Chapter 4

The bell sounded deep and heavy, and it echoed melodiously, not only echoing throughout Yao Mountain, but also spreading far and into the sky.

On the main peak, the head Wangyan, who was holding a crystal-glowing treasure bottle and stroking it happily and looking carefully, was almost scared to throw the treasure bottle when he heard the bell.

There is only one thing that can make such bells in the entire Yao Mountain.

At the mountain gate of the Fuchen Sect, Wanggui’s platform was on the antique spiritual bell that had been placed for thousands of years. The disciples called it to guard the mountain bell.

Legend has it that it is a magical artifact that Tian Qing, the founder of the Fuchen Sect, accidentally obtained. When Tian Qing Ascended, he left the divine bell in the sect as the spiritual bell of the sect. It is said that if the Fuchen Sect encounters a great disaster, the guarding mountain bell will show great power to protect the sect.

I don’t know whether the mountain guarding bell has divine power. The Fuchen Sect has been around for thousands of years and has not encountered any major disasters that cannot be overcome. The only disaster more than two thousand years ago was that the enemy was destroyed before it even reached the foot of the mountain.

Moreover, the mountain bell of the Fuchen Sect cannot be ringed, and can only ring by itself. For thousands of years, its only function is to inform everyone that the disciples who have not returned for a long time have returned.

The bell rang and the disciples returned. This is a saying that has been passed down by the Floating Dust Sect for thousands of years.

Of course, not every disciple will ring when he comes back to guard the mountain.

The personal news was that the disciples returned to the mountain three times, the masters of the leader, the elders, and the elders, and the elders, had nine times.

It is said that if the powerful monk returns ascends to the ground, it will be eighty-one sounds and ninety-nine returns to one.

However, all powerful monks have ascended to become immortals, and all immortals are in the upper realm, and there is no way to come down. Even if they are forced, they will be punished by the way of heaven. There are no immortals in the lower realm. For tens of thousands of years, the divine bell has never received eighty-one greetings.

No one knows how a bell determines the level of the disciple and how it records the time when the disciple leaves. Some people say that the god clock has a spirit, but no matter how it is knocked, there is no reaction at all.

At the foot of the mountain, Chengyu's face changed. As the eldest disciple of the main peak, he naturally knew the rules of keeping the mountain bell. The place where he stood was the only place to pass to enter the mountain, but no one passed by here just now, so how could the spirit bell ring?

Realizing that things were unusual, he quickly flew towards the mountain gate with his sword.

He walked too fast and did not pay attention. The bell rang when Liuli embarked on the road to asking for thought. He didn't notice that at the moment when the bell rang, Liuli suddenly looked up, her eyes full of surprise, surprise and nostalgia.

In the Fuchen Sect, the disciples who were practicing swords and refining their bodies immediately threw down their things, stepped on the flying sword and magic weapon and curiously came to the mountain gate to watch the fun: "Our antique mountain guarding bell has not been making any noise for many years, I don't know who is back."

The disciples began to recall which personal disciple left.

At this moment, the fourth sound of the mountain guard bell rang, and the disciples were stunned. All the peak lords and elders were on the mountain. Could it be that they still had elders left behind?

On the main peak, Wangyan had thought about the people who had been in the Fuchen Sect for a hundred years, but he never thought that anyone had been forgotten by him. After all, the world of cultivation is peaceful now, and the disciples rarely come out except for essential experience.

He began to recall more than a hundred years.

The bells sounded one after another, and when the seventh sound rang, "Ah!" All the disciples were shocked. Could it be that some ancestor was back? Some disciples began to fantasize that maybe the ancestor of Fuchen Sect went out to practice, finally survived many disasters, finally returned after the disaster, and brought back countless treasures.

The three peak masters appeared at the mountain gate, and their faces were rarely solemn.

When the tenth sounded, a clang came from the main peak, and the bottle in Wangyan's hand fell to the ground and broke.

Before he could feel distressed, he stood up and walked out, and in a blink of an eye he had appeared at the gate of the mountain.

Wang Yan walked to the other three peak masters with his hands in his arms: "What's going on?"

Qu Yun, the head of Jianfeng Peak, shook his head: "I have asked about each peak, but no disciples have returned to the mountain today."

Chengyu flew over and said, "Master, uncles, the disciples just happened to be at the mountain gate and did not see anyone."

Hearing this, the three peak masters turned their heads at the same time and looked at him inexplicably: At this time, I would never be going to see the scenery!

As soon as Cheng Yu said that he was exposed, he immediately tightened his face and stopped talking, pretending not to understand what the uncles meant.

Wang Yan coughed, glanced at him sideways, his face calmly: "It seems that today is the day for disciples to be selected."

Chengyu replied respectfully: "Yes, Master."

"Yeah." Wang Yan nodded deeply, looking like he didn't know anything, "But it started?"

The three peak masters looked at the master and apprentice with expressionless faces as they were more capable of pretending than the other.

Chengyu couldn't stand the contemptuous eyes of the three of them. Seeing that the master looked calm and calm, he felt that he had not been able to practice. He immediately replied calmly: "It has been nearly an hour since noon."

Wangyan looked down the mountain, and the scene on the road to ask for help clearly came into his eyes: "Can they come from below?"

Chengyu felt infinite admiration again, and his master was always able to skillfully divert others' attention.

The three peak masters always knew the scoundrel temperament of Master Wangyan and were too lazy to bother with them. At most, they would just send a disciple to take a look.

Xuan Ji, the master of Xundao Peak, handed a big roll of eyes to Wangyan. She gently brushed the water's sleeves, and the sleeves swung beautifully. "I have asked my disciples to use the Heart Test Stone to confirm. There are indeed ordinary people with no cultivation, and there is no sign of practicing."

