Han Shan's Sword Unsheathed

Outside the cold mountains, the wind and snow stopped.Going south for three thousand miles, the temperature gradually warmed up.

The mountains in the clouds are like a natural barrier, dividing the mainland into north and south.

At sunset, tired birds return to their nests, and smoke rises from the town at the foot of the mountain.

The food shop in the small town usually has a good business. Hunters who enter the mountains and caravans traveling from north to south often pass by. They rest in the town, have some hot soup and rice, and drink a few bowls of fortifying wine.

At this time, it was quiet, only a table of guests sitting in the corner.There were four of them, three white-clothed youths and a commoner-clothed youth.

The boy's face was pale, and he coughed twice from time to time.

The young people, with clean clothes and swords around their waists, are obviously practitioners.

The border between the north and the south is a three-way boundary. Ordinary people go out and don't want to provoke monks, so they stay away from it.

The three monks sat upright, neither drinking tea nor alcohol, just waiting for the ordinary boy to eat vegetables and soup, showing great patience.

Suddenly one person frowned, as if aware of something, his face was annoyed: "Senior Brother Zhang, those people are still following us!"

"Okay!" The round-faced cultivator opposite him smiled angrily, "It's best to go back to Hanshan with us!"

These days, the three of them took the young man on the road, changing the waterway to the mountain road, and flying the magic weapon to walk. No matter how they change, there are always a few auras, not close or far behind.

The young man known as Senior Brother Zhang had a gentle temperament, and blocked him: "Crossing this mountain tonight is Beidi, and they will not follow."

The round-faced monk was about to speak, but he saw the boy drinking soup raised his head: "Who is it?"

The three monks looked at each other.Ever since he followed them on the road as a teenager, he has always been reticent. He told him anecdotes and strange things in the cultivation world, and he was so curious and excited. This was the first time he asked a question.

Brother Zhang replied: "People from Mingyue Lake."

"Since you have agreed to join my Hanshan Sword Sect, you will be considered our junior brother. To be honest, they are all here for you." Senior brother Zhang decided to say a few more words, "You are the body of the innate sword spirit, and Ji Xiao Jianzun is ordinary, and it is rare to meet in a hundred years. Mingyue Lake is also a sword sect, and naturally wants to accept you as an apprentice."

Because of the Hanhai Grand Competition, various sects in the world attach great importance to the cultivation of young disciples, and this competition even begins with the acceptance of disciples.

With the prestige of Hanshan, tens of thousands of people go up to the mountain to test their roots every spring when they open the mountain to accept apprentices.

In addition, the cultivation families attached to Hanshan Mountain in the north will send outstanding descendants of the clan to the mountain; when the elders and personal disciples of the peaks travel down the mountain, if they meet young children or teenagers with excellent aptitude, they will also bring them back to Hanshan Mountain.

Each of the six sects occupies one side, and they all act in this way.

Mingyue Lake and Hanshan Mountain face each other far away, one south and one north.The two factions have similar standards for talent selection, and this is not the first time that conflicts over disciples have occurred along the border between the north and the south.

The round-faced monk said to the commoner boy: "We recruit disciples in the cultivation world, and we pay attention to your love and my willingness. As long as you don't want to, they can't do anything. Then Mingyue Lake is full of tricks and tricks, don't be deceived!"

The young man nodded, but thought secretly: South and North Mountains respect their own swordsmanship, and think that the other party is not orthodox, and they have been at odds for a long time.but

Listening to the indignant tone of these three people, it doesn't look like a battle of orthodoxy, but a battle of spirits.

When did the young disciples of the two sects have a private grudge?

He was puzzled, so he asked a few more questions.

The two monks slapped the table angrily, and the most stable monk surnamed Zhang explained: "I don't blame everyone for being angry. Two years ago, we went down the mountain for a trip. Passing by Xiliang Town, we accidentally found a boy with good bones. He is slightly inferior to you, but he is also a rare sword-practicing genius. Knowing that he has a destiny of immortality, the boy immediately asked to go back to Hanshan with us. Seeing that everything is in order..."

The round-faced monk said anxiously: "I don't know where Mingyue Lake came from, and I deceived people away with a few words! Don't get me wrong, it's not that my cold mountain is not as good as Mingyue Lake, it's because they are using evil tricks!"

The young man frowned slightly: "What kind of poisonous plan is it?"

"Big disciple of Mingyue Lake, named Jing Di, relying on his male and female appearance, he actually wore a skirt and a hairpin, pretending to be a woman. Poor boy is young and ignorant, he went with the 'gentle and beautiful good senior sister', and he will regret it in the future! Sword cultivator, to use such a shameless method..." He wanted to curse a few words, but he was at a loss for words, so he had to repeat: "It's really shameless!"

