Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

Recently, two major events happened in Qingheng Mountain.

Firstly, Fu Yaoye, the closed disciple of Master Mu Gui, successfully established the foundation two months ago, becoming the youngest foundation-establishing monk in the cultivation world;

The second is Dabi, a disciple of all sects in Qingheng Mountain.

Qingheng Mountain holds a disciple competition every five years. Apart from monitoring the results of the disciples' daily practice, it also intends for the disciples of the five peaks to compete and get to know each other.

But this competition is quite special.

The top of the hall is high and wide, with twelve white jade pillars lined up on both sides.The ground is paved with Qingheng Mountain's unique blue stone bricks, which are polished clean and smooth, and people can almost be seen.

Lu Mengsheng looked at the disciples below, and after looking around for a week, he announced: "This year's disciple competition is ahead of schedule, and it will start in January."

Xiao Jianyuan stood at the forefront of the disciples' queue and raised his head upon hearing this.

The main seat of the main hall is empty, and the other five elders sit at the lower end.Lu Mengsheng was still unsmiling, sitting in the middle; Yan Li was sitting on his left side, slowly shaking his fan; the only female elder, Zhong Yurong, was sitting upright with a beautiful face and a Guqin on her lap.

The other two elders sat on the east and west sides, because they didn't appear much in the original novel, and their sense of presence was extremely low, and Xiao Jianyuan was not very familiar with them either.

Next to Zhong Yurong on the east side, the old man holding a pear-wood walking stick is Dong Changying, the elder who manages Sumeru Hall, and he has been stranded in the stage of transformation for a long time.It is heard that a hundred years ago, he voluntarily resigned from the position in charge of Wufeng and concentrated on breaking through, but failed.

The middle-aged man on the west side is Li Yuanbei, the elder of Changyan Peak. His face is expressionless, and his eyes are bruised.Xiao Jianyuan stood close and seemed to see a small scratch on the side of his neck.

Xiao Jianyuan was startled, and was about to see clearly, but met Li Yuanbei's gloomy gaze.He reached out and pulled the collar to cover his neck.

Xiao Jianyuan smiled awkwardly at him.

"...Because the realm of Yundu is about to open."

The disciples in the hall were in an uproar.

Xiao Jianyuan was startled, he turned his head and stared closely at Lu Mengsheng on the stage.

The realm of Yundu is the secret realm where the original body planted the devil-devouring grass for Xiao Jianyuan.

"Quiet!"

Yan Lihe fan, the handle of the fan hit the armrest of the grand master's chair, and the hall fell silent.

"Although Yundu Realm is the biggest secret realm, disciples from all sects have to go there," Lu Mengsheng said slowly, "The number of places to go to Yundu Realm is limited, so the top [-] who won the disciple competition Only two disciples are eligible to enter."

Xiao Jianyuan was faintly excited.

In "Into the Gods with Demons", the realm of Yundu can be said to be the turning point of Fu Yaoye's life. He was contaminated with monsters there for no reason, which led to him being slandered and cultivating demons. After that, there were all kinds of tragic and aggrieved plots.

If Fu Yaoye hadn't been able to enter the realm of Yundu...

"Wake up, what are you thinking." The system said coolly, "If it weren't for you, no one would have framed him. It would be easier. Why didn't you kill yourself in the first place?"

Xiao Jianyuan: "..."

He actually felt that what the system said made sense...

"The Realm of Cloud Crossing is one of the important plots in this book, accounting for [-]% of the plot in the book," the system continued: "And according to Fu Yaoye's aptitude and the protagonist's aura, how could he not be in the top [-]?"

Xiao Jianyuan touched his chin, thought for a while and said, "That's right."

During the gap between the conversations in his mind and the system, Xiao Jianyuan was subconsciously distracted, and looked sideways at Fu Yaoye behind him.

The young man was wearing a moon-white Taoist uniform of Qingheng Mountain, with a white jade belt of cloud brocade around his waist, and the outer robe was embroidered with complicated cloud patterns with silver thread, adding to the extravagance.

His eyebrows were lowered, and there was no sadness or joy on his face. The disciples around him were all talking about this news, but he stood alone, out of place, and stood indifferently.

