Changyang

In the Zhengfeng dormitory hall, the gilt bronze Boshan furnace is filled with light smoke, and the viewing mirror after being cleaned by Jingshu is placed on the table.

After a long time, the young man came out of the bath wearing thin clothes, with slightly wet hair hanging behind his back. He sat at the desk, opened a letter, read it for a moment, and with a twist of his fingertips, the letter shattered and disappeared.

Fu Zhaowei's peripheral vision fell on the viewing mirror, and he finally reached out to pick it up. He reached into his spiritual consciousness and quickly found the reflections of the two competitions.

He looked up at Changyang's sword-holding posture in the viewing mirror, and the strength of his sword strokes showed that he was undoubtedly practicing swordsmanship.

Fu Zhaowei held his forehead with one hand, and a strand of broken hair fell down the side of his ear. He originally felt less alienated and more lazy. He remembered what he saw that day in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. The other person introduced the Qi into the words, and then used the words to give birth to spiritual seeds. , it is clearly a method of pen repair.

Even Fu Zhaowei had only seen the record of Bixui in ancient secret books, but the other party used it. It was hard for him not to remember it.

However, Fu Zhaowei's attention was quickly attracted by the battle between the two in the reflection.

He knew Li Zhizheng and saw Li Zhizheng's progress in these three competitions, but he could not match Chang Yang's progress.

Li Zhizheng is almost her whetstone.

In just three months, he went from being a bit awkward in the first game against the peak of Jin Dan's late stage, to being able to do it with ease in the last game.

Do you practice both pen and sword?
Fu Zhaowei's eyes fell on the young female cultivator in the viewing mirror, and he looked away after a long time.

……

"Chang Yang, how are you going to use the five thousand high-grade spiritual stones?" Ping Qingyun asked happily after receiving his share of the spiritual stone reward.

"Go to Zhidu Hall to send it away." Changyang lowered his head and looked at the jade plaque, "Have you seen Baimei today?"

She sent her a message, and Bai Mei replied only a dozen days ago, saying that she was practicing.

"I didn't see it. I asked the deacon of the Royal Beast Hall this afternoon." Ping Qingyun said, "There are only nine competitions in this competition. There is no competition for Baimei. She will advance automatically."

Chang Yang was not surprised. Once the white-browed demon's true identity was revealed, there was really no need to compete again.

Both of them received five thousand high-grade spiritual stones, so they simply went to Zhidu Hall tonight to send the spiritual stones back to the spiritual world sect.

"You have to keep one or two thousand high-grade spiritual stones. If you advance, you will need a lot of spiritual energy to replenish it." Ping Qingyun reminded on the way.

Chang Yang touched the storage bag and said, "One thousand is enough. Tomorrow we can advance to the fifth floor, and then we can climb Lingli Mountain."

Ping Qingyun thought for a moment and said, "That's okay."

When Changyang advanced, he could stay by his side and there would be no need to spend a thousand spirit stones to ask the formation master for help.

Zhidu Hall is open day and night. When the two of them entered, Shang Rong was standing behind the counter, flipping through the account books. He raised his eyelids and looked at Chang Yang: "Long time no see, I finally won this time."

Chang Yang was slightly shocked when he heard this, but then he thought about it. The other party was the master of the Star Realm Hall. Naturally, this kind of promotion competition could not be hidden from the other party. It was not surprising to receive the news.

So, she nodded, walked to the cabinet table with Heping Qingyun, and took out the spirit stone.

"Send four thousand high-grade spiritual stones to the Hehuan Sect in the spiritual world." Chang Yang pushed a bag of spiritual stones over.

"Master Shang, I will also send four thousand to the Spirit Realm Transshipment Sect." Ping Qingyun was already familiar with this matter. He approached Changyang and whispered, "You can write a letter and send it back together later."

Communication from all walks of life is blocked, so the only way is to rely on flying letters from Linghe or monks to carry them.

Shang Rong took out two blank letters and gave them to them, then pointed to the pen holder next to him, and finally reminded Chang Yang, who was sending spirit stones for the first time: "We will charge [-]% of the spirit stones for sending."

Changyang nodded to express his understanding and took the letter.

Ping Qingyun had already taken the paper, ran to the side, avoided them, and wrote the letter himself.

Changyang took a pen from the pen holder, dipped it in ink, and started writing.

[Master, everything is well with my disciple. I succeeded in the promotion competition and received a spiritual stone reward. I sent back 600 yuan of high-grade spiritual stones. I wish the sect all the best. 】

The handwriting is much more stable than before, at least there is no problem with the strokes. According to Changhua, it is just so ugly that it can barely be read.

Changyang didn't sign the letter at the end, or she didn't know how to write a letter. She just took out a butterfly from the storage bag and sprinkled butterfly powder on it.

After doing this, she stuffed the written letter into the envelope.

