The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 36: We have a meeting
The Sword Conference begins.
The first to stand up was a sword-washing disciple named Chen Lin.
Chen Lin has been in the inner gate for seven years. She had successfully taken the sword five years ago, but it was not until this year that she finally completed her cultivation to the perfect state and was eligible to participate in the Sword Inheritance Conference.
Many years of practice and waiting have given him a calmness that is not commensurate with his age. He didn't care about the eyes around him and the pressure of his first appearance, so he focused on starting his own performance.
A cold sword light moved away from the sleeve, leaving a clear mark on the rock wall dripping with clear water, and then turned back.
Without waiting for the flying sword to get close, he leaped lightly, landed on the sword, and started flying with the sword, going back and forth between the cliffs, appearing quite proficient.
Creek Cliff is silent.
The stone platform above the high cliff is surrounded by clouds and mist, the envoy of the Suspense Sect, the visitors from Daze, the representative of Chaoge City, and the chief of the Lutang of Guocheng Temple, and the Shuiyue Temple, which has always been acquainted with the Qingshan Sect. Several representatives of the sword faction sat in their respective positions, keeping silent and not speaking.
This year, Jingzong sent a representative to observe the Qingshanzong Sword Inheritance Conference for the first time. The envoy had no experience and did not notice the silence between the cliffs. He looked at the disciple named Chen Lin Fei Jian sharply and skillfully controlling the sword. , Going back and forth freely between the peaks, I was in admiration and applauded a few words of praise.
Chen Lin fell back to the rock in the stream.
Elder Shiyuefeng Ho, who is in charge of hosting the Chengjian Conference, looked at him blankly and asked, "Which peak Chengjian do you want to be?"
Chen Lin's expression finally became tense, and her voice was slightly dry and said: "The disciple He De He Neng, I dare not choose."
When was speaking, he looked at the places in the cliff where the masters of the peaks gathered, with hope and anxiety.
At the Chengjian Conference, each of the masters in Jiufeng can only select one Chengjian disciple, and the number is limited, so they will be very cautious.
Chen Lin knows that her realm cultivation is not prominent in the same sect, so she doesn't dare to expect to be contended by the peaks, she only hopes that she can choose herself in one place.
There was no sound from the cliff, and it was still quiet.
Over time, the silence turned into embarrassment.
The disciples who are not qualified to participate in the Chengjian Conference by the stream, looked at him and couldn't bear it.
Junior Sister Yushan turned her face away, nervously afraid to look.
In a dead silence, Chen Lin still maintained the surface calm, raising her head with unimaginable perseverance, like a criminal waiting for the final sentence.
He knew that if he lowered his head at this time, or acted a little depressed, he might be considered by the teachers to be unstable.
Then he really has to wait another three years.
The Mirror Sect envoy also felt embarrassed. Looking at the eyes of the guests around, he felt that there was nowhere to put the hands that had just been applauded. He really didn't want to understand that an excellent material like this disciple should be a key training object in the Mirror Sect, but in the Qingshan Sect... actually no one wants it?
finally a voice rang from the cliff.
Yun Xingfeng had some discussions, probably because he thought that he could not compete with the other peaks in the next few key candidates, so he decided to accept Chen Lin.
"Would you like to follow the elder Cheng to learn Cangbird swordsmanship?"
Chen Lin was very surprised, and said with a trembling voice: "The disciple is willing!"
After saying this, he hurried up with his sword and came to somewhere between the cliffs, where he stood with Yun Xingfeng's colleagues.
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One after another disciples came out to show their realm and swordsmanship.
These inner disciples who have been practicing **** the bank of Xijian Creek for many years have all cultivated to the perfect state of Shouyi. There are even two or three people who have seen the realm of inheritance for the first time. They control their swords freely and can be like birds among the peaks. Flying, swordsmanship is even more adept, flying swords flow, weaving into a light curtain, within ten steps, even the waterfall can not enter.
Qi Yuanliang, Sikong Yimin, Qi Feiying, these names that appeared many times in Zhufeng's notes were also selected after some disputes.
is very quiet on the cliff. After receiving the previous lesson, the Mirror Sect messenger no longer expresses his opinions easily. He occasionally glances at the ashtray in the depths of the clouds, thinking that the head of the Qingshan Sect does not know if he has come personally, or like Like the rumors, he is also practicing the most mysterious Taoism like his teacher Taiping Zhenren.
