My younger brother is a tree demon

In Hancui Hall, all the new disciples paid homage to their patriarch, heard Elder Dao preaching and explaining the rules of Hanshan Gate.

This has always been the rule of Hanshan Sect. As the number one in Kyushu, the rules in the sect are naturally extremely strict.There is a saying that there is no rule without rules, and Hanshan Sect should be the strictest among the major sects in Kyushu.

"My Cold Mountain Sect has few rules."

I heard that the elder is a short man with a white beard reaching to the ground, and that beard can be as long as his whole body.At this moment, the easy-going and funny old guy put on a straight face, and seriously fooled the new disciples.

"Hanshanmen is the same as many sects in Kyushu. It specializes in swords, so it can also be called Hanshanjianmen. When the sect was established, there were three principles: to cultivate oneself, to benefit the world, and to be in harmony with the way of heaven."

"Those who cultivate themselves not only practice various spells, but also practice art and reason, and prove the Tao with their hearts."

"Those who help the world are academically successful, and can travel around famous mountains and rivers. Although they cannot save many sufferings in the world, they should help those in distress."

"Those who are in harmony with the way of heaven, cultivate their own bodies and benefit the world at the same time, this is the direction of the way of heaven. The unity of heaven and man is the way to become a great way, even if you can ascend to immortality."

With such words, every four years when a new disciple enters the door, Elder Wen Dao will come up with it and say it.

Jiang Fengqiao was like this when he first entered the door. More than 20 years have passed in the blink of an eye, and I heard that Elder Wen Dao's appearance remains the same without any change.Listening to his lines that have remained unchanged for thousands of years, the past years are slowly passing by.

In the dim Hancui Palace, under the warm light, Jiang Fengqiao stood behind the curtain with his sword in his arms, smiling.

"Brother, you seem to be in a good mood."

The elongated voice was emphatic with a familiar irony——Jiang Fengqiao turned his head and saw that it was him, but he just nodded and was not prepared to retort at all: "There is new blood, so I am naturally happy. It's just that not long ago Brother Mo inspected the disciple's aptitude, but he disappeared, almost delaying the big event. If the younger brother doesn't give me an explanation and write it down, I don't blame me."

This is a threat.

Mo Hui, the third student among the disciples of the head of the Hanshan Sect, started eight years later than Jiang Fengqiao. Body, cultivated sword energy.

The most impressive thing about him should be his expressionless face.

Jiang Fengqiao only knew that before Mo Hui entered the gate, his family was killed in flames, and only Mo Hui escaped.When the master brought him back, he said that Mo Hui was frightened when he was young, and he never laughed again.

At this moment, Mo Hui, who heard his words, gritted his teeth secretly, but put his palm on his left arm.

He faltered and said: "I forgot it for a while, but I hope the elder brother will forgive me."

Su knew that Jiang Fengqiao was a kind-hearted person, and the matters concerning the recruitment of disciples in the sect were all ordered by the elder Xudao early in the morning.If the old-fashioned Elder Xu Dao finds out, he will definitely be punished severely in the future.It's just that Jiang Fengqiao is a big disciple after all, if he doesn't tell, no one will sue him.

Mo Hui was convinced, Jiang Fengqiao knew it well, glanced at his arm, and said: "Don't do it again."

"Thank you, senior brother." Jiang Fengqiao said that it was all right, and Mo Hui breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, secretly thinking that senior senior brother is really easy to deceive.

It's not that Jiang Fengqiao is easy to deceive, it's just that he doesn't want to expose him.

The affairs in the door were complicated, but Jiang Fengqiao was born with a kind heart.Master once said that his sword is not suitable for killing people.Jiang Fengqiao practiced swords, and never thought of killing people.He didn't pay much attention to these things, but turned his attention back to the front.

Hearing that the elder had already given a lecture, he shouted, "Where is Fengqiao?"

Jiang Fengqiao straightened his back, walked out from behind the curtain in a dark blue robe, walked all the way to the center of the hall, bowed and raised his hand in salute: "The disciple is here."

"The 19 new recruits will be arranged in the Chuji Pavilion as usual. They will first practice the acquired skills, and then the innate skills. Only those who have achieved great success will be included in the inner sect. During the period, all matters, big or small, will be managed by you temporarily. , the elders and disciples teach, don’t let them be lazy.”

Cultivation is a bitter journey, let alone at the Cold Mountain Gate?

Jiang Fengqiao took the order. Hearing that the elder had always been at ease with this eldest disciple, he left after explaining it to him.

It was getting late at this time, Jiang Fengqiao led these disciples out of the Hancui Hall, among the nineteen people, Qi Huai stood at the back, and he had regained his sobriety.He looked up at Jiang Fengqiao's back, something flashed quickly in his emerald eyes, but when he lowered his eyes, he raised his finger and bit it.

His fingers were very slender, even slender, not at all like the palms of his peers.

Shaking his hands, Qi Huai made his fingers look normal, and then followed everyone outside with confidence.

As soon as Jiang Fengqiao came out, he saw Mo Hui standing on the steps.

He said: "Junior brother Mo should go back and rest as soon as possible. Junior brother Shang is a genius, and he is a person respected by the master. Why do you fight with him? I will get the medicine for you later, let's go."

Mo Hui was stunned, but Jiang Fengqiao had already left on his own after finishing speaking.

He looked at Jiang Fengqiao's back and couldn't recover.

