There are bandits in Zhongshan

Back at Mingjing Peak, Zhong Mingzhu found that Nan Sichu happened to be on the training ground, so he walked over quickly, and called out with a smile: "Senior Brother Nan."

Nan Sichu thought she was here to trouble him, a trace of nervousness flashed across his face, and he held the sword in his hand with a swipe. He was tall, and when he looked at Zhong Mingzhu, his eyes were downcast, with a haughty expression, and he asked, "What's the matter? "

As soon as he made a sound, he immediately huffed and surrounded more than a dozen people. Zhong Mingzhu only knew a few, and he only knew that they should be the small followers who usually followed Nan Sichu.

As the highest-cultivated disciple among the same group of beginners, Zhong Mingzhu even wanted to help, Zhong Mingzhu let out a mocking voice disapprovingly, and said word by word: "A few days ago I went to collect herbs, and for some reason, the sky was bright and white. The flying sword under the middle foot was actually damaged by lightning."

"You, what do you want to say?" Nan Sichu lowered his face, and his tone was rather severe, "You are unlucky, what does it have to do with me! And I don't think you seem to be injured, so I'm afraid it's not a fabrication."

There is a lot to accuse Zhong Mingzhu of not knowing what is good or bad.

Zhong Mingzhu was not intimidated by his aggressive attitude at all. Instead, he put on a more friendly smile and said softly, as if with great sincerity, "I came here today to thank Senior Brother Nan."

"What, what?"

"It's a blessing in disguise, but you know it's not a blessing. Later, I met Fairy Changli. She took pity on my bad luck and gave me a sword."

As she spoke, she drew out the sword that Changli had given her, and walked around in front of the group of people in a showy manner, admiring for a moment with satisfaction the disbelief on their faces—especially Nan Sichu—and the expression of disbelief that she tried to hide. Envious, and then put away the sword and walked away with great vigor.

She didn't go far when she heard a bang from behind. Someone must have dropped the sword on the ground, and she didn't turn her head. Attack her, unless he wants to be thrown out of the mountain gate.

For a long time after that, she felt that she was being watched closely. If it was said that Nan Sichu just wanted to show some color to her ignorant mortal child, since that day, she probably has completely hated her.Do everything possible to seize the opportunity to return color.

However, Zhong Mingzhu didn't give them any chance. Since then, she has never traveled alone.

"I can carry you with my sword." With just such a sentence, Ding Lingyun is willing to stay close to him for three steps, although after learning that Zhong Mingzhu was lucky enough to be bestowed with a sword by her Fairy Changli in three lifetimes, she did not speak for three whole days .

I was so envious and jealous that I was afraid that I would cry when I opened my mouth.

"In the future, I will snatch the mission of Tiantai Peak for you." Zhong Mingzhu could only comfort in this way.

However, Miss Ding is a famous family after all, and a golden elixir-level flying sword that Fairy Changli might not have used at all is not enough to make her care too much. After the turbulent emotions calmed down, she agreed to Zhong Mingzhu as a companion travel requirements.

Although her family is only a collateral lineage, it is one of the best Ye family lineages in the cultivation world after all, and its power is comparable to that of the Nan family. With her in charge, others would not dare to provoke Zhong Mingzhu.

"Actually, I'm a little curious, why do you consider me a friend?" Zhong Mingzhu asked casually one day.

"It's probably the edge of the eye." Ding Lingyun had a bright smile on his round face.

Just as Zhong Mingzhu wanted to ask what kind of eye contact it was, she heard her continue to say: "Among the people who came that day, you are the most beautiful."

Is it possible that the eyes can be used in the same way?

"I also think I'm pretty..." Touching his face, Zhong Mingzhu muttered to himself.

Because of amnesia, she observed her appearance very carefully. She looked like a kind of gentle and elegant official lady. Her delicate eyebrows and eyes put together a sense of fragility, although her temper was a little bit fragile. I can't even touch it, but it's okay to lie to people when you don't speak.

"I think Nan Sichu is pretty good too." He spoke modestly.

Although it's annoying, but the face is really good.