Since it was the result of the heart test stone, it seemed that the people below could not be able to do so. The four of them couldn't figure it out for a moment, so they stood there and counted the bells.

Suddenly, an angry voice came from behind: "What's going on? Isn't this clock crazy? What's the call in broad daylight? Is it still possible for people to refine the alchemy well!"

Hearing the voice, the disciples consciously made a way out. A fat, middle-aged man came over, followed by a young disciple with an excited and curious face.

When the disciples of Wangyou Valley saw him, they naturally approached him.

Seeing the visitor, Liu Fenggu, the head of Zhuiyuan Peak, greeted him first. After all, the Fuchen Sect has four peaks and one valley, and Zhuiyuan Peak and Wangyou Valley are the closest.

"Don't worry, it's here."

Wuxu's face was very bad. Just now, he saw that his medicine was about to come out, but he was frightened by the sound of the bell and almost exploded the stove. He finally rescued him, but his elixir output was half reduced, which made him, a medicine fool who never left home, come out to see what was going on.

Wuxu looked at the antique clock that was shaking under the wind and was so happy that he was still very happy: "Who is back?"

Xuan Ji had never looked good about Fatty Wu. He walked away a little when he saw him and ignored his words. Wu Xu didn't look at her from beginning to end.

Qu Yun glanced at the two of them, his eyes moved slightly, and he didn't make a sound.

Wangyan was very happy to see him: "No one is back." Wuxu is the money tree of the Fuchen Sect.

Behind Wuxu, a lively and lively disciple swayed around and looked at the bottom curiously. It seemed that if the elders were not here, he might have rushed down directly.

Wangyan looked at Wuxu with a little sour eyes. He originally liked this disciple, but he was reluctant to enter his main peak. Three years of foundation building, what a good talent was buried in Wangyou Valley.

The disciple behind Wuxu finally couldn't help but be curious and asked, "Master, isn't it because the bell guarding the mountain for thousands of years, and finally can't stand the loneliness and want to attract our attention?" He said that he should often chat with it, or find a bell to accompany it?

Wuxu remakes his head: "What nonsense, shut up."

The disciples from other peaks looked at him with strange eyes. The people in Wangyou Valley were indeed heartless.

The reason was not found, and everyone was surrounded by the mountain gate, counting bells.

It stopped until the eighty-first sounded.

The disciples waited for a long time and made sure it stopped ringing. They scratched their heads and guessed that the Shoushan Bell might have woken up suddenly and was fucked.

Eighty-one sound is a great gift that can only be received by a powerful monk who ascended to the scene. It has been almost a thousand years since the ascending power of Liuli Sect. Now, the fastest ascending Elder Qu Yun has not yet expired.

Besides, even if there is a powerful ascension to come, shouldn’t it be a notice that everyone who joins in the fun will come and worship it? Can we still come quietly?

The disciples dispersed soon.

Wangyan and the other two looked at each other. Things were abnormal and they did not dare to be careless. No one spread his spiritual sense at the same time and carefully swept through every part of Yaoshan, including everyone on the way to ask their hearts. Naturally, they also saw Liuli, who was still standing at the foot of the mountain in a daze, but did not pay much attention. Instead, they were more concerned about the few seedlings who performed well.

After confirming that there was nothing abnormal, the few people breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps the Shen Zhong would be older and make mistakes in judgment? After watching for a while, the five people left.

At the foot of the mountain, Liuli felt several powerful spiritual senses sweeping across her body, smiled at the corner of her mouth, and began to climb the mountain.

The disciple who was guarding the foot of the mountain saw Liuli stopping on the first stairs for a long time and thought she couldn't even get through the first stairs, but suddenly saw her walking upwards without stopping or hesitation, as if she was really just climbing a mountain.

At the same time, there were other people at the foot of the mountain who came to participate in the selection. I couldn't help but guess in my heart, was it that the bell sounded differently just now, and the forbidden on the mountain road disappeared? Some people couldn't help but try it, but failed in the first step.

Everyone couldn't believe why the test on the road to heart was ineffective for that little girl?

So, not long after, the disciples sent by the peaks to "spy on the enemy's situation" saw this scene. On the mountain road, many strong young people walked forward with difficulty. Every time they walked to the first level, they felt even more embarrassed and tired as if they had experienced something terrible.

About a quarter of the mountain road, a little girl, who was only seven or eight years old, was sitting on the stairs, leisurely supporting her head, shook her feet, and looking at the direction of the sunset. Her big eyes were more dazzling than the stars in Yaoshan night.

Several disciples instantly forgot that they were "silently" sent by the peak master and got together on the clouds.

"How could there be a child on the road to asking for your heart?"

"Are you going to the wrong place?"

"You are so stupid! Can your child walk so high on the wrong floor? Didn't you see those adults so tired?"

"Is that she walked up by herself?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the little girl move as if he was answering his words.

Liuli had enough rest and continued to walk up. While calculating when he could reach the top of the mountain at this speed.

The person on Yuntou was uneasy: "Hey, why is she so relaxed?"

"I remember the ladder she passed just now was the mirror maze level. If she couldn't keep her mind at the moment of entering, she would need to walk inside for at least half an hour, and she seemed to have nothing to do!"

"She is about to reach the ghost gate. Children should be afraid of ghosts. It must be difficult for her... Ah, after passing?! Just passing it like this?!"

The disciples from several peaks sat on the clouds together, watching Liuli "climb the mountain", and were so surprised that they were numb.
Chapter completed!