The rivers and lakes are full of vests

When Yin and Mao alternated, Fu Peibai woke up spontaneously, and the room was pitch black. She turned over and sat up, a series of inner strength and mental methods flashed in her mind, and then luckily began to meditate.

As usual, after running for a small week, there will be a heat flow from the dantian first, flowing to the limbs, the whole body is like being immersed in a warm and comfortable warm spring, and the body and mind are ironed and comfortable.

But in a short while, Dantian stagnated, and suddenly a gust of cold air came out, hitting her head, entangled with the heat in her body, she frowned impatiently, took a deep breath, and suppressed the undercurrent in her body.

The two streams of air seemed to be competing for the ownership of her body, and they did not fade away from each other. Compared with the past, this time it was even worse. She already had a faint feeling of being unstoppable, her heart was beating violently, and after a while, her body suddenly Trembling forward, he coughed in the quiet room.

This movement woke Xie Jingming up. He rubbed his eyes, stared at the vague figure on the opposite bed and asked, "A Pei, what's wrong with you?"

Fu Peibai took a heavy breath, cleared his throat and said, "It's okay, you can continue to sleep."

After Xie Jingming fell asleep, she wiped the corners of her mouth. The dark redness of her fingertips under the moonlight reflected deeply into her pupils.

She was stunned for a moment, her face gradually calmed down, and she slowly closed her eyes after lying down.

When she woke up again, the hour had just passed, she got up and Xie Jingming washed up and went to the dining hall to have breakfast, and then met Wei Xiao, the three of them ate at the same table, and went to the school grounds together after eating.

When we arrived, there were already people standing in twos and threes on the school grounds, all of them were wearing white school uniforms, looking good.

"A Pei, wait, wait and see which hall master you will be assigned to. I hope that we are in the same hall."

Fu Peibai smiled lightly, but said nothing.

Soon the heavy and long bell rang in the large school grounds. When everyone heard it, they returned to their positions and formed four neat square teams. Only Fu Peibai stood outside the team, which seemed a little abrupt.

When the bell rang, four middle-aged men in long robes and long sleeves walked onto the high platform of the school field. They were the four who were in charge of the first round of the competition when Fu Peibai participated in the entrance examination last year.

The leader was a man with a strong figure and a resolute face. He saw Fu Peibai who was outside the team at a glance, and asked loudly: "Are you the one who the suzerain broke an exception and brought into the sect?"

All eyes looked at the young man outside the arena, and Fu Peibai replied loudly, neither humble nor overbearing: "Yes."

The man nodded, and then started talking with the three people behind him, as if discussing Fu Peibai's ownership.

After a while, another man stood up. This man's cheekbones were high and his eyes were like falcons. He spoke in a rather cold tone, "Since it is the suzerain's permission, you can sit under my seat." , he raised his finger and pointed to the rightmost queue.

Fu Peibai was too far away from the high platform, so he couldn't see the man's face clearly, but hearing the other person's tone, he didn't seem to want to see him, but for some reason, he could only lift his legs and walk to the rightmost queue, and he was at the end of the queue. He saw Mo Qingyuan staring back at her gloomyly in the rows ahead.

She looked away, wondering why she always ran into this guy, she didn't want to cause trouble, and she didn't want to provoke others, but things always happened to her, thinking of these, she felt a little depressed.

But soon, she caught a glimpse of Wei Xiao in the team again, and Wei Xiao smiled kindly at her. There was someone she knew, which made her feel a little more at ease.

The bell rang again, everyone stood up straight, and following the sound of "start" on the high platform, they all drew their sabers and practiced the sword style.

Fu Peibai has never learned Tianji swordsmanship, and he doesn't have a sword in his hand, so he can only stand there helplessly, watching other people practice swords.

The four hall masters on the high platform didn't seem to intend to pay attention to her, and after they were done, they watched the other disciples practice.

She clenched her fist, took a deep breath, and punched her whole body.

Although she was at the end of the entire team, her posture and movements were completely different from the neat others, and soon attracted the attention of the four hall masters.

"Senior brother, have you seen that person's movement?"

"Well, this movement looks familiar."

"I remembered! Isn't this the whole body fist of the Mingxiao sect? How could this kid do it?!"

As soon as this remark came out, their faces all changed, "Mingxiao Sect disappeared ten years ago, and all the secrets of its exercises have been lost. Where did he learn it from? Could it be that there is a Mingxiao Sect hermit behind him?" Expert advice?"

All four of them fell silent, each with their own thoughts, and then the man with falcon eyes walked towards Fu Peibai. When he walked up to him, he sized up Fu Peibai and said in a deep voice, "Stop."

Fu Peibai stopped his movements and raised his hands in a bow, "The disciple has met the hall master."

"Where did you learn this set of movements?"

"Occasionally I got an ancient book and learned from it."

"What is the name of the book?"

"nameless."

The man's eyes became more and more gloomy. He suddenly raised his hand and struck Fu Peibai's shoulder.

This inexplicable attack came so suddenly that Fu Peibai was totally unprepared. Even after receiving this blow, she took two steps back. She coughed twice, her face was shocked and puzzled, "Master, you..."

The man withdrew his hand and snorted coldly: "What you have learned is not my sect's movement method, so don't practice it again in the future. If I find out again, I won't be able to accommodate you in the hall." After saying that, he walked away.