"He's not as good-looking as my brother!" Ding Lingyun dismissed him.

Ding Lingyun's elder brother is called Ding Lingfeng. It is said that he is one of the most beautiful men in Yunzhong City. Those who want to double cultivate with him can go around the inner city. Yes, she still doesn't know what Shuangxiu and Luding are, but it's not easy to get to the bottom of it, especially since she still has such a pure face.

But with a brother like this, it's not hard to understand why he doesn't like Nan Sichu's face.

"Did you..." Zhong Mingzhu suddenly thought of something, "Have you seen the portrait of Fairy Changli?"

Ding Lingyun should have never seen Changli before, but he is very familiar with her appearance, a few words can describe her essence, it doesn't seem like hearsay, so Zhong Mingzhu guessed like this, unexpectedly guessed correctly up.

"Didn't I say that?" Ding Lingyun asked back with surprise, "Back then, Jiang Linzhao, the lord of Zhulang City, visited Tianyizong by accident when he accidentally went to Tiantai Peak, met Fairy Changli, and made a painting from memory after returning home. I was lucky enough to see it once when I was a guest in Zhulang City a few years ago."

He probably said it but he didn't listen to it. Zhong Mingzhu touched his nose and couldn't help but start to think about a question - the reason why Ding Lingyun admired Fairy Changli so much was because of his appearance.

It is indeed beautiful, the form is as extraordinary as the gods, if there are gods in this world, it should be so beautiful.

"Fairy Changli is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

Ding Lingyun was still chattering, but Zhong Mingzhu's thoughts drifted elsewhere.

She thought of the graceful reflection in the pool, the sword energy floating on the bamboo tip, as quiet as ever.

Dark eyes, white clothes, one black and one white, but there is a certain similarity in the opposite colors.

It is spotless, clear to clear, nothing, and seems to be able to accommodate everything.

In the time outside of tasks and lectures, most of the outer disciples either choose a clean place to meditate or practice martial arts. The few sets of exercises at the beginning are easy to master, but hard-working disciples often practice day after day after they are proficient. Seek refinement so that you can stand out in trials.

The martial arts taught by Hu Qing include fists, palms and weapons. There are seventeen or eight types of weapons alone, but [-]% of the disciples practice swordsmanship, which always gives Zhong Mingzhu the illusion that this is actually a sword sect.

Tian Yizong relied on the talisman formations to establish its sect, and Wu Zun's lineage was not exclusive to sword cultivators until Wu Hui inherited Wu Zun's lineage.When he was just a fledgling, he showed his skills at the Daizong sword trial stage, and made other sword cultivators bow down with his superior sword skills. In the following thousand years, many people came to ask for advice, but no one has ever won his sword. It is the most famous name of sword repair.

And because of Changli, there are [-]-[-]% more young people practicing sword this year than before.

In Ding Lingyun's words: "When I think that Fairy Changli has also learned the same sword move, I can't help but practice it seven or eight hundred times."

Zhong Mingzhu was quite different about this. She couldn't tell the reason. She was not very interested in swordsmanship. After she was able to draw a complete set of gourd gestures according to the same pattern, her novelty was over, so she never practiced again. More Sometimes I was watching in the martial arts field, and from time to time I would express emotions such as "I'm afraid I'm going to faint first if I draw so many circles with trembling hands", "Aren't you afraid of chopping the sword if you attract thunder like this?"

There is no sense of tension that an orphan girl with amnesia should have.

Sometimes she also wonders why she is like this, shouldn't she be as innocent and ignorant as the protagonist girl in the storybook, with kindness in her heart like a blank sheet of paper?

But she is more like a vicious and indifferent supporting role, she will secretly laugh at the people or things she sees in her heart at every turn, but she seems to not care about anything, and will soon forget about them.

She couldn't figure it out, so she simply stopped thinking about it, which was in line with her self-proclaimed "open-minded" temperament.

Just when she was tired of watching the frenzy in the martial arts arena and began to worry about having nothing to do, Fenghailou brought her good news, to be precise, reminded her.

