Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Han Li had been cultivating hard in the cave for three months.
During this period, Kui Huan and the others came again, and said apologetically that they had told some elders of the school about Han Li's proficiency in talisman making, and hoped that Han Li would not be offended.
Because he had planned to use talisman-making techniques as a cover, of course Han Li didn't really care about this matter. After comforting him with kind words, he sent the few people away.
As for Tianquan Peak, because Han Li was accidentally selected as one of the twenty-four disciples, the gorgeous and cold woman surnamed Mu came to the medicine garden for a rare visit, and explained to Han Li the difficulties in the half-day Xuanbing Jue This made Han Li a little surprised, but also a little speechless.
Apart from these two groups of people, no one came to disturb Han Li's cultivation anymore.
On this day, Han Li was painstakingly practicing the Qingyuan Sword Art in the quiet room of the cave mansion, when he suddenly withdrew his skills with a frown and stood up. When he walked out of the quiet room and the gate of the cave, and entered the medicine garden, there was a fire light transformed by a sound transmission talisman bumping around in the forbidden fog of the medicine garden.
Seeing this, Han Li gently separated from the restraint. After beckoning, the sound transmission talisman turned into a raging fire and fell obediently into his hands. After a while, he clasped his five fingers together, and the fire was extinguished without a trace.
"Bai Fengfeng, Master Song! Isn't that the nun who is known as the number one beauty of the Luoyun Sect? Is this the woman who pointed me out? If so, these few days are not too sad!" Han Li's face was expressionless, He murmured in his mouth. Then he stopped hesitating, raised his hand and released the magic weapon of the flying sword, and went straight to the direction of Baifengfeng.
Baifeng Peak is located at the easternmost edge of Luoyunzong. It is quite far away from the other five peaks, which seems to be a lonely plum and proud of the snow. Although this peak is the shortest among the six strange peaks, it is lush green and full of flowers and trees. In terms of beautiful scenery, it is the crown of all peaks, far from being comparable to the peaks of Tianquan.
Soon, Han Li appeared near Baifeng Peak.
Because most of the peaks are female cultivators, Baifeng Peak has a strange unwritten rule that any male disciples from other peaks who come to work here must pass a notification from the disciples at the gate at the foot of the mountain before they can enter this mountain. Otherwise, if you fall into the restraint of Baifengfeng, you will be to blame.
Naturally, Han Li didn't intend to force his way in, so he honestly landed at the foot of the mountain.
At the gate of the mountain, there are three female cultivators in the Qi refining stage, who are talking about something with a smile. Seeing Han Li, a somewhat unfamiliar male cultivator, stop, they couldn't help but look over him curiously.
"Han Li at Xiatian Quanfeng came to accept the guidance of Master Song to cultivate, and I hope that some senior sisters will report one or two." Han Li said to several female disciples, cupping his hands.
"You are Han Li. Master has already told you that Junior Brother Han can go directly to the Chaofeng Pavilion at the top of the peak. Master is waiting for you there!" A young female cultivator with freckles on her face heard After Han Li's words. Immediately said with a smile.
After hearing this, Han Li thanked him, and immediately bid farewell to the imperial weapon.
However, not long after he flew away, the three female disciples probably thought that it was impossible for Han Li to hear their conversation again, so they began to discuss unscrupulously.
"Is this Junior Brother Han really a disciple of our sect who participated in the Sword Trial Conference? It doesn't look like his cultivation level is high!"
"And the appearance is ordinary, not inconspicuous at all."
"Hee hee! You guys don't know about this, right? I watched all of Junior Brother Han's matches, so I'll tell you..."
Hearing this, Han Li withdrew his consciousness with a wry smile on his face, shook his head, and flew straight to the peak.
Baifeng Peak is not very high, and within a short while, Han Li flew to the top of the peak. Here is a flat land with a radius of hundreds of feet, surrounded by white clouds, full of aura, as strict as a fairyland on earth.
And in this fairyland-like place, there is only one lonely pavilion standing there. The pavilion is about 20 feet high, and it is divided into three floors. It is completely built with unknown white wood, without any color of powder, which looks elegant and simple.
Han Li landed on the front of the pavilion, and said loudly: "Disciple Han Li, pay homage to Master Song!" As soon as he said these words, Han Li felt a faint trace of spiritual consciousness, which swept over his body and Han Li pretended I don't know, standing there with the same expression as usual.
