Pei Jing was stunned for a moment, then quickly came back to his senses and said, "I don't think I need to try anymore. He is definitely not suitable for Yunxiao."
Chen Xu: "You are simply unreasonable."
Pei Jing said: "Don't worry, I definitely know him better than you."
Chen Xu was so angry that he cursed: "You know shit."
Pei Jing took a step forward, his expression casual but serious: "Trust me, I'm very good at judging people."
Chen Xu's expression turned serious and he said, "It's unfair to deny him the qualification to join the sect just based on your words!"
Pei Jing's smile faded: "What's unfair? It's not suitable! Yunxiao disciples never cultivate the ruthless path. His talent is amazing, and the coldness and cruelty in his bones are equally amazing." At this point, Pei Jing lowered his voice: "Or in other words, Yunxiao is not suitable for him. If he stays in Yunxiao, the sword intent inherited by Yunxiao will instead erase his talent."
Chen Xu said: "How do you know he is not suitable?"
Pei Jing said: "Just watch."
A trace of spiritual power surged out from his fingertips and poured into the Xuanshui Mirror. In an instant, the sky and the earth twisted, and a new illusion appeared above the suspension bridge.
The sky twisted and the air flow suddenly became rapid.
Then the bloody rain disappeared, the broken bridge was covered with snow, and in an instant the sky and earth became desolate, and it became an ordinary snowy day.
The place where Chu Junyu was originally standing turned into a flat ground from the mouth of the hanging bridge.
The cold wind howled, scraping on people's faces like a knife.
Everything within the field of vision was white.
Chu Junyu didn't move.
After waiting for a long time, he heard the voice of someone behind him.
The voice belonged to a young man, who was startled and trembling because of the cold: "Oh my god, what is this? The Yunxiao selection is too perverted. I was almost scared to tears by the ghost just now, and now it wants to freeze me to death?"
Chu Junyu turned around and looked at the young man across the vast snow.
The boy was wearing thin brown clothes, his nose was red from being frozen in the snow, his hair was tied up loosely with a straw rope, he had a handsome face, very white skin and big eyes.
Now I am so cold that I am curled up and hugging my chest.
He looked around, and the moment he saw Chu Junyu, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had seen a relative, and he ran forward: "Wow! It's you! What a coincidence, we were just sitting on the same white crane, do you still remember me?" The young man smiled and said with relief: "I didn't expect that we would come out together."
Chu Junyu's eyes remained fixed on his face, staring at him for a long time.
The wind and snow were howling, and for a moment the whole world and even the whole heart stopped.
After a long time, he smiled.
"What a coincidence."
The voice was low, but every word was clear.
The young man was stunned for a moment, and then the light in his eyes became brighter: "Ah, you actually spoke! I saw you were silent on Yunhe, and I thought you would ignore me."
Chu Junyu's eyes fell on him and asked, "Are you cold?"
The boy said, "It's icy and snowy here, and I'm wearing so little, I must be cold. Oh, forget it, let's find a way to get out of here, I'm afraid I'll freeze to death if I stay any longer."
As he spoke, he reached out to grab Chu Junyu's hand. The moment he touched it, he immediately pulled it back in shock and looked at him in shock: "My God, how come your hands are colder than mine."
Chu Junyu spread out his hands, snowflakes piled up in his palms, not melting. Slowly, a blood-colored aura swirled around his hands and condensed into an umbrella again. He held up the umbrella, put aside the wind and snow, and hit the boy on the head: "Find an exit first."
The boy's eyes were filled with shock: "This umbrella... you you you..." He kept yelling for a long time, unable to speak, and finally whispered: "You are too amazing."
Chu Junyu did not comment on his praise. When the sky and earth turned white, he seemed to know the direction and walked forward without stopping.
The two walked in the snow, under an umbrella, and the only sound was the sound of footsteps over the sparse snow. The boy's black eyes were blatantly looking at Chu Junyu, with no other emotions in his eyes except admiration and amazement.
He waited for a long time before mustering up the courage to say, "My name is Zhang Yiming, I'm from Jizhou. I ran away from home and came to Canghua just to worship Ru Yunxiao. What about you?"
"Chu Junyu."
The young man in black held up his umbrella and spoke calmly.
There is nothing else besides this.
Zhang Yiming repeated his name several times and muttered, "It sounds amazing."
In front of the absolute strength of his peers, he was too lazy to even feel jealous. Instead, he became excited and said, "If you leave this snowy area, I'm afraid you will be directly accepted as a disciple of the inner peak."
"How do you say it?"
"This is a rumor I heard. It said Yunxiao has given us ten inner peak spots to choose from among those with outstanding performance. You are so talented, you must be one of them."
Chu Junyu looked down at him and said, "Really?"
Zhang Yiming nodded heavily: "Of course. He can easily conjure up an umbrella. I have never seen anyone who has this ability among so many people. I think you can now think about which elder peak to worship."
Chu Junyu lowered his eyes and smiled.
Zhang Yiming was shivering with cold, but he still grinned: "Be confident and everything will be fine. I bet you will definitely enter the inner peak. If you are lucky, you may be able to directly become the disciple of the head of Yunxiao Sect - how prestigious it would be."
He has now called his brothers.
Chu Junyu said: "Doesn't Yunxiao have a rule that the master can only accept one disciple in his lifetime?"
Zhang Yiming said: "Then you can become the disciple of the master's disciple, which is also considered as becoming the master's disciple. Do you know who the disciple of Master Yunxiao is now? You might be scared to death if I tell you the name."
Chu Junyu seemed to be intrigued by him: "Tell me about it."