Fu Yaoye seemed to feel that someone was watching him, and suddenly raised his eyes.

The young man's eyes were exquisite and beautiful, with black and white distinct, clear and clean when looking at people, but at this time the eye sockets were slightly red, the dark eyes were mixed with strong emotions, and the red mark on his forehead was like a kindling that was about to ignite.

Fu Yaoye just lingered on him for a moment, then looked away indifferently.

Shocked by the emotion in his eyes, Xiao Jianyuan opened his mouth, and was about to speak out when his name was suddenly called: "Sheng Lang."

He had no choice but to turn around and look up at Lu Mengsheng.

"As the first disciple of Qingheng Mountain, you are in charge of this disciple competition and supervise the peaks."

Xiao Jianyuan bowed and saluted: "Yes."

Lu Mengsheng stood up, glanced at all the disciples below, and said in a deep voice: "If anyone cheats for personal gain, he will be severely punished!"

"Let's all go away."

Xiao Jianyuan hurriedly walked a few steps faster, and saw Fu Yaoye and Lu Ziyuan walking together, he paused.

In the back of all the disciples leaving, the young man was as thin as a bamboo. He lowered his head slightly and talked to the girl in a low voice.

Fu Yaoye glanced, and seemed to see Xiao Jianyuan behind him, but he didn't stop, ended the conversation with Lu Ziyuan with a few words, and then went down the steps and left alone.

Just as Xiao Jianyuan raised his foot to take a step, he stopped stiffly.

The blue sky and the sky are full of thousands of mountains.At this time, the weather is getting warmer, Changhua Peak is full of greenery, white waterfalls, ancient trees, splashing water curtains, old trees and green vines; there is a wind in the valley from time to time, like the sound of waves, echoing endlessly.

A young man with a jade crown and green clothes, with sculpted eyebrows and sculpted eyes, held a long sword behind him, and he swung the sword again, swinging the sword wantonly and freely.

The long sword pointed straight, and the icy blade seemed to be coated with a layer of frost, with the word "Tianshu" engraved on it.

Xiao Jianyuan has been practicing sword here for half an hour.

He and Fu Yaoye were injured when they went down the mountain more than two months ago, and people came to visit him almost every day.

Elder Lu even more, every time he came, he had to check on his injuries, and when he saw that Xiao Jianyuan was able to go to the ground, he drove him to practice swords.

But he hadn't seen Fu Yaoye for three days.

There were only the two of them in Changhua Peak, Xiao Jianyuan went to Fu Yaoye's residence several times, but he never saw Fu Yaoye.

Some time ago it was fine, when the injury was still not healed, one brother at a time, running here every day, why suddenly...

Xiao Jianyuan suddenly remembered the look in the boy's eyes that day.

He froze, confiscated the sword, and was almost torn through his robe by his own sword energy.

"Brother?"

A familiar voice sounded behind him, and Xiao Jianyuan quickly put away his sword.

It was Fu Yaoye who hadn't seen him for three days.

Fu Yaoye was dressed in plain and simple Taoist robes, and his expression was still cold. He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Elder Lu didn't find you, so he asked me to come and see you."

Xiao Jianyuan was taken aback for a moment, and looked around, and sure enough, he saw a few tattered sound-transmitting paper cranes in the grass.

"Ah, I've been practicing swords, I didn't notice."

The paper crane had been pierced by the sword energy just now, Elder Lu's voice was also stuttering, and the content of the sound transmission was incomplete.

Seeing that Fu Yaoye was about to turn around and leave, Xiao Jianyuan quickly called to him: "Junior Brother!"

Fu Yaoye stopped and asked, "What's the matter, brother?"

Seeing his appearance, Xiao Jianyuan was a little flustered.

In the past, although Fu Yaoye seldom talked, his coldness was different from indifference, and he would never talk to Xiao Jianyuan with such an attitude.

Xiao Jianyuan began to look for something to say: "You... Do you know why Elder Lu is looking for me?"

Fu Yaoye replied: "I don't know."

