Rivers and lakes

Ten years ago.

On this day, the sky was clear and there were wild geese walking in groups.

Yijian Valley's annual martial arts competition was held outside the main hall.

In a courtyard with the ashes-level courtyard structure that even the owner of Yijian Valley would have to call Grandpa Zeng, the owner of Yijian Valley, his junior, and several disciples gathered together.

This martial arts competition is huge, and it is the most important event in Yijian Valley in a year. All the younger generations in Yijian Valley are gathered together. Count carefully, probably one.

As for the elderly elders, don't expect them to show up.

Being able to gather all the disciples together, the owner of Yijian Valley, who is also the head of the sect, expressed his gratitude to the boss.

In this sect where the number of people is thin, every time a disciple is dispatched, he has to show full sincerity, and even the owner of the valley has to do it himself to wipe the clothes. All the masters and disciples take care of washing, cooking, watering and fertilizing, and housekeeping. Nursing and many other skills.

Naturally, these skills have to be mixed with martial arts mentality, medical skills and pharmacology.

Fortunately, Bayi County, where Yijian Valley is located, is covered by it. Otherwise, there are less than 20 masters and uncles who only know how to make alchemy and medicine every day, and meditate hard. There is no need to drink the wind.

Therefore, no matter how tired and lazy the Valley Master is, no matter how much he encourages his disciples to pursue transcendence of mind, he still has to follow the rules handed down by his ancestors to hold an annual martial arts competition, and then steal a pill from his junior brother's elixir. Two elixirs that are enough to fool this group of Xiong disciples who have never seen the world, so as to ensure that the sect will survive in the world.

In fact, Yijian Valley was still a majestic existence in the Jianghu many years ago. This can be seen from the magnificent buildings entrenched in Qingcheng Mountain.It's a pity that most of the buildings are deserted, and only a few yards are left for daily life.

No, what kind of conference is this again today.

Yijiangu advocated that Kailing's youngest junior was wearing the blue silk gown unique to Yijiangu's elders. Although the long gown has been around for a few years, because the youngest junior's face is dusty and his skin is fair, he is still outstanding when he wears it.

The junior brother took a bite of the cucumber he had just picked from the garden, happily moved a bench and sat on the edge of the field, watching the group of senior nephews who had a headache for ordering the pill, applauded while biting the cucumber.

This youngest junior, everything else is good, his talents are all outstanding, or he is too playful.Zhang Kailing walked over, kicked him, and said angrily, "Why are you here to join in the fun? Have you finished memorizing the Tao Te Ching?"

Yi Jiangu's uncle, who was not as young as his elders, was yelling "reward", when his calf was kicked, he turned his head in displeasure, and when he saw someone coming, he immediately stood up like a dog, very flattering: "Senior brother, sit down quickly!" .I've almost memorized the Tao Te Ching, anyway, the ancestors didn't check it these two days, let me play for a while."

The person who came was a middle-aged man with a rosy complexion and full of spirit. He was wearing a Confucian shirt of the head of the sect, and a purple jade was hanging on his waist.It was Zhang Kailing, the leader.With a slightly swollen belly, Zhang Kailing sat down unceremoniously, turned around and said, "You're still playing, all your nephews are better than you."

The youngest uncle grinned with white teeth, and said brazenly: "How come, although I may not be able to practice martial arts as much as them, but our cultivation is not about the realm?"

Although Gu Wuyou grew up in Mount Qingcheng, he only started practicing martial arts after he was 15 years old.Fortunately, he is talented and intelligent. Although he is not as hardworking as Zhang Kailing's apprentices in practice, his grades are not bad.

But the problem is, Gu Wuyou has never learned internal strength, so where did he come from?

Saying so is completely putting gold on his face.

Zhang Kailing followed his words and said, "Since that's the case, then you will go up later and use your realm to make gestures."

At this moment, two young disciples in the martial arts field cupped their hands at the same time and shouted: "Master."

