The bell of asking questions and swords, the bell of challenging Lishan. The last time this bell rang, it was Chi Xiu, a disciple of the Tianmo Sect, who came to Lishan to show off his power...
Fan Qiao frowned, just as he was about to go out, he went to check out the situation. Biyi Shuangcrow suddenly became energetic. Such an easy topic must be discussed in a big way.
The time for the crows to return to Su Jing's sect was second only to Liuliang and Heifengsha, much earlier than Fan Qiao. Fan Qiao was really embarrassed to restrain them all, so he bit the bullet and whined.
As I walked forward amidst the noise, I vaguely pondered the truth in my mind: Could it be that Master thought they were too noisy, so he sent me to take them out on errands?
Amid the commotion, Fan Qiao and Biyi Shuangya rushed to the door.
The disciple guarding the mountain gate is hesitant.
In the past, there would be inner disciples stationed at Lishan Mountain Gate on a rotating basis, and they could handle it calmly if there was any trouble. But now everyone's priority is healing, and those stationed at the mountain gate are usually ordinary outer disciples with a few registered disciples. Since we can
Being assigned to guard duty, it is natural that he was not seriously injured in the Gongshui Formation; the stronger the formation, the greater the pressure, and the greater the injury, the shallower the cultivation... There are only a few people guarding the mountain gate.
A young cultivator with little knowledge and skills.
Seeing Fan Qiao coming out of the mountain to respond, several Lishan disciples looked happy and hurriedly stepped forward to salute. Fan Qiao waved his hand to stop the juniors from saluting, and raised his eyes to scan the people who were asking for swordsmanship from Lishan: there were quite a few of them, more than a hundred.
Most of them seemed to be young people. The leader was a little older and looked to be in his thirties. His back was short and his skin was dark red and his face was rusty. He must have been in the sea all year round.
Seeing someone coming to Lishan, the rusty man said nothing, glanced at Fan Qiao, looked at the crow, then turned his eyes and looked deep into the mountain gate.
Come to Lishan to discuss Taoism and swordsmanship. Even if it is a challenge, you still have to hang up a sign of 'Sparring'. After all, we are not enemies. We all have to save some face. Ringing the bell, signing up, entering the mountain, and asking swordsmen, the rules have always been
In this way, it would be rude for the other party to wait for Lishanren to ask questions without speaking.
Guangmingding's true disciple's eyes were calm. He scanned all the people who came. He knew in his mind that they were all cultivators from the same sect. He said, "Lishan Guangmingding, Fan Qiao, a disciple of Su Jingmen, is polite. Which sect member can teach Lishan."
Guangmingding is broken. But the descendants of the Yanghuo lineage still call themselves disciples of Guangmingding.
The rusty man at the head still didn't speak. The young disciple behind him answered on his behalf: "I fished Ao Island in the West Sea. I was a prisoner of Dragon Pond and a member of the Longfa Sect. I occasionally practiced swords. I have long heard the name of the sword coming from Lishan. I have free time today. I climbed the mountain to ask for swords."
Where is Guangmingding, and what is Fan Qiao's identity? After following Su Jing, he and the leader and elders regarded him as brothers, and he was truly a superior person on the spiritual path. What's more, he also reported the name of Su Jing, but only
It's worth the opponent's head disciple's response. Fan Qiao may not care, but the Crow Guard is not that easy to deal with.
"Do you have time to spare?" Wu Shang chuckled.
"Mute?" Wu Xia looked at the rusty man and also smiled: "If you can't speak, you can always call out 'Aba Aba' to listen."
The Crow Guard said something bad, which immediately angered the disciples behind Master Shui Xiu, who shouted angrily: "Where did this arrogant monster come from..."
Just as he finished speaking, Fan Qiao's originally drooped eyelids suddenly lifted up and stared at the other person with lightning-like eyes.
The wind was bright and sunny in front of the mountain gate, but from the head of Shui Xiu down, more than a hundred descendants of the 'Prisoner Dragon Sword Sect' felt like blazing flames all around their body, and the bright light in front of their eyes was killing them! The magic weapon of the Xiu family has hidden secrets, and the master is panicking.
The treasures naturally jumped out of the guardian, and for a moment the bell rang and the magic weapon roared, and all kinds of treasures jumped out.
Everyone in the Prison Dragon Sect was using spells and techniques, but as soon as their minds connected with their treasures, they all screamed in unison - in theory, cultivating a family to control treasures is no different from ordinary people wielding swords, but
Ordinary people grasp with their hands, and build their homes with their minds.
