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The blue sky is thousands of miles away, the sea of ​​clouds is surging, and a touch of blue floats leisurely across the sky. Passengers who come and go see the emblem on the sedan chair and stop to discuss.

Lu Hanshuang avoided Xi Yuan, and opened his consciousness to the other side.

The fusion of the prehistoric world and the wilderness caught the gods and demons by surprise. Many long-term closed-door practitioners were even more dumbfounded when they came out to see the empty palaces all around them.It is already in the middle stage of plant integration, but there are overgrown grass and mountains, which is unusual.

The green sedan slid by.

Under the sky, there are indeed green shades everywhere, high mountains and flowing water, and there are also devastated, desolate and hopeless situations.

The continent is like a scattered jigsaw puzzle, pieces floating in the air, revealing the core of the earth.The mountains and valleys under the jurisdiction of each school are scattered like isolated islands, connected by natural dangers and narrow roads, abysses and long rivers.

Lu Hanshuang opened his eyes, thought about it, and said, "I want to lift the curtain to see."

When Xiyuan's music stopped, he thought it was a child's curiosity, and he promised.

Lu Hanshuang rolled up the bamboo curtain, looked at the scattered land and sea areas below, and opened the topic, "It is rumored that the changes in the world occurred in the age of the dragon gods in ancient times. Was it as fragmented as here?"

"Not only." Xi Yuan said, "It seems to be more miserable over there."

Lu Hanshuang lowered her head, her long eyelashes covering the emotions in her eyes.

Xi Yuan said, "Having learned from the past, after the return of the dragon god Bai Yu, he painstakingly comprehended the origin of the power of space fusion. After a hundred years, he worked hard to research an isolation barrier that can stabilize mountains and seas, but it needs dragon blood as a guide."

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Xiyuan sighed as if recalling the refreshing scene when the mainland was complete, when the sea and the sky merged, and the mountains and lakes were the same color.

"The big sects and sects have passed down a small amount of dragon blood to breathe. Poor those small sects have no barrier protection, and they wither day by day. I don't know what will be left after another six years..."

Lu Hanshuang put down the bamboo curtain.It is not easy to detect the catastrophe in Huaxia. Except for the similar terrain of the two places, the enchantment also contributed a lot to the jurisdiction of the various sects. The degree of integration is too little, like a frog boiled in warm water.

He asked: "How long can the enchantment last?"

Xiyuan didn't answer immediately, but put Qin aside, stared at the child quietly for a long time, and then said, "You are still young, how can you care about this?"

Lu Hanshuang said without changing his expression, "I'm afraid of death."

The corners of Xiyuan's lips parted into a smile again, "Interesting." He seemed to understand that Lu Hanshuang didn't like his probing stare, and then turned his gaze away, and said, "I heard that the barrier blood leads to Bai Yu, the dragon god. The barrier will be broken when the inheritance in the barrier is sensed to disappear, but it is unknown whether the rumors are credible."

In this way, before the residents merged, the jurisdictions of each sect were located in the corresponding positions on the Huaxia side, which was a safe area insulated from dangerous animals and plants.Lu Hanshuang's eyelashes twitched slightly, with a plan in mind.

Inside the sedan chair, one big and one small have different thoughts, and outside the sedan chair, the passerby monks glanced at the lowered bamboo curtain, and then looked at each other.

News spread that the famous Xiyuan Shangxian actually "abducted" a girl.

Rumors have spread to Xiaoyao Thirteen Peaks.

In the dense forest of Qingyun Peak, the three senior sisters and younger brothers who practiced the piano had a wide range of eyesight, watching the master with a happy face lead a girl into the Jingtao Hall where few people set foot.The Biefeng disciples who came to watch the excitement surrounded the three of them, looking into the distance, with the same dazed face of sleepwalking.

"Am I not mistaken? The Immortal Xiyuan actually led people to the courtyard of his residence? Doesn't the Immortal not like to make noise? What is the origin of this child?"

"I heard that Shangxian went to look for the Nascent Soul, why did he bring the child back, is this Nascent Soul reincarnated?"

"Probably the son of an old friend."

