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The crisp sound of the jade chime echoes melodiously on Chaoyang Peak.

The sky was still dim, but Tai Chi Jianping was full of Chaoyang disciples who were as tall as swords. In the middle palace of Jianping, Feng Yi, who performed the martial arts sword this time, was standing. He was wearing a blue Taoist robe, with a tall body as pine, his eyes as bright as stars, and his eyebrows as sharp as swords. The young man who was black and thin when he went up the mountain in the past has now grown into a handsome, heroic young Taoist priest with extraordinary temperament.

The fairy sword "Mingquan" carries behind her, showing a chic and capable demeanor.

Looking into the sky with clouds, the light became more and more prosperous; listening to the echo of the clear jade chime in his ears, his soul was cleansed. Feng Yi was not at the moment, but because he was not nervous when facing the attention of more than 200 pairs of eyes, he was nervous. But when he looked back on all the past, he stood in Jianping Central Palace, and was watched by others, and finally did not let down the hard work and hard work day and night.

Enlightenment!

What is "Tao"? Tao is life!

Feng Yi seemed to have some insight in his heart, his eyes became more and more peaceful, deep and mysterious. He looked at the intersection of the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, a ray of red light faintly revealed. Then the red light was flourishing, and the clouds were gone, and the sea of ​​clouds in the sky was rolling like flames, as if some kind of vitality brewing was about to jump out.

The time has come!

"Hold the sword!"

Feng Yi shouted lightly, but the sound was not loud, but it easily spread throughout Tai Chiping.

"Clang--"

The sound of hundreds of long swords being unsheathed gathered continuously, like a dragon's roar. Just the light sound of the sword blade being unsheathed was enough to touch people's hearts. Feng Yi's heart was extremely calm, and he quietly waited for the moment when the sun was leaping out of the sea of ​​clouds. At first, he thought he would be nervous, but when he was truly in it, he realized that he should be more excited, and even enjoyed the shock of the sound of swords, but he was not nervous.

White clouds and green dogs, time is long!

Feng Yi still remembers that even eight years ago, the sharp and sharp scene of the sword in front of him touched his heart. In his heart, the seeds of swordsmanship were planted and then they took root and sprouted! Since the day of practicing swords, Feng Yi has practiced hard and never stopped. Even though his initial practice was not smooth and his supernatural powers were not achieved, he had never relaxed his practice of swordsmanship.

Today, he stood on the swordplain again, but he was in the central palace, to lead the sword!

In the morning glow, the warm yellow sun shines brightly, as if it jumps out of the sea of ​​clouds in an instant. The world is full of light for a moment. The cold sword edges in the hands of the disciples of Chaoyang also coated a layer of warm color under the gentle light of the Chaoyang, and the light shines brightly and dazzlingly!

"Songfeng sword force, start!"

Zheng!

If there were hundreds of swords, it sounded just a sound. The disciples of Jianping turned around and moved with this call. The long sword flashed cold light and cut open the sharp air.

"Songfeng Sword Strategy" is the entry-level sword technique in Chaoyang. No matter which one is it, he has practiced this sword technique in countless ways. Even Feng Yi, as the latest introductory person, made this sword technique so mature that he could empty his body and mind, and could control the envoys by just instinct.

Even if he exaggerates himself, he might be able to use this sword technique one by one!

But even such an ordinary sword technique, Feng Yi suddenly fell into a wonderful situation when everyone moved together. He felt that his whole body seemed to have merged into the sword with the sharp sound of the sword. Not only did the sword move at will, but the sword also merged into part of him, and all his mental energy was betting on it.

One hook, one stroke!

One, one pick!

Each action seems to be moving clouds and flowing water, and is rich in change; it seems to be ordinary and mysterious. It is a state that cannot be described in specific words, like existence, or like an illusion. Moreover, this mysterious state arises from others, spreads out, and also substitutes the people around you one by one.

I had experienced many great martial arts performances, and even the great martial arts practiced the "Songfeng Sword Strategy" and experienced countless Chaoyang disciples. At first, they didn't agree, but as the mysterious charm spread, they fell into it without knowing it, and then devoted themselves to it.

For a moment, this sky, this earth, this sea of ​​clouds, and this rising sun seemed to have a completely different meaning than usual!

It seemed as if the sword danced, the heaven and earth naturally responded!

Before we knew it, the martial arts exercise came to an end.

With Feng Yi's voice "stop"!

Everyone held their hands and stood with their swords. Many people suddenly woke up and exited from that mysterious state. They were moved in their hearts and still felt unfulfilled, but they didn't know whether what they thought and felt just now was true or just an illusion.

Everyone's face suddenly showed a look of loss.

Rarely, after the martial arts performance, everyone stood there and did not disperse immediately.

Even Feng Yi himself frowned slightly. He seemed to have seen some deep meaning of swordsmanship from his martial arts performance just now. I don’t know how long it took, but someone finally moved on the field, and then there were whispers.

The disciples with low cultivation were unable to see the mysterious feeling that they had just now, whether it was true or false. After some exchange, they heard similar experiences from others, and were surprised and discussed them one after another. For example, Chu Yuhong and others had higher cultivation levels, so they felt more deeply. For a moment, they looked at each other and saw shock from each other's eyes.

"Senior Brother, Senior Sister!"

"Dear brothers!"

Feng Yi returned the sword to the sheath, but saw Senior Brother Yiying coming over, his expression was strange. He had experienced the insights before, and he understood in his heart that he would salute everyone first.

