Qingyun Mountain.

Dazhu Peak.

The cold comes and the heat goes by, and time goes by.

The mountains are already cool, and the noon sun is not as hot as summer.

Outside the Shoujing Hall, in the spacious stone slab Tai Chi Square, Zhang Xiaofan, dressed in a simple gray dress, held a broom and swept the fallen leaves on the ground slowly. His mood was not as calm as his movements at this moment.

A whole month has passed since the battle between the good and the demons that shocked the world. But for Zhang Xiaofan, everything seems to have happened yesterday. The pain is the most difficult and slightly dull boy in Dazhu Peak seemed to have matured overnight.

In this month, he seemed to have thought more than he had thought in his previous life.

At Dazhu Peak, the master's wife treated him well and took good care of her seniors. No, after things on Tongtian Peak, he could feel that her seniors were more concerned about him. Even Tian Buyi, who has always liked to be strict with his master, would take time to visit him from time to time.

That was something Zhang Xiaofan never dared to imagine before.

But for some reason, Zhang Xiaofan couldn't feel as peaceful as before in this month. Instead, as time passed, he felt a strange feeling in his heart, which made him unable to help but want to escape!

Escape from all this!

Of course, the truth about the blood feud in the past was revealed. After Zhang Xiaofan calmed down, he looked back and said that although he hated Cangsong and Puzhi, he would not have taken the anger on the entire Qingyun Sect because of Cangsong alone, and ignored Qingyun's grace for many years of raising and teaching.

He was just shocked and suddenly became suspicious of the "right way" in this world.

He wants to see the world with his own eyes!

Or maybe you just want to escape, stay away from the familiar environment, and be alone and quiet.

This thought will never be gone.

It was just because his master Tian Buyi was very busy recently and he didn't find time. During this month, his master's injuries were not healed, so he traveled between Dazhu Peak and Chaoyang Peak every day. He worked hard for Shang Zhengliang's injuries and tried all the tricks for the whole month, and the results he obtained were only to curb the injuries and not to worsen.

There are more left, and Tian Buyi can't get involved, and it's not something that humans can do.

Today, Tian Buyi happened to be on Dazhu Peak.

About half an hour later, Shoujingtang went to the square and the stone roads were cleaned. Zhang Xiaofan also thought to himself that he packed up his broom and other items and went to the land and Buyi residence in Shoujingtang.

In the study room.

Tian Buyi, who was holding a cup of tea, had a meal after listening to Zhang Xiaofan's request: "Go down the mountain?"

Zhang Xiaofan's tone was firm, but he was afraid to look at Tian Buyi's face: "Yes, Master!" He felt that he was really willful and always made defiances.

Tian Buyi said "um" and raised the tea in his hand and drank it: "It's good to go down the mountain."

His first sentence made Zhang Xiaofan raise his head in surprise. Tian Buyi continued, "I, Qingyun, have a tradition of practicing and going down the mountain to experience. You have been practicing to the 'Essence Realm' in a daze, and happened to catch up with the 'Seven-Meridian Martial Arts'. So many things happened one after another, which delayed the experience."

Although Tian Buyi has been busy recently, he also noticed the depression under Zhang Xiaofan's calm appearance.

That incredible and miserable experience was like being targeted by fate. Even if it fell on him, he would be at a loss, let alone falling on such a young man.

But Tian Buyi couldn't say anything to comfort him, so it would be better to let him go down the mountain to experience it. If you have some travel and experience, it's better to stay on the mountain and think about it all day long?

Tian Buyi said: "If you want to go down the mountain, your teacher agrees. You can see it with your own eyes and gain more knowledge and experience, which is a good thing, and it will be of great benefit to your practice."

Zhang Xiaofan was full of surprise: "Master, do you agree?"

Tian Buyi turned his eyes out of anger and cursed: "Can the words of the master be false?" Zhang Xiaofan hurriedly said: "No, no, disciple--"

Tian Buyi knew Zhang Xiaofan's temperament and waved his hand and said, "You go down the mountain and have no other requirements for being a teacher. You only need to take care of yourself and do more justice. You can be considered as worthy of your teacher's expectations."

Zhang Xiaofan took a deep breath, and Zheng said with a close eye: "Master, I have written it down!"

Tian Buyi paused for a moment and said, "Lao Qi, from Liubo Mountain to Tongtian Peak, you have the truth about Taoism and Buddhism. I am afraid that it has spread all over the world. This time I go down the mountain, remember to hide my identity, be careful, and don't fall into the covetous tricks of those who are interested!"

When it comes to this incident, it will inevitably touch the pain in Zhang Xiaofan's heart.

Sure enough, Zhang Xiaofan opened his mouth, and the complex hatred in his eyes flashed away. He replied after a while: "Yes, Master, please remember it in your heart!"

Tian Buyi put down the teacup and said seriously on his fat face: "There is another thing, your 'fire stick' will definitely not be given to you anymore."

Zhang Xiaofan was silent for a while.

He actually had a premonition about this.

Although the "fire-burning stick" has different meanings to Zhang Xiaofan, after knowing that it was the "blood-sucking bead" of the Demon Cult, he hesitated in his heart. Especially the bloody case in Caomiao Village, this Demon treasure is one of the culprits in a sense.

Therefore, Zhang Xiaofan pondered for a while and bowed: "Yes, I understand."

Just as he was about to bow and retreat, he suddenly heard Tian Buyi say, "You are waiting here." Zhang Xiaofan hurriedly stood still, and saw Tian Buyi get up and go back, and took a wooden box more than three feet long from the study and put it in front of him.

"After collecting your magic weapon, you can take it with you down the mountain to get rid of demons and defend yourself."

Tian Buyi pushed the wooden box in front of Zhang Xiaofan.