Mo Hui, who was about to say something, saw one of the group of new disciples following Jiang Fengqiao turn around and look at him before he opened his mouth.This pair of eyes made Mo Hui feel uncomfortable.

He didn't say what he should say, Mo Hui finally didn't care about it.

He didn't tell the truth in the palace just now, and he didn't want Eldest Senior Brother to know.

Shang Baichi was a new disciple who was recruited by the master before retreating. He has excellent aptitude, which is beyond the reach of ordinary disciples.Unfortunately, Shang Baichi has a lonely personality, he is obsessed with cultivation, and rarely interacts with others, so it is inevitable that people will misunderstand him, and the matter between Mo Hui and Shang Baichi has to be resolved slowly.

Jiang Fengqiao had made up his mind and had already led his people to the back mountain.

Chuji Pavilion is the place where all new disciples practice.

There should be three levels of cultivation in the entire Kyushu continent.

Mortal realm, acquired and innate;

In the realm of a monk, lead Qi into the body, refine Qi to transform spirit, refine spirit to return to void;

Immortal realm - it's still a legend, and Jiang Fengqiao doesn't know much about it.

After the new disciple breaks through the realm of mortals, he will be accepted as a disciple by the elders and even the head of the sect, and will be included in the inner sect.Chuji Pavilion is where they started.

A piece of house was hidden among the trees, Jiang Fengqiao led people in, and took the jade slips to record the room each person chose, but there was one person beside him who didn't move for a long time.

"You are Qi Huai? Why don't you choose your own room?"

Because this child was the aptitude he tested, it could even be said that it was the acme of what Jiang Fengqiao had seen in his life, and there were all kinds of weirdness, so he was extremely impressed.

Seeing him not moving at this moment, he couldn't help asking.

Qi Huai was stunned for a moment, but immediately shook his head, as if surprised, he found the room farthest from the main hall, and said to Jiang Fengqiao, "This one."

Jiang Fengqiao took a look, Huang Zijiu, so he recorded it.

After everyone had chosen their rooms, he clapped his hands and called people to gather in front of the hall.

"It's late today, and you need a good rest when you first come up to the mountain, so I will inform you about various matters related to the entrance tomorrow. I work at sunrise and rest at sunset. My cold mountain gate starts with the morning bell and evening drum. Rest. So when you hear the bell tomorrow, you will get up and gather in front of this hall, and I will wait here. Don’t be late, don’t be late, practice is not a day’s work, I hope you all have a good start.”

The 19 people are all newcomers to the mountain. Where have they seen such a great sect of immortal sects like Hanshanmen before?There was a kind of longing and nostalgia in his heart, and he was a little trembling. Now that Jiang Fengqiao said, there were still people who dared not to obey, and they responded one after another.

Jiang Fengqiao nodded and asked them to go back to rest. Seeing that everyone had entered the house, he said to the deacon disciples beside him, "It's the first time to go up the mountain, prepare some supper for them."

"Yes."

It is estimated that after a day of tossing, they are all hungry.

The deacon disciple took the order, and Jiang Fengqiao was the only one in front of the Chuji Pavilion.

He walked down the steps and saw the dense forest around him, and he was not in a hurry to go back to his house, but walked through the forest at leisure.

The Cold Mountain Jue has been cultivated to the sixth level, and it is about to break through the stage of entraining qi into the body, reaching the realm of refining qi and transforming into a god, but Jiang Fengqiao's heart is not getting more stable day by day.He practiced according to the Dharma formula, always feeling irritable, but he didn't know who to ask for a solution to the master's retreat...

Jiang Fengqiao tapped his temples with his fingers, and the feeling of anxiety came up again.

There was a cold light in his eyes, he frowned tightly, pinched his hands with his fingers gathered in his sleeve robe, and suppressed the rising anxiety.

The ancient pine on the side has a weird shape, and the trunk is curved, giving people a feeling of strength.The branch shook and made some noise.

Jiang Fengqiao's footsteps suddenly stopped, everything was silent, there was no sound in the forest, and it was almost winter, so there could be no cicadas or birds singing.A feeling of being watched rose from his heart for no reason.

"Who is here!"

Resisting the strange anxiety in his heart, Jiang Fengqiao's face turned cold, and he had already clenched the hilt of the Zangxue Sword.

He stopped drinking, and it spread in the forest.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed across the forest in the distance. The faster one was Jiang Fengqiao's sword.

All of a sudden, there was only a flash of sword light, which took Jiang Fengqiao's figure like lightning, and raised his hand to stab - there was more than ten distances from where he was standing to when he drew the sword Zhang, but to him it's just like teleportation.

Too fast, resulting in visual residue.

Only when he stabbed out with a sword, did the afterimage behind him disappear completely.

At that time, the sword pierced the black shadow, but it seemed to be piercing into the void, and then it was nailed into the tree trunk. Countless leaves were shaken off by the sword, and Jiang Fengqiao's body was stained.

Zang Xuejian was half buried in the tree trunk, but Jiang Fengqiao slowly pulled it out.

The shadow came and went quickly.

Coming and going without a trace, his cultivation must be above him.

This matter is different, and should be reported to the elders.

The sharp light in his eyes faded, and Jiang Fengqiao calmed down.The previous anxiety was gone, but a deeper worry made him purse his thin lips tightly.

His eyes flicked over the deep sword marks on the tree trunk, and even he could feel the strong murderous intent——

Jiang Fengqiao felt that there might be some problems with his practice.