"Son of an old friend? Come on!" A direct disciple of the sect leader resounded the Chunchun teachings of his master in the past, with an expression of "you have little knowledge" on his face.

Uncle Xiyuan is a man who is arrogant and arrogant.Whether it is a fool or a shameless person with deep scheming, he can be as gentle as the wind, and the world praises him for his kindness and righteousness. Heh, the old man may not know how to slander him: "Stupid, please continue to perform!"Uncle Shi is good at counting his own sins while throwing blame in the name of doing others good.

"The catastrophe has caused chaos at the end of the year, and it is not without the benevolence of the son of an old friend, Mr. Mu, who went to the mountain to ask for help. But think about it, nine out of ten were fostered by the uncle, and the remaining one was exposed as a scam. , evaporated from the world..."

"...So, this is our little junior brother?" Bie Que, the second disciple under Xi Yuan's sect, guessed.

Senior sister Bie Ying saw that the face of the new junior brother Bie He changed slightly, and she gave Bie He a look.Bie Que turned his head and saw Bie He's long face, he didn't know where he said something wrong, he patted his head and shut up.

The head disciple said again, "Maybe he's the uncle's illegitimate son..."

Xiyuan led Lu Hanshuang into the courtyard where he lived, let the child choose a room, and took the male mirror from the child back to the house.

Just as he sat down, there were footsteps outside the door.

The senior brother of the sect master came first before he arrived, and his tone was gloating, "This afternoon, my room was filled with an endless stream of sound-transmitting paper cranes. I heard that our unparalleled treasure of the town sect was killed. ?”

Another peak master who heard the wind came in and said with a smile, "Ha, I've long wondered why someone is as pure and ascetic as you. We can't use our legs, so there must be other tricks, right? Magic skills are not for nothing, Unless you fell into the trap and were knocked down by someone, you don't mention it because you don't want to lose face, for fear of ruining your reputation. Now it's all right, the romantic debts have been brought to your door, tell me, which strong man and woman are so powerful Can it bring you down?"

"Hehe, look at your virtues that you all want to beat the gongs and drums to spread the word." The two peak masters walked in side by side, the other pinched his nose, and said, "This smells so sour, tsk tsk, you are just pulling our junior brother down. The altar can't turn over either. Don't be too happy, extreme joy begets sorrow, we are one of the thirteen peaks of Xiaoyao, and the reputation of the younger brother is flawed, what good can you ask for?"

Some people were dissatisfied and stepped into the doorway, "...Then tell me, the younger brother will live with other people in the same sedan chair for no reason? Is the younger brother such a person?"

There are many adherents.

"Really not!"

"Junior Brother, I wish I could get rid of all the living things in the world. It seems that the world is filthy, but he is the only one who can't be defiled like a mountain snow lotus." The speaker glanced at Xi Yuan.

Xiyuan didn't seem to be able to hear the choreography of the crowd, so he raised his hand to signal them to sit down casually, with a very tolerant attitude.

The speaker was disgusted, pointed at Xi Yuan's gentle eyes and tolerant expression, and said, "Did you see that? Did you see that? The look in the eyes of the younger brother, the sneering light, the face of the younger brother, mocking our senior brothers for being vulgar, am I right? !"

People came in one after another to make jokes.

The person who came in finally shook his head and said, "The matter hasn't been settled yet, why are you rushing to put the illegitimate child's hat on Xi Yuan? What's your intention?"

The thirteen brothers and sisters gathered together, sat down one after another, looked at Xiyuan, "give me a word."

Xiyuan recounted how he got acquainted with the child, and the headmaster next to him put away his joking face and straightened his expression, "...Although Qingyun Peak is the most spiritual among the thirteen peaks, but for a young and naive child It’s not beautiful, why not let it go, do you have to take it with you?”

A peak master frowned, "Don't you really want to accept him as a disciple?"

The original brothers changed their previous laughing and persuaded one after another:

"Don't you just sit in seclusion for too long and be stupid?"

"I said Little Eleven, haven't you forgotten what Master said before he drove west?"

