"Baiyujing in the sky, twelfth floor and five cities. Immortals caress my top, tie my hair and receive longevity."
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The ninth day of March is the season when the ice and snow melt and everything recovers.
A large number of teenagers gathered at the foot of Mount Yue. During the general election of the Zixiao Sect, countless teenagers traveled thousands of miles to come here. What they are looking for is nothing more than a trace of fairy fate.
Hua Ziran stood alone in an undisturbed corner, looking up at the surroundings. There are lush forests and bamboos, strange rocks, towering ancient trees, and lakes and mountains. It is indeed a fairyland on earth. She raised her head, and there was a fairy mist on the mountainside, and she saw a dangerous peak standing straight into the sky.
She sighed inaudibly, and when she lowered her head, she saw a bluestone staircase spiraling upwards through the mountain to the west, seemingly without end.
Hua Ziran lowered her eyes. She knew that this was the long-renowned Qianjiao Climbing Immortal Ladder. Legend has it that the Venerable Yuan Jin was obsessed with Yao Qianxuan, a demon woman. Betrayed, the Venerable Yuan Jin went mad, disappeared, and died. Before he died, he thought of the friendship between his teacher and his family, so he turned the remaining weak soul into this immortal ladder.
So the world named this climbing ladder as Qianjiao climbing fairy ladder.
Hua Ziran twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled disdainfully. The Venerable Yuan Jin was arrogant by nature and had no dust in his eyes. If he was still around, he would definitely not want to have any contact with that woman. Unfortunately, people who understand him really too little.
The climbing ladder is divided into nine floors, and each floor has 637 steps. It is winding and winding, and there are countless unknown levels in it. If you want to enter Zixiaozong, you must pass this climbing ladder , and this Qianjiao Climbing the Immortal Ladder tests not only the endurance of the person, but also the talent and state of mind.
The people behind have been noisy since they came here, Hua Ziran felt irritable, so he went to the side to find a stone half the height of a person, leaned on it and closed his eyes to rest.
Less than half a quarter of an hour later, a clear male voice was suddenly heard. This voice seemed to come from the endless ethereal, echoing throughout the entire Yueshan Mountain.
"Quiet."
Those two words that were light and fluttering seemed to be extremely heavy to the ears of the people below, and there was an instant silence, and there was no more sound.
Hua Ziran opened his eyes, stood up straight, and saw a young Taoist in a blue Taoist robe in mid-air, with a long sword behind him, but he couldn't see his face clearly.
Seeing the silence below, the Taoist showed a satisfied look on his face, he glanced at the crowd below, and said: "Whoever climbs to the top of the peak within twelve hours can enter my Zixiao Sect."
The expressions of all the people below were fascinated, the Taoist paused, and then said: "I won't say more, now the time has come, everyone, please start."
As soon as the Taoist's words fell, hundreds of teenagers rushed forward, fighting, pushing and yelling before climbing the fairy ladder.
Hua Ziran followed behind the crowd calmly, seeing how they looked, she sneered, what's the use of being the first one now? Could it be that climbing the fairy ladder is to see who can run fast
Hua Ziran was still sighing, when she suddenly saw a young man in Tsing Yi still behind her, so she turned her head and glanced at the young man. The young man looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, and the clothes on his body were made of very expensive materials. His hair was tied with a white jade crown, and he was white and tender. He looked like a rich man. She was also a little curious for a moment, so she asked, "Are you not in a hurry?"
The boy didn't answer Hua Ziran's question, but instead asked, "Aren't you too?"
Seeing that Hua Ziran did not speak, the young man looked up at the looming peak of Mount Yue in the clouds, and at the crowd at the foot of the mountain vying for the lead, and said with a smile: "There is no need to rush, everything in the world has its own laws, What should be yours is yours, no one can grab it, and what is not yours is useless."
When Hua Ziran heard the young man's remarks, he just smiled and didn't respond.
