As far as the eye can see, it is a huge square paved with a whole piece of white marble, connected end to end by a circular corridor in the southeast and northwest. Zheng Wan followed the master to step on the corridor and looked out.
A square sword stand rises right in front of the square, and in the middle of the sword stand is a Taiji Xingyi, one black and one white, two yin and yang fishes are connected head to tail, and eight Sanqing sandalwood chairs are lined up in a row.
The sandalwood chair was still empty.
On the square facing the sword platform, there were quite a few people sitting there.
In the front, there are two rows of long tables facing each other. The long tables have everything from high-level Yuanguo, high-level Yuanlu, and sixth- and seventh-level Yuanshi.
And after a few days, he was accompanied by a white-robed disciple of the Guixu Sect.
After a long time and then going out, it is the disciples of various disciplines who are not qualified enough to sit forward and just come to see the excitement.
This is Zheng Wan's first time stepping into the Guixu Gate.
Guixu Gate is completely different from Yuqing Gate.
Yuqingmen pays attention to elegance, and exquisitely carved pavilions and pavilions can be seen everywhere, with light gauze and graceful dancing. The Guixu Gate is much more simple. Along the way, there are no complicated and gorgeous decorations, but the simple and simple charm that has accumulated over the years.
Zheng Wan looked at the sword platform in the middle, and suddenly thought of Cui Wang.
That person's temperament fits perfectly with this sect.
Zixiu glanced at the apprentice, waved her sleeves:
"arrive."
The Wuwangjing Sword Cultivator who led the way also stopped, and he stood respectfully behind a long table:
"Dao-jun, please take a seat."
Only then did Zheng Wan come back to her senses, and among the twelve long tables closest to the sword platform, her Yuqing Sect was indeed at the end.
"Jade beauty, beauty!"
A familiar voice came from diagonally opposite, Zheng Wan looked up and saw Shu Jin standing behind a middle-aged scribe, waving desperately at her, she couldn't help but smile.
Taoist Zixiu took his seat and glanced at the opposite side:
"Do you know the book boy?"
Without waiting for Zheng Wan's answer, she commented on her own: "This young man looks very good, unlike him, Aye."
The middle-aged scribe on the opposite side snorted coldly:
"Zixiu, do you want to fight again?"
He had a thin and long face, with single eyelids and thin lips, but he was whiter than that, and the smell of books was so strong that people couldn't help but ignore his too bland facial features——
But it's really not like he can give birth to a son who looks like Shu Jin.
At least, Shujin's flirtatious peach blossom eyes and Nongli's facial features are completely different from his.
Zixiu drank a cup of Yuanlu with a smile:
"Do not hit."
Dao-jun Jingsu smiled beside him:
"Shuya Daojun, don't get angry easily on this auspicious day, the grand ceremony will start soon."
"Angry?" Daoist Shuya glanced at the side pointingly, the Taoist Dunwu from Tianzunmen who was squeezed out of the Wuya list came to the table, his face was black.
Dunwu Daojun's face became even darker, and he rolled up his sleeves:
"Shu Yan, are you looking for a fight?"
"If you hit me, I'm afraid of you?" Shuyan waved his feather fan, and sat calmly behind the long table, and the words that came out of his mouth were not polite at all, "Come on!"
"Come on!"
The Taoist monarchs would fight if they disagreed, and the disciples of Guixumen were at a loss, but they heard a burst of hearty "haha" laughter, and their own Tianhe Taoist came from outside with a sword:
"Who wants to fight? I will fight with you!"
Seeing this, the Taoists gave up angrily.
Dunwu Daojun is even more like a shy mimosa, muttering:
"The Formless Realm also came to fight against the Miaofa Realm and bully people."
"Aren't you bullying others when you come to fight at my apprentice's Venerable Ceremony?"
Daoist Tianhe doesn't care about the matter of losing face, they return to the Xumen, and they pay attention to reducing ten meetings with one force.
Zheng Wan looked left and right while the Taoist monarchs were talking.
After a while, she saw many acquaintances, Mingyu, Qianshuang, Shujin, Jingyue, Guijing, ah—
Li Siyi.
He was wearing a pink robe, standing flamboyantly behind Tianhe Taoist, winking at her.