"Master said that there is one disaster in your life and one calamity. Just the previous disaster, you lost the Nascent Soul, and you have not found it so far. Your master and apprentice are not well-connected. The master told you to accept only three disciples at most, and said that the number of catastrophes committed four. You have to remind me ten thousand times." Please, let us keep an eye on you and don't be stupid."

"Your fate is honorable. If there is a slight mistake, we will apologize to the master and the old man with death. Don't mess around."

Xi Yuan said, "...There is something wrong with him."

"Could it be a seizure?"

Xiyuan shook his head, "I can't see the truth either."

Others breathed a sigh of relief, "The person who can shield you from investigation has not yet been born. Don't worry about the sky and think about things all day long. It should be just so ordinary that there is nothing to see."

Xiyuan didn't think so.

"Okay, okay." The senior brother knew he couldn't persuade him, "As long as he doesn't want to accept apprentices... just treat him as a strange kid, and it doesn't hurt to keep him around."

Xi Yuan nodded, "I know."

……

Time is slowly approaching Xiaoyaohui.

Xiyuan's three apprentices, Bie He, came to say hello every day, and every time he left, he passed the giant tree in the courtyard, and saw the unknown son of the master's old friend, who was not even male or female, sitting on the highest branch, looking into the distance.

Bie He stopped under the tree, looked up at his two feet, and frowned, "This green pine has grown for thousands of years, and its name is Qingchi."

Lu Hanshuang ignored it.

Bie He became angry, "Are you pretending to be stupid, or are you really too young to understand?! It has a name, and it is already intelligent."

Lu Hanshuang lowered her eyes and glanced at Bie He, "It is intelligent, so what does it have to do with me?"

"Don't you think your behavior is very disrespectful? After all, Qingchi is the longest in my Xiaoyao faction! If you don't respect it, you step on it every day and sit under your buttocks, but have you ever thought about whether it is willing to be humiliated? ?”

Xi Yuan happened to come across this scene when he went out.In the shade of the luxuriant forest, the child patted the trunk on his side, and asked the pines in a low voice, "I straddle you every day, do you have any objection?"

The ancient tree stood quietly, the needles on the branches trembled with the wind, and no human voice responded.

The child bowed his head, his face was immature and fair.

The light and shadow cast by the bright sunlight through the canopy of the trees made that face a little hazy, not at all innocent and innocent as a child should be, and the eyes and tone revealed a kind of irrelevant and high-hanging indifference Indifferently, said, "Look, it has no objection."

Under the tree, Bie He stomped his feet angrily, "You bully Qing Chi and can't speak out."

The child on the tree nodded, "Yes."

"You you you!" Bie He was so angry that he couldn't speak, his eyebrows were erected, and he was furious.

The child's eyes flickered, but the voice was still and unwavering, "This tree has only been able to understand the spiritual wisdom for thousands of years, it is really stupid. If it doesn't want to, it can jump up and resist. Since it is incompetent, it should bear it."

"You are simply talking nonsense and have no benevolence, morality, humility and politeness!!!"

The child withdrew his gaze, "If you want to scold, feel free to scold, stand far away."

Don't stare and curse again.

The child lowered his eyes, and his cold gaze lightly fell on Bie He's face, the boy's hair stood on his head from the cold, and his voice was stuck.

The child said only one word.

"Quarrel."

Bie He's voice swallowed with a gulp.

Xi Yuan stepped out of the house and stood still. Bie Lu, who was following behind, saw the battle between the strong enemy and the weak in the courtyard, and sighed, "This child's heart can be seen..."

Glancing at Xi Yuan who was watching the fire from the other side, "Master, are you going to persuade me?"

Xiyuan looked away, "No, let's go."

On the tree, Lu Hanshuang looked at Bie He, who ran away in anger, and looked behind him. The two who stood there just now had already left.He withdrew his gaze and opened his consciousness. Without Xiyuan by his side, he could boldly investigate the Fuyao faction without worrying about being discovered.

His eyes flicked over the disciples who were intensively training in each peak, and they fell into the pool in front of the mountain gate.

