Immortal Soaring Blade

Chapter 223: Take on a disciple

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With some nervousness, Zhao Jiuge finally looked at the paper. Although his fingertips felt cool, his heart was filled with a burning feeling caused by nervousness.

There were only a few sentences on the paper, but they had a huge impact on Zhao Jiuge's heart.

Fool, I'm leaving. You practice well at Xuantian Sword Sect. If we are destined to meet again, I hope that when we meet again, you have reached the height you want in your heart and can take me away as you said. All over the thirteen states of China.

The three words Bai Qingqing were written at the end of the paper, which made Zhao Jiuge certain that the person who wrote the letter was Bai Qingqing.

After reading these few sentences, Zhao Jiuge didn't react for a while, and then he thought, leaving

Wouldn't it mean that she would never be found again? At this moment, Zhao Jiuge felt an extremely strong sense of loss in his heart. He didn't know when Bai Qingqing started to play a role of accompanying him. He might not feel it when they are together normally, but Now it’s not discovered until after it’s lost.

At this moment, the scene from the day I met Bai Qingqing to the three years of being together seemed to be vivid in front of my eyes, and an indescribable feeling came to my heart.

Zhao Jiuge suddenly understood why Bai Qingqing seemed a little weird during this period and was always so docile, because she had already planned this day.

The only good thing is that Zhao Jiuge knows that she is not in any danger. She has a master like her second uncle by her side. However, Bai Qingqing's leaving without saying goodbye makes Zhao Jiuge unacceptable. If there is something that cannot be said in person, it must be done in this way, and He still didn't tell him where he was leaving, so he would have to worry about how to find her in the future.

Could it be that we may never see each other again in this life? Zhao Jiuge suddenly felt a little empty in his heart. He seemed to have lost his soul. He just sat blankly on the edge of the wooden bed, quietly thinking about being with Bai Qingqing. of all kinds.

Including when they first met, when she first saw the enchanting girl and asked him questions, he still remembered his slightly shy mood.

Zhao Jiuge, with dull eyes, sat motionless by the wooden bed. It wasn't until Leng Rufeng heard a cry from outside, telling him to come out and go to Xuantian Temple that Zhao Jiuge came back to his senses.

After waking up, Zhao Jiuge seemed a little emotionally unstable and impulsive. Now he wanted to leave Xuantian Sword Sect to find him, but he quickly calmed down and gave up the idea.

Now that he is only in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, where can he go even if he goes out? If he doesn't have the strength, where can he find someone? Besides, he is about to enter the inner gate now. How can he just give up like this? What's more, there is Su Su's agreement and the figure of the Prajna woman. It lingered in his mind.

Strength, strength, strength, Zhao Jiuge thought crazily in his heart. If he had strength, none of this would be a problem. Unfortunately, his current strength is too weak.

Zhao Jiuge soon thought about continuing to practice at Xuantian Sword Sect. After he had enough strength, was he still afraid that he would not be able to find Bai Qingqing

At this moment, Zhao Jiuge somewhat understood what he was thinking. He didn't know when the shadow of a girl appeared in his heart.

Bai Qingqing, no matter when, no matter where the end of the world is, I will definitely find you!

The day I find you, I must ask you what happened.

Soon, Zhao Jiuge's eyes became firm, and the decadence all over his body was swept away. He understood what he was thinking, and Zhao Jiuge had a goal.

As a cultivator, you have to go straight to your true heart, follow your heart on whatever matters, and just do it with no regrets.

I quickly took a few breaths of air and quickly returned to my original state. I couldn't tell anything was wrong.

Collecting this precious letter, he put it into the sword robe on his chest, and then slowly walked out with the cloth in his hands. At this time, Zhao Jiuge put aside Bai Qingqing's matter for the time being, because there was an important matter coming soon. The first thing to do is to meet Xuantian Jianmen Jian Wuxin.

As for Bai Qingqing, as long as he knows that she is not in any danger, Zhao Jiuge believes that as his cultivation improves, he will one day find Bai Qingqing.

With a spirit of cheering up, Zhao Jiuge left the room and saw about ten or twenty people gathered at the door. It seemed that the disciples who had passed the test had sobered up after taking the effects of Bai Zhuan Body Cleansing Pill. They were all talking excitedly.

Only Elder Li stood alone, watching something.

Seeing Zhao Jiuge come out, Leng Rufeng quickly stepped forward to Zhao Jiuge and whispered, "I didn't see Luo Xie and Cai Mengxuan." There was a bit of anxiety in his voice, because they were brothers and had a good friendship. .

Hearing this, Zhao Jiuge raised his head and glanced at the crowd. He did not see the two of them, and his face became a little worried, "Could it be on another mountain peak?"

The disciples who passed the test were placed on several peaks, and Zhao Jiuge was just one of them. Although Zhao Jiuge said this on the surface, he couldn't stand it in his heart. After all, it is human nature to be greedy for life and afraid of death, and there was always a shadow in Luo Xie's heart. When he was captured by the evil man, although he managed to escape in the end, But it's still fresh in my memory. But Zhao Jiuge believed in Luo Xie in his heart.

"I hope so." Leng Rufeng said in a deep voice.

Soon everyone was here. Elder Li looked at the group of future mainstays of Xuantian Sword Sect in front of him, with some relief in his eyes, and shouted, "Stand with me to go to Xuantian Sword Sect to meet with the master, and hold an initiation meeting, no matter what Whether you are selected or not, you will always be the elite of the sect."