The blue-clothed Taoist frowned and looked down at the crowded crowd at the foot of the mountain, sighing to himself that the quality of the general elections of this sect was not as good as the previous ones. He glanced at Hua Ziran and the young man in Tsing Yi behind him, and just ordered Nodding, Yu Jian left here.
The left and right sides of this fairy climbing ladder are nearly eight feet wide, but the people at the foot of the mountain took more than half an hour to clear the entrance. The young man in Tsing Yi had just stepped up the stone steps.
Hua Ziran stepped on the blue stone steps with both feet, and felt that there was no difference between the fairy ladder and the ordinary stone steps. Maybe he didn't have a fairy fate. Climb up the fairy ladder.
This Zixiao sect is the number one cultivating immortal sect in the world. It is rumored that it was founded by ancestor Hongjun in the prehistoric period, and it has been around for tens of thousands of years now. The Zongmen was built on the top of Mount Yue, surrounded by mountains and cold pools with green water.
Due to the rise of many other sects of cultivating immortals, Zixiaozong has gradually become silent over the years. When everyone was about to forget this ancient sect of cultivating immortals, it turned out that Zixiaozong had a 300-year-old breakthrough distraction period five years ago. Everyone was amazed by the peerless genius, because the previous one known as the peerless genius was already 2,000 years old when he broke through the distraction stage.
But now the reputation of the Zixiao Sect is more prosperous than before, so it has attracted more young people to come here to seek immortality and ask questions. Everyone feels that a school like the Zixiao Sect that has gone through countless years, since it can raise A three-hundred-year-old genius who breaks through the distraction stage should have countless treasures of heaven and earth.
As for the truth of the matter, I am afraid that not many people know it.
While thinking about it, Hua Ziran couldn't help speeding up her pace, the scenery around her hurriedly passed by her eyes, and she walked faster and faster. Suddenly I heard someone calling her from behind: "Don't worry, walk slowly, each of the nine stairs to the immortals does not necessarily have 637 steps, the more hurried you go, I'm afraid there will be more roads to walk." .”
Hua Ziran paused when he heard the words, then stopped, turned around and saw the young man in green behind him holding an unknown weed in his mouth, waving a folding fan in his hand, and was catching up slowly, Hua Ziran Ran asked him, "How do you know?"
The young man in Tsing Yi spat out the weeds in his mouth and said with a ruffian smile: "This... I'm sorry I can't tell you."
Hua Ziran has never been a gossip person, since the other party is unwilling to reveal, she will not ask any further. On the other hand, the young master in Tsing Yi saw that Hua Ziran didn't ask him any more, and he was still a little uncomfortable, so he walked a few steps quickly, approached Hua Ziran, and asked, "What's your name?"
Hua Ziran didn't want to talk to him, and walked up the fairy ladder on her own, but after listening to the reminder from Mr. Tsing Yi, she also slowed down.
The young man in Tsing Yi also saw that Hua Ziran was not too interested in him, and when he teased him a few times, seeing that Hua Ziran still acted as if he didn't exist, he stopped thinking and walked silently beside Hua Ziran.
Before he knew it, he had already reached the third floor. Hua Ziran gradually felt a little strenuous. On both sides of the fairy ladder, he could see resting teenagers in twos and threes. They were either sitting on the ground or leaning on the stones beside the road. , while waving his sleeves to fan himself, panting heavily.
Hua Ziran looked down at the blue stone steps under his feet, took a deep breath, and continued to walk up.
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Hua Ziran couldn't remember which floor it was now, and could only feel that he was getting more and more powerless, as if he was stuck in a swamp, and every step was extremely difficult. She raised her eyes and looked around, and the young man in Tsing Yi was gone, the green grass, the bright flowers, those, all disappeared, leaving only a vast white mist around her, nothing else.
Hua Ziran stood where she was, she couldn't see the direction clearly, her future was unknown, she blinked, and felt that she had returned to Peach Blossom Village again.
