Ning looked at the old man at the desk for a long time and took notes. After a while, he remembered that today was not only the day of the Sword Trial Meeting, but also the day of the Outer Peak Assessment.
He held his head, feeling that he had forgotten something very important.
The old man waited for a while, but when he saw that he didn't speak, he raised his head and asked curiously: "What? Are you nervous? If you are nervous, just change to the next one and let the one who is not nervous come."
Ning Jiujiu thought to himself that no matter how he came, he came, so he just gave it a try.
"How to assess?" Ning Changjiu asked.
The old man was stunned for a while, then raised his head, with a scowl on his face, and said, "What is your name? Teacher Sun spent more than a moment explaining it earlier, where did you listen?"
Ning Jiujiu didn't know how to refute.
Ning Jiujiu's sudden appearance was a surprise to the other disciples around him. From their perspective, a young man suddenly walked out of a pile of rocks that could hardly hide anyone.
The disciple who was supposed to appear next, but was interrupted by Ning Jiujiu's appearance, stood in the middle of the road, in a dilemma.
He slowly came to his senses in shock and looked at the young man in white.
The young man had a face that looked familiar but he didn’t know where he had seen it before. He originally thought he was here to cause trouble during the Waifeng assessment, but after staring for a while, he found that the man had been rubbing his head, and it looked like he had fallen somewhere. The fool who came down...
Could it be that some bad guy who wanted to cause trouble was lurking on the rock wall, and he slipped and fell and damaged his brain
He boldly stepped forward, looked at Ning Changjiu, and asked, "Who are you?"
The old man heard other voices asking questions, and became even more angry. He banged the pen on the table, splattering ink on his hands, blew his beard and glared: "Which disciple are you? What trouble are you making? Does this place belong to you or to me?" ?”
The disciple was shocked, and quickly turned around and bowed to the old man, saying apologetically: "Sir Sword Master, I am the disciple who is going to participate in this round of assessment."
The old man pointed at Ning Changjiu with his pen and asked in confusion: "Then who is he?"
How does that disciple know? You can't say that he fell from the sky, right? If the master swordsman feels that he is playing tricks on him, then he may not be qualified to participate in the assessment.
Ning Jiujiu avoided his embarrassment and took the initiative to speak: "My name is Ning Jiujiu, and I have long-term vision and long-term life."
The old man hummed lightly and said, "The name is a good one."
Then he picked up the paper and flipped it over, frowning suddenly and said: "Ning Jiujiu... Well, this person is not on this list. Where did you come from? Or did you remember the wrong name as an imposter?"
"Ning Jiujiu?" The disciple was surprised when he heard this. He immediately remembered some stories from the inner peak and asked, "Are you that Ning Jiujiu?"
Ning looked at the old man for a long time and said, "It was Lu... Peak Master who asked me to come."
The old man was also surprised: "The Peak Master asked you to come? Do you know the Peak Master?"
Then he remembered something, and when he looked up at Ning Jiujiu, his eyes changed a bit, and he asked, "Are you the legendary only outer disciple of the Inner Peak?"
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said, "It's me."
Many people present also remembered the legend in the inner peak.
It is said that there is a young girl who is amazingly talented and beautiful. As soon as she entered the peak, she was accepted as an inner disciple by the peak master. And the girl was accompanied by a slutty senior brother. One of them achieved the Tao of chickens and dogs and ascended to heaven. The lucky guy named Ning Jiujiu also moved in. In the inner peak, it is said that he found an excuse to take classes with the girl.
This kind of bad rules made many people jealous. They had been waiting for when the boy who was like a male favorite would be kicked out of Neifeng after getting tired of it.
However, that disciple seemed to have some tricks up his sleeve. He stayed close to him and never let go. He also knew how a big tree attracts the wind. He was a low-key person and rarely had any scandals. Only a few disciples had seen him when Lu Marion punished Yan Feng that day, but he Apart from his good looks, there's nothing too outstanding about him.
Now, the legendary figure finally suddenly and vividly appeared in front of him.
Many people whispered to each other before slowly coming back to their senses and realizing his identity. Most of them felt contempt and disdain for this kind of disciple who relied on others' power.
Today he fell down from above and appeared behind the peak stone, looking completely lost. Maybe he had fallen out of favor and was kicked out. Some female disciples showed more curiosity, as if they hoped he could bring something interesting.
