The mountains are foggy and there is drizzle in the middle of the night.

A scholar walked out of the mountain road. He came not far from the gate of Bashan Jianchang Mountain and sat down under a tree.

The raindrops are fine and the wind is very cool.

However, even though the scholar walked a lot, the wind and rain still could not get close to him.

The stone under the tree was originally covered with moss, and the leaves fell, which were extremely wet. However, when he sat down, the leaves turned into powder, and the moss on the stone quickly faded away, and the water vapor dissipated out with these fragments.

The ground under him became extremely clean, and even the ground under the stone was pressed by invisible force. It was obviously mud, but it looked like a piece of bluestone.

...

Shortly after the scholar arrived, strange black bamboos continued to grow between the mountain roads to the north.

A thin man wearing a black robe with an extremely pale face and without any anger walked over barefoot, like a wild ghost who had been wandering in the mountains for many years.

He sat down on a tree stump casually, and then the black bamboos continued to grow around him and grew into black bamboos.

...

Then another palace beauty appeared in a beautiful umbrella.

Several servants quickly set up a camp in a forest.

The beautiful man in the palace dress simply drew several lines out of thin air, and several gullies appeared on the ground in the forest.

The ant insects dared not enter, and the rain lines falling from the sky gathered strangely towards the several gullies.

The rain line curves strangely in the air, forming a crystal water curtain.

.....

A swordsman wearing a bronze robe arrived.

He squinted his eyes and endured the rain, and stood motionless in the road, as if it had turned into a copper pillar.

His sword was held in his hand, and even his posture of holding the sword was not changed.

...

Before dawn, more people came.

These late-arriving people are not young practitioners who come to become disciples of Bashan Sword Field, but are rare masters in the world.

Some are people on the sword weapon list, which were famous all over the world many years ago, while others are not at all famous, but they may be hidden powerhouses who are stronger than some on the sword weapon list.

Many of them are not Qin people.

Before dawn, the strong men who arrived outside the gate of Bashan Sword Field even surpassed the Jinghu Sword Club.

The vast majority of them naturally didn't want to see what kind of apprentices Gu Liren accepted, they just wanted to see if what Yu Zuochi said was true.

They wanted to see, even if it was strong, how strong Gu Liren's sword was?

...

Before dawn, some rooms in Bashan Sword Field had lights on, some people were sleeping all night, some people were sleeping very hard, and snoring sounds sounded in the room.

The old man with silver hair and beards before came to Yu Zuochi's house again. He seemed to have not slept all night and looked a little haggard.

Yu Zuochi looked tired, his tiredness came from not having enough sleep.

"It's not our business now, there are too many people coming."

The old man looked at Yu Zuochi and said, "You said you should give Gu Liren enough rest so that I won't go to him. But now it's almost time. Several generals outside have sent people to urge them to end the matter soon. Otherwise, their army would have to march and deploy defense again. You should also understand how much manpower and material resources would be consumed by the labor force."

Yu Zuochi washed his face with a basin of clean water, and he smiled awkwardly.

Of course he understood this principle, but he said it was today, usually opening the mountain gate to accept disciples or even publishing the news, the sun rose at least until it was close to noon.

Where did the East just urge me to urge me?

There is still one or two hours left.

He wiped his face and was hesitating whether to call Gu Liren.

However, at this moment, his entanglement disappeared.

Because someone woke up.

Someone is awake.

His spirit should be extremely perfect.

At this moment, the leaves in the entire Bashan moved.

Just like someone took a deep breath, stretched his waist, and rolled all the fresh air flowing towards his place.

The crystal dewdrops on the tips of the leaves were all pulled into crystal sword shapes and fell towards that place.

It was like Wan Jian was worshiping the man.

The entire Bashan Sword Field woke up.

No one thinks Gu Liren is deliberately or exaggerated.

Because this breath is empty and natural, the most important thing is its strength, no one else can do it.

"A sect that is too loose can only be as strong as possible and destruction as it is, depending on luck. Sects that are too ambitious are often ruined by their ambitions and are sad for three generations."

Gu Liren left the building and arrived in front of Yu Zuochi and the old man. He clicked the rising sun and said, "I think a sect must have spirit. For practitioners in the sect, this spirit is like this sun. No matter whether this sect is powerful or weak, it is always there. It is shining, warm, and honors people."

Yu Zuochi is solemn.

Until this moment, he realized that although his junior brother was easy-going and casual, he was casual when he was excited, he had an attitude.

He usually doesn't say this attitude so seriously, but based on the different opinions of many people in the sect, he might have smelled some unhappy breath, so he said it.

Everyone can have their own attitude.

Moreover, there were no rules at the beginning, only habits. People in the Bashan Sword Field were used to deciding who would obey who would follow his attitude through fair duels, or not object, or express their own attitude.

At this time, no one in the Bashan Sword Field felt that he could surpass Gu Liren.

So no one said anything.

It's too early.

The old man came to urge Yu Zuochi before, just worried that Gu Liren would not come out to solve the problem, or that Gu Liren was too lazy to care about these chores.

Now that Gu Liren has come out, everyone feels it’s still early.

Most young talents in the town have not even started washing up, have not had breakfast, and of course it is still early.

But Gu Liren already felt that it was just right.

He walked straight out of the gate of Bashan Sword Field.

As he moved, some people in Bashan Sword Field became nervous.

Just like Gu Liren expressed his views for the first time, many people in Bashan Sword Field felt that they did not understand Gu Liren.

Even Yu Zuochi didn't know what Gu Liren was going to do, and he had to come here so many distances, but even the young talent who had lost the qualification to be selected was explained.

No one guessed it right.

Many people almost fell to the ground and fell into the puddle of water that had accumulated last night.

Gu Liren was standing on the first step outside the gate of Bashan Jianchang. He put his hands on his hips, like an aunt selling garlic in the vegetable market. Facing the direction of the town, he shouted at the top of his throat: "I am Gu Liren, I have already taken over my disciples, sorry."

His voice was not loud, but it was very far away.

Even some real aunts in the town who were killing fish and washing vegetables heard it clearly.

"Who is Gu Liren?"

An aunt took out a green onion from the basin in front of her and asked the people next to her in confusion, "Which green onion is he?"

No one answered her.

No one around her knew either.

But they were all suddenly startled.

Because the quiet town suddenly burst out countless airflows.

Just as countless monsters suddenly emerged from the hole, accompanied by countless sounds of breaking through the air and countless waves of air, a famous practitioner penetrated the morning light, brought out afterimages in the mist of the morning, and shot towards the gate of the Bashan Sword Field.

"Uncle Gu..."

Lin Zhuijiu in the forest was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

He was stunned for a moment and said speechlessly, "Where is such a thing?"

Yan Xinlan and Ye Xinhe were stunned for a longer time than him, and when his voice sounded, they did not come back to their senses.

"Why?"

"What's the meaning?"

"It's already closed, who is it?"
Chapter completed!