After a while, a woman's gentle and moving voice came from the pavilion: "Since you're here, go straight to the second floor. I'll wait for you here."
"Obey!" Han Li didn't say much, stepped forward a few steps, and gently pushed the wooden door.
The door of the pavilion was easily pushed open, and the first floor was empty, except for a magic circle that seemed to be used for practicing, there was nothing else.
After Han Li swept away, he went directly to the second floor.
The layout on the second floor is also cold and simple, except for a few wooden frames piled up with some ritual artifacts and jade slips, there are only a few chairs and a low stone table.
As soon as he emerged from the second floor, Han Li saw a woman in blue sitting on a chair, looking down at a pile of worn-out bamboo slips on the table. .
Han Li hesitated for a moment, and just when he was about to say something, the woman raised her head, revealing a stunning appearance that made people's heart skip a beat.
"Are you Han Li?" The stunning woman who seemed to be in her mid-twenties asked calmly.
"Yes, Master!" Han Li replied with his hands down.
"Well! Since being able to come here is also your chance, I will naturally guide you with all my heart. But in this Chaofeng Pavilion, you can only stay for three days. Once the three days are up, you must leave. During this period, you can How much you comprehend depends entirely on your luck." The woman stared at Han Li with unusually clear and bright eyes and said slowly.
I don't know why, although this woman's cultivation base is not high, but under her stare, Han Li suddenly has a feeling of being peeped clean by the other party, and he can't help being shocked. You know, with Han Li's current strength of consciousness, it is really weird for him to have this feeling. Obviously, the other party used some magical powers to detect the mind.
Before he could think about it, Han Li said yes on the surface with a respectful face, but in secret the Dayan Jue skills circulated all over his body in an instant, and quickly protected his mind.
While Han Li was secretly vigilant and wondering, a strange light flashed in the clear and bright eyes of the woman in blue, and she closed her eyes with a trace of tiredness on her face.
"Recite the formulas of the exercises you practiced to me first, and then go to the first floor and wait for a while. Don't come up without my instructions. After I have a little understanding, I will call you up to explain in detail what you don't understand and what you don't understand. Obscurity, let's start now!" The woman said softly.
"Yes, this disciple is practicing the Xuanbing Jue given by Uncle Mu. This exercise..." Han Li slowly recited it without changing his expression.
After a cup of tea, Han Li finally finished reciting.
The woman in blue nodded slightly, and waved her hand to signal Han Li to go down for now. After Han Li saluted, he left the second floor without saying a word.
The woman in blue looked at Han Li's disappearing back, and sat on the chair with a slight frown. But after a while, she raised her eyebrows and slowly stood up, and with a wave of her hand, a blue soundproof cover appeared on her body.
Then she took out a sound transmission talisman, whispered something calmly, then threw the talisman out of the mask, turned into a flame and flew out of the window, and then disappeared.
Halfway up the mountainside of Luoyunzong's main peak, on the attic where the alchemy monks gathered last time, the white-bearded old man stood at the window and looked at it leisurely. Suddenly his eyes flashed, and a fire shot directly towards him from outside the sky.
The old man raised his hand silently, and a white glow shot out from the palm of his hand, engulfing the red light in his hand, turning it into raging fire. In the flames came the short voice of the woman in blue: "Han Li is fine, but Du Dong has a ghost!"
"Hmph! Is there a ghost? I knew something was wrong. At the beginning, the Du family and the Fu family who held power in Baiqiaoyuan had a good relationship. They are descendants of the Du family. Naturally, they should worship under Baiqiaoyuan. How could they come to my Luoyunzong?" Here we come." The white-bearded old man said coldly to himself, with a hint of chill on his face.
"However, Junior Sister Song's psychic powers are becoming more and more powerful. Apart from the two senior uncles, whether I can resist it forcefully is a matter of two opinions." The old man with white beard seemed to think of something again, slightly He murmured enviously.
More than two months later, in the western mountain range of Yunmeng Mountain, where the sect of Baiqiaoyuan is located, in a huge valley surrounded by mountains, thousands of disciples of Baiqiaoyuan, dressed in various clothes, gathered in the square in the center of the valley. Excited discussion, noisy non-stop.
There are still many people looking at the sky eagerly, with impatient expressions on their faces, as if they are anxiously waiting for something.