The bottom of the peak is no colder than the top, and fluffy green grass has grown on the ground. The snow-white waterfall cascading down from the peak has turned into mist in mid-air. If you look up at this moment, you can still see several colorful lights hanging in the mid-air.
It's just that the spring breeze blew past the corners of the young man's clothes, making him feel a little desolate for some reason.
The old man looked at him for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly and said: "Since the peak master asked you to come, you should give it a try."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Where are the rules?"
The old man didn't bother to tell him again. He pointed at the disciple who was accidentally cut into the queue by Ning Changjiu and said, "Come first and show him."
That young man was also considered a leader in the outer peak. He had reached the middle realm of Nascent Xuan in just one year. This made many younger disciples admire him and felt that it was almost certain that he would enter the inner peak.
He was originally a little nervous about this assessment, but this small twist and turn diluted the nervousness in his heart. He thought that Ning Chang had lived in the inner peak for several months. Although he was not an expert, he had always seen experts. He wanted him to Look, what kind of people are those who truly enter the inner peak through strength.
"Yes, Master Swordsman!" the disciple replied loudly, feeling more confident.
The assessment to enter Waifeng is divided into three steps, which may seem simple but are actually strict.
Yujian Tianzong practices swordsmanship, but no matter how the purpose of sword moves changes, the real core of sword moves is always speed, power and precision.
The speed and ruthlessness of the sword are what almost all sword masters pursue throughout their lives.
The first test is the speed of drawing the sword. The rules are not difficult. Just place a wooden stake in front of the disciple and give him three breaths to see how many sword marks he can make on the wooden stake. If the number of sword marks exceeds two Ten, you can enter the next round.
This is the easiest of the three links.
The disciple looked extremely focused. He had practiced countless times for today, and even the three-breath time had been beat tens of thousands of times in his mind. He could accurately grasp every moment and make sure not to waste any time.
The spiritual energy poured into the sword, and the short three breaths seemed extremely long.
Under the sun, the sword body reflected the scorching light. In the eyes of the disciples with slightly poor eyesight, the sword turned into a swaying line of light and shadow in an instant, so fast that it was dizzying.
Ning took a long look and roughly understood the rules, then gently rubbed his forehead, thinking about what he had forgotten just now.
He stretched out his hand, and there was a blood mark on his palm. He was extremely sure that this blood mark was made by himself.
The blood marks were not deep and were a little hasty. It was probably to remind myself of something in a hurry.
It's just...what exactly do you want to remind
He felt a headache.
The first round of assessment ended quickly. The disciple put away his sword, and then an instructor stepped forward and counted the notches on the wooden stakes.
"Thirty one, more than twenty, passed." He announced the number and the result.
The old man nodded, somewhat satisfied, and said, "Continue."
The second round tests the ability to draw a sword.
A wooden sign was erected in front of the disciple. There were hundreds of grids on the wooden sign, and a color was painted in the center of each grid. Then the old man would carry the sign over and casually mention a color. Then the disciple Relying on his memory, he left traces of the sword stabbing in the corresponding color blocks on the wooden board behind his back.
Ning took a long look and thought it was a little fancy and a little boring.
The memory of monks is generally better than that of ordinary people, but this disciple does not seem to be strong in memory. He only tattooed twelve squares correctly, but he still reached the standard of ten squares required by the outer peak.
The last test is the most difficult.
Only then did Ning Jiujiu notice a strongman holding a sword standing in front of the old man. He had glanced at it casually and thought it was a grinding book boy.
If this strong-backed warrior knew this idea, he would probably want to yank out Ning Jiujiu's eyeballs.
The old man said: "Choose one."
The weapon box was opened, and there were several weapons of various sizes arranged in rows, including dexterous light swords, heavy pumpkins, spears suitable for thrusting... eighteen kinds of weapons, all available.
This is to ask the disciple to choose a weapon for the strongman, and as long as the disciple can withstand three moves with this weapon, he will pass the test.
The disciple's expression became extremely serious. The warrior was at a good level, at least a monk at the upper level of the Mysterious Realm. Several potential disciples had fallen at this level before.
He took a deep breath, pointed at the dagger that seemed to be the lightest, and said, "That's it."
The strong man picked up the dagger and weighed it, looking a little unhappy. He still preferred weapons such as heavy swords.
Seeing his displeased expression, the disciple felt more relaxed. This dagger would greatly reduce the warrior's innate advantages, leaving him with nowhere to display his brute strength. As long as he fought steadily and focused on defense, he should not be able to survive three moves. question.