A mortal's knife catches fire and turns into a red soldering iron, and screams when you grab it; the Xiu family's magical weapon is invaded by the blazing fire, and the thought immediately burns your heart and lungs, and you still scream miserably!
The next moment, the messy magic weapon fell, and more than a hundred Prisoner Dragon disciples covered their hearts and fell to the ground. The pain was excruciating, but they were not seriously injured. Finally, Lishan disciples were kind-hearted and just wanted to teach them a lesson.
Compared to Su Jing, Fan Qiao is nothing; but compared to this group of cultivators who are not in the mainstream but don't know the heights of the world, Fan Qiao is no different from the lofty immortal Buddha! His single thought is enough for these Dragon Prison disciples to practice for a lifetime!
The crows were in high spirits, some laughed and cursed, "Diaoao? Prisoner of a dragon? Oh my God, so grand." Others responded with a sullen face, "We are monsters from Guangmingding."
When these evil crows followed Su Jing, Diao'ao Island in the West Sea was still an uninhabited island inhabited by wild beasts!
Fan Qiao stopped, but there was no joy on his face. Instead, he sighed, turned around and said to the disciples stationed at the mountain gate: "Don't be hasty, their skills are far inferior to yours." After saying that, he waved to the crows and came out of the mountain.
Went on errands.
Seeing his strange expression, Wu Shang Shiba patted him on the shoulder: "They are just some insignificant little characters, just throw them away casually. Why is Brother Fan still frowning? It's like he just got beaten."
Fan Qiao shook his head: "Diaoao, Prisoner of the Dragon, a name I have never heard of, should be a new sect that rises in the tide... There will be more and more ignorant people. Don't be afraid of challenges, disturbances
Annoying."
When new powers are added and the old order is disrupted, today's guys' minor repairs, which are shallower than their cultivation, are nothing, but this is just the beginning.
In front of the mountain gate, within a moment, the huge pain in the rusty man's body disappeared. He stood up and his eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty. He still spoke hard in front of the younger generation and sneered at the Lishan disciple who was on duty at the mountain gate: "Sudden attack, evil sect, today I have learned a lesson."
Find the means to leave the mountain..."
Before he finished speaking, a few stars suddenly twinkled in the broad daylight sky. Immediately, a huge force sank down, surrounding the rusty man and hitting him hard again and again. Hitting the ground did not hurt anyone, but after the star power passed, he was on the three-foot radius of the ground.
, was hit and sunk seven feet. The force and depth were just right. It was just the height of the rusty man. Looking close to the ground, only a small bun of hair was left exposed, which was indescribably funny.
After the Star Sword passed by, Chimu shouted angrily: "Who asked Jian Lishan to disturb the tranquility of the Immortal family!"
Lei Dong then spoke: "It has just been ten years since Xuantian was destroyed during the Star-Tian Tribulation. Li Shan is still recuperating. Now is the time to discuss swords and Taoism. Fellow Taoist, have you lost your face?"
In two sentences, the three great masters all appeared together, picked up the flowers, put away their swords, and ran quickly to the pit, squatted down, and lowered their voices: "Fellow Taoist, let's go quickly. Guangmingding Su Jing is coming. He hasn't eaten carbon for a long time."
I’ve roasted human flesh, and my mouth has become tight lately.”
Jumping out of the pit, the rusty man dared to stay any longer. He turned around and said to the many disciples: "Let's go!" As he said that, he reached out to retrieve the fork magic weapon that he had dropped, but suddenly he felt a cold feeling in his heart.
, couldn't help but shiver, and then he and the magic weapon were cut off.
The rusty man was surprised and distressed. He looked up instinctively. Only then did he realize that an incomparably beautiful young man had appeared at the mountain gate. The beautiful man said coldly: "I don't understand swords and don't know how. But I came to leave the mountain."
Those who discuss swords and Tao, please keep the magical weapons."
As he spoke, he waved his sleeves and more than a hundred sword energy roared away. All the magic weapons scattered on the ground by the prisoner dragon disciples were smashed into pieces. The meaning is very clear: I don't want this kind of thing from the mountain, but you can't even think of taking it away again.
Chen Xiaosheng has always disliked the rule that 'anyone can come to Lishan to ring bells and discuss swords'. Today, he is in charge of the sect, and Lishan's rules about ringing bells and discussing swords have to be slightly modified.