Zhang Xiaofan realized something, and opened the wooden box with a little surprise and excitement. But even though he made a psychological preset, he still stood up on the spot after opening the wooden box, and exclaimed: "'Chilian'! Master--"

Tian Buyi said suang: "From now on, this sword will be yours. Don't insult it, do you know?"

Zhang Xiaofan said panickedly: "No, Master! This is your magic weapon, how can you accept it? Moreover, the disciples do not use the sword. Isn't it a waste of natural resources to fall into the disciple's hands? Isn't it a waste of talent? I hope Master thinks twice!"

Tian Buyi glared at him and said, "If you ask you to accept it, you will accept it! Why, do you think that besides the 'Red Flame', your master will lose even the magic weapon? The foundation of Dazhu Peak is not as unbearable as you think!" After a few words, he spoke softly again and said patiently: "You are staying with the 'blood-sucking bead' all year round. I don't know how many hidden evil forces you have been infected with. You must not relieve the ultimate pure magic weapon. You don't want to be one day when you are demonic, which makes your master have to clean up your door!"

"As for swordsmanship," Tian Buyi said, "If you don't know, just start from scratch. You are only in your teens, and it's time to learn swords!"

When Zhang Xiaofan went out holding "Chiyan", he was a little confused.

Until he held the fairy sword, the pure masculine power in the sword slowly flowed into the meridians through his palms, and he felt a warm and refreshing feeling. Zhang Xiaofan's eyes suddenly felt a little hot, and he said softly: "Master!"

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Chaoyang Peak.

Since the battle between the Zhengde and Demons of Tongtian Peak and the first Shang Zhengliang was seriously injured and endangered, it has been trapped in an unspeakable depressing atmosphere. Although Yan Zhenghui was in charge of the affairs, everything was running as before. However, the disciples of Chaoyang Peak died in one battle, and the coldness added to the indignation.

Everyone seemed to be holding their breath and devoted themselves to practicing hard.

There are more than a hundred people in Chaoyang Peak, and it is rare to see anyone outside when they are walking. Even while walking, the pace is faster than before.

After Tian Buyi tried his best to treat Shang Zhengliang, and controlled the injury and stopped deteriorating and had no choice but to do anything, Tong Zhengning took Shang Zhengliang back to Zhuxiafeng. Perhaps in order to take care of Shang Zhengliang, or to be sad and heartless, Tong Zhengning no longer participated in any affairs in the sect. He also rushed Zhuxiafeng to live with more than a dozen female disciples and the only remaining "Essence Realm" disciples to Chaoyang Main Peak.

It was the time when Yan Zhenghui was the director, and he did not dissuade him after sighing.

He could probably know his junior sister's thoughts, but he secretly felt that she was too much of a problem. But then he thought about it again and again, he should not decide on these things in the end, so he let it go.

Time flies, and March has passed in a flash.

Autumn goes and winter comes.

Because of the abundant spiritual energy in Qingyun Mountain, there is no snow scene in winter, but the temperature has also dropped a lot. Those with advanced cultivation may not feel anything, but those disciples with lower cultivation can't help but add a few more clothes.

One day.

Yan Zhenghui was meditating in the east of the main peak and entered into meditation. Suddenly, he felt a thick pressure coming from the direction of the quiet room. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth on the main peak seemed to be pulled, and gathered in a certain place.

The gathering of spiritual energy is quite moving, and it is vast, causing the strong wind to blow on the mountain and the pine forest to roam blue waves.

Yan Zhenghui ran out of the hall, looked at the direction of the quiet room, and was surprised, and said to himself: "Looking at the momentum, could Feng Yi be in seclusion?"

The vision lasted for a day, and two more days later, Yan Zhenghui finally waited for Feng Yi to come out of seclusion!

Feng Yi stepped out of the quiet room, and his aura was turbulent. It was the magic fluctuation that had not yet fully controlled his power after the breakthrough. He was wearing a blue shirt, with a smile on his lips, his eyes were as if he was slightly tired on his face, and he was in good spirits. What attracted the most attention was his temperament. Most of the Qingyun Sword Cultivators contained sword energy, and their sharpness was revealed, and even his eyes were full of sharp momentum.

But at this time, Feng Yi was as gentle as jade, with a friendly smile, as if he was close to the neighbor's house, and he felt like he was returning to nature! If he had been in a while, when he completely controlled his magic power, this kind of demeanor would go further.

"Uncle Master," Feng Yi strode towards Yan Zhenghui at a glance, and smiled, "I'm sorry, Uncle Master, has been waiting for a long time!"

Yan Zhenghui exclaimed: "You did it?"

Feng Yi smiled faintly: "Fortunately, I have not been humiliated!"

Yan Zhenghui's eyes shone brightly, he looked him up and down, and shook his head in emotion, as if he was still a little unbelievable. But in the end, his eyes fell on Feng Yi's temples, where there were two conspicuous white hair, which attracted people's attention: "You, don't you get in the way?"

Feng Yi said: "Uncle Master, don't worry, no matter how hard the disciples do, they will not do anything that damages the foundation. They just took some energy and rested for a while."

After three months of retreat, he comprehended the first and second volumes of the "Book of Heaven" and used this to break through the "Shangqing" realm, and the mental energy he spent was immeasurable. Fortunately, all efforts were rewarded, and not only did he succeed in his cultivation, he still gained something else while practicing the "Book of Heaven".

Yan Zhenghui nodded: "So, are you ready?"

Feng Yi's eyes were far away and looked at the sky: "Uncle Master, I will invite my fellow disciples to watch the ceremony in three days, and I will succeed the position of Chaoyang as the first seat!" He felt a little expectant and excited. With the cultivation of "Shangqing", Feng Yi could barely bear the weight of his "first seat real person" and could also start to do many things.
Chapter completed!