But this disciple still miscalculated. After surviving two attacks, he was already showing some joy in his heart. The strongman suddenly stopped using his light sword and slapped him directly on the chest. The disciple did not react and avoided it. He was slapped and flew away.
The strong man has some remaining strength when he hits the palm, so he won't be too seriously injured.
The disciple clutched his chest and fell on the grass, looking extremely shocked. He looked at the old man and wanted to seek justice for himself: "This... he cheated! Does this count? This... this is not in line with the rules at all!"
The old man didn't even raise his eyelids, thinking that none of the so many disciples had passed the examination. Over the years, each generation has really been worse than the last.
He yelled at the top of his lungs: "Next one."
The disciple clutched his chest and looked ashen. A year's hard work was in vain. It would be a year before he wanted to join the inner peak again.
He turned to look at Ning Changjiu, and the anger in his heart was transferred to this low-income disciple.
Ning Jiujiu disagreed and ignored his gaze.
The old man asked casually: "Do you understand the rules?"
Ning Jiujiu nodded, took the sword and walked to a newly erected wooden stake. After passing the sword for three breaths, Ning Jiujiu put away the sword and walked to the next assessment.
The instructor counted the sword marks on the wooden pile and said loudly: "Twenty-one."
Many people present had different expressions. The disciple who had just failed felt reassured, thinking that although he was not as weak as he thought, he was at such a level that it would be difficult for him in the second round, let alone the third round of assessment. .
Ning took a long look at the wooden board.
The plank was carried on his back.
The old man glanced at the new willows blown by the spring breeze and said: "Green."
Ning Jiujiu didn't like the color, but it didn't stop him from drawing the sword. A golden light flashed in his eyes. The spring breeze blew by, and the budding new willows swayed with the wind. The willow branches moved the sword slightly, and the sword energy was swallowed and exhaled. Like the sharp spring breeze in February.
The old man's lazy expression suddenly became serious. He didn't see clearly how the young man drew the sword, but almost at the same time, there was a regular gap in the center of all the green squares on the board - that was the tip of the sword. Like puncture marks.
Ning Jiujiu made it to the next round.
The disciples present who were far away could not see clearly what was happening, and did not know whether he had passed the second round, when they heard Ning Jiujiu say in an extremely calm tone: "You can choose one yourself."
The strongman frowned suddenly. He looked at this ignorant boy and sneered, "Are you sure?"
Ning Jiujiu didn't want to talk nonsense and just nodded.
Lux smiled heartily, either in ridicule or appreciation, and praised: "So brave."
Today's round of assessment, there are a few people who can make it to this round, but no one has dared to pick this giant sword. He feels that those disciples are courageless, and their whole day's interest has been wasted.
At this moment, when he heard the arrogant words coming from the weak-looking young man in white, he didn't show any politeness and directly took out a huge sword and pressed it down.
Ning Jiujiu did nothing.
Rikishi felt a chill in his heart, wondering what the hell this man was up to, even if he couldn't block him, forcing himself to withdraw some strength to avoid seriously injuring him.
His joy at choosing the epee soon turned into discomfort.
And the unhappiness in my heart turned into pain in an instant.
A breeze blew by, carrying the faint fragrance of new grass.
Lux's movements stiffened.
His sword struck down smoothly, but fell to the ground.
I don't know when the young man was no longer around.
He was like the spring breeze that passed around his shoulders, and when he concentrated again, it was already behind him.
Ning Jiujiu had his back to him. He held the sword in his backhand, and the tip of the sword hit the center of the strongman's back, piercing his clothes and sticking to his flesh.
"You..." Lux felt the light on his back, still puzzled: "How did you do it?"
Ning didn't answer for a long time. He put away his sword, walked to the old man, took a jade plaque from the inner peak disciple from his table, engraved his name on it, replaced the one on his waist, and then Without saying a word, he walked towards the mountain path leading to the inner peak.
As his figure left, the wooden pile that originally had only twenty-one sword marks suddenly lit up with countless sword lights. Then it suddenly collapsed and turned into more than 3,400 pieces of sawdust, which fell like snowflakes. On the ground, gradually blown away in the spring breeze.
After a long time, a large number of exclamations were heard on the field, and Ning Jiujiu's back had long since disappeared into the depths of the clouds at Tianku Peak.
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