Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed

Meng Xueli had not yet reached the square in front of the main hall, and heard the loud voice first.

A behemoth is in sight, a three-story, seven-foot gray-blue cloud boat with a sword pattern painted on its hull. More than a thousand people gathered around the cloud boat, Meng Xueli looked from a distance on the mountain road, and saw the crowd, like countless ants, spinning around a huge pancake.

The rising sun didn't rise, the cold wind blew, but the disciples who were about to board the ship were energetic and unaware of the cold. Their fellow students or friends came to say goodbye, and gathered beside those disciples with a look of envy and regret, envying others for the opportunity to go, they could not go.

"Brother, you must be in the top 30 this time."

"The first thirty? I went to the first twenty, waiting to hear my good news."

"If you meet the people of Mingyue Lake, remember to teach them for me."

"No problem! I also heard that there are rare spirits everywhere in the secret realm. When I pick them up, we will make grasshoppers for you."

Everyone laughed loudly, and there was no sad atmosphere in the square.

Ziyanfeng was standing on the bow of the ship, and the purple skirt fluttered in the wind, softly laughing: "The time is up, we should start."

The proselytized disciple behind her shouted loudly: "Get on board--"

Coincidentally, Meng Xueli walked to the side of the boat with his hand in his arms, and everyone gave way to salute him. In just a few days, the news that he broke through the concentration has spread in Hanshan. It's just that people look at him with complicated eyes and always suspect that he is taking any medicine.

"Elder Meng is good." "Elder Meng is early."

Meng Xueli is now in the early stage of Ningshen Realm. The 150 disciples who traveled this time are mainly in the later stage of Ningshen Realm and the early stage of breaking the obstacles.

Only a large sect like Hanshan Jianpai can send such a large number of young geniuses.

Ordinary monks often reach the threshold of breaking barriers until they are sixty or seventy years old. After barely breaking through, they can no longer be promoted.

Meng Xueli stepped on the stairs to board the cloud boat. Zi Yanfeng greeted him towards the top of the building: "Sit down and have something to eat, and it will arrive soon."

Meng Xueli nodded his thanks and sat on the soft chair by the railing, looking down. The disciples jumped up, easily jumped onto the deck, and waved their swords to the brothers and brothers who said goodbye to them. They could hear the shouts on and off the boat.

A group of deacons began to disperse the crowd in the square. When the huge cloud boat started, the airflow was violent, and it was necessary to open the field.

Suddenly heard the Master Zi Yanfeng asked: "Are you playing cards? It's boring on the road."

"Ah?" Meng Xueli froze, "I won't ..." No card.

During the speech, a violent bump came, and he subconsciously grasped the railing next to him.

Master Zi Yanfeng smiled and said: "Also, the first time you take a boat, you must feel fresh, just look at the flowing clouds."

He said that the three female disciples who had been passed on were called, and four of them walked towards the cabin: "I will not spend money today, I will spend two laps with Master."

For the first time, Meng Xueli questioned her tender and loving image.

After the bumps were over, the cloud boat went up and the square and the golden roof of the main hall shrank rapidly. The snow-covered rolling mountain range was covered with light golden light on one side by the rising sun, and the other half was still sleeping in darkness.

Meng Xueli saw a bit of verdant green in black and white, and it was his Changchun Peak.

Later, everything was covered by the clouds. The cloud boat has the support of the formation method, as if it is a world of its own, it has nothing to do with the cold wind around it.

Meng Xueli sighed in his heart, this is at least much more stable than the peacock. When Peacock carried him back, he always loved to show off his skills. His wings spread six feet long. He flew up and down suddenly.

The wisdom of creation of human monks. He thought, thinking about the seeds.

...

After Meng Xueli left, the head called for two disciples of Changchun Feng.

"What are your arrangements for spiritual practice in the next three months? Have you been confused about practicing sword recently?"

He mainly asked Xiao Shiyun, Yu Qi was counted as incidental.

Under normal circumstances, unless they are elders of the same clan, they will not arbitrarily teach others in front of others. If he cared too much about the progress of Xiao Shiyun's practice, it was like accusing Meng Xueli of teaching Fangfang.

But now Meng Xueli travels far away, Master is away, as the head, it is understandable to guide the talented younger generation.

Yu Qishu looked at the master.

Ji Xiaodao said: "There is no confusion, I will wait to return to the peak and retreat for three months, to explore the threshold of condensing the spirit."

The head was amazed: "Can't be in a hurry, you can't make it fast.

Yu Qishu is actually more shocked. When will I have to explore the threshold of condensing God?

Ji Xiao calmly said: "Not in a hurry."

The head hesitated and said: "Have you ever been to Jianjianping? Your brothers often have a discussion there. It's better to wait for you to perform Jianping than ten games before you start to retreat." Such requests are not excessive. Among the new generation of disciples, the most outstanding have now gone to the Hanhai secret realm. Most of the rest is the gas-refining period, or the condensed realm of self-confidence.

Ji Xiao said, "Easy."

In Yu Qishu's mind, Meng Xueli and Xiao Shiyun are monsters, unfathomable, and immediately echoed: "Easy and easy."

Ji Xiao: "Brother Shi will go for me. He plays twenty games."

Yu Qishu stiffened.

Ji Xiao Chuanyin said to him: "Help you build self-confidence." He always played against himself and was beaten unilaterally. After a long time, he was inevitably depressed.

Yu Qishu stubbornly said: "Yes, I was taught by the master, he is much better than me. If I can win, he must be no problem."

The question is, can I?