She lost her father when she was young and was bullied.
She saw a group of teenagers pushing their little self to the ground, throwing stones and mud on her, spitting on her, and then calling her a bastard, a bastard, and finally walked away.
And she could only sit on the ground and cry all the time, and then she got tired of crying, and then slowly got up from the ground, went to the river to wash herself, and then walked home.
You can vaguely see the smoke rising from the kitchen. In front of the door, grandma waved her hand, beckoning her to go home for dinner.
She walked up to grandma, who stroked her face, smiled kindly, and said to her, "Daughter, it's time to eat."
Hua Ziran reached out to touch her cheek, the touch was so clear and familiar, Hua Ziran couldn't help but want to cry for a moment.
She entered the house with her grandma, and then suddenly a group of burly men dragged her out of the house, and her grandma was crying her name behind her.
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The thick gravel rubbed against her skin, leaving red marks. She kept shaking her head, telling herself that everything in front of her was fake, all fake, but when she saw her grandma being pushed onto the stove, nothing remained in her mind up.
She saw the bright red blood dripping from the forehead of grandma, grandma fell to the ground, but still stared at her, her eyes were full of worry and kindness, grandma opened her lips, as if to call out: "Nanny..."
The jet-black hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her cheeks, Hua Ziran bit her lower lip tightly, blood oozing from there, and her plain and delicate face was a little more gorgeous and charming.
"Go to hell! Go to hell!" Hua Ziran was like a crazy beast, yelling in despair: "Go to hell—"
She saw those big men bursting open in front of her eyes, with blood splashing on her face, she smiled with the corners of her lips curled up, got up and rushed over to pick up grandma, went to the other side of the hillside, and dug a hole , and buried grandma there.
Overnight, Taohua Village was burned down by fire.
Standing on the hillside, Hua Ziran heard the old man calling her in a trance: "Daughter, it's time to go home for dinner."
grandmother…
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A group of Taoist priests in Taoist robes gathered in front of the Yaohua mirror. They shook their heads when they saw the performance of the youngsters in the Yaohua mirror.
In the end, someone sighed: "It's too bad, it's too bad, I think it didn't take two hours for my junior brother to climb the fairy ladder, but now these..."
The middle-aged Taoist in a gray Taoist robe retorted: "You can't compare these children with your junior brother. It's not like you don't know how talented your junior brother is."
Someone on the side disapproved and interjected: "Even if you don't compare with junior brother, which one of them can compare with Yuan Xi?"
"Hey." The middle-aged Taoist priest in the gray Taoist robe sighed and said, "Don't talk about it, if you let the younger brother hear it, you will be sad again."
Another Taoist echoed: "That's right, Junior Brother hasn't been out of the peak for five years, I haven't seen him since he broke through the distraction period."
"It's a pity that Yuanxi..."
The head of the Zixiao Sect, who was holding a fly whisk, seemed not to have heard the discussions of his juniors. He stared closely at the scene in Yaohua's mirror, frowned, but didn't say anything.
And what appeared in the Yaohua mirror at this time was the scene of Hua Ziran falling into the demon.
The blood mist in front of him gradually dissipated, and the burning sensation of the flames disappeared. Hua Ziran raised his head, and saw that the surroundings had returned to their original appearance, red flowers and green grass, blue sky and white clouds, and the bluestone steps under his feet were still winding. Everything that happened just now was just a dream.
It's just that this dream was so real that it made her into a nightmare.
Not far away, the young master in Tsing Yi shook the folding fan in his hand, and said to her with a smile in the green mountains and clear waters: "You have stopped for long enough."
Hua Ziran's heart trembled, and he asked, "You've been waiting for me?"
Young Master Tsing Yi snapped the folding fan in his hand, looked very proud, raised his head and replied: "Of course!"
Hua Ziran lowered his head and whispered, "Thank you."
Young Master Tsing Yi almost jumped up when he heard Hua Ziran's words, he asked: "What did you say? I haven't heard clearly yet, please say it again."