Zhang Yiming said: "That is Senior Brother Pei, who is known as a 'genius', Pei Yuzhi."
"The sword that surpasses the frost at Wuwang Peak is him. He is the number one in the Heaven Questioning Test and can be said to be a leader of the new generation in the cultivation world. I heard that he is about to break through to the Nascent Soul stage now."
The smile on Chu Junyu's lips was a little cold and a little ambiguous in the wind and snow: "Continue."
Zhang Yiming was stunned: "Continue what?"
Chu Junyu: "Keep scaring me."
"... ..."
Zhang Yiming was choked up, his smile frozen on his face. After figuring out what was going on, he widened his eyes and said, "No, brother, you didn't even know Pei Yuzhi was here at Yunxiao? He is Yunxiao's chief disciple and the future headmaster!"
Chu Junyu said perfunctorily: "Oh."
Zhang Yiming: "... OK, I understand."
As they talked, the road turned a corner and a broken bridge appeared in the vast snow. Standing in front of them, the end was hidden in the deep clouds, and no one knew where it led to. Chu Junyu closed his umbrella, and the white snow covered his black hair, as if his hair had turned white in an instant.
He looked at the bridge ahead and said, "Once we cross the bridge, we've passed the level. You go first."
Zhang Yiming was confused and asked, "Ah? Why? Can't we just go together?"
Chu Junyu said: "The roads are slippery in snowy weather, which is inconvenient."
Zhang Yiming nodded: "Oh."
He always felt that Chu Junyu was annoyed with him and didn't want to walk with him on the last leg of the journey. He felt unhappy and embarrassed. But he was too embarrassed to say anything after bothering him for so long. Zhang Yiming hugged his arms and rushed into the snow. He had walked in the snow for too long, his legs and feet were stiff, and his hands were numb. He was restless again, and stepped into the air in front of the bridge.
The wooden planks on the bridge were already unstable, but they were covered by snow and could not be seen. He stepped on the planks directly. The broken bridge shook, and he lost weight for a moment. Zhang Yiming screamed, but fortunately he reacted quickly and climbed up to the edge of the snow. However, his arms were stiff and he could not hold on steadily. He slid back slowly and was about to slide down the cliff.
He frantically turned to the only person in the entire snowfield for help: "Save me!"
Chu Junyu stood in the snow, his light-colored eyes almost transparent against the white light. After hearing his call for help, he stayed where he was for a while before slowly walking over.
Zhang Yiming's back was already wet with cold sweat. After such a shock, he regained consciousness from the cold. Seeing Chu Junyu approaching, he was almost in tears and shouted at the risk of his life: "Save me!"
Chu Junyu half squatted down, grabbed his wrist, and rescued him from the edge of the cliff.
After surviving the disaster, Zhang Yiming was almost scared out of his wits. He sat on the snow for a long time but didn’t feel cold. He just grimaced and said, “What bad luck have I got! Is Yunxiao so poor? Even the bridge is rotten?”
Chu Junyu didn't stand up, just stared at him, his overly pale face glowing with a faint and mysterious light under the snow. His black hair was like a waterfall, and his clothes were rich and brocade. His very pale eyes seemed to be smiling at the moment, but the content was cold.
"They say the roads are slippery in snowy weather, why are you still so careless?"
Zhang Yiming curled his lips: "It's not that the road is slippery, this is a trap set by Yunxiao."
Chu Junyu stretched out his hand to him: "Can you still walk?"
Zhang Yiming moved his hands, but found that they had been pressed on the snow for too long and had become stuck to the ice. He wanted to cry but had no tears. His skin was torn and his palms were bloody. With the help of Chu Junyu, he stood up. He couldn't stand steadily when he stood up - his legs had just hit the cliff wall and were injured, so he couldn't walk.
Zhang Yiming sighed: "... ... I may not be able to reach Yunxiao, you should leave quickly, don't worry about me, and try to be the first person to leave this illusion."
Chu Junyu lowered his eyes and said calmly: "It's not like you to give up so early."
Zhang Yiming's eyes widened, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "How come you say that as if you know me very well."
Chu Junyu said again: "Let me carry you across this bridge."
Zhang Yiming was dumbfounded: "Huh?"
Chu Junyu smiled with a dignified and elegant aura. He stretched out his hand, naturally supported Zhang Yiming's arm, and then carried him on his back.
Zhang Yiming only felt the breath on his body was as cold as snow. He sighed a few times and struggled, "Please don't. It's too much trouble for you."
Chu Junyu said: "It's not bad."
Seeing him like this, Zhang Yiming felt deeply saddened.
He had a slight headache, so he could only sigh hoarsely: "Brother, you are such a good person."
Chu Junyu paused and said, "You are sick."
Zhang Yiming also felt dizzy, and he held back a sneeze in his throat, and replied, "Maybe."
Chu Junyu seemed to smile and said, "It's really difficult for you."
Zhang Yiming sneered and said in a muffled voice, "What the hell? This must be difficult for you."
The snow and wind broke the bridge, and the two mountains faced each other. There were only the two of them in the silent snowfield.
After a long while, Zhang Yiming seemed to be really confused and babbling nonsense, and asked: "What do you think of Yunxiao?"
Chu Jun praised: "The first of the immortal sects, a great place for sword cultivation..."
Zhang Yiming murmured, "But he has so many rules and strict disciplines. It's really annoying."
After that he asked again.
"What do you think of Pei Yuzhi?"
There was no emotion in Chu Junyu's lowered eyes.
"Nothing."
Zhang Yiming chuckled and fell into a deep sleep: "Okay, I'm counting on you."