The edge of the pool was surrounded by Qin Xiu who came here especially for the Qi refining period. They wrote their names on the water surface of the memory pool with pens and ink. When the ink color blurred and the traces melted into the water, no one would know who signed up unless they sent someone to watch them every day. How many people are there and what is their status.

This is the Happy School to prove their innocence, to show an open and fair attitude of not engaging in cheating.

As night fell, darkness covered people's whereabouts.

Lu Hanshuang came to the pool and wrote down the identity that Xiyuan had arranged for him, the son of an old friend, Xishuang.Being able to give a child such a name, the so-called old friend really cares deeply about Xi Yuan.

After returning to Jingtao Hall of Qingyun Peak, I have devoted myself to practicing for many days, and I am no longer out of breath like ordinary children all the way up the mountain.

The graceful sound of the piano came from the forest, but after a long time, the night breeze brought the faint sound of the flute to complement each other. The Qin repair school has romantic customs, and they often meet with each other by sound, night and night.

Even using the number of chords as a basis for conversation, if someone plays solo all night and no one wants to follow, it will make people think that this person is poor in skill and unbearable to listen to.

There was a slight noise.

Lu Hanshuang raised his eyes and saw that a flute friend who was good at harmony and sound was not wearing a coat, but ran out of the room and skimmed the night sky in his inner clothes, looking for a bosom friend to gather in the forest, it must be a long talk all night.

Lu Hanshuang went back to the house and meditated as usual.

……

On the day of the Xiaoyaohui, the voices of people down the mountain were noisy.

The beautiful male and female disciples selected by the Thirteen Peaks washed up early and gathered, and rushed to the mountain gate with their musical instruments, and lined up to play music to welcome all the monks who came to watch the meeting.

Music murmurs.

The female disciple is playing the flute in the wind, her body is like a thin willow.The hair on the temples of the male disciples hangs down, and the jade tree faces the wind.

Passing male and female monks stared at each other, and sighed, "As expected of my Xiaoyao Dapai! How about those who came out of the Thirteen Peaks of Xiaoyao, and can be robbed by men and women who are waiting to be married? After each Xiaoyao meeting , Many disciples turned to Xiaoyao Mountain to coat the light."

"That's not true." Someone answered, "The closer we get to the Xiaoyaohui, the elders I send will lose a lot of their hair. If they didn't want to offend the Immortal Xiyuan, they would have strictly prohibited the disciples from attending the meeting."

"Isn't it the Shangxian? Earlier, the Xiaoyao Sect was only a mere qin cultivator sect, how could it compare to those sword cultivators? Ever since Xiyuan came out, no one in the world dared to underestimate it, and it has faintly gained the limelight of the first sect. "

There are thirteen peaks in Xiaoyao Mountain, but fourteen towers.

Xiaoyao Terrace is located at the highest point, so it cannot be easily climbed.

The other thirteen channels are under the control of Thirteen Peaks and host related activities.Xiaoyaohui is a competition between disciples in the Qi refining period, and the place is at the music stage at the lowest point.

A fighting arena is set up in the center, and the audience sits around the stage.

Lu Hanshuang was sitting on Qingyun Peak's seat, not many people paid attention to him as a child, all eyes were on Bie He next to him.

"I heard that this young man is a genius from the downfalling Jiang family? He knew the rhythm at the age of one, could compose at the age of three, and was proficient in ten musical instruments at the age of five. He was best at the lyre. only."

"I've also heard that Jiang's parents were so grateful at the time that they wanted to agree immediately, but this kid didn't know how to praise him, saying that he only wanted to worship the immortal as his teacher in his life, which made his family and Qin Xiu feel ashamed. Since then, he has been ridiculed a lot, Said that he was so arrogant and arrogant at such a young age, that even a cultivator at the transformation stage would look down upon him!"

"Who would have thought that, after waiting for 12 years, this kid would really worship Emperor Qin."

The headmaster announced, and the applause was thunderous.

The beauties with fluttering long sleeves sang and danced, accompanied by the sound of the piano, and slowly kicked off the prelude to the Promise.

Someone picked up a specially made brocade and threw it into the distance. The onlookers watched the brocade float slowly into the memory pool next to the mountain gate, submerged in the water for a while, and then flew out of the pool and floated back to the caller's hands. The ink has been soaked, so read the name on it.

