Li Chengfeng never expected that his random actions would produce such a series of waves and changes. What he didn't even expect was that this series of changes would eventually lead to a terrible storm that was about to sweep in, and ultimately change The whole Lingshan sect.
"Master, is the Hidden Sword Pavilion okay?" Su Yuehan looked at Li Chengfeng with a worried look. The two of them came out of the Hidden Sword Pavilion early in the morning and passed through the mountain gate of the Hidden Sword Pavilion. After asking about the location of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, The two of them walked towards the Hidden Sword Pavilion three hills away.
Li Chengfeng didn't dare to use the teleportation array. Firstly, he didn't know where the teleportation array to the Hidden Sword Pavilion was. Secondly, even if he knew where it was, he might not dare to go there.
Li Chengfeng said: "After all, it was once the 'Lingshan Four-Four Pavilion, the only sword' Hidden Sword Pavilion. No matter how broken the ship is, it still has three nails."
"But will they take us in?" Su Yuehan frowned.
Li Chengfeng smiled and said: "The Hidden Sword Pavilion was excluded from even the selection ceremony this time. Do you think they would be overjoyed if I, a disciple who is number one in both levels, rebelled against the pavilion and joined me?"
Su Yuehan said: "But, won't they be suspicious?"
"What do you suspect? Do you suspect that I am a traitor?" Li Chengfeng licked his bare chin and frowned with thick eyebrows. "I have thick eyebrows and big eyes, so I don't look like a traitor, right?"
Su Yuehan burst into laughter: "You can't tell by appearance. If you can tell from appearance, everything will be peaceful in the world!"
"Brilliant!" Li Chengfeng nodded. He suddenly turned to look at Su Yuehan and said with a smile, "What about you? What is hidden under your appearance?"
Su Yuehan's heart was pounding, but fortunately she was experienced and calm enough. She lowered her head and blushed on her cheeks: "Young master is so bad!"
Li Chengfeng laughed loudly and walked quickly to the front. His steps were brisk, and there was no trace of the huge pressure on his shoulders.
Su Yuehan looked at Li Chengfeng with complicated eyes. She felt that she still couldn't quite understand the nature of this young master. Sometimes he was frivolous and flamboyant, sometimes calm and steady, sometimes rough and wanton, and sometimes romantic.
What kind of person is this? Or, what kind of soul is hidden under his appearance
Coming down from Zangjin Pavilion, Li Chengfeng and others spent a long time just walking down the mountain. As the saying goes, there are only three hills, but Li Chengfeng's feet were almost broken when walking.
After leaving Jinxiu Peak, the main peak of Zangjin Pavilion, we left Jinxiu Mountain and entered the adjacent mountain. This is the Jiuhuan Mountain of Zangjin Pavilion. It is famous for its nine peaks and ups and downs. It is the master of Zangxiu Pavilion. Where my uncles and uncles lived, no ordinary person dared to go there.
A man as bold as Li Chengfeng only dared to move forward quietly on the mountain road opened at the foot of the mountain from a distance, lest the uncles and uncles of Zangjin Pavilion knew what Li Chengfeng had done. He came down the mountain in anger and chopped Li Chengfeng into powder.
After bypassing Jiuhuan Mountain, the destination is Wentian Mountain, the main mountain of Lingshan Sect where the ancestral court is.
The majesty of this mountain far exceeded Li Chengfeng's imagination. Only then did he truly understand what it meant: an unparalleled majesty throughout the ages, the most beautiful mountain in the world!
This is a mountain floating in mid-air!
Li Chengfeng took a quick look and saw that Wentian Mountain has three folds and folds. He saw a flowing waterfall pouring down the mountain, making a roar of thunder. From a distance, he saw a rainbow across the sky, shrouded in clouds and mist, colorful and beautiful. It can be said that the landscape is folded into the poem, and the landscape enters the painting screen along with the poem.
Where there are mountains, there must be water. Mountains without water, or water without mountains, are like a harp without strings, or strings without a harp.
On Wentian Mountain, the mountains are majestic and majestic, serving as skeletons of flesh and blood, and the water is graceful and agile, serving as souls and souls. The most wonderful thing is the water on this mountain. This water is clouds on the mountains, rain on the mountain tops, fog on the mountain peaks, springs in the mountain streams, Xiu in the mountain ravines, mist in the mountain valleys, and waterfalls on the mountain cliffs.
The water is ever-changing, just like the ever-changing music played by the strings on the piano stand, which makes people's hearts tremble and their souls are intoxicated.
"Lingshan and Xiushui are well-deserved!" Li Chengfeng was stunned by the sight. He was so mesmerized by such beautiful scenery.
