The Sword Inheritance Conference begins.
The first one to stand up was a sword washing disciple named Chen Lin.
It has been seven years since Chen Lin entered the inner sect, and she had successfully obtained the sword five years ago, but it was not until this year that she finally reached the level of Shouyi and was qualified to participate in the Sword Inheritance Conference.
Years of practice and waiting have given him a calmness that doesn't match his age. He didn't care about the eyes around him and the pressure of his first appearance, and started his performance with concentration.
A cold sword light left the sleeve, leaving a clear trace on the stone wall dripping with clear water, and then turned back.
Without waiting for the flying sword to get close, he jumped lightly, landed on the sword, and began to fly with the sword, going back and forth between the cliffs, appearing to be quite proficient.
The creek cliff is silent.
The stone platform above the high cliff is shrouded in clouds and mist. The envoys of the Hangling Sect, visitors from Daze, representatives of Chaoge City, the head of the Lvtang of the Guocheng Temple, and Shuiyuean, who have always been friends with the Qingshan Sect, and several The representatives of the Sword Sect sat in their respective positions, remained silent and did not speak.
For the first time this year, Jingzong sent a representative to observe the Qingshan Zongcheng Sword Conference. The envoy had no experience, and did not notice the silence between the cliffs. He went back and forth freely, admiring in his heart, and applauded a few words of praise.
Chen Lin fell back onto the rock in the stream.
Elder He of Shiyue Peak, who was in charge of presiding over the Chengjian Conference, looked at him expressionlessly and asked, "Which peak do you want to inherit the sword from?"
Chen Lin's expression finally became tense, and she said in a slightly dry voice: "The disciple is so capable, he dare not choose."
When he was speaking, he looked at the place where the masters of the peaks gathered in the cliff, with hope and anxiety.
At the Inheriting Sword Conference, each teacher in Jiufengli can only choose one