"Yes, shameless! I could have exposed him at the time!" Another monk said angrily, "But he was so well dressed, I, I didn't recognize him..."

The round-faced monk said indignantly: "Anyway, when you travel down the mountain after you have successfully cultivated the Tao, you must remember: apart from monsters, the worst thing in the world is Mingyue Lake. They have no bottom line and can do anything."

"Cough cough cough cough."

Hearing that his breath was not smooth, the young man coughed repeatedly.

He thought, this is probably wronging Mingyue Lake.With Yun Xuzi's rigid temperament, he definitely couldn't do the absurd thing of ordering his disciples to disguise himself as a woman. It must be the idea of ​​those disciples themselves.

At this moment, the three monks turned cold and stood up abruptly.

I saw six or seven people walking into the food shop, wearing green coats and carrying swords on their backs.

"You followed all the way, what on earth do you want to do!"

The leader, like the stars and the moon, came striding forward, and said with a loud smile: "Is this the road built by Han Shan? Why can you walk, but I can't!"

"Jing Di! You are too deceitful!" The round-faced monk was about to press his sword to attack.

But the man saluted generously: "So it's fellow Taoist Li Wei, fellow Taoist He Ming, and fellow Taoist Zhang Suyuan. It's been a long time, so don't come here."

Reaching out to not hit the smiling man, Li Wei put down the hilt unwillingly.

Zhang Suyuan returned the gift meticulously: "Friend Daoist Jing, it's been a long time."

A disciple from Mingyue Lake brought chairs, Jing Di brushed off his robes, sat opposite them, and said straight to the point: "Congratulations to your school for finding a good talent."

Zhang Suyuan said indifferently: "I don't know what advice fellow Daoist Jing has?"

"Don't be so nervous, everyone, sit down, sit down." Jing Di smiled: "It is said that the body of the innate sword spirit is rare in thousands of years. I really couldn't hold back my curiosity, so I just wanted to see how miraculous it is. Then Where is the little brother, would you like to show up and see?"

This is indeed a well-informed question.

It turned out that the three of them seemed to stand up angrily, but they blocked the young man tightly behind them, preventing other people from prying eyes.

He Ming said angrily: "Who is your little brother, that is my disciple of Hanshan."

Jing Di refused to give in.He is so conceited that he is one in a million.In time, he dared to compare with Ji Xiao, but the sword master had passed away, so he wanted to see how this lucky boy was better than himself?

Just as the two sides were at a stalemate, there was a sudden coughing sound from behind Brother Han Shan, and the three of them turned around hastily.

Jing Di was slightly surprised, thinking that the legendary innate sword spirit body was actually a sick child?

I saw a thin young man covering his lips with a handkerchief, his complexion was pale, and his cheeks flushed unhealthily because of his severe panting.

But his expression was very calm, as if he was not the one suffering from the illness.

Seeing that this man was sickly, Jing Di shook his head secretly: "Innate sword body, that's all."

Brother Han Shan patted him on the back, the young man thanked him in a low voice, and suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes turned back.

Jing Di was startled.

The boy's eyes are pale, his lips are thin and his nose is straight, and because of his thinness, his face is extremely sharp.

That gaze was not sharp and majestic, but it seemed to have some kind of strange and mind-blowing power, which made his mind go blank for a moment.

When he regained his focus, the boy had lowered his eyes.

Li Wei was afraid that his junior brother would cough up his lungs in the future, so he comforted him: "It doesn't matter, when you go to the cold mountain, the elders will naturally have a panacea to cure your illness."

Jing Di laughed and said, "Little brother, you know that the cold mountain never melts ice and snow all year round, and your cough can't bear the cold. Our Mingyue Lake is warm and humid, and the four seasons are like spring, so it's a good place for my junior..."

He Ming interrupted him: "What's the big deal, my Changchun Peak is also like spring all the year round!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, showing an expression of resentment.

Sure enough, Jing Di took out the words.

"Changchun Peak? After the death of Immortal Sword Master Jixiao, there is only his Taoist companion left in Changchun Peak. How can it last long? Senior brother advises you to look far and choose another good tree."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the young man turned to Han Shan and the three of them, frowning and asking, "How is he doing now?"

Zhang Suyuan thought that he worshiped the real Jixiao, so he was very concerned about Changchun Peak, so he couldn't help but sigh:

"Elder Meng was young and impulsive, and at the real person's worship ceremony, he said that he would participate in next year's Great Sea Secret Realm Competition. Now the whole cultivation world knows..."