Just as she was about to say hello, Zheng Wan suddenly felt the heat on her head. When she looked up, she saw Daoist Tianhe staring at her for a long time—just when she subconsciously wanted to smile back, Daoist Tianhe's gaze slipped lightly again. leave.
"Don't be nervous." Taoist Zixiu said, "Although Tianhe protects his weaknesses, he will not bully the younger generation for nothing. At most... he will ask you to end in a while, and fight with his disciples and grandchildren."
Zheng Wan: "..."
No, she doesn't want to.
Just look at Cui Wang's fighting strength of Guixumen Sword Cultivator.
"The three o'clock of the time has come, and the Venerable's Grand Ceremony begins!"
The yin and yang fish on the sword platform suddenly came alive, Taoist Tianhe lifted his foot and stepped onto the platform, and at the same time, seven people walked from a distance outside the square with swords, wearing white robes from the gate of the ruins, and the sword patterns on the robes were different. One, up to eight—
Zheng Wan glanced at it, and felt that her eyes were stinging, filled with tears.
Looking around, the lower-level disciples lowered their heads and rubbed their eyes, while the slightly higher-level disciples raised their heads in amazement.
"My Yuqing Sect is only in the Miaofa Realm, and the masters of the four peaks are all in the Weiwei Realm. But you see, in the Guixu Sect, just these elders, the lowest is the Miaofa, the highest is Huanxu, and there is one who is about to collapse. Mingguang didn’t come…”
Rao Zixiu could take it easy, but couldn't help shaking her head, "No comparison."
Zheng Wan got used to the meeting and saw that the eight Daoist and Immortal Lords had all been seated, both men and women, some were still young and some had gray hair.
"Sword please!"
But seeing a purple light rising faintly from the sky, followed by a white light as fast as a shooting star, two sword lights came suddenly, and the three circles around the sword platform suddenly screamed—
The long swords in the hands of the disciples of Guixu Sect were unintentionally controlled, and the tips of the swords tilted towards the sword platform together.
The same is true for expatriate disciples.
"You actually invited Fufeng and Zidian!"
Zheng Wan listened to the disciple who also came with Taoist Lord sigh and said, "When Taoist Tianhe held the grand ceremony of the venerable, and when he bathed in the sword pool, he just invited out a handful of green leaves."
"Mu Jianchi? What does this mean?"
"Guixumen dug a sword pool at the beginning of the founding of the sect, and it has been passed down to the present. There are countless strange swords in the sword pool. Every sword cultivator of the Guixu sect has to soak in the sword pool once when he is a beginner. Take the sword. And after ascending to the Wonderful Law Realm, you have to bathe in the sword pond again to get meaning. Fufeng and Zidian, the former one is the portable sword of Fufeng Xianjun who has been promoted to immortal, and the latter one , which is the natal sword of Immortal Ben Lei. The two have been conceived for thousands of years, and they have long had sword souls. According to rumors, no monk has been able to invite these two swords at the same time. It can be seen—"
"No, look! Look!"
The man's voice shifted with excitement.
Zheng Wan looked back subconsciously, but saw where Fufeng and Zidian came from, thousands of long swords poured in like densely packed ants, covering the entire sky—
Now, even the Taoist monarchs who were sitting comfortably couldn't sit still.
They all stood up.
"Wanjian Chaozong?!" Daoist Tianhe on the sword platform opened his big copper bell eyes, blushing with excitement, and slapped his thigh, "It's Wanjian Chaozong! Great Elder, it's Wanjian Chaozong!"
The Great Elder in the Eight Swords Dao robe burst into tears:
"I didn't expect, I didn't expect that this old man could see such a scene in his lifetime..."
Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at the tens of thousands of long swords that covered the sky and covered the sun. They were placed under this long sword and could not move.
Zheng Wan forcibly suppressed Feng Long who was about to emerge from her dantian.
At this moment, a stream of feathered light protruded from the dark sky, and thousands of swords began to tremble and roar. Show your true face.
His white robe was loose, his black hair drooped slightly, and he stepped on the sword and fell slowly.
The breeze blows his toga, lifts his long hair, and a lock of black hair hangs down, but it makes that face whiter, like carved from ice and snow, and his pupils turn blacker, as cold as an inhuman god or Buddha .
Wan Jian roared and stopped.
Cui Wang.
He seemed colder.
Zheng Wan withdrew her gaze and stopped looking at him.