"Okay?" Shang Rong asked her.

Changyang nodded: "Okay."

Seeing this, Shang Rong took another pen from the pen holder, lowered his head and wrote on her envelope: Hehuan Sect, from Changyang.

"It will take about half a month to send it back to your sect." Shang Rong turned around and put the envelope into a drawer.

"Thank you." Changyang said seriously.

This is the first time she has written a letter to reply to the clan. She wonders how her brothers and sisters are doing.Shang Rong leaned in front of the counter and chatted casually: "It's interesting that you defeated Li Zhizheng's Han Hai Huan Sun trick today."

Changyang didn't answer immediately, she wasn't sure what Shang Rong meant.

"Are you familiar with Han Hai Huan Ri?" Shang Rong thought thoughtfully, "Only the last match and Li Zhizheng's last move, you shouldn't be familiar with it to this extent."

Chang Yang raised his eyes to meet his interested gaze and asked calmly: "What do you mean, Lord Shang?"

Shang Rong raised his eyebrows: "I'm just guessing which Kunlun sword cultivator you have fought against in the Tianzi class, but their understanding of Han Hai Huan Ri... tsk, not much better than Li Zhi."

The most important thing is that with Changyang's identity, he should not be able to contact the Kunlun sword cultivators of the Tianzi class, which is really strange.

He had watched her competition today, and after a few guesses in his mind, he couldn't think of an answer, so he asked in passing.

Seeing the junior's wary eyes, Shang Rong smiled: "Don't worry, your private training methods are your own. I'm just curious."

Changyang looked away, turned sideways, and stopped contacting him.

Shang Rong didn't mind the other party's indifference, and looked at Ping Qingyun who was hiding in the corner biting his pen, "Have you finished writing?"

This transfer sect disciple has to write two pieces of paper every time, and he doesn't know where he comes from so many words.

Ping Qingyun wrote the last sentence in the letter to praise himself, and then he was satisfied with the signature: "It's finished."

Shang Rong put his letter into the drawer, turned around and said, "I forgot to congratulate you two for successfully advancing to the fifth floor."

"It's all luck." Ping Qingyun waved his hand and pulled Chang Yang out.

The night sky was filled with stars, and the two of them were walking on the path.

Ping Qingyun sighed with emotion: "Chang Yang, I really didn't expect that I could advance to the fifth level so quickly. I'm so lucky."

Changyang had been tense for three months, and finally relaxed for a moment tonight. She looked at the moonlight shining on the ground, her eyes clear and clear: "Luck is also your strength."

Ping Qingyun clasped his hands behind his head: "That's right, the Tao of Luck is what the Transport Sect cultivates."

"I wonder what will happen in the Chinese calligraphy class tomorrow. Will they squeeze out the new people?" Ping Qingyun began to look forward and worry about tomorrow's events again.

"The Dizi class is just the beginning." Chang Yang stepped on the stone path, "We have to go up."

"You're right." Ping Qingyun raised his head and felt the night wind blowing on his face, "We can't stop."

Two long shadows were reflected on the stone path, walking slowly forward.

……

After returning to her residence, Chang Yang was the only one in the house. She took out the soul-swallowing scroll and looked at it for a long time.

If all the cultivators in Tianzi Class were like this, with her strength, it would probably take a long time to catch up.

Chang Yang held the spirit-swallowing scroll tightly, with two wrinkles standing between his eyebrows. After a moment, he put the spirit-swallowing scroll into the storage bag.

Today she broke the third level of Li Zhizheng's Kunlun Taoism and was seriously injured. After taking a medicinal pill, she suppressed the pain and went to Zhidu Hall again.

As soon as she lay down, exhaustion swept over her like a tide. She fell into sleep completely before she even had time to activate the golden elixir.

……

It was night, the wind was blowing violently, and the rain was coming quickly, but it couldn't wash away the smell of blood in the air.

Chang Yang saw himself walking in the corridor holding a sword, wearing a black robe with wide sleeves, and half of his shoulders were wet.

A strange place, strange clothes, a strange scabbard... Even she herself felt a little strange. She seemed to be taller than she was now, and her rain-wet brows were sharper in the dark night.

Chang Yang watched himself walking around the corner of the verandah, and suddenly stopped.

She tried to look forward and finally saw what was happening around the corner.

——The future star master was wearing a white robe embroidered with gold, which was also wet. He held up his long dark hair with a jade crown, and the red mole between his eyebrows was clearly visible, almost gorgeous.

At this moment, he was holding an ice sword and pointed it directly at her throat, his eyes cold.

Chang Yang had never seen the future star master's face so clearly. He could even see the knuckles of his sword clearly. There were several light cyan blood vessels winding on the back of the cold white and thin hand, and the joints were slender and distinct, like Cold jade carved from ice.

In the corridor on a rainy night, she heard him say: "Seven Killers, you kill them."

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