There was no room for strong support or harsh words. The rusty man looked gloomy and hurried down the mountain with his disciples.
Nianhua came closer to his senior brother and said with a smile: "This is also in Lishan. If they were in Qifeng, how could they survive?"
Lei Dongtianzong touched his chin with his hand and curled his lips: "That's why no one dares to go to Qifeng Wenjian, so they all come to Lishan to ring the bell!"
Chen Xiaosheng smiled: "Yeah, I also think it's not good to be too kind." After saying that, he turned around and went back to the mountain.
When senior brother returned to the mountain, Su Jing came over. Chen Xiaosheng said with a smile: "Junior brother came late, we just sent him away, and Fan Qiao swept all over with his power."
Nian Hua came up with an idea: "It doesn't matter, if you have the intention, I will take you to chase them and beat them up again!"
Su Jingcai did not chase after him, but walked directly to the 'asking bell'. He cast a silent spell to encourage luck for a moment, then raised his hand to bless a seal spell in the bell. The dwarves looked at it curiously: "What spell?"
Su Jing was not in a hurry to answer, and urged the fire method to refine more than ten talismans, and handed them to the ordinary disciples stationed at the mountain gate: "Wear it when you are on duty. When you are on duty, remember to pass the talisman on."
After several disciples nodded and put the talismans away, Su Jing waved his hand and struck the bell. A high-pitched cry was added to the harsh sound of the bell, soaring into the sky!
The loud cry can only be heard within a radius of 300 feet. If it is 300 feet away, no sound can be heard.
This is a small 'drink stick' spell. If a person with shallow cultivation hears it, he will roll his eyes on the spot and fall asleep for three days and three nights. The meaning of this spell blessed by Su Jing is very clear: nothing else.
Everyone comes to ring the bell, but even the sound of the bell cannot be stopped. When you wake up, you should go home quickly!
After blessing Yu Zhong, Su Jing clapped his hands and asked his senior brother: "Would it seem stingy?"
Chen Xiaosheng, who had just smashed the little monk's magic weapon, responded: "It's not grand anyway. Later, remember to find a few flat stone slabs to place by the roadside. There are always people lying in a mess at the entrance of Lishan.
Not very presentable.”
Looking at each other and laughing, the brothers returned to their sect.
Another six months passed in a blink of an eye. Fan Qiao traveled around the world and found thirty-four children according to Wushuang City's apprenticeship standards. She asked the Crow Guard to take them to Wushuang City. Fan Qiao rushed back to Lishan to report to Su Jing.
, he was slightly surprised when he entered the mountain gate:
On the left side of the mountain gate, there is a stone pavement with dozens of people lying on it, sleeping...
In just half a year, this is already the fourth batch of cultivators who have gone to Mount Li to ring the bell. Without exception, they are all newly promoted casual cultivators and small sects who have benefited from the tide.
The tide is coming well, but the timing is not so good for these cultivators: Tianmen Sect, senior celebrities are all recovering from their injuries, does this give them a chance to stand out? Wrong, wrong, practice is not a martial arts test, no
In the ring, why bother to show off and compete for victory?!
The new cultivators only saw Lishan's great name and great glory, but they never saw the awe-inspiring power of the nameless cultivators forming formations that hit the sky during the catastrophe of the stars, which was even more dazzling and romantic!
The reclusiveness of the famous people in the East has had an impact on these rising stars: they have rarely opened up a lofty vision, and rarely have a true style. They cannot see the masters and learn the Dharma, and they have to step into spiritual practice as if they "achieved the Tao in one day"
Without the cultivation of mental state and introspection, some crazy thoughts will inevitably arise in the heart. With a sword flying, the rock will break apart, and he is complacent and just says, "It's nothing compared to Lishan."
Fan Qiao shook her head. Without saying anything, she went straight to see Su Jing.
Afterwards, Su Jing became even busier. Every six months, he would spend another two months alone, staying in the Wushuang City that was being built, and giving guidance to the first batch of Wushuang disciples who were reestablished after the destruction.
Fan Qiao had great respect for Qi Hongding, the Lord of Wushuang City, and put a lot of effort into selecting the dolls. To Su Jing's great surprise, among the thirty-four disciples, there really was a fairy seedling hidden, and it was a little girl.
