Han Shan's Sword Unsheathed

Before Meng Xueli reached the square in front of the main hall, she heard the noise of people.

A huge monster came into view, it was a three-story building, a gray-blue cloud boat of more than seven feet, with a sword pattern painted on the hull.More than a thousand people gathered around the cloud boat. Meng Xueli looked from a distance from the mountain road and saw crowds of people moving around, like countless ants, circling around a huge pancake.

The sun had not yet risen, and the wind was bleak, but the disciples who were about to board the ship were full of spirits, unaware of the coldness.Their fellow disciples or friends came to see them off, gathered around those disciples, with envious and regretful expressions, envious that others had the opportunity to go, but they could not go by themselves.

"Brother, you will definitely be in the top [-] in this competition."

"Top [-]? I'm aiming for the top [-], wait and hear my good news."

"If you meet people from Mingyue Lake, remember to teach them a lesson for me."

"No problem! I also heard that there are rare spiritual grasses everywhere in the secret realm. When I pick them up, I will weave grasshoppers for you."

Everyone talked and laughed loudly, and there was no sad atmosphere of parting in the square.

The Master of Ziyan Peak stood at the bow of the boat, with his purple skirt fluttering in the wind, and smiled softly, "It's time, we should set off."

The personal disciple behind her shouted loudly: "Board——"

It happened that Meng Xueli was walking towards the side of the boat with a hand stove in his arms, and everyone made way to open the way and saluted him.In just a few days, the news of his breakthrough in concentration has spread in Hanshan.It's just that people looked at him with complicated eyes and always suspected that he had taken some kind of elixir.

"Hello, Elder Meng." "Good morning, Elder Meng."

Meng Xueli is currently in the early stage of Concentration Realm, and the 150 disciples who traveled this time are mainly in the late stage of Concentration Realm and early stage of Barrier Breaking Realm.

Only a sect as profound as the Hanshan Sword Sect can send out such a large number of young geniuses.

Ordinary monks often reach the threshold of the barrier-breaking realm until they are six or seventy years old. After barely breaking through, they can no longer be promoted, and can only spend their entire lives in the barrier-breaking realm, exhausting their lifespan.

Meng Xueli stepped on the steps to board the cloud boat.The Lord of Ziyan Peak welcomed him to the top of the building: "Sit down and have something to eat, we will be there soon."

Meng Xueli nodded her thanks, sat on the soft chair by the railing, and looked down.The disciples jumped up, jumped onto the deck with ease, and swung their swords vigorously at the brothers and sisters who saw them off. They could vaguely hear shouts from both sides on and off the boat.

A group of deacons began to disperse the crowd in the square.When the huge cloud ship is launched, the airflow is violent, and an open space is required.

Suddenly Ziyan Peak Lord asked: "Playing cards? The road is boring."

"Ah?" Meng Xueli said in a daze, "I don't know..." I don't know any cards.

While speaking, there was a violent jolt, and he subconsciously grabbed the railing beside him.

Ziyan Peak Master smiled and said: "That's right, it's your first time to take a boat, you must feel fresh, just look at Liuyun."

After saying that, he summoned three female disciples who were handed down by him, and the four of them walked to the cabin: "I won't pay today, and I will spend two laps with Master."

For the first time, Meng Xueli had doubts about her gentle and loving image.

The turbulence ended, the cloud boat went up, and the square and the golden dome of the main hall shrank rapidly.The snow-covered rolling mountains are half covered with light golden light by the rising sun, while the other half is still sleeping in darkness.

Meng Xueli saw a bit of emerald green in the black and white, fleeting, it was his Changchun Peak.

Later, everything was covered by a vast cloud.The cloud boat is protected by formations, as if it is a world of its own, which has nothing to do with the howling cold wind around it.

Meng Xueli sighed in her heart, this is at least much more stable than the peacock.The peacock always likes to show off its skills when it carries him on its back. Its wings spread six feet long, and it flies up and down, stopping and turning quickly, making the demon dizzy and vomiting.