His simple and concise words instantly aroused the inner emotions of all the disciples, making people unable to help but yearn for him.

"Let's go!" shouted, and then Elder Li took the lead in driving the flying sword and rushed to the front.

The disciples who had recovered and even made a little progress in their cultivation all took out their various flying swords and hurriedly followed, for fear that no one would choose them as disciples if they arrived late.

Along the way, Elder Li deliberately slowed down to let these disciples appreciate the fairyland-like scenery along the way. The disciples also talked about it, and from time to time, the sword pointed in the void. Among them, Robert Wen was the most active, and Zhao Jiuge had a pretty good impression of him. But Zhang Pingquan remained silent and only glanced at Zhao Jiuge occasionally.

Leng Rufeng Yujian stood beside Mitochondria, took a deep look at Zhao Jiuge, and then asked a little strangely, "Where's Bai Qingqing?"

Zhao Jiuge's expression froze. He did not expect that Leng Rufeng would suddenly ask this question. His face suddenly darkened. He sighed and then said slowly, "Let's go."

"Gone? Where did he go?" Leng Rufeng was startled and said with raised eyebrows. Although he didn't have a good impression of Bai Qingqing before, he changed his mind a lot later. He didn't expect to leave like this. No wonder he saw him just now Zhao Jiuge came out a little disappointed.

"I don't know either." Zhao Jiuge said in despair, feeling empty in his heart.

Seeing this, Leng Rufeng didn't ask any more questions. Seeing Zhao Jiuge's expression, he had a rough idea of what he understood.

Xuantian Palace.

Today, the main hall is no longer as deserted as before, but is full of people. The smooth face of Jian Wuxin, who is directly above him in a purple robe, has a touch more majesty than before. Apart from that, there was no one around him, and he was the only one sitting at the head of the room, on the square double-flowered chair carved from iron pear sinking wood.

Below, there are dozens of mahogany carved chairs lined up on both sides, all of which are already filled with people. In front of them were several men and women wearing black robes. Judging from their appearance, they should be elders, but there was no figure of Elder Xiaofeng.

There were four men and two women in total. The top ones on the left and right sides are two older old men. One has a kind face and a tepid smile. Behind him stands the elder Feichen! This shows the identity of the old man in front of me!

The other man was about the same age as the old man, but his skin was very shiny and did not look old. However, compared to the kind old man, this one was much colder and calmer.

Below the two of them was a beautiful middle-aged woman. Although she was wearing a black sword robe, she was actually carrying a small flying sword with a scabbard on her back. She looked quite chilling.

There was also a woman sitting opposite her, but her appearance was invisible. Her face was covered with a black silk gauze scarf, her hair was tied up high, and the whiteness of her face could be seen through the gaps in the silk gauze. As well as her graceful figure, it proves that she is younger than the middle-aged beautiful woman.

The last two middle-aged men in black sword robes looked a little absent-minded. The one on the left was handsome and slightly cynical. The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and his eyes were looking at the people outside the main hall door. In that wide square.

As for the other man, he has a simple and ordinary appearance. He looks at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose. He seems a little nervous. His eyes are dull, as if he is thinking about something in a daze.

There are six people in total. Judging from the ranking of the seats, they are among the best. They must have an extraordinary status and must be well-known among the elders.

Behind them stood some figures, all wearing uniform sword robes, some with very childish faces, they must be disciples of these people, except for the elder Feichen, who was also of high status, standing with kind eyebrows. Behind the old man, it’s a bit staggering.

Next in order are Jian Wuxuan, an elegant man with a pair of red and phoenix eyes, and Jian Wuxie, who has an icy aura.

Then came Du Jun, a middle-aged burly man wearing a Confucian shirt who was obviously a swordsman, and behind him stood his younger brother Du Junping. Standing next to Du Junping were some extremely ugly men.

There is also the old man in his sixties, wearing spotless linen clothes, sitting smiling like a good old man. Behind him stands the short but silent Ye Deyong, and a plump thirty-year-old woman in palace clothes. Wearing a blue palace dress, she has a plump figure but is as pretty as a girl.

As for some other characters sitting or standing, crowding around the rather small main hall, some have young faces, some have mature faces, and presumably their identities are very different.

That quirky girl stood next to Jian Wuxuan, clutching the sleeves of Jian Wuxuan's clothes intimately. The girl Pianzi had a pair of cute braids and a pair of big watery eyes, it was Shasha.

Gently tugging on Jian Wuxuan's sleeves, Sha Sha whispered in his ear, "Uncle Master, do you think that boy Zhao Jiuge passed the test?"

Jian Wuxuan pretended to smile mysteriously, shook his head gently, and said in a gentle voice, "You will see for yourself later, they are coming."

Then the corner of his mouth curled up with a faint smile. With his cultivation level, he had naturally observed all the previous events with his mind.

Looking at her uncle's smile, Shasha pouted her lips cutely. She originally wanted to act coquettishly like usual and let her uncle tell her, but at this moment, dozens of spiritual lights in the distance were already heading towards Xuantian Temple. Come.

So, Shasha immediately closed her mouth that she was about to ask, and looked at the mountain square outside the door with her lovely eyes wide open.