Zhang Kailing turned around and asked, "The competition is over, who won?"

"Brother."

"Senior brother."

The two people in the field said at the same time.

Zhang Kailing clicked his tongue: "In the end."

The two senior brothers glanced at each other, and the thinner one was named Zhao Xinhe. He clasped his fists and said, "It was the senior brother who won, and he gave me a move."

As a senior brother, Tan Ming immediately said: "No, the junior brother won, he..."

Before Tan Ming could finish his sentence, he was stopped by the little uncle who pointed at him with a cucumber. "Pretentious. When the head of the meeting rewards Zijin ointment, half of you will be fine, and you are still pushing around here."

When the two senior brothers heard this, their eyes lit up immediately, wishing they could rush over to kiss their senior uncle right now.Who doesn't know that this uncle, who is always kind and never angry, always speaks the truth, and immediately said loudly: "Thank you uncle!"

"Wait for a while," Zhang Kailing said, leaving the two disciples who were about to leave behind, and turned to the instigator and said angrily, "The purple gold ointment is only available after entering the top three, and you just sent it out like this?"

Gu Wuyou looked extraordinary and refined, if he put on a Taoist uniform, he would be like an immortal with a bright smile on his face, "It's okay, you see that their brothers and sisters love each other very much, you don't have to encourage them well. Besides, Our sect has only accepted less than ten apprentices in total, so we can't reward many, either."

The headmaster glared at him angrily, and waved his hands to let the two disciples go down.The two disciples knew that the headmaster had agreed, and they immediately beamed with joy. The thinner one was so happy that he walked, and suddenly couldn't hold his feet, and was supported by the senior brother next to him.

Brother Tan Ming said with an apologetic face, "I'm sorry, I lost my mind from the beating, you are all right."

Junior brother Zhao Xinhe immediately said bluntly: "Try being kicked like that on your leg, ouch, it hurts me to death. It's almost fixed." Everyone around laughed.With that said, the two left the stage supporting each other.

The next one was drawn by lottery, and they were two different brothers in the division.If it was said that Zhao Xinhe and Tan Ming were brothers with deep affection, then these two brothers just didn't like each other.

These two brothers are under the same master, but their dispositions and even their specialties are completely different. The only thing they have in common is that they don't fight each other.

Sure enough, after the suave and suave Ouyang Yi came on stage, he cast a haughty glance at Yu Teng, who came next, and preemptively snorted a lot from his nose, as if he didn't take this opponent Yu Teng seriously at all.

Yuteng is naturally not a soft persimmon. Although he looks calm and breezy, he has never had less twists and turns in his heart than anyone else.In order not to put himself at a disadvantage, Yu Teng behaved extra casually.

After he came on stage, he casually flicked his blue gown, as if there was some important ashes there, then untied his saber in full view, and handed it to Tan Ming next to him.

He signaled that he would deal with Ouyang Yi who was holding a sword with his bare hands.

Ouyang Yi was dumbfounded, and then signaled that he would never take advantage of him, untied the sword according to the gourd painting, and handed it to Tan Ming as well.

Gu Wuyou covered his face, and couldn't bear to look directly at it.

If there were really two brushes, such a move would be a bit superior, but it is a pity that the swordsmanship of these two people is really uncommon.

These two people are very different, one is good at medical skills, the other is good at formations, they are only here for a formality, and they are not here to compete with swords at all.Who are you bluffing by pretending to be an expert?

Even the head of the first generation couldn't help coughing, signaling for the two to fight quickly.

As expected, the two started to fight with bare hands, and the scene was like a child's play house.

Zhang Kailing didn't need to watch it at all, because the sword skills of the two of them were also terrible.He looked around, but he didn't see the person he wanted to meet, and asked, "Where's my apprentice?"

Although Zhang Kailing has been the head of the sect for some years, he doesn't have a single apprentice.Seeing that several masters and disciples were better than each other, the master became jealous and went down the mountain to find an apprentice himself.