The creation wisdom of human monks.He knocked on the melon seeds and thought so.

……

After Meng Xueli left, the sect head summoned two disciples from Changchun Peak.

"What are your arrangements for practice in the next three months? Are you confused about practicing swords recently?"

He mainly asked Xiao Tingyun, and Yu Qishu was incidental.

Under normal circumstances, unless they are elders of the same clan, they will not teach other people's apprentices at will in front of others.If he cared too much about Xiao Tingyun's progress in practice, it would be like accusing Meng Xueli of being incompetent in teaching.

But now that Meng Xueli is traveling far away and his master is not around, as the head of the sect, there is nothing wrong with guiding the talented juniors.

Yu Qishu looked at senior brother.

Ji Xiao said: "There is no confusion, I am going to go back to the peak to retreat for three months, and explore the threshold of the state of concentration."

The head of the sect was surprised: "Don't be in a hurry, haste makes waste, and it's better to fight steadily."

Yu Qishu was actually even more surprised, when am I going to fumble for the threshold of concentration?

Ji Xiao calmly said, "No hurry."

The headmaster hesitated and said: "Have you ever been to Play Jianping? Your seniors often compete there, why don't you start retreating after you win ten games in Jianping." Such a request is not too much.Among the new generation of disciples, the best ones have now gone to the Vast Sea Secret Realm.Most of the rest are in the Qi refining period, or those who think that their combat power is insufficient.

Ji Xiao said, "It's easy."

In Yu Qishu's mind, Meng Xueli and Xiao Tingyun were both monsters, unfathomable, and immediately echoed, "Easy, easy."

Ji Xiao: "Junior brother will go for me, he will play twenty games."

Yu Qishu froze.

Jixiao said to him, "Build your self-confidence for you." He always fights against himself and gets beaten unilaterally. After a long time, it is inevitable to be frustrated.

Yu Qishu bit the bullet and said: "Yes, I was taught by the elder brother, he is much better than me. If I can win, he will definitely be fine."

The question is, can I?

After the two saluted and retreated, the sect leader sighed slightly, and Peak Master Chongbi advised him: "You should relax. At that time, the main hall was accepting disciples and asked everyone to tell about the confusion. Only he said 'there is no confusion'. In my opinion, This kind of genius has to be self-taught, and it doesn't matter what the master teaches, whether he knows how to teach." Just like Ji Xiao and Hu Si back then.

The headmaster thought for a while: "It makes sense." If he were to teach Ji Xiao how to practice swords, even Ji Xiao, who had just entered the Tao, would not dare to teach him.

……

The giant ship sails in the sea of ​​clouds.

Although Meng Xueli didn't know how to play cards, there were three disciples sitting around him, forming a table for four.

It was the real person in charge who arranged to form a team with him, Zhang Suyuan, Li Wei, and He Ming of Chongbi Peak.Coincidentally, Meng Xueli only found out a few days ago that these three people were also the ones who brought his big apprentice into the cold mountain from the remote mountain village.

The leader has a firm attitude, and believes that the secret realm is no one-on-one than Yanjianping, the environment is complex, and team formation is safer.

In fact, Meng Xueli likes to fight alone, without a companion to rely on, the battle is more valiant.What's more, in the wild natural environment, it is complicated and dangerous for others, but it is like a fish in water for him.

Teams in the secret realm have a long history, not only with the sects, but also with closely related sects, such as Mingyue Lake and Wuyin Temple, and occasionally form a few teams for sword repair battles and talisman repair formations.Generally no more than six people.

This number is not a certain rule, but the experience of blood and tears of predecessors.

Once the size of the team expands, disputes will inevitably increase.Because the secret realm competition is a point system, the individual rankings are ranked by points.How to distribute the loot obtained in the secret realm?How is everyone's contribution to the squad measured?Do not suffer from widowhood, but from inequality.They are all young people with vigorous blood, and no one will obey anyone.

