There are many mountains that are rarely visited. The mountains and ridges are stretched out for millions of miles, with dense forests and extremely lush and rarely visited. There are various rare beasts and birds, nine-tailed foxes, cocks-collar snakes, migrant dragons, white tigers, golden peacocks, etc. These spirit beasts have certain spiritual intelligence and can practice independently. If a mortal enters this mountain forest, it is like a sheep entering the mouth of a tiger and becoming the food of these monsters.

People don’t know that there are several peaks in the depths of this mountain forest. Looking up from the foot of the mountain, the peaks are towering into the clouds, and they don’t know what the clouds look like. Just looking at the section below the clouds gives people a feeling of rising up the mountain, not to mention that there are no cliffs and no steps. To climb up is tantamount to seeking death. I’m afraid that even those herbalists who make a living by collecting herbs and have rich experience will not dare to climb among such flaunt cliffs.

Who would have thought that there were a group of monks living on these peaks. They could fly with swords, just like the legendary Shushan Sword Immortal. These monks had their own caves on these peaks. Looking down from the cave, there was a vast sea of ​​clouds.

In the early morning, the sun climbed into the sky as soon as possible, shining red in the entire sea of ​​clouds. From a distance, it seemed like the sea of ​​fire was constantly rolling. When Han Qing first saw this kind of awakening, he was also attracted by this beautiful scene. He climbed up every day at dawn and watched this magical scene lasted for more than a month.

On this day, it is the ten-year apprenticeship meeting. The geniuses searched by the sects from all over the world will worship their masters on this day. As for who they can worship, it depends on their fate. If a lucky disciple draws a good lottery, he will directly join the leader, become the leader's disciple, and become the next generation of leaders.

Han Qing was originally a child from a farmer in the mountain village, and was valued by the monks passing by. He heard that the immortal master wanted to take his child into the sect to cultivate immortality. After he had achieved success in his cultivation, he could become an immortal. This farmer was so happy that he couldn't stop talking about it. Although he was reluctant to leave, he still entrusted the child to the immortal master. After all, the child's future is the most important thing.

Han Qing and other children took out a green jade slip from a magical furnace. He held the jade slip in his little hand, and was both curious and nervous. The magical green jade was simplified into a ball of light, wrapping Han Qing's thin body and flying into the air.

Looking at the clouds that were constantly changing under his feet, he was a little scared, but when he thought of his parents' words before leaving, he mustered up the courage to resist crying. Soon, the blue light ball brought Han Qing to a mountain, and a gorgeous palace was built on it. Because he was young, he had not yet known the words on the palace plaque. At this time, he didn't know how lucky he was, so he drew the lottery and luckily became the head disciple.

The blue light ball dragged Han Qing's body slowly landed on the hall in the palace. An old man with kind eyebrows sat in the middle of the hall. The six monks were separated on both sides, including men and women. These people also looked at Han Qing with curious eyes, wanting to see what special things about this lucky guy.

Han Qing's eyes were filled with horror. This was the first time he was stared at by so many people. He sat on the ground with his legs weak and could not stand up.

"Don't be afraid. Since you have the fate to join me, then you will be my seventh disciple. These are your senior brothers and sisters." The old man in the middle rubbed his beard and looked at Han Qing with a smile, as if he was very satisfied with the seven disciple.

Han Qing didn't understand why. At this time, the young monk on the old man's left hand shouted: "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you kowtow and become a disciple?"

Han Qing was originally a child, but when he was scared by this man, he was extremely scared. Fortunately, the young man on the old man’s right smiled at him, not knowing what magic he used to calm his heart down and no longer felt nervous and afraid. Han Qing also remembered that his parents had said to him that he had become a disciple, and immediately knelt down obediently. Others kowtowed three times when he became a disciple. Han Qing thought that the more the better, so he kept kowtowed until he was nine heads. Han Qing found that he seemed to have been pulled by someone and could not kowtow his head any longer.

"Nine are enough, come here and let the teacher see how qualified you are?" The old man in the middle raised his hand casually, and Han Qing's body quickly floated up and flew to the old man. The old man caressed Han Qing's head lovingly, and said while touching his mouth: "The heaven is full, the ground is round, the eyebrows are handsome, and the bones are beautiful. It is indeed a piece of good material and jade, a good material for cultivating immortals. Hey, there is a murderous aura in your eyebrows. It is released in the Tiansha. It seems that you are the most suitable for resting and killing. You should learn the basic skills from your second senior brother. After the Valley God, you must have done twice the result with half the effort when practicing with the evil aura contained in your eyebrows."

In this way, Han Qing became the leader's disciple and followed the second senior brother to rest the basic skills every day. However, the second senior brother was extremely cold to him. In addition to teaching him some basic skills, he ignored him. Even if he had doubts about the skills, he could not get the answer from the second senior brother, so that his cultivation was slow and gradually ignored. Even the other peaks who entered the school with him at the same time exceeded him, as the leader's disciple.

Everyone has self-esteem. Seeing that he is surpassed by others, the thirteen-year-old Han Qing always sits alone on the edge of a cliff and feels depressed.

"What's wrong with Junior Brother Seven? You don't look very happy. Could anyone bully you? Which guy who is not good at playing tricks on us dares to bully our disciples. If you don't want to live, please let your senior brother teach him a lesson." A voice suddenly came from behind. Han Qing looked back and turned out to be the senior brother.

"Han Qing greets the eldest brother." Han Qing has a good impression of this eldest brother. He vaguely remembered that on the day he started, when the second brother scolded him, it was this eldest brother who helped him to help him solve the situation. "Big Brother, the second brother seems to hate me very much. Apart from teaching me some basic skills, he never taught me magic. If I ask him some questions, he never answered me."

"Haha, your second senior brother is just a little colder. Don't care. In this way, if you have any questions in your heart in the future, come and ask me. As for magic, I will teach you one now. Listen to it. This technique is called the Wind Curse. The wind in the world obeys my orders. The wind rises, and the wind rises!" After the words, a gust of wind hangs between the heaven and earth, blowing the grass and trees and the earth and rocks fly.

Han Qing was very yearning in his heart, and followed the gesture of the elder brother, chanting the same mantra: "The wind in heaven and earth listens to my orders, the wind rises, it's fast!" But what he brought was just a breeze, which could not even be blown out, which made the elder brother laugh.
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