Changyang

It has been more than a month since everyone came to the star realm. In order to compete for the spiritual spring at the foot of Lingli Mountain, except for a few powerful monks, most of the two factions gradually formed an alliance to occupy the spiritual spring and then distribute it.

But the struggle never stopped.

Not only are some positions fixed and no longer flowing.

There are also some people who rely on the alliance of middle-stage Jindan monks to directly occupy a contiguous spiritual spring to ensure that everyone can use it.

This caused the number of monks in the circle to increase again.

Of course, Changyang and the others didn't know much about these twists and turns. They just felt that the spiritual spring was difficult to access recently, and there were no less than five monks fighting each time.

Little did he know that they were becoming famous in Nandou Zhai and Beidou Pavilion.

"The flow has stopped." Ping Qingyun looked at the upstream spiritual spring and said.

As soon as Zishi arrives, the flow of water in Lingli Mountain begins to stop again, and it will not flow again until tomorrow.

Chang Yang stood up: "Go back and rest first."

After fighting for five consecutive days, even if the spiritual spring was available, the three of them were exhausted.

Baimei took the lead and strode ahead, taking out spiritual fruits and dried bacon from her storage bag and munching on it. If you look closely, you will find that the wounds on her body are healing at a faster pace as she eats.

Behind him, Ping Qingyun sniffed, couldn't help but swallowed, and then sighed: "This spiritual world is completely different from what Master said, there is nothing."

He didn't bring much Bigu Pill with him at all, and he had to get some from Changyang before to survive.

"Someone is doing a replacement in the round martial arts field. You can go and take a look tomorrow." Chang Yang said.

"When did you go to the Yuanwu Field?" Ping Qingyun was surprised. They stayed at the foot of Lingli Mountain every day, either drawing springs into their bodies or fighting with other monks. They would only go back to rest on the day when the flow was off.

"I went for a walk last time on the off-flow day."

Ping Qingyun was shocked: "...can you still get up?"

Every time there is a break, even a thick-skinned demon cultivator like Bai Mei has to lie down for a whole day. His injuries are not as serious as the two of them, and he doesn't want to move a finger after he returns.

"good."

Changyang didn't want to waste the Spirit Gathering Formation in Yuanwuchang. These were things that the Hehuan Sect did not have.

The two of them walked quickly forward and backward, passing the round martial arts field in the distance and walking onto the gravel road. They only had to go around halfway up the mountain to reach the residence of Beidou Pavilion.

But the white eyebrow at the front suddenly stopped and pointed to the side of the gravel pavement: "There."

The two of them stepped forward and took a look. A large hall suddenly appeared on the side of the road. Two lights hung under the eaves, illuminating the door.

Ping Qingyun lowered his voice: "There seems to be someone inside."

Changyang stretched out his hand to push aside the branches blocking his eyes, and finally saw clearly the words on the plaque - Zhidu Hall.

"Zhidu Hall? Should we go in and take a look..." Before Ping Qingyun finished speaking, he saw the white eyebrows in front of him rushing in.

Changyang looked at him and said, "Let's go."

As soon as they rushed in, they saw a vertical table on the left side of the hall, with a row of wooden signs hanging above it, and behind it was a whole wall of drawers, each with a number engraved on it.

The row of wooden signs swayed slightly in the candlelight, and the words on them slowly appeared in front of Chang Yang's eyes.

A monk wearing a star chart robe was standing inside, lowering his head and writing something down. When he heard the voice, he raised his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

There was no obvious coercion on his body. If he hadn't taken the initiative to speak out, people might subconsciously ignore him, but Chang Yang didn't think that the other party's cultivation level was low.

On the contrary, it must be much higher than them.

Baimei, who came in first, didn't care about the people at the table. He just wandered around and wanted to go to the second floor, but was stopped by the other party with a wave of his sleeves.

"Anyone who breaks into the second floor of the Zhidu Hall without permission will be killed without mercy." The monk at the table lightly retracted his sleeves and said calmly.

Bai Mei was shocked back in an instant. The difference in strength was so great that she rarely yelled at him, but just turned around and stared at him.

For a while, the atmosphere was a little stalemate.

"I'm sorry, senior." Ping Qingyun resisted the pressure and pulled Bai Mei over, "My friend has no ill intentions, she just doesn't know the rules."