Hua Ziran smiled and said nothing, passed the young man in Tsing Yi, and walked straight forward.
Now, walking up the fairy ladder is much easier than just now, and then a tall stone tablet came into view, engraved with the words "eighth floor" in vermilion, Hua Ziran couldn't help being startled, he had already arrived eighth floor.
The young man in Tsing Yi behind him was still shouting: "Say it again!"
Hua Ziran smiled slightly, without stopping, the young man in Tsing Yi followed behind.
The two figures walked side by side, gradually drifting away.
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On the top of Yueshan Mountain, climbing to the top of the fairy ladder, there is an open space around, surrounded by fairy fog. There is a stone gate with a height of five people.
Only a small group of people gathered in the southwest corner, which seemed to be less than half a hundred.
Hua Ziran and Young Master Tsing Yi walked over and stood silently behind the crowd.
In the next hour, about 30 people came up sparsely.
"It's time—" At some point in time, a blue-clothed Taoist stood in front of the stone gate, and he shouted loudly into the distance: "Falling down the ladder—"
Hua Ziran didn't understand what falling down the ladder meant. Seeing her puzzled look, the young man in Tsing Yi explained to her in a low voice: "Dropping down the ladder is to send people who are still on the fairy ladder back to the foot of the mountain, and then send them back to the mountain. Climb the fairy ladder and seal it."
Hua Ziran nodded, indicating that he understood.
At this time, the stone door was suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a black Taoist robe and holding a dust whisk walked out of the stone door, followed by five or six Taoist priests, all of them were immortal, with the appearance of an outsider .
The blue-clothed Taoist in front of the stone gate turned to salute the head, and said: "Go back to the head, there are a total of 89 people who climbed to the top of Yueshan Mountain, 27 people less than three years ago, please show me the head."
The leader nodded, and said to the blue-clothed Taoist: "Test these children's fundamental talents, so that several peak masters can choose them."
"yes."
The eighty-nine teenagers stood up together, and Hua Ziran and Young Master Tsing Yi were still standing at the end.
The Taoist in blue went down and stood in front of the teenagers, grabbed their wrists, and checked their bones. Among the five spiritual roots of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, the ninth-grade single spiritual root is the most.
"Third grade wood spirit root."
"Sixth Grade Earth Spirit Root."
"Nine grade wood spirit root."
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The blue-clothed Taoist told the roots of the teenagers one by one, no matter whether they were first-rank or ninth-rank, he treated them all equally, and his face did not change at all.
Those above the fifth rank will be selected into their respective peaks by the peak masters, and accepted as inner disciples, while those below the fifth rank can only enter the outer sect. possible.
When it was the young man in Tsing Yi's turn, an hour later, the blue-clothed Taoist put his hand on the young man's wrist, and after a long time, Fang turned his head and said to the master, "The best water spirit root."
The crowd was in an uproar, there was no one in a million top-grade single spiritual roots, they did not expect to be met by them today, they all looked at this young man in Tsing Yi who had the top-grade spiritual roots, and saw that he had nothing special except for his delicate features, Can not help but be a little disappointed.
The headman sized up the young man in Tsing Yi from head to toe, and was quite satisfied, so he turned his head and said to Qing Zhi Dao Jun beside him: "Among the brothers and sisters, you are the only one who is the root of water spirit, why don't you enter your Yujing Peak?" how?"
Seeing that no one else objected, Daoist Qingzhi cupped his hands and said, "Then thank you brothers and sisters."
Someone came to tell Mr. Qingyi that the Daoist Master Qing wanted to accept him as a beginner disciple, and told him to go there quickly. Mr. Tsing Yi acknowledged that he knew, then turned his head to Hua Ziran with a smile, and said, "My name is Bai Muzhou, remember .”
After speaking, he walked towards Qingzhi under the envious eyes of everyone.