Outer sect disciples can learn not only breathing and breathing and swordsmanship, but also medical skills, talismans, formations, smelting, etc., but the initial power of spell formations and the like is weak, and medical skills made by refining tools are not as good as Buying it directly, compared with the technique of attack, is basically not helpful for the trial after foundation establishment, so few disciples will start to delve into these in the stage of qi refining.

Hu Qing mentioned all these, but Zhong Mingzhu didn't take it to heart, and later he forgot when he saw others practicing swords.

After being reminded by Fenghailou, she immediately went to find Hu Qing. It has been more than 100 years since no disciple in the qi refining period asked to learn these things. She was very surprised when she heard Zhong Mingzhu's intention.

"What do you want to learn?" He asked a little uncertainly.

"All." Zhong Mingzhu replied with a smile.

In the end, she returned with a bunch of jade certificates.

Hu Qing gave her all the outer disciples who had the right to check, and her expression can be said to be very gratified—it has been a long time since she met a disciple with such a strong thirst for knowledge, and this girl's future must be limitless.

Indeed, as Feng Hailou said, these entry-level things are far less helpful than a good set of punches in a short period of time, and it is no wonder that no one cares about them. After all, the most important thing for most outer disciples is the five-year trial. refining.

The test is not difficult, and basically everyone can pass it. What everyone competes for is the ranking. After all, the better the grades, the easier it is to be picked up by others. If you are lucky, you may be accepted as a direct pass, and the direct and non-professional are like the same. Bastards are not the same.

But Zhong Mingzhu couldn't understand the great temptation. If she had to practice swordsmanship thousands of times to have a chance to stand out, she would rather be a small role. For her, fun seemed to be the most important thing.

At first, she studied the contents of the Jade Document more or less with the mentality of passing the time, but after reading it through, she became so interested in the formation.

All things originate from one, return to one, and go to the five elements and eight trigrams, which are mutually generated and restrained, unpredictable and endless.

Even if what she has come into contact with so far is only the most superficial principle, she still tries all kinds of things and never gets tired of it.Holding a few black and white chess pieces and pondering the arrangement can pass the whole day.

When Fenghailou had nothing to do, she went to look for him with a chessboard in her arms. She didn't have many spirit stones and couldn't afford to consume them. For the time being, she surrounded the situation with black and white pieces. He was happy to discuss with her, and soon discovered that Zhong Mingzhu seemed to have a superhuman talent for this, and seemed to be inherently good at it.

"If you can pass the test, I will ask the master to accept another apprentice."

One day, when the two played chess, he said so swearingly.

He also said that the Mountain Protecting Formation and the Four Spirits Punishing Evil Formation left by the patriarch have protected future generations for thousands of years, but since him, there has never been a second one who is good at forming formations, and the maintenance of the formations is mostly from the lineage of spells Responsible, but can only follow the method left by the patriarch. The suzerain has been enlightened for hundreds of years, and he only knows a thing or two about the reasons for the changes.

"Even if I'm the last one?"

"Hey, accepting apprentices is not only based on performance in the trial, but also depends on chance."

No matter how you can relate to chance, Zhong Mingzhu did not hide her doubts at all.

"Speaking of which, after the establishment of the foundation, who can you worship under?" She was curious.

"Currently, Tianyi School mainly has five veins and seven peaks..." Feng Hailou didn't care if she always ignored Hu Qing's words, and listed them one by one for her.

The five meridians are the talisman array, the refining tool, the elixir, the royal law and the martial master. Except for the main peak that coordinates the affairs of the whole sect and the secondary peak for the disciples of the outer sect to practice, each of the five meridians occupies a peak. The seniors who have cultivated to Yuanying all intend to choose apprentices, and many of them don't care about the affairs of the sect, but hand them over to the disciples.

After that, he vaguely mentioned that among the disciples recruited in the past few times, there were not many with high aptitude. The seniors of Tianyi Sect were used to being picky. , and there are a few peak masters who have no one under their seats, who may soon pass the test, and must pass on the mantle before then, so it is very likely that those who performed well in this trial will stand out and become personal successors.

