However, Xuantian returned home to pack his luggage and was about to go up the mountain to become a disciple tomorrow. Thinking of Zhuo Yan's story about the strange people in the back mountain, he was very excited and thought that it would be better to climb the back mountain tomorrow.

The next day, Xuantian woke up at Yin hour, took all the silver left by his family and left home to Sanqing Mountain. But he didn't know that the two men who were taught by Zhuo Yan the day before yesterday had been quietly following him. Not long after he walked, he had already reached the foot of Sanqing Mountain, but Xuantian did not stop. He took another detour for half an hour and finally arrived at one of the nine peaks of Sanqing Mountain--below the Yun Peak in the back mountain.

Xuantian exhaled a breath of turbid air and sighed, "Sanqing Mountain is really vast. It takes so long to reach the back mountain. It's so exhausting." Xuantian looked at the Yun Peak and found that there were cliffs on all sides, with only one uneven side, so he chose to climb the peak from now on. This Yun Peak is the highest peak among the nine peaks, about 2,500 feet high. Xuantian thought that the place where this strange man lived would not be at the top of the peak, so he carefully observed the surrounding situation when climbing up. This peak was extremely steep, and Xuantian felt more and more struggling. He had just climbed five hundred feet and was already panting, as if exhausted.

Suddenly, his left hand failed to hold his body firmly and his body fell down rapidly. Fortunately, he climbed a protruding rock on the way to fall and survived. This fall was about dozens of feet away. If Xuantian had not had a very good foundation in light skills, he would have fallen to pieces. Xuantian has been careful since then and dared not make any mistakes.

I don't know how long I climbed, but suddenly I heard a whistling sound from the air, as if something had broken through the air. Before Xuantian could react, the "things" had arrived in front of him. It was exactly the same as the rock that Xuantian was about to climb up with his right hand, but it was a steel knife! Fortunately, Xuantian reacted very quickly and immediately climbed up another rock, otherwise he would have fallen! Xuantian secretly complained in his heart that something was wrong, and he knew that the two of them had come to him to take revenge the day before yesterday. He was doomed, so he speeded up and tried his best to climb up, hoping to find a place to live.

He could only hear the sound of breaking through the air. In a blink of an eye, six or seven steel knives flew into the air. Each of them saw where Xuan Tian wanted to climb. Xuan Tian had to keep changing his hands. He was exhausted after just a few times and could no longer move. But Xuan Tian did not give up and still did his last little effort to climb upwards, but God did not give up. He also heard the sharp sound of breaking through the air again behind him. The steel knives were about to poke him!

A small hole suddenly broke deep in the clouds, and a clear beam of light shot down from it, and the steel knife was in the middle. The steel knife was immediately shot down from the cliff, and a bunch of white silk fell from the gap between the clouds, stopping in front of Xuantian. Xuantian didn't think too much, and immediately held the white silk tightly with both hands. A strong pulling force spread from the air to the silk, and Xuantian's body was pulled into the clouds. The two people who were intending to murder Xuantian seemed to be unwilling to give up. Ten steel knives were thrown over at the same time, with a surging momentum and sharp technique, which was very different from before. Suddenly, the light in the clouds was bright, and several layers of clouds dispersed at the same time. Ten clear lights as the sunlight at noon made the vacuum shake with the waves tremble and approached the blade. The two forces collided, and the height was immediately distinguished. Ten steel knives rushed into powder after the light rushed!

Xuantian was shocked. Only then did Fang Xin Zhuo Yan say that the cultivation level of a strange man in the back mountain was very high. Xuantian thought, "Did all the previous generations in the Three Purple Sect have such cultivation?" At this time, he suddenly felt that his body was not pulled upward, but was taken to fly in the air. Xuantian said in his heart: This master must not want others to know his appearance, but he understood my intention, and should be taking me to the main hall.

Xuantian looked down from the sky and saw an endless sea of ​​clouds surrounding it. The clouds were like waves in this pure white sea, rolling around it, sometimes surging and sometimes falling, making people look like the tide in their hearts. With all their eyes, they could see the mountains below the sea of ​​clouds, towering straight into the sky, like majestic giants standing between the sky and the earth. The Sanqing Mountains are endless, and the lush green seems to be invisible. A sense of admiration arises in the mysterious sea of ​​heart.

After only about half a stick of incense, Xuantian was taken to a peak. The bunch of silk put down Xuantian and disappeared. Xuantian looked straight forward, but found a magnificent hall in front of him.