Call me Sun Xijia. She is enviable for her excellent body and bones, and her spiritual wisdom in her heart. As soon as Su Jing talked about magic, she understood it, and she didn't realize that there was anything difficult about those meridians, Qi pulses, and acupuncture points. What's even more pleasing is that this
The child was born in a family of a wealthy horse dealer in the north. She has a cheerful nature. She never cares about the occasional stumbling blocks among classmates. A smile hangs on her little face all day long. If she is happy, she is happy.
But apart from the joy, something happened that made Su Jing really angry: a new cultivator came to Wushuang City to challenge him.
The only craftsmen in Wushuang City are the little ones. If Su Jing hadn't happened to be in the city, the Xiu family who came to challenge would have said, "I defeated Tianzong Wushuang City."
This is not Su Jing's unparalleled city, but the unparalleled city of Qi Hongding who was seriously injured and used a red dance to tell the world that "the world is beautiful, independent and unparalleled"!
Qi Hongding, who had guarded Mount Li, guarded his city, Sujing.
Li Shan was kind and Su Jing was kind, but the situation and the opponent had to be differentiated. In this fight, Su Jing was very ruthless, directly destroying the leader's cultivation, and the remaining ones destroyed the magic weapon and broke an arm.
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On the other side, Fan Qiao's errands are not finished. Every year when she goes out to find outstanding successors for Guangmingding, she will also add more energy and continue to select children suitable for Wushuang practice. Fan Qiao respects Qi Hongding in her heart and is meticulous when selecting disciples for Wushuang City.
, the babies who entered Wushuang City in batches all had good qualifications, but there were no fairy seedlings like Sun Xijia.
Time flies by, and the years are fleeting. More than seven years have passed by. It has been eighteen years since the leader Shenhe went into seclusion. Senior brother Lin Qingpan came out of seclusion.
In the next two years, three first-generation disciples took charge of Lishan together, but the burden on Su Jing's shoulders did not lighten half a bit. Senior Brother Lin was preparing to succeed Chen Xiaosheng. Regardless of Su Jing, looking at him with his hands in the air, Senior Brother Lin
He always laughs: "Are you busy? Go on, don't worry about me."
Fortunately, the unparalleled Sun Xijia made rapid progress. In less than eight years, he passed through Tongtian, broke through Ningqing, opened the Ashi point 371, and then crossed the realm of truth, entered Xiaozhen, and realized the only true self at the beginning. Fellow disciples made many small mistakes in their practice.
There is no need to bother Su Jing with questions at this time, Sun Xijia can answer them for her. The little girl is good at being a teacher, but there is one advantage. Unless she is 100% sure, she will never dare to answer randomly. If she is not sure, she will send a spiritual message to Lishan to ask Su Jing.
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The tide is coming, and the right and wrong on Dongtu's spiritual path are much more than before. Now that Su Jing is away, there will always be three corpses or the devil Qi Dong coming to take charge of Wushuang City. But it is worth mentioning that since the first time Su Jing
Jing dealt ruthless blows to those who challenged Wushuang, and no one dared to go to Wushuang to ask for swords. On the other hand, the bell at Lishan, if it didn't hurt or itch, would make him sleep for a few days at most. More and more people went to Lishan to ring the bell.
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The world is beautiful, with the creation of mountains and fields, and the prosperity of inheritance; the world is ugly, bullying the weak and fearing the hard will lead to fame and fortune, it just depends on how you look at it. Unfortunately, when the tide first comes, no matter how you look at it, this world has lost some of its beauty, and has two more arrogances...
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Not seen for two years.
Senior Brother Chen Xiaosheng is also missing.
The term of stationing in the sect has expired, and perhaps he was restless and afraid of being hurt when leaving, so the senior brother left a day early without saying goodbye to Su Jing and Lin Qingpan. He only left three big words on Jiulin Peak: I'm leaving!
The handwriting is full of dragons and phoenixes, and is indescribably enchanting.
Su Jing's mind was churning. He wondered if there would be another day to see each other again. When the deadline comes more than two hundred years later, will the senior brother return to Lishan to overcome the tribulation? Or maybe before the deadline, he will be able to realize freedom and break through the realm to become an immortal.
go?
We don't know, the only certainty is that he is leaving soon.
God doesn't care whether you let go or not, God will never keep those who should leave.
Xiaobu Ting is still in seclusion in the A Gu Palace. He has practiced some magic and wonderful skills, but he still can't bear to come out. The beans in the glass vase jingle, and Su Jing makes a happy sound every time he shakes it, as if the beans are very happy.