He said so much just to imply that Zhong Mingzhu should work harder to seize the opportunity, but Zhong Mingzhu only grasped one important point.

"Your little uncle doesn't intend to take in apprentices?" She thought of those classmates who practiced sword day and night in the martial arts arena, and smiled gloatingly.

"Little Martial Uncle has not yet left the teacher, and she has never been involved in the affairs of the sect, so she probably won't accept apprentices for the time being."

She was still struggling with how to cut off the water, and it was true that she didn't have much time to teach her apprentice. Zhong Mingzhu pinched her fingers and counted that half a year had passed since the last farewell, and she didn't know how the other party's enlightenment was.

Maybe he is still sitting on the bluestone platform to meditate now, such a taciturn person doesn't look like he can teach his disciples.

But she only thought for a moment, then her attention was elsewhere, and she said with a smile, "What about Uncle Grand Master?"

For example, she didn't know whether it was Long or Elder Longtian, but under Fenghailou's warning eyes, she obediently swallowed the second half of the sentence.

"The three grand masters devoted themselves to enlightenment, and they stopped accepting disciples 500 years ago." Feng Hailou paused for a moment, and added, "Except for the little uncle."

"Because it's the body of the sword spirit?" Zhong Mingzhu saw Fenghailou nodded, and asked again, "What is the body of the sword spirit? Is it especially suitable for practicing swords?"

"Sword cultivators use battle to understand the Dao, and practice quickly, but because of their hostility, they are prone to mental barriers, so the risk is very high. So far, only one sword cultivator has been able to enlighten the Dao and break through the sky. There are not many in the void stage, but the body of the sword spirit is the unity of the heart and the sword, without the disturbance of evil spirits and obstacles, and can quickly improve the cultivation level without falling into the quagmire."

"That kind of physique is rare?"

"Yes, there is no clear record. It is said that there will not be one in thousands of years. That's why Elder Wu broke the rules and accepted the junior uncle as his personal heir."

"Since there is no clear record, and there hasn't been one in thousands of years, why does Elder Wu know that your little uncle is a sword spirit?"

"This..." Fenghailou was asked again.

He felt that Zhong Mingzhu was not only talented in the five-element formation, but also had a first-class ability to find questions. As the suzerain's personal heir and the best among sixteen generations of disciples, he was rarely asked to be speechless. Time, and this situation has happened twice in Zhong Mingzhu.

"Forget it, it has nothing to do with me anyway." Zhong Mingzhu waved his hand and continued to make moves.

Spring comes and autumn goes, and the five-year period comes in a blink of an eye.

Zhong Mingzhu only built the foundation half a year before the trial, a whole year later than Ding Lingyunnan Sichu. Among the same group of disciples who started the foundation, there were only 38 foundation-builders, and she was the No. There is more than enough.The difference between Ding Lingyun and Ding Lingyun was only two floors in the first year of entry, but the gap became wider and wider after that, mainly because she spent most of her time in other places, and she learned a little bit of spells and refining weapons.

When the trial was approaching, she even engraved some talismans and refined some spiritual weapons, all of which were low-level, and used up all the spirit stones accumulated in the past five years. Something is wrong, the low-level talisman magic weapon has very little combat power, and throwing it out can't even hurt the hardened rabbit spirit in the forest. It is unreasonable to burn all the spirit stones for this reason.

She didn't bother to argue with them, she just smiled lazily, her eyes were full of coldness.

Before setting off, she counted the items in the storage bag again, then slowly squeezed in front of Nan Sichu, purposely drew out the flying sword and waved it in front of him, showing a provocative smile.

"This time, I will be the first to come out."

Seeing the sharpness in Nan Sichu's eyes, he smiled even more happily, and patted him on the shoulder pretendingly, and had a few polite words with him.

After failing to find a chance to teach her a lesson for half a year, Nan Sichu gave up and turned to focus on cultivation recklessly. The two of them have lived in peace until today, and it seems that the past has been wiped out.

But Zhong Mingzhu still remembered it, and remembered it clearly.