He had a smile on his face and kept praying in his heart that the two fighting lunatics next to him would not go crazy. He had seen it too many times these days. The more they saw powerful monks, the more they wanted to challenge them.

As a result, just after praying, he saw Changyang step forward out of the corner of his eye.

Ping Qingyun took a breath, suddenly moved his hands forward, blocking her way, and asked the monk at the table loudly: "Senior, are you a deacon of the star realm?"

Trying to remind the two people behind him that the other person has a different identity.

The monks at the table pretended not to see his small movements, raised the pen in their hands and pointed at the plaque outside: "Master of Zhidu Hall, Shang Rong."

"Hall Master, can we get new clothes?" Chang Yang asked suddenly, pressing Ping Qingyun's arm in front of him, pointing to a wooden sign hanging above that said "New Clothing Department".

Hearing this, Ping Qingyun turned around and breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that they were not going to fight.

"New clothes?" Shang Rong raised his hand and turned the wooden sign, then looked outside at Changyang and Heping Qingyun, and saw a few tears on their upper bodies. "The Zhidu Hall will not be opened until after the first examination. You can mend it by yourself first."

After the initial assessment?
Changyang lowered his eyes, and Zhidutang suddenly appeared. Does it mean that the first assessment is about to come?

"Get out." The other party started to chase people away.

The three of them could only turn around and leave.

Shang Rong raised his hand and was about to close the door when his eyes fell on the female cultivator at the end and he was stunned: "Come back."

Chang Yang had already crossed the threshold and turned around when he heard the voice: "Hall Master?"

When she turned around, her whole body was exposed to the candlelight at the door. It was clearly visible that the hem of her robe was much shorter. If she looked closely, she could see that the cuffs of the two sleeves were almost as short as her elbows.

Shang Rong's face twitched, he walked out from the table and pointed at Chang Yang: "Come in."

Chang Yang turned around and entered the Zhidu Hall, followed by Ping Qingyun and Bai Mei.

"What's going on with your Taoist robe?" Shang Rong couldn't see the whole body of her Taoist robe because it was blocked by the table and Heping Qingyun just now. "Where did half of the hem go? Did you eat the sleeves?"

"The Taoist robe was torn before, so I cut off some of the hem and cuffs to mend it." Chang Yang explained.

She didn't have many clothes in total, and she didn't want to damage the Hehuan Sect's Taoist robes, so she put them away early in the morning, and in the end she only had the Taoist robes issued by Xingjie.

Fighting day by day, as her robe continued to be damaged, she began to tear down the east wall to repair the west wall, so the hem and cuffs of the Taoist robe gradually became shorter.

After hearing this, Shang Rong said: "..." OK, today's junior is getting more and more outrageous.

He turned around and walked into the table with his back to the three of them. He opened a storage drawer and took out a set of Taoist robes. After thinking about it, he took out another set, turned around and placed it on the table, and pushed it forward: " I’ll give you these two sets first.”

Chang Yang took it and said seriously: "Thank you, Hall Master."

"No need to thank me, you will have to pay it back when you fail the assessment." Shang Rong said coldly.

"I will not fail." Chang Yang met his gaze, almost decisively, "Unless I die."

Shang Rong narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "Arrogant."

Then he raised his hand and waved, Xiufeng pushed the three of them out instantly, and the door of Zhidu Hall slammed shut.

"He is strong!" Bai Mei just stood firm, his eyes were as bright as flames, and he stared at the door of Zhidu Hall with fighting intent.

Changyang didn't care at all about Shang Rong's comments. He just calmly put the two sets of Taoist robes into his storage bag and reminded the two people next to him: "The first assessment should be coming soon."

"But how long have we been here?" Ping Qingyun counted on his fingers, "We arrived at the Star Boundary on August [-]st, and today is only October [-]th. There will be an assessment in less than three months?"

Changyang scanned the plaque of Zhidu Hall: "At least make preparations first."

"Then let's go back and rest early, and continue to Linglin Mountain the next day." Ping Qingyun touched the magic weapon on his wrist, and when he saw the clothes on Baimei's body next to him, he was immediately curious, "Fellow Taoist Baimei, is the Taoist robe on your body a magic weapon? ?It seems like it repairs itself every time it gets damaged.”

Bai Mei pointed at his gray-yellow robe: "This is my fur."