The people around bowed their heads and whispered in their ears, only Wei Xiao came over and asked with concern: "Brother Fu, are you alright?"

Fu Peibai took a deep breath, calmed down and said, "I'm fine."

For the rest of the morning, she could only stand aside and watch everyone practice swords and martial arts. Until the lunch break, when everyone dispersed, Xie Jingming came over and expressed concern, "Ah, Ah Pei, are you okay?"

Fu Peibai shook his head, and saw Mo Qingyuan coming over again, with his hands behind his back, looking arrogant, "Brother Fu's boxing technique just now is really powerful, so angry."

Fu Peibai didn't even bother to give him a look, and after telling Xie Jingming to leave, he went to the dining hall first, leaving Mo Qingyuan gnashing his teeth where he was.

At the dinner table, Wei Xiao took the initiative to sit with them again and served them. Seeing Fu Peibai's gloomy expression, he comforted: "Master Fu, don't worry, you may not know something. There is a personal grievance, so you should stop practicing that set of boxing in front of him in the future, and just practice secretly by yourself."

Fu Peibai frowned and said, "Senior Brother Wei, how do you know that I am fighting the Ming Xiao school's boxing technique?"

Fu Peibai was puzzled for a moment, then quickly understood, and asked, "You mean that the boxing technique I practiced is the technique of the Mingxiao sect?"

Wei Xiao was also surprised, "You don't even know the exercises you practice?"

"I just learned it by accident from an ancient book."

"That's really amazing, the Ming Xiao Sect was one of the only sword sects that could keep pace with the Tianji Sect back then, and there were so many masters in the sect, they were all the rage at the moment.

"It's just that for some reason, it suddenly disappeared in the Jianghu ten years ago, and there is no more news of it. All the secret books of the martial arts in the sect have been lost. I didn't expect it to be learned by you by accident. It seems to be a coincidence. I just don't know the reason. Where did Xiaojian fall?"

Fu Peibai's face became serious, he thought of Meng Yan, and his heart was full of confusion, could Brother Meng be a disciple of Mingxiao Sect?Then why would he live in seclusion here again, willing to be a handyman, and old man Wen, they are brothers, they must belong to the same school.

Mingxiao faction, what happened back then?

She looked at Wei Xiao and asked, "Where does the Ming Xiao Sword come from?"

"Ming Xiao Sword is the treasure of Ming Xiao Sect's township sect. It is the head sword. It is said that this sword was forged by Duan Wushou, the master swordsmith, using black iron from the North Sea. The sword body is flexible and can be bent and hidden at the waist. The internal force of the whole body can make the sword straight again, and there is no sharp blade in the world that can break it.

"After Duan Wushou made this sword, he gave it to Yan Mingxiao, who was known as the Sword Immortal at that time, and then passed away. With the help of this sword, Yan Mingxiao was able to establish a sect."

Xie Jingming opened his jaw slightly and praised: "Good, what a powerful sword."

Fu Peibai frowned when he heard that, "Is there no news about the disappearance of the Mingxiao faction?"

Wei Xiao took a piece of food with chopsticks, and said while eating: "Of course there are, but it's just gossip, which is quite outrageous."

"Brother Wei, let's hear it."

Seeing the curiosity on Fu Peibai's face, Wei Xiao put down his chopsticks and said seriously, "There is a saying that two disciples of the Xiao Sect coveted the elder's wife at the same time, and then poisoned the elder and violated the elder's wife." After killing the elder's wife, after the Dongchuang incident, the rest of the disciples were outraged, and the faction was divided into two camps to fight.

"In the end, when no one lives, the Ming Xiao Sect will be torn apart. You can't be far off the mark. The wife of the Great Elder of the Ming Xiao Sect at the time is already in her sixtieth year. How could it cause chaos among the disciples?" said Wei Xiao. After finishing, I felt outrageous, shook my head and smiled.

"And what else?"

"Is there anything else, let me think about it, um... There is another theory that the Mingxiao faction is also involved in the Dengling dispute, Dengling, you know?"

Fu Peibai nodded.

Wei Xiao continued: "It is said that the Mingxiao sect hid the fragments of the Dengling Mausoleum, and everyone was innocent, but conceived a crime, so they were jointly assassinated by other sects and disappeared, but this rumor is also irrational.

"For one thing, the Mingxiao faction has always been aloof from the world, indifferent to fame and fortune, and is unlikely to get involved in disputes in the Jianghu for the treasure of Dengling. Second, with the strength of the Mingxiao faction, it is unlikely that all the families will be wiped out overnight. , so this rumor should not be believed lightly, as for the truth about the disappearance of the Mingxiao faction, future generations will naturally not know."

Climbing the tomb, climbing the tomb again, Fu Peibai thought of what the storyteller in the wine shop said about climbing the tomb last time. In the past hundred years, so many famous people born in the world, and magnificent events have all flowed into the long river of history. Only this secret treasure of climbing the tomb It has survived for more than a hundred years, and it still stirs the turbulent undercurrent under the rivers and lakes.

She couldn't help being curious about this, "Senior brother Wei, based on your knowledge, do you think Dengling really exists?"

Wei Xiao smiled, "That's natural. If it's fake, then has it become a joke that the rivers and lakes and temples have been fighting for nothing in the past hundred years?"

Fu Peibai nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He was meditating while eating.