The two retired after giving their salutes, and the head of the sigh slightly, and Lord Bi Bifeng persuaded him: "You should relax your mind. At that time, the main hall accepted the disciples and asked everyone to talk about the confusion. Only he said that he did not encounter the confusion." In my opinion, This kind of genius has to rely on self-study. It does n’t matter what the master teaches, whether it will be taught or not. "Just like Ji Xiao and Hu Chao in those years.

The head thought for a while: "reasonable." If you let yourself teach Ji Xiao to practice sword, even if you are the first to enter the Dao, then dare not teach.

...

The giant ship sailed in the clouds.

Although Meng Xueli couldn't play cards, there were three disciples sitting around, forming a table of four.

It was Zhang Zuoyuan, Li Wei, and He Ming who arranged the team with him, and he was Bi Bifeng. Coincidentally, Meng Xueli only knew a few days ago that it was also these three men who led their apprentices into Hanshan from the deserted mountain village.

The head of the firm is firm and believes that the secret realm is not one-on-one than Yan Jianping. The environment is complex and the team is safer.

In fact, Meng Xueli likes to fight alone, there is no companion to rely on, but the fight is more courageous. What's more, in the wild natural environment, it is complicated and dangerous to others, but it is like a fish for him.

The secret team has a long history. Not only does it form teams with the door clubs, but also between closely related martial arts, such as Mingyue Lake and Wuyin Guan, it also occasionally forms several teams of sword repair battles and fuxiu formations. Generally no more than six people.

This number is not a certain rule, but the experience of blood and tears found by previous people.

Once the team size is expanded, disputes will inevitably increase. Because the secret ratio is a point system, the personal rankings are ranked by score. How to distribute the loot in the secret? How is everyone's contribution to the team measured? Do not suffer from widows, suffer from unevenness. They are all young men with strong flesh and blood, and no one will obey anyone.

The prestige of the captain is not enough, and the team members must be familiar with each other and trust each other.

No one knows what will happen between people under the test of extreme conditions.

In the past, there were relatives and friends from the same door. After the secret realm ended, they turned into enmity. There were also rivals who looked at each other disappointedly. The so-called "big trouble comes as a good friend, and you become a good partner before death", nothing is impossible.

Zhang Suoyuan asked, "Elder Meng, have you seen the topographic map?" The mystery is huge. The topographic map was drawn by senior monks, who put together a piece of memory.

Meng Xueli nodded.

Li Wei said: "That line, we will go with Elder Meng. We will go where you say you go."

"Elder Meng, don't be afraid, we ..." He Ming didn't finish, and was jealously stared by the two companions, knowing that he was speechless and bowing his head in annoyance. After all, it is the juniors, and the elders' face must be cared for.

Meng Xueli: "I'm not afraid." When Meng brother got off the boat, he would show you two hands.

I don't know when, the surrounding light gradually dimmed, and the white clouds disappeared. Outside the cloud boat, there was yellow and turbid dust.

Lord Ziyanfeng had just touched a good card and had to let go, with three proselytized disciples coming out: "We are almost here."

Yun Chuan hovered between the yellow dust, and the disciples on the deck chatted quietly, looking around curiously.

Among the three realms, airspace is not absolutely safe.

Some airspaces are covered with thunderstorms, such as the sky above the sword mound. Some airspaces are dust storms, such as the sky over the sea.

Hanhai is not a sea, but a vast desert.

As the saying goes, "There is no great heroic courage, and you can't go to the Hanhai Gobi Desert." There are very few mortals and low-level monks who dare to dabble in this desert.

The hinterland of the vast sea hides the entrance of the secret realm.

Meng Xueli asked, "Don't we land?"

Zi Yanfeng explained: "Wait, according to the rules, everyone will be here, and the jade symbol will be clicked before landing. It won't take long for everyone to worry about it."

The practitioner's eyes were far away. Meng Xueli passed through the yellow sand and saw about twenty feet away in front of him, a light blue cloud boat was parked, and the pine sails were hanging high.

Lord Ziyanfeng looked down at him: "That's Songfeng Valley. After our ship, Nanling Temple and Beiming Mountain have also arrived."

If you look down from a higher sky, countless various flying crafts gather from different directions and hover over the vast expanse of the vast desert.

The six gates were sent by giant cloud ships, the medium-sized families were taken by car, and occasionally several single-person flying boats were rowed over. It was an unknown little door.

Someone can always see all this, once standing in the clouds overlooking the sky.

The disciples of Hanshan gathered on the deck of the ship, and suddenly the light above them dimmed. Everyone looked up and saw a red shadow flying quickly, like a red cloud.

The huge cloud boat of Hanshan was completely shrouded in this deep red shadow that blocked the sky.

The main face of Ziyan Peak showed a dignified color and walked to the bow of the ship, looking at the red cloud and said: "The Lord of the Realm is here, it's rude."

The comer is actually the master of Tianhu Great Realm.

Everyone was surprised and got up to salute. Hanshan Jianxiu is proud, and only half-spirited to the strong factions, even saints.

Hu Ran ignored it, and he remained the same after he became holy.

The master of the Tianhu Great Realm stood up, put on a robe under the service of two Ji concubines, pushed open the window door, glanced at the dense aircraft in the air area below, and asked casually:

"Is my younger sister there?"

The sage inquired and fell from the sky. Such as the thunder, rolling for a long time.

So in the entire airspace, in the silence of various schools, only he heard his sentence:

"I--brother--sister--is--is--"

"Are you--"

Meng Xueli was shocked and speechless.

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