After all, Chu Yuhong was the eldest senior brother, so he was relieved and said, "Young junior brother, you really surprised me. Today, I asked you to lead the sword, but the most correct thing for me!"

Like Mu Huiqiu and Liang Wence, they taught Feng Yi to practice at the beginning, and they felt even more touched. The younger brother, who was cautious and humbly asking for advice in the past, was still free in front of him, but in a blink of an eye, the other party grew to such a height, and they were also leading the sword. How could they have led the entire martial arts lineup into a mysterious enlightenment?

"Junior brother," Liang Wence stumbled, unable to help but be curious, and asked, "How did you do it?"

How did it be done? Feng Yi pondered, and he would probably find it difficult to explain if he really wanted to tell the reason. But for some reason, he had such an intuition in his heart - if he was asked to lead the sword again, he might be able to escape into such mystery again. Even if he didn't succeed once, he would succeed after trying a few more times.

"Senior brother, I am mysterious, I am afraid that I can't explain it all." Feng Yi did not hide it from him and said frankly about his own experience. "However, in my opinion, the mysterious just now is not my credit. I think all senior brothers should also be aware of it-that such mysterious situation actually comes from the condensation of each of us and every sword. It is the sublimation and resonance of the streams that merge into a sea, and the pupa turns into a butterfly! I can only be regarded as an opportunity and introduction."

Everyone thought about it after hearing this.

They have more or less the insights of Feng Yishu, and they understand that they are facts. However, those who are as conscious as Chu Yuhong can naturally realize the key to the desparation of Feng Yi's words - if Feng Yi is not used as an opportunity and introduction, can such sublimation and resonance still occur?

How could a normal martial arts show cleanse everyone’s minds, as if they had an epiphany, and they would benefit greatly from the understanding of swordsmanship?

Before everyone could ask, a senior brother came and shouted, "Junior Brother Feng!"

Everyone moved away from their positions, Feng Yixun looked at it and it turned out to be the senior brother who served his master: "Senior brother!"

The senior brother said, "Let me follow me, Master is looking for you!"

Feng Yiying was the second brother, and at the same time bowed to the other senior brothers. The senior sister said, "Master is destined, I will take the lead! Brothers, if you have any advice, you might as well talk about it later!"

When he saw his master Shang Zhengliang, he was not in the courtyard behind the hall, but in a pavilion on the back mountain. He was not alone, but was playing chess with others. Feng Yi was quite surprised after seeing him. He was the master Xu who rarely walked out of Qingyuan Peak!

Feng Yi hurried forward and saluted respectfully.

Shang Zhengliang smiled and waved his hand, asking him to get up. Master Xu only looked at him without saying much. Shang Zhengliang said, "I called you here today because of your 'pink'. - Master Tian, ​​you, must teach him the master's sect and be very good at refining alchemy. Only by handing him the 'pink' can you play the greatest role. The teacher has contacted you properly, you only need to send the 'pink' to Dazhu Peak."

Dazhu Peak?

Feng Yi was surprised, but when he thought about the original trajectory, the Uncle Tian was good at refining pills, which was not too abrupt. The only thing he didn't expect was that he originally thought that he would have to go to the "Seven Veins to Martial Arts" to have an intersection with Dazhu Peak. He didn't expect that because of a "pin bead", he would actually get in touch with the lineage where the destined person was in advance!

"Yes, Master!"

Shang Zhengliang paused, and he was still clutching his chess piece in his hand, and instructed: "I am my master and your uncle Tian are old friends. If you go to Dazhu Peak, you must not lose your etiquette. In addition, if you encounter any accidents, be careful not to offend me too much, and don't lose my reputation as Chaoyang Peak! Be careful to grasp the degree."

I don’t know if it’s illusion, Feng Yi felt as if his master was more serious when he mentioned “other”. It seemed that the words after “other” were what he really wanted to say.

But Feng Yi peeked at his master, but couldn't see anything from his expression.

"Change? Master——"

Shang Zhengliang did not allow him to ask, but said perfunctorily: "When you meet, you will know, so go."

Although Feng Yi was full of doubts, the master did not say that, so he had to bow to the two elders of the masters and retreated respectfully. Master Xu raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "They are all the leaders of the same lineage, and they are so naive and ridiculous! - It's time for you to make a move."

Shang Zhengliang was scolded again and smiled awkwardly.

Fortunately, Uncle Master gave face today and scolded him without taking it seriously. He quickly dropped the chess piece in his hand. Master Xu looked at the chessboard, pondered for a moment, and then fell a piece. Then he looked up again, looked at Shang Zhengliang with turbid eyes and said, "Have you made a decision?"

Shang Zhengliang was originally thinking about the chess game, and he was stunned for a moment when he asked Master Xu to be stupid, but he quickly realized what he was saying, and he was calm. After a while, he sighed: "It's important to be a big deal, so it's better to take a closer look and make a decision."

As he said that, he gave up a son.

Master Xu looked at the chess move, snorted disdainfully, and immediately made a move. Shang Zhengliang's face suddenly looked a little ugly, and he showed regret on his face. Obviously, the step he took was too casual and inadequate.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you - with this qualification and practice progress, I'm afraid that I can reach the state of "Shangqing" within a few years. To make a decision, it's best to do it as soon as possible!"

Shang Zhengliang didn't know if he heard it. His old face smiled and pointed at the chess step: "Uh, that, uncle, can you take this step back?"
Chapter completed!