Probably because she didn't have much contact with people in the past, she could never complete a complete sentence when speaking.

But the two of them had been together with Bai Mei for almost two months, and they could basically understand what she meant.

Chang Yang took a few more glances at Bai Mei. With the demon cultivator's ability to transform into clothes, he didn't have to worry about repairing damaged clothes, which was really convenient.

"My master said that the astral Taoist robe his master wore back then was a magic weapon. It was woven with sky ice silkworms and could be repaired with spiritual power." Ping Qingyun said with some envy, "But only Xingjun can wear it."

The three of them arrived at the wooden building and separated. Changyang performed the purification technique on himself and Baimei as usual before pushing the door open and entering.

Bai Mei started to leap forward, hit the stone bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The two female nuns from Xipu have not returned tonight, so there is no need to worry about disturbing them.

Changyang closed the door, changed into a new Taoist robe, and then lay down on the bed.

Dongpu's white eyebrows had begun to purr, while Changyang still opened his eyes and stared at the void above.

The golden waves in her spiritual palace were rolling and rolling, but there was still no sign of elixir formation.

The preliminary exam is around the corner. There is no scope, no regulations, and no one knows what will be tested.

She... actually wasn't that sure.

There is neither a golden elixir nor a treasure within oneself, only a heart that is not afraid of life and death.

Changyang closed her eyes and took out the green bamboo and jade pen from the storage bag. The wide cuffs covered her hand and pen.

"Changhua." Changyang muttered silently.

After a moment, a voice sounded in her head: "Junior, I thought you had forgotten me."

In the past two months, Changhua was afraid that the other party would force her to give her a corresponding reward, so she had not dared to absorb her spiritual power. She would only secretly absorb some when her spiritual body could no longer hold on.

Every time Changhua is prepared, this junior will come to settle accounts with him.

As a result, Changyang ignored her, and in the end Changhua even wanted to jump out.

In fact, it was quite boring for her to be trapped in the pen alone.

"What good exercises can you think of that are suitable for me?" Chang Yang asked directly, continuing the previous conversation.

Changhua: "..." Otherwise, she would just stay stuck in the pen and be bored.

"Perhaps my spiritual body is seriously damaged, and those secret scrolls of martial arts seem to have been obscured, and I can't remember any of them." Changhua paused and said in great pain, "But I can teach you to write as a way to absorb spiritual power. remuneration."

"What's the use of your words?" Chang Yang asked, holding the pen tightly.

Speaking of this, Changhua was vaguely proud: "Using the pen as a sword, the ink as the edge, and the words as the blade, I can conquer the four realms."

But she quickly changed her tone: "However, since your words have no character, the effect will probably be greatly reduced."

"You just discipline me," Chang Yang said, "Whether I can succeed or not is my own business."

Changhua sighed: "Forget it, let's get started."

Chang Yang felt as if his mind was being sucked into a place by a powerful force. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a bamboo forest.

"This is the small world inside the green bamboo and jade pen." A black shadow of ink appeared behind him.

Chang Yang turned around and saw a bamboo table in front of him, with pens, ink, paper and inkstones on it.

Changhua: "You first write a... Ding."

Upon hearing this, Changyang took a pen and dipped it in ink, writing on the paper with almost no pause.

Changhua was watching her writing strokes, and couldn't help shouting in pain: "Stop, stop, stop! How did you learn it before? I asked you to write, not draw!"

No wonder the handwriting is so ugly!
Changyang put down his pen, stepped aside and said calmly: "You can write it again first, and I will learn it later."

Changhua just wanted to put her eyes in her eyes. She hated the word "ugly" the most in her life. It was so ugly that she didn't want to write it today.

Changhua floated to the bamboo table: "I won't write this word now. Which word do you want to write?"

Changyang asked her: "Is there any connection between the words written and the original meaning?"

“Nature is closely related.”

Chang Yang nodded, her black eyes seemed to be brewing with years of accumulated flames, but her face was calm and she said: "I want to write the word 'kill'."

Changhua suddenly turned to look at her. The tip of his pen flickered, and a ball of ink dropped onto the snow-white paper, quickly smearing out.

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I can't remember the exact source of "Use the pen as the sword, use the ink as the edge, and use the words as the blade." I will mark the source here as the Internet.

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