The main hall is built with wood and bricks. It has neither real gold and silver carving nor glazed jade embellishment, and it looks extremely simple and ordinary. However, this design returning to nature is in line with the purpose of Taoism, which inexplicably aroused a sense of awe in Xuantian's heart.

Although the hall itself is not amazing, the misty fairy aura around this space and the hovering above the hall, the several immortal cranes that reluctantly left put a mysterious veil on the hall.

This is on the top of Qingmiao Peak, the peak in the center of the Sanqing Nine Peaks.

Xuantian knew what this place was now, so he came to the gate of the hall, knelt down on his knees, and said loudly: "Disciple Xuantian Wang worshipped in the Sanqing Gate, and beg all the real people to take me to the door. If you receive grace, you will be grateful!" As soon as he finished speaking, the gate of the hall suddenly opened wide, and Zhuo Yan walked out of the inside with a smile on his face.

"If you are a gentleman, you will not break your promise, please!"

Zhuo Yan brought Xuantian into the hall, and saw eight sandalwood seats in the center of the hall. On them were eight old men with white hair and beards. Although the eight were old, they were all energetic and did not show any sign of aging. The Sanqing Sect now has four generations, from high to low, Xuan, Qing, Miao, and Zhi. The eight people sitting on the hall were eight real people of the Xuan generation. In the center, they were the current leader of the Sanqing Sect. Zhuo Yan took Xuantian to salute the eight real people and told the story of meeting Xuantian and the purpose of Xuantian coming here. During the conversation, Xuantian actually discovered that Zhuo Yan was a disciple of the Qing generation. At this time, Zhuo Yan wanted to personally accept Xuantian as his disciple, but was stopped by the head Xuan Chong Zhenren.

"Zhuo Yan, the rules of this sect cannot be confused. New disciples must take disciples of the Miao generation as their masters, so you can choose one of your disciples to accept him as their disciples."

Zhuo Yan did not dare to refute, so he had to obey, so he asked his eldest disciple Chen Xiu to take Xuantian as his disciple. Zhuo Yan personally took Xuantian to his residence. Xuantian couldn't help but ask questions on the way:

"The master is still young, why is he among the Qing generation?"

"My master likes me very much and breaks the rules of the sect to accept me as his disciple. Therefore, the leader was extremely angry and the master was punished to face the wall and think about it for a year."

Xuan Tian didn't ask any more questions, thinking that the head of the sect was too vicious and stick to the rules.

Zhuo Yan sent Xuantian to the place where the disciples of Qingmiaofeng stayed. The accommodation area alone was extremely magnificent, with more than 100 courtyards and more than 500 rooms in the wing room. Seeing Xuantian's face in surprise, Zhuo Yan smiled and said, "There are not the most rooms here, there are nearly a thousand rooms in Qionghua Peak."

Zhuo Yan brought Xuantian into a relatively spacious room and said, "This room will be your residence in the future. You should have a good rest today and come to the main hall to look for me at Mao day tomorrow. Don't call me Master again in the future, and call Brother Zhuo." After that, Zhuo Yan said goodbye to Xuantian and left. Xuantian felt overworked after Zhuo Yan left, so he lay on the collapse and fell asleep.

This sleep was not until late at night. Although it was already midnight, Xuantian was no longer sleepy and walked in the courtyard. The night sky was clear and the bright moon was hanging high. It was late autumn, and the cool breeze was whispering, and Xuantian couldn't help but shivered. At this moment, the everywhere was silent, and he thought that they were all asleep. Xuantian looked at the moon in a daze, accidentally remembering the white silk that saved his life. There seemed to be a warm current in his heart, and hesitated, and his body was not cold. Xuantian was puzzled why this feeling arose. He lowered his head and hesitated for a while before raising his head. This scared him. It turned out that his steps had not stopped when he was thinking, but he had identified the wrong direction. When he came to his senses, he had arrived at the back mountain!

A white shadow flashed into Xuantian's sight. Under the hazy moonlight, the white shadow danced with a sword, and his clothes flew. Every posture was as elegant as this, and every movement was hard to find flaws.

Who is that? Is it a fairy in the Moon Palace or a hermit? Even a man or a woman? Xuantian couldn't see clearly. He no longer cared about these trivial matters, but he just watched them foolishly and was unwilling to leave. An hour had passed without realizing it, and the dance had not stopped, but Xuantian felt tiredness coming and fell down and fell asleep in the same place.

When he woke up, he was already in the room. Xuantian just thought that he had a dream. At this time, the knock on the door came. Xuantian hurriedly went to open the door, but saw that the person standing outside the door was Zhuo Yan.

