next generation will be light...
The name of your generation is smoke!"
Everyone listened quietly. There was no choice in this matter, especially the first word. You can't just ask for whatever you like. Lou Xiaoyi was very satisfied with this. His name was too ordinary, compared to the nine people who came with him.
The reason for the confusion was not that he blamed his parents, but that things were compared when they were put together, especially the names of the two Kun Xiu had small letters, which made him very embarrassed!
Now, everyone is back on the same level. Smoke is a very artistic word. Anyway, he thinks it is much stronger than Gu, Guang, You, etc...
The Yansuo Pond is vast and full of smoke, full of artistic conception...
But it turned out that he was overthinking it. The first word was fixed as smoke, and they couldn't help but choose the second word. Instead, the old scholars in the sect had already gotten up, and they just waited for the newcomers to join the trap, and then chose them one by one.
Those at the top of the list still have more choices. A generation like them, whose century has passed halfway, has much fewer names to choose from.
Gugang held out a big tripod with many jade pieces inside, each with a word on it, paired with the word "cigarette", which is their name!
Just draw lots!
This is purely a matter of luck. Their poor spiritual consciousness cannot break through the isolation of the cauldron. This is inevitable. Since it is such a choice, of course it is impossible to choose. Otherwise, just choose a name yourself. Why bother to do it?
Gu Gang smiled and said: "Luck is very important in cultivation, all kinds of luck! Names are also one of them. Some names sound unpleasant, but they have great luck. This kind of thing is not uncommon in Xuanyuan's tens of thousands of years of history.
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Choose for yourself, one for each person, and you’ll never exchange it!”
So they came up one by one, and there was no one to grab them. They all understood that being the first choice in this kind of thing may not necessarily be a good thing, and staying behind may not be without luck.
But there are also those who strive to be the first in everything, such as Ling Ruofeng, who took the lead and reached out without hesitation, took out a piece of jade and wrote the word "Chen"!
Yan Chen is a very artistic name. Ling Ruofeng couldn't hold back his smile and was very satisfied with his luck!
Xiao Beinan's second shot was the character for river, Yanhe, which seemed a bit strange!
Zhan Qianjun, Yancang, perfect!
Sima Jun, Yan Gang, a little weird looking?
Mu Jianchen, Yanyu, good luck!
Then came the Kun cultivators. They grabbed another part of the cauldron. The names of men and women were displayed separately, otherwise it would be very embarrassing.
Qin Errong, Yanxia,
Mu Cailing, Yanluo,
Tang Xiaoluo, Yanliu,
Gong Xiaodie, Yandai,
Lou Xiaoyi was a little panicked. Who named this thing? How did such a meaningful word for cigarette become what it is now? Before him, there were cigarette boxes, ashtrays, and cigarette bags. What would it be when it was his turn? ?
It can't be so unlucky, right? It seems that all the unpleasant names have been taken away? There must have been some before, and now three more names have been taken away. What else is unpleasant?
He couldn't show himself to be timid, so he strode forward, stretched his hand inside, and instead of imitating others to stir, he picked up the first piece of jade he came across, turned it over and almost fainted!
There is one word clearly written on the jade piece, head!
