He took everyone deep into the tree hole, and there was no light inside, it was pitch black.

Everyone could only listen to other people's footsteps and fumbled through the hole wall. Fortunately, the surroundings were full of dry and warm wood, and the air was filled with the fragrance of wood.

The ground is gradually rising in a gentle way, and the direction of the entire cave is not straight, but spiral.

After walking for half an hour, the leading disciple of the merit transmission said, "I can only send it here. My juniors and sisters, remember that this door can be entered or not. Once you enter here, you either use the teleportation jade slip, or you can obtain the merit transmission, or you will be kicked out automatically by the merit transmission tower after five months. Never turn around by yourself. After entering, there are nine floors, and you can reach the fifth floor at most.

"One floor, there is a teacher who can pass the merit, but each person can receive the merit at most once, because as long as the merit is received, they will be kicked out by the immortal tree immediately. Once they leave the merit tower, they cannot be re-entered within one year, and when they re-enter one year later, the tuition fee must still be paid from the first floor!"

"It's really a place where you can eat meat and not spit bones," said Gou Zhu.

In the darkness, the disciple of the passing-through skills was too lazy to reply to his run, so he pulled a hidden wooden door in front of him.

Suddenly, a fierce sunlight burst out from behind the door. These people adapted to the darkness in the dark tree holes, and suddenly returned to the day, so shining that they could not even open their eyes.

When the pig's eyes gradually adapted to the daytime again, he realized that the outside was not very bright. They came in the morning to the Gongshu Tower, but the sky here looked like dusk.

The sky is covered with golden sunsets, and the sun is obviously hiding behind the clouds in the west.

In front of me was an inconspicuous hill, with trees growing on the hill, one of which seemed to be a wooden house built by a logger. A gravel path winded from their feet towards the wooden house on the hill. There was a hazy mist in the distance, which made people unable to see the scenery in the distance. Behind them was this nine-story fairy tree.

Its shape has not changed at all, and it still soars straight into the sky.

And these four of them are standing under the tree now.

"Why did it come out again?" Gou Zhu couldn't help but wonder, but the scenery here was very different from the Cuiyu Palace Chuangong Academy they had seen before, and even the time was different.

"We didn't come out." Song Ruhai touched the bark of the immortal tree of the passing of merit. The bark was completely different from the immortal tree they saw, but it was smoother when it touched, and a faint light reflected, "We are inside the tree. And here-" Song Ruhai knocked on the tree, and it was still as solid as before. "In fact, it was the outside world, and the outside world was replaced into the tree. This is an inversion air formation."

There was even a trace of a door where they came out.

But this trace almost resides on the tree. There is no gap in the entire tree body. The meaning of the disciples of the Tsinggong "Don't turn around by themselves" means that they must not try to open this door that does not exist at all.

The gouzhu took a deep breath. The air was filled with wood fragrance, mixed with abundant wood aura.

The entire immortal tree is like an inflatable ball, turning it over, the inside becomes the outside, and the outside becomes the inside, and the inside space will instantly expand to infinite, and the entire external universe will be instantly contained inside. After Gouzhu arrived at the Cuiyu Peak, his knowledge increased countless times, but it was also the first time that such a magical creation of heaven and earth was experienced.

"Well... strange, my hunting bow was lost!" Mutou suddenly realized that the big bow he had been carrying had disappeared. Did it just fall on the other side of the door?

"It's not lost." Song Ruhai realized his divine fire cauldron and found that the connection between himself and the divine fire cauldron was gone, "My divine fire cauldron is gone. Not everything can be brought in here."

"My jade eagle is gone. But the sword is still there, and the jade slips and elixirs I just bought are still there. The things that are missing should appear naturally after leaving the Passing Tower."

The Passing Tower seems to be carefully selecting items that can be entered. In fact, not only the jade eagle that Gouzhu touched from Zeng Fan disappeared, but also the orchid seed from the underworld that the Saint of Biluo gave him.

Can't feel it.

He thought to himself, I have spent so much money. If this tree still embezzles my belongings, I will come in and rob the place next time...

There was no one everywhere here, only the wooden house was a little angry. The four of them didn't think too much, and walked straight along the gravel path towards the wooden house on the hillside.

The wooden house is not big and looks a little old. It is not a tree house made of trees commonly found in the jade palace, but is made of logs cut down and erected one by one. Many of the woods have become decayed and black, and even mushrooms have grown, and some have been replaced with new wood of bright colors.

Outside the door was a clearing, piled with newly cut wood, axes and saws.