Even Su Yuehan, a well-informed **Hu, was shocked and speechless.
This water flew down from the floating mountain peaks, turned into a trickle, fell on the mountain below, then flowed down from all directions, and finally gathered at the foot of the mountain and turned into the Lingshui River. This river meanders around, and after generations of practitioners of the Lingshan sect, it has been transformed into a beautiful belt of blue waves flowing around the major peaks of Lingshan.
Li Chengfeng and Su Yuehan looked at the scenery intoxicatedly for a while. After resting for a while, they continued to move forward.
After walking for about half an hour, they gradually left the boundary of Wentian Mountain and began to head towards the Hidden Sword Pavilion. At this time, Li Chengfeng gradually discovered that the scenery along the way began to change.
If Zangjin Pavilion brings to people's senses luxury and magnificence, then Wentian Mountain gives him the feeling of majesty, magnificence and brilliance, and is well-deserved to be the number one mountain in the world.
Then the mountains on the ground of Hidden Sword Pavilion gave him a feeling of desolation and majesty, as cold as a sharp edge!
Mountain peaks rise up in front of Li Chengfeng's eyes. Some of them are covered with white snow; some are so high that they can't see their heads; some are bare stone mountains, with rugged stone peaks like ten thousand swords. Penetrating the sky, it looks like a thousand arms supporting the clouds; some mountains are lush and lush, with ancient pines and strange trees sitting around the peaks in various poses, giving people unlimited reverie.
These peaks gave Li Chengfeng the first impression of a majestic feeling: the sky is small and the mountains are huge, and the mountains are all standing outside the mountains.
It was almost evening at this time. Li Chengfeng and Su Yuehan were a little tired after walking for a day. Li Chengfeng kept cheering for Su Yuehan: "Come on, we are almost at Jiufeng Mountain of Hidden Sword Pavilion."
"Master, Master, what kind of mountain is Jiufeng Mountain?" Su Yuehan's face was flushed. Even though Li Chengfeng had carried most of the luggage, she still looked very tired, and her forehead was covered with fine sweat.
"I heard them say last night that this is the place for cultivation in the Cangjian Pavilion, which is equivalent to the Jinxiu Peak of the Cangjian Pavilion." Li Chengfeng took a breath, and there was a hint of excitement in his brows.
Su Yuehan bent over, held her knees, and sighed: "How far is it? Young Master, are we suffering too much? Maybe the senior brothers in Zangjin Pavilion may not..."
Li Chengfeng interrupted Su Yuehan and said: "I'm not worried about the senior brothers from Zangjin Pavilion and the senior sisters from Zangxiu Pavilion. What I'm really worried about is Zhan Qi Sheng. This guy is not as arrogant and stupid as he appears. , the madness he displayed in Cheng'an was more like a show, deliberately conveying to the world the image of a crazy playboy."
Su Yuehan asked curiously: "Why is this? Isn't he afraid of tarnishing his reputation?"
Li Chengfeng said: "I'm afraid he just wants to defile himself in order to protect himself!"
Su Yuehan understood somewhat: "Is he afraid that his brother will be afraid of him?"
"Maybe. How can we imagine the fight among wealthy families? But I think it should be like this." Li Chengfeng patted Su Yuehan on the shoulder and said, "Keep walking, we are almost there."
Su Yuehan followed Li Chengfeng with a grimace and continued walking forward. As she walked, she said, "What if those people in Hidden Sword Pavilion are also afraid of this Master Zhan and hand you over?"
Li Chengfeng thought for a while and said, "No, I have a way to convince them."
"What can I do?" Su Yuehan asked quickly.
Li Chengfeng smiled and said: "It's hard to say now. If it happens then, you will know. But you are right about one thing. If we come to the door rashly like this, it is indeed easy to arouse suspicion. If It would be nice to have a certificate of submission.”
As soon as Li Chengfeng finished speaking, he saw two figures suddenly jumping out from among the winding mountains and mountain roads. The two figures were wearing gray robes, with a sword pointed at the chest inlaid on the right side. The sharp sword on them is the logo of Hidden Sword Pavilion. One of them has two red edges on the cuff, one has a red edge on the cuff, and the other has two red edges on the cuff.
The two men pointed at Li Chengfeng and Su Yuehan, and shouted, "Hey! Stop!"
"I drive this road!"
"I planted this tree!"
"This is the way to go!"
"Leave the money to buy the way!"
Li Chengfeng, Su Yuehan: "..."
I'll go, right? !
Li Chengfeng was dumbfounded: Didn't I fucking leave the Lingshan Sect? What's going on
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The third explosion today! I will make up for all the red envelope burst updates!