It is not enough for the captain to have prestige, the team members must also be familiar with each other and trust each other.

No one knows what will happen between people under the test of extreme conditions.

In the past, there were relatives and friends from the same school who turned against each other after the end of the secret realm, and there were also enemies who hated each other. They were forced to share weal and woe in the secret realm and forged a deep friendship.There is nothing impossible about the so-called "becoming good friends in the face of disaster, and becoming a married couple before death".

Zhang Suyuan asked: "Elder Meng, have you read the topographic map?" The secret place is huge, and the topographic map was drawn by senior monks from memory.

Meng Xueli nodded.

Li Wei said: "Okay, let's go with Elder Meng. We will go wherever you say."

"Elder Meng, don't be afraid, we..." Before He Ming finished speaking, he was winked by his two companions, knowing that he had slipped his words, and lowered his head angrily.After all, they are juniors, so they have to worry about the face of the elders.

Meng Xueli: "I'm not afraid." When Brother Meng gets off the boat, I'll show you off.

At some point, the surrounding light gradually dimmed, and the white clouds disappeared without a trace.Outside the cloud boat, there was a hazy yellow cloud of dust.

Peak Lord Ziyan had just drawn a good deal of cards, so he had to let go, and walked out with three personal disciples: "We are almost there."

The cloud boat hovered among the dim dust, and the lively talking and laughing disciples on the deck calmed down and looked around curiously.

In the Three Realms, the airspace is not absolutely safe.

Some airspace is full of thunderstorms, such as the sky over Sword Tomb.Some airspaces are dust and sandstorms, such as the sky over the vast sea.

The vast sea is not a sea, but a vast desert.

As the saying goes, "If you are not very brave, you can't go to the Gobi Desert." Very few mortals and lowly monks dare to set foot in this desert.

In the hinterland of the vast sea, the entrance to the secret realm is hidden.

Meng Xueli asked, "Aren't we going to land?"

The Ziyan peak master explained: "Just wait, according to the rules, everyone must be present and the jade talisman must be clicked before they can land. It won't be long, everyone is in a hurry."

The cultivator's vision is far away, through the yellow sand, Meng Xueli saw a light blue cloud boat parked about twenty feet away in front of him, with green pine sails hanging high.

The Lord of Ziyan Peak followed his gaze: "That's Songfeng Valley. After our boat, Nanling Temple and Beiming Mountain have also arrived."

If you look down from a higher sky, you can see countless flying magic weapons of all kinds gathered from different directions, hovering over the vast expanse of the vast sea and desert.

The six major sects rode in giant cloud boats, and the middle-sized families rode in chariots. Occasionally, a few single-person flying boats rowed by, and it was the arrival of unknown minor sects.

There is always someone who can see all of this. It used to be Ji Xiao who stood on the clouds and looked down.

Hanshan disciples gathered on the deck of the cloud boat, suddenly the light above their heads became darker.Everyone looked up, only to see a red shadow flying quickly, like a red cloud.

Han Shan's huge cloud boat was completely shrouded by the crimson shadow that covered the sky.

The master of Ziyan Peak showed a dignified expression, walked to the bow of the boat, looked at the red cloud and said loudly: "The master of the realm is here, I'm sorry."

The person who came was actually the master of Tianhu Great Realm.

Everyone was surprised and got up to salute.Hanshan Sword Cultivator is proud, and he only pays half a respect to the strong of other factions, even saints.

Hu Si ignored it, after he was sanctified, he was still the same.

The Lord of the Heavenly Lake Great Realm stood up, put on a robe under the service of two concubines, pushed open the window, glanced at the densely packed flying magic weapons in the air below, and asked casually:

"Are my siblings here?"

The sage asked and fell from the sky.Like rolling thunder, it reverberates for a long time.

So in the entire airspace, in the silence of all sects and sects, only his words were heard:

"Am I—brother—sister—are——"

"Are you there--"

Meng Xueli was shocked and speechless.

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