"Why are you still in the room? It's already time."

Xuantian realized that he had overslept, so he hurriedly changed into the Sanqing Bagua robe and followed Zhuo Yan to Hongdao Square in the center of Qingmiao Peak. Zhuo Yan said: "From today, you can practice the introductory martial arts of this sect. You have a wide range of knowledge and no one needs to explain the rules of this sect. You can read it yourself."

"Brother Xie Zhuo."

"No need to thank you. Chen Xiu, come and teach him his own mind."

After Zhuo Yan called Chen Xiu to teach Xuantian’s Heart Method, he went to the main hall to discuss matters.

Let’s talk about Xuantian’s practice of the Three Pure Mind Methods. When he realized that the key to the mind method was the word “quiet”, he eliminated the distracting thoughts in his heart, slowed down the rhythm of his breathing, and did not take any external changes to heart. Soon he reached the state of being undistracted and silent. Within seven days, Xuantian had practiced to the last two sentences of the sixteen mantras, "The mind is clear and free, and the meridians are open." Xuantian took a deep breath, and the true qi in his body was running for thirty-six weeks. A green light flashed above his head, and he had already practiced this mind method to a small success!

Chen Xiu was shocked and said, "Although these three pure mental methods are introductory mental methods, they are extremely difficult to learn. No matter how good the qualifications are, they will take one year to achieve success. But you only took only seven days!"

Xuan Tian smiled and said, "How can you achieve such a state of mind be there? You still need to practice it in time."

In just one month, Xuantian learned all the basic boxing, swordsmanship and light skills of the Sanqingmen. Zhuo Yan was very happy when he heard this and told the leader. Xuan Chong Zhenren was also surprised and said that he would observe carefully for a few days. If he was still so outstanding, he would directly belong to Zhuo Yan.

On this day, Zhuo Yan ordered Chen Xiu to pass on the first-class mental method of Xuantianyan. The Sanqingmen actually has eight branches, each occupying a peak, and practice different immortal martial arts. Qingmiao Peak is the master of the flame spell, Qionghua Peak is the master of sword control, Peak Xing Peak is the master of talisman art, Ningbi Peak is the master of cursive descending art, Guanhai Peak is the master of ice spell, Zhengqi Peak is the master of power training, Lingxiu Peak is the master of swordsmanship and attainment, Tianfeng is the master of qigong practice. Only when there is no branch on Yun Peak, where is it? Who is it? No one has ever mentioned it.

Xuantian practiced the "Gu Lie Volume" and felt that the mental methods written in the volume were very easy to understand. In just a moment, he recorded them all. When he started to follow the method of running qi in the upper volume, he found that the feeling was completely different from the one mentioned in the volume. There was no burning feeling in the whole body, and there was no fire ball in the dantian. He repeated the luck several times, but all of them failed.

Xuantian then told Zhuo Yan about this matter. Zhuo Yan did not look surprised, but instead brought Xuantian into the hall. Zhuo Yan took Xuantian to salute the head and said, "I want to use the head's Five Elements Treasure Mirror to distinguish the disciple's talent."

Zhenren Xuan Chong nodded slightly, took a five-colored glass mirror from his body, and handed it to Zhuo Yan. Zhuo Yan silently recited a spell, stretched his index finger and gently drew a circle on the treasure mirror. The treasure mirror suddenly shone brightly. Zhuo Yan asked Xuantian to attach his left hand to the treasure mirror to observe his reaction.

But for a long time, the red light dimmed. Zhuo Yan nodded and said, "It turns out that nature is not close to fire, and it lacks the talent of the flame." After a moment, the blue and blue lights also lost their color. Zhuo Yan frowned and said, "It seems that the ice and wind spells are not suitable for him." In the end, even the golden and brown lights were eclipsed. Zhuo Yan said, "How could this be so? Is there no natural talent at all?"

Xuantian wondered what happened, so he looked at Zhuo Yan. Zhuo Yan said to Xuan Chong Zhenren: "Please decide."

Zhenren Xuan Chong said seriously: "Let him try to Peak Star Peak."

Zhuo Yan nodded and said yes, and asked Xuantian to rest first.

Before leaving, Xuantian asked Zhuo Yan: "What is natural talent? What is it for?"

Zhuo Yan replied: "This is the key to measuring the affinity between the Qi and the Five Elements in the human body. Judging from the results just now, you are not suitable for practicing any Five Elements spells."
Chapter completed!