There are tens of millions of Dharma bodies, and you call this entry-level?

There were no more surprises along the way.

In the first few days, I was traveling alone. All I could see were monsters and birds, not a single person.

In the next few days, I would meet some swordsmen from time to time.

These swordsmen were dressed the same as Xin Nancheng, all in white Taoist robes embroidered with green lotuses.

The swordsmen of Tianxing Sword Sect only stayed in the stone house to practice hard. When they achieved something, they went to the Endless Void to practice Gang. After achieving Tian Gang, they returned to Stone Mountain. If they could not become a Dharma image and were not summoned to Liangjie Mountain, they would be trapped in Stone Mountain.

It was like being in prison.

Nie Wushuang originally thought that all the sword gates were like this. Later, he learned from Ye Canglan that among the nine sword gates in Tiandu Mountain, only Tianxing Sword Gate was like this. It was a complete outlier.

The reason was very simple.

Mu Tianxing, the Tianxing Sword Saint, relied on hard practice to advance rapidly and became the youngest sword saint in the entire Sword Pavilion since records began.

The swordsmen of his school are proud of their hard work.

There is even a bad rule that genius disciples who are led into the school from outside the mountain can only bring one Taoist partner with them.

The reason is very simple.

Mu Tianxing's talent for sword training was not high in the early stage. At the beginning, the reason why he was able to enter Tiandu Mountain to practice was because of his fiancée.

His fiancée is a rare natural swordsman, just like Su Yujin.

The two are senior brothers and sisters. Mu Tianxing's father is both the head of the sword school and their master. When his fiancée was able to practice in the mountain, she brought him with her, and never left him during the practice, just like the black and white sword couple.

Unfortunately, his fiancée failed to achieve the great way and collapsed in the middle of the road.

Mu Tianxing had another opportunity. The later he was, the faster he practiced. In the end, he even became the youngest sword saint in history.

In order to commemorate that person, this rule was just made.

The other sword schools are different. There is no such thing as hard work. The rules are actually similar to those of the sword schools outside the mountain.

Among them, the Lotus Sword Sect is slightly different.

The Lotus Sword Sect is more like the aristocratic martial arts sects in the north, with aristocratic families as the main force. Although talent and physique are important, family background and status are more important.

They firmly believe in the theory of bloodline.

That is, if the father is a hero, the son will be a hero, and the offspring of mice will dig holes.

Xin Nancheng was born in a humble family. Although his talent and physique are good, he was able to come to the Lotus Sword Sect not because of his talent and physique. After all, his talent and physique can only be said to be good, not to mention one in a million.

He was able to come to the Lotus Sword Sect because of the gift of the master family.

If the master family's surname was not Shui, and the Lotus Sword Saint Shui Lianhua's Shui, with his family background, he would not be qualified to enter the mountain.

Although he was wearing the standard Taoist robe of the Lotus Sword Sect, there were only eight green lotuses on his clothes, not the nine of the formal disciples.

People outside may not be able to tell clearly, but the insiders can tell clearly at a glance.

Nie Wushuang entered the area of ​​Lotus Sword Sect and met many disciples of Lotus Sword Sect. Most of them were at the level of Earthly Demon Immortals. It was rare for Heavenly Gang Immortals to appear. Even if there were, they did not occupy a dominant position.

Few were single like Xin Nancheng. Most of them were in groups.

A group of people were centered around one person, and others surrounded him. Even Heavenly Gang Immortals who were stronger than him consciously put themselves in a lower position. This scene made Nie Wushuang a little dazed.

It was as if he had returned to the north.

When the two sides saw each other from a distance, someone would come over with a sword and wave the sword to signal Nie Wushuang to leave and not to approach.

Everyone he met along the way was like this.

What is this?

Disdain his status as a servant disciple?

Afraid that if he approached, his breath would pollute their noble sons of aristocratic families?

Nie Wushuang could not find any other answer. In his opinion, this should be the reason why those people did not allow him to approach.

Fellow disciples?

Even if they were fellow disciples, they were divided by blood and family background.

Nie Wushuang did not know what Xin Nancheng would think.

In his opinion, Xin Nancheng would be angry because of this.

The fire of injustice in his heart inspired him to practice hard like the sword madman of Tianxing Sword Gate, and to go through life and death for the master he served for a little practice resource.

Some time ago, the reason why he went deep into the junction of Lianhua Sword Gate and Tianxing Sword Gate was to find a kind of sword heart grass that only grows in Tianxing Sword Gate for his young master, who needed that thing to cleanse the sword heart.

Only when the sword heart is clear and transparent enough can he enter the endless void to practice.

After all, the talent and bones of the young master he served can only be said to be good, even worse than him.

Unexpectedly, he got the so-called opportunity.

However, this opportunity had two hearts, and fell into the arms of a new love, sending him to the nine netherworlds.

Who would those guys be?

Because there was no memory of that period, Nie Wushuang did not know the identity of those people.

However, for him, this was not a problem. As long as someone did something against Xin Nancheng, it must be related to those people.

Besides, other people can't sense the breath of the evil god.

For him, this is not a problem.

After all, in his shadow space, there is a separate place to seal the body of the evil god. No matter how ever-changing the breath of this thing is, it can't hide from his causal perception.

Crossing the mountains, Nie Wushuang stood on the peak.

In the distance, Lotus Mountain bloomed like a holy lotus.

Below, there is a city, which may not be as big as the county city, but it is much more prosperous than places like Wei County.

Below is the periphery of the Lotus Sword Gate.

Xin Nancheng lives in this city, at No. 28, Dingzi, Anlefang, southwest of the city.

When he gets up early in the morning, he must enter Lotus Mountain and come to the side of his master. At night, he must go down the mountain in disgrace and return to the place he rents in the market.

Menial disciples are not qualified to spend the night in Lotus Mountain.

It is like this every day, there is no such thing as a holiday.

There are a total of 28 menial disciples, all like Xin Nancheng.

Of course, if you receive a task from the master to go out, you don’t have to do this, but there is still a time limit.

Even if you complete the task, if you don’t come back within the specified time, you will be punished.

What if you fail to complete the task?

If you do it too many times, the master will be annoyed.

The master will withdraw his protection from you, so that you will never enter Lotus Mountain again, and you will not be qualified to follow the master into the Listening Sword Hall to learn swordsmanship from the master.

It is equivalent to being expelled from the master.

Xin Nancheng has memories of the experiences and fates of those people, and now, this memory has also fallen on Nie Wushuang.

Time?

Sword Heart Grass?

There are a lot of Sword Heart Grass in the strange space of the withered and flourishing tree, but how much time did that person give him?

Nie Wushuang is not sure about this.

Will the deadline have expired?

In Xin Nancheng's memory, the person he served had a bit of a strange temper. Sometimes he was very nice to people, but sometimes he was very mean.

He was like a psychopath.

Nie Wushuang shook his head.

Never mind, let's wait and see!