Not to mention, the master's vision is really good.Gu Wuyou thought of that nephew, tsk, it really is talent and beauty flying together, hard work and calmness.But as for the specific skills of his apprentice, I'm afraid not only the master, but even Yijiangu's senior brothers pay special attention to it.

Gu Wuyou looked around in the crowd, and indeed found no one who saw him, so he said: "Isn't it because I forgot the time when I practiced, I'll look for him."

After finishing speaking, he left the crowd, set up his saber, and flew towards the back mountain of Qingcheng Mountain, which was only half a stick of incense away.

Gu Wuyou has no internal strength, so he can't fly with the swords of his brothers.The second senior brother Yifeng who has always been obsessed with kendo specially put a priceless yin and yang on Gu Wuyou's sword. With just one movement, the saber can fly away as if supported by internal strength.

In this way, Gu Wuyou was able to take the posture of flying with a sword, saving him from completely losing face in front of a group of juniors.

Speaking of this yin and yangzi, we must first mention that there are masters in the rivers and lakes who have reached the sky.These high-level people are free from the pain of birth, old age and sickness, but they cannot escape the fate of death.

And when they pass away, their internal breath will be absorbed by the heaven and earth spirit stones around the cemetery, and gradually reveal their spirituality as they change over time.Jade is the best spiritual stone, when the spiritual stone absorbs enough inner breath, it will become a yin and yang that can't be met.

Practitioners wear yin and yang, which is helpful for practice.Using yin and yangzi in the formation, the effectiveness is greatly increased.Even ordinary people can prolong their lives by wearing yin and yangzi.One can imagine Yin Yangzi's baby.

However, there are really very few people who have reached the sky, and Yinyangzi is naturally a treasure with a price but no market.

Gu Wuyou's second senior brother Yi Feng dared to play with Yin and Yang Zi to Gu Wuyou so extravagantly. Apart from the little love that he never showed, the more important thing was——

Yijian Valley was originally the birthplace of Yinyangzi.It's just that Yin-Yangzi is the spirit of heaven and earth, and gathering in Qingcheng Mountain is the good fortune of Qingcheng Mountain. No one wants Qingcheng Mountain to suffer innocent disasters because of this.So not many people know about it.

Qingcheng Mountain has winding paths leading to seclusion, and branches and leaves covering the sky.The continuous stone steps are clean and orderly, meandering and circling, weaving a quiet and quiet net.The mountains are still green.Faintly heard birds whispering softly in the forest.

Although it has already entered autumn, thanks to the large number of yin and yang seeds buried under the mountain, Qingcheng Mountain still maintains a green appearance, never getting old or withering.

Gu Wuyou is a nostalgic person, even though he has seen this mountain for nearly 20 years, he still loves this mountain forest.I love every plant and tree in this mountain.Humming an unwritten tune, Gu Wuyou landed beside the mountain stream with a sword.

In the mountain stream, a waterfall flows straight down, splashing countless water.Beside the stream, a slender young man dressed in black was holding a sword and rising up in the rapids.

The young man's expression is arrogant and indifferent, and his appearance is not like ordinary dust.

Holding the blue sword in one hand, Han Lu stood by the stream. After a few aggressive sword moves, he flew up, put all his strength on the blade, and slashed at the swiftly flowing stream below.

I saw a blade of white light aroused, like a magnified crescent moon, slashing towards the stream with swift force.

The stream water immediately splashed in all directions, and all the transparent water droplets rose up under the force, filling the air.The soft sunlight shone on this layer of water mist, and it was suddenly colorful and dazzling.Like a visual feast never seen before.

In a moment, all the water drops fell and hit the stream. In the quiet and ethereal afternoon, there was a sound of ding ding dong dong, like a picture of listening to the rain in spring.

Gu Wuyou was dumbfounded: Could it be that this trick he used was the famous stunt of the master back then, cutting the Yangtze River with one sword?