The chief of Lutang, who came to watch the ceremony, closed his eyes and moved his rosary slowly.
The female disciples of Shuiyue'an and the female disciples of Qingrongfeng were united together. They were already familiar with each other in a low voice, and laughed like silver bells from time to time.
"It's boring."
The guests of the Suspense Sect are sitting on the stone platform of Xiya.
A 13 or 14-year-old girl stared at the flowing water in the rock under her feet, feeling a little sore in her eyes.
She rubbed her eyes, yawned, and the little bells tied to her crystal-clear and lovely earlobes made a crisp sound.
Those two little bells are as silver in color. Could this little girl turn out to be a messenger of silver bells?
"What do you know?"
A young woman rubbed her head fondly, and said: "Qingshanzong is a kendo school. Playing swords seems boring, but it's really not easy."
"The problem is that it's too boring. One sword goes over, one sword comes over, what's so interesting about this."
The little girl from the Suspension Bell Sect pouted and said: "I knew it was so boring, I wouldn't come."
Suddenly a voice came from under the cliff. She stood up and took a look. She found that the crowd was slightly chaotic, and she couldn't help but gain interest. Looking at the thin young man who walked to the stream, she said, "Uncle, look! Is that the natural Taoist species you just showed me?"
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Liu Shisui came to the creek.
There was a whisper from both sides of the strait.
There was also a faint movement between the cliffs, and countless eyes cast over.
On the high cliff, the chief of the Law Hall of Guocheng Temple opened his eyes, Daze visitor got up, and the Envoy of Jingzong walked to the edge of the cliff early and looked down.
The guests who watched the ceremony showed great interest, or curiosity, towards Liu Shisui.
The spiritual world knows that Liu Shisui is a natural Dao species and the third natural Dao species of the Qingshan School in ten years.
The natural Taoism is a genius of cultivating that there is no one in a million. It is not bad for ordinary sects to meet one in a hundred years. The luck of the Qingshan School is really jealous.
Zhuo Ru Sui and Zhao Layue come from Xihai and Chaoge City respectively. They have different family backgrounds. They have many contacts with the spiritual world, and they are relatively easy to be spotted. But I heard that Liu Shisui lived in a remote mountain village since he was a child. He had never been in contact with spiritual practice before he started. How did the Qingshan Sect find him?
Looking at the teenager standing on the stream, the feelings of the various sects are a bit mixed.
Liu Shisui has not been affected in any way. Standing on the rock, he still draws a sword very simply.
The flying sword rises through the air, there is no afterimage, not even the sword light, as if in an instant ~IndoMTL.com~ came to the stone wall ten feet away.
quietly, the flowing water did not produce a ripple, and there was an extra round hole in the rock wall.
's seemingly strange picture, evoked a few surprised whispers among the cliffs.
Liu Shisui combined his left hand with two fingers, and used the most common sword technique in the sword scripture. The flying sword returned from the stone wall.
He seemed to take a step towards the stream at will, and fell on the sword. He rose with the sword, and the flying sword dragged out an afterimage. The speed suddenly increased and became a clear light. After a few breaths, it was already Flew out of the cliff, with a slightly harsh sword howl, bursting out of the clouds.
People looked up and saw that he had become a black spot in the sky, already surpassing the height of Jiufeng.
A moment later, Liu Shisui returned with his sword, his face was not red, his heart was calm, and he was silent and salute, as if he had done nothing.
The cliffs were quiet, and then there was a sudden cheering.
"Good! Good! Good!"
Liu Shisui’s flying sword seems simple, but in fact it is extremely calm, without any extraneousness. It is the kendo style pursued by the Qingshan School.
Although his realm is still very low, how can a fourteen-year-old boy be able to perform so well and even have the demeanor of everyone, how can it not be appreciated.
"This is the natural Taoism?"
The little girl from the hanging bell sect mumbled.
is already a Silver Bell Messenger at such a young age. Her background is naturally extraordinary, and her talents and vision are not bad. Knowing that Liu Shisui’s seemingly simple performance is actually very difficult, but for her who loves to watch the excitement In terms of it, I still feel that it is not lively enough.
The next moment, her eyes lit up and she refreshed.
A young disciple with a calm expression walked up to the rock in the creek and stood opposite Liu Shisui.
"Brother Liu, please advise."