"Ah, then I'll ask myself." Xiao Jianyuan hurried to catch up with him, "I'll go with you."

On the mountain road, there are bursts of birds chirping, and occasionally a few spirit beasts can be seen.

Xiao Jianyuan walked beside Fu Yaoye: "I haven't seen my junior brother much these days, where have you been?"

Fu Yaoye answered concisely: "The library."

"The library, it's very good, very good, read more books if you have nothing to do, and senior brother will recommend you some sword books..."

"Brother," Fu Yaoye interrupted him, stopped in his tracks, still lowered his head and focused his gaze, "I won't go to the library today."

The two stopped at the fork in the road, and the path on the left led directly to Fu Yaoye's residence.

The forest was overcast, and the bright sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the leaves, reflecting on Fu Yaoye's robe.

Xiao Jianyuan stood on the stone steps, watching him walk towards the depths of the woods: "That's fine."

He turned around and went down the mountain. Before he had walked a few steps, he was suddenly stopped by Fu Yaoye:

"Brother."

The young man's voice has begun to mature, it is a somewhat deep voice: "Brother, I still don't understand the sword formula last time,"

He kept his eyebrows closed and did not look directly at Xiao Jianyuan: "Can senior brother tell me tomorrow?"

Xiao Jianyuan opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Of course!"

Lu Mengsheng sipped his tea, "Why are you so happy today?"

Xiao Jianyuan was a little puzzled: "Huh?"

Lu Mengsheng raised his eyes and looked at him: "Look at the corner of your mouth, it's almost up to the sky."

Xiao Jianyuan touched his face, but didn't notice it.

Lu Mengsheng didn't pay much attention to it, and asked, "How many floors have you built the foundation now?"

Xiao Jianyuan replied: "Eight layers of foundation building."

"Well, not bad," Lu Mengsheng nodded, and said, "I'll be in the Concentration state soon."

"When you practice by yourself, don't forget your junior brother, and bring him with you." Lu Mengsheng pointed the edge of the table, and said: "The time for your master's retreat is undecided, and there are few swordsmen in Qingheng Mountain, so we have nothing to teach you. .”

Sword cultivation is a bitter road, even more difficult than Buddhist cultivation, and there are very few people who have proved the Tao.Now in the comprehension world, only the Canglan Sect is full of sword cultivators, and Sword Master He Guang is the elder of this sect.

But thousands of years ago, sword cultivators in the cultivation world were respected by Mount Qingheng.

Immortal Qingheng, the founder of the sect, and Zhenren Yaozhen, the 320th generation leader, are all amazing swordsmen.

Now, in Qingheng Mountain, only Master Mu Gui sticks to this way, and even his disciples are only Yuanshen and Fu Yaoye.

Lu Mengsheng took out two simple ancient books and handed them to Xiao Jianyuan: "This is the sword technique that your master once practiced. Go back and take a closer look."

Xiao Jianyuan took it over: "Yes, elder."

Lu Mengsheng asked again: "This time the disciple competition, do you know what it is?"

Lu Mengsheng was a little uncertain about what he meant, and replied: "The disciple will definitely do his best."

Lu Mengsheng snorted coldly: "Hmph, do your best? No matter what you do, you must be the number one in the competition."

Xiao Jianyuan: "..."

"You are my first disciple in Qingheng Mountain, if you are not the first, don't you feel ashamed?"

Xiao Jianyuan sighed in his heart, and replied, "Yes."

"Also, you will lead the team in the Cloud Crossing Realm this time."

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"Magic to God":

"...'The realm of Yundu is only eligible to enter the top [-] disciples in the Grand Competition.'

The realm of Yundu?

Fu Yaoye heard Su Baimu and Sheng Lang whispering beside him: "It only blooms once in a hundred years... I heard that there are many exotic flowers and plants in it." '

Sheng Lang said: "You are only thinking about those flowers and plants. '

"Yo, you still look down on these flowers and plants," said Su Baimu, "don't look for me next time. '

……

Lu Mengsheng stood on the stage and said loudly: "Disciple Dabi, you, Sheng Lang, are in charge." '

Sheng Lang bowed and said, "Yes. '

......"