Now there is only one Hua Ziran left. The Taoist in blue grabbed Hua Ziran's right wrist. After a while, his expression changed slightly, but he returned to his original state in an instant. Doorway: "It's the best fire spirit root."
There was an uproar again, everyone said that the best spiritual roots are rare, why did they come across them all today. A few people even regretted that they did not follow Hua Ziran and the two in the back.
It has been many years since the Zixiao Sect has received top-grade spiritual root disciples, and today they met two at once, but this Hua Ziran...
The headmaster paused for a moment, and said to the brothers around him: "The talent is pretty good, but the hostility is too strong, and it will take some time to hone it."
Qingzhi replied from the side: "That's right, when I looked at this child in the Yaohua mirror, I felt that the child's hostility was too heavy, and I needed to find someone to dissolve it for her."
After discussion, several people decided to put Hua Ziran at the outer door first, and then make a decision after waiting for a while.
Seeing those Taoist priests talking all the time, but no one came to call her, Hua Ziran's heart sank gradually. She didn't know why she was dissatisfied with these Taoist priests, but she was afraid that this form would kill her. Sent to be an outer disciple.
While they were talking, there was a sudden exclamation from the teenagers over there. They all looked together and saw a person dressed in snow-white descending from the sky.
Seeing the person coming, the head of the sect took a step forward and asked with a smile, "Qing Ya, are you here?"
Qing Ya nodded, glanced around, and said to the head: "I want to take in an apprentice."
The head of the sect seemed a little surprised, he didn't expect Qingya to accept another apprentice after Yuan Xi's death, the smile on his face widened a bit, he patted Qingya's shoulder and said: "Alright, after so many years You are all alone, now that you have finally figured out that you can accept another apprentice, it is also a good thing."
Afraid that Qingya would be inconvenient to speak, the headmaster added: "I don't know which one you fancy, all senior brothers will definitely not fight with you."
All the seniors also responded again and again.
Qing Ya glanced around, saw that only Hua Ziran was left standing in the southwest corner, pointed at Hua Ziran and said, "She."
Hua Ziran was stunned, she never expected that this Taoist named Qingya would choose her, the feeling of going from hell to heaven was nothing more than that, her face couldn't hide her joy, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch.
The head of the sect didn't want Qingya to accept Hua Ziran as his apprentice in private, so he persuaded him: "Qingya, if you insist on accepting her as an apprentice, the senior brother won't stop you, but this girl's temperament must not be as good as it was back then. …”
However, before the head general had finished speaking, Qing Ya said lightly: "Senior brother, you don't need to say any more, it's her."
The head of the sect also knew that he couldn't say anything about Qing Ya, so he could only say: "Since you must insist, then so be it, but Qing Ya, this girl's temperament is unstable, her body is too hostile, she still needs to temper herself."
Qing Ya nodded: "I know senior brother."
The blue-clothed Taoist over there smiled and said to Hua Ziran, "Let's go."
Hua Ziran pursed his lips, then walked towards Qingya.
At this moment, a young woman suddenly came forward from nowhere. She was wearing a bright yellow coat with long red tassels hanging around her waist. As usual, she walked up to Qingya and said, "Uncle Qingya, you can't take her as an apprentice."
"Zhenling, don't be rude!" The middle-aged man in the gray robe behind the head shouted hastily.
Hua Ziran lowered his head after hearing Ye Zhenling's words, but he continued to walk forward without stopping.
It was Qing Ya who wanted to take her as an apprentice, so how could the woman in yellow have the right to stop Qing Ya? No one could see Hua Ziran's clenched fists under the wide sleeves, and her long nails were embedded in the flesh, causing sharp pains, but she always had a smile on her face.
Ye Zhenling ignored the master behind her, seeing that Qing Ya didn't speak, she raised her head, stared at Qing Ya with her eyes, and asked forcefully, "Uncle, don't you remember Senior Brother Yuan Xi? "(83 Chinese.83.)