In the door and on the ground, there were piles of wood chips curled like feathers.

Hearing the footsteps, an old man raised his head. The man's head was almost bald, but not shiny, but like a shriveled pumpkin.

There were still a few sparse white hairs around his head. His face was covered with wrinkles, no different from the old bark. His pair of turbid yellow eyes seemed to be the only living thing on his face.

"You guys come and learn swordsmanship?"

He put down the plane in his hand and made a low and hoarse voice in his throat. The man was obviously a carpenter - a carpenter who had been crazy about wood art for a long time.

There are all kinds of wooden parts piled up in the room here. Some of them have already formed human forms with hands, feet, and organs on humans. The old man seems to be not only an obsessed carpenter, but also an avid **** enthusiast.

The air was filled with subtle wood chips, and the smell of wood here was more than ten times stronger than outside. Gouzhu really didn't know how the Cuiyu Palace Chuangong Academy found a carpenter to teach swordsmanship...

"Sword Technique?" Fat Niu's eyes lit up suddenly.

She really wants to learn new swordsmanship. She has memorized "The Sword Technique of Passing Clouds". Although this swordsmanship is profound and has collected all kinds of strange tricks and tricks of defeating the strong with the weak, it is ultimately only for the introductory disciples to defend themselves.

Her sword and her heart were no longer satisfied.

"This master," before Fei Niu continued to speak, he hugged pig eyes and quickly blocked her, and said to the old man, "I'm sorry for disturbing me. Actually, we were just passing by and want to find out how to get to the second floor of the Transmission Tower."

The old man stood up and made a rustling sound.

He was wearing wood chips - I really don't know how he flattened these curled paper-like planed wood flowers and sewed them together to form this dress.

If this thing can be considered a clothes.

The old man smelled like a rotten wood. I don’t know how many years he hadn’t taken a bath. Obviously, he had been in this fairy tree for too long. If he had any, his clothes would have been so worn out.

"If you want to learn swordsmanship," the old man walked a few steps expressionlessly, opened a dilapidated wooden door, pointed to a room and said, "For the past five hundred years, fifty-seven disciples of Cuiyu Palace have left behind their experience in swordsmanship. In addition, they have collected from the world over the years, a total of 287 swordsmanship can be found at any time."

The fat cow looked inside excitedly, but only saw fragments of wooden slips on the ground, not a complete volume.

The old man seemed to have a hint of shyness on his face. He scratched his bald head and said, "It's not originally. It was already decayed, and dead things here are prone to decay. I flew to the wooden slip again, but the rope that was worn by the slip was broken..."

"But all the sword techniques-" he pointed to his shriveled bald head, "it was all recorded here."

The old man glanced at Gouzhu, and they seemed to be completely unmoved by these sword techniques: "If you want to go directly to the second floor, you will have to break through yourself."

After saying that, he led the four people to the door. Only a hundred steps were made. The hill that seemed to be flat in front of him actually appeared like a knife and an axe cut, and a huge canyon appeared. It was more than a hundred steps wide, and it was pitch black below and it was bottomless.

And there is still a gentle hill ahead, a simple and harmless peaceful wilderness.

But in this quiet suburb, there was a sound of swords coming.

The hook pig looked at the sound, and there was no road left in the canyon. There were five cable bridges on it, and wooden boards were laid on it.

Although it looks a bit shaky, it should be fine to cross the bridge.

In the middle of each bridge, there seemed to be a man standing with a sword, as if waiting.

Just after looking carefully, I realized that the sword holder was not a human, but a wooden puppet.

Perhaps, is it the best work made by the old man in that wooden house?

At the heart of one of the bridges, a slender woman in a light blue jacket and skirt, with a silver sword in her hand, was fighting fiercely with one of the puppets.

The sharp blades of both sides intertwined, and dangers were everywhere.

At the bridgehead on this side of the canyon, there were four white-clothed outer disciples who were like them. They were looking at the heart of the bridge, with an anxious look in their eyes.

These people obviously came from another wuyuan, but they came here first than Gouzhu and the others.

They obviously don’t want to accept the transmission of power on the first floor, and hope to directly break through to the second floor through the bridge.

The hook pig looked at the woman who was fighting with the puppet on the bridge.

Each of these outer disciples has reached the third level of foundation building or above, and the woman is at the peak of foundation building. What she uses is not the same cloud-piercing sword technique as them, but the momentum is surging and strange moves are coming out. The sword light in her hand is really like autumn leaves flying all over the sky, beautiful and unsightly.
Chapter completed!