The owner of the name climbed onto the fighting arena, his eyes slid across the waists of the disciples of the Xiaoyao Thirteen Peaks, and the Qi refining disciples participating in the Xiaoyao Club would hang a wooden plaque.

Qin Xiu pointed at a person, and the disciple turned out his red side when he was hit.

against.

Before the two parties fight, they first sign a life-and-death contract, and life and death are up to fate.During the competition, as long as no one called to stop on the stage, even Xi Yuan could not interrupt the match rashly and interfere easily.Of course, the monks have their own set of unwritten rules, but to avoid accidents, the elders are entangled endlessly because of the deaths and injuries of the younger generation, so they need to file a complaint in advance.

If the selected disciples do not want to fight, they can turn to the green side of the sign and avoid the fight.

The two people on the stage came and went, fighting happily.

The disciple scoring method also implements the unrestrained style of the Xiaoyao School.

Every game you win can get all the opponent's points.Shisanfeng disciples do not limit the number of times they are called, so they are often called frequently, and they engage in round-to-wheel battles. The better the disciples are, the more cautious they are in the challenge. If they fail once, they have to start all over again.

The Xiaoyaohui lasted for three days, and each peak disciple had nine chances to avoid the battle.

While paying attention to the memory pool with his spiritual sense, Lu Hanshuang paid attention to Bie He, Xiyuan's third apprentice.

As the most famous disciple, many people wanted to step on Biehe to make a name for themselves, but in one morning, [-] piano masters came to the stage, and Biehe was hit seven times.

He was equally cautious, using only one green card all day.

On the second day of the Xiaoyaohui, Bie He was still the highlight target. He was tired of coping and used three exemptions.

On the third day, Bie He sat on the seat of Qingyun Peak with a small face, while the second senior brother Bie Que next to him rubbed his shoulders and poured water for him, showing great concern.

Bie He came to the stage several times and returned several times.Seeing the child sitting next to him with an umbrella for two and a half days, watching the theater leisurely, his mood was even worse.

"A bunch of villains." Holding his breath, Bie He walked to the place farthest from the child, kicked the seat, touched the green side of the sign, showing exhaustion, and it would be over in the afternoon, so he could only avoid the fight once more.

Although it is now at the top of the standings.

But as long as the boat capsizes once in the gutter, the good situation will suddenly collapse.

Lu Hanshuang was holding the umbrella given to him by his elder sister Bie Ying on his shoulders, sipping the green tea Bie Ying brought him, sitting cross-legged with a round body like a lotus root, watching the situation of fighting music closely, when Bie He was named by Qin Xiu again, His face was sullen and he didn't move for a long time.

The roll caller laughed and said, "What is this for? Playing tricks? Go for it if you have the guts, and flop if you're cowardly. Don't waste your time whining."

Bie He blushed furiously, shook off Senior Brother Bie Que who was rubbing his wrist, stood up abruptly, but was hurriedly grabbed by Senior Sister Bie Ying who was next to him, and pressed his bleeding finger.

"Let's avoid fighting."

Bie He looked at the scorching sun that was only slightly slanting, his face changed again and again, slipping past the naked mockery in the eyes of the spectators and roll callers in all directions, he endured and endured until someone began to urge him, he finally lowered his head and turned out the green card.

War free.

The roll caller chuckled and muttered, "That's all." He turned around and challenged the Biefeng disciples.

At the height of the seat, the peak masters of the Xiaoyao Sect sit behind the bamboo curtain and watch the fighting music.One of the peak masters pushed Shenyou's own junior, "You don't have any idea after seeing this?"

Xi Yuan shifted his gaze from the child to Bie He, and replied, "Very good."

"What's good?"

Bie He was comforted by his brothers and sisters, and Xi Yuan's eyes fell back under the round oil-paper umbrella beside him. The little guy's calf sitting cross-legged was faintly exposed outside the edge of the umbrella, and he said absent-mindedly, "...Bie He has been pissed off a lot recently, bear with me." The strength has increased, which is good."

"You are not angry."

"Why are you angry?"

"Saint! You are not angry when your apprentice is bullied like this?! You are not angry when your apprentice is so useless?"

Xi Yuan gave his senior brother a tepid smile.

The expression that could make countless admirers slam it made the brother sick, and turned his face away in a hurry, "Don't laugh like that again, it makes people panic."

Xiyuan then said, "Because he is my apprentice, he can withstand wind and rain far beyond ordinary people. He not only has to endure, but also continues to endure. If he can't see his own situation and blindly fights, I will be angry with him for being unable to train. It’s good to be able to bear it.”

The senior brother shook his head and sighed, "You treat everyone as you, the world insults you, scolds you, hates you, hates you and envies you, and you laugh it off and become a god?"

"No."

Xi Yuan looked back, raised his eyebrows slightly, and was dazzling, "...I can not only endure."

The brocade sank into the pool again, Lu Hanshuang's consciousness moved, and the brocade flew back to the caller's hands leisurely, and shouted to the bottom, "The next little friend, Xishuang."

Xi Yuan frowned, turned his head slowly, lifted his arms to lift the bamboo curtain, and looked down the stage.

A group of monks muttered, "Which character is this? Why have I never heard of it?" The monks inadvertently saw the Tsing Yi Shangxian showing his true face on the stage, and their spirits were shocked and they boiled.

"Oh, it's so noisy!" The senior brother next to him covered his ears, reached out and snatched the bamboo curtain in front of Xiyuan, pulled it down to cover it tightly, and saw that the junior brother was still looking straight at the seat of Qingyun Peak under the stage through the bamboo curtain, and suddenly remembered Why did the name sound familiar? He also looked at the oil-paper umbrella.

The little child got out of the umbrella, and the three-headed body did not attract attention.

When the child walked from the seat area of ​​Qingyun Peak to the stage of fighting music step by step, the onlookers looked around, and sure enough, another "Xi Shuang" appeared. He rubbed his eyes and finally paid attention to this child who had been neglected until now.

"How old is this?"

"Xi Shuang, Xi Shuang, could it be the rumored illegitimate son or daughter of Shangxian Xi Yuan?"

"...Didn't you say he was the son of an old friend?"

"You believe that too?"

"Well, I remember correctly, it seems that only casual cultivators can vote. A person who has walked out of the Thirteen Peaks can challenge the Thirteen Peaks again?"

"As long as you are not a disciple of Thirteen Peaks, why not?"

"...This child is delicate and weak, and his thighs are not as thick as my forearm. I said, even a young genius like Biehe in Qingyun Peak, who is only 17 years old to participate in the Xiaoyaohui, can he be so small? Is there any? What kind of misunderstanding, such as repaying the father's debt, someone maliciously voted for the name of Xiyuan Shangxian."

The referee frowned, unable to watch the waist-high child walk out of the Qingyun Peak seat, and also imagined a conspiracy theory, suspecting that the child was being abused by others, and deliberately put his name in the pool.

Lu Hanshuang raised her head, feeling unwell, stepped back a few steps, and looked straight at the referee.

The referee hesitated, "How about..."

"There's no mistake." Lu Hanshuang interrupted him, glanced across the stage, raised his arm and pointed at Bie He, who was not far away with staring eyes, "I invite him to fight."

Bie He, who was surprised at how this troublesome kid ran onto the stage, was stunned again, pointing at himself foolishly, in disbelief, "Me?"

Bie He stood up, "You still want to challenge me?"

He compared the height difference between the two of them back and forth, and he didn't have the irritable anger of being hit a few times before, but a sense of humor came to his mind, "Didn't I go up and bully the younger?!"

The audience was deeply impressed, and whispered in all directions.

Lu Hanshuang stopped talking nonsense, and walked to the side to sign the life and death certificate.

Bie He didn't refuse the opportunity, rushed the ducks to the shelves, walked to the side of the children to sign their names, sighed, and thought: Although this child has an annoying personality, he is more than a multiple of the child's age. The adults are accommodating and accommodating, and they will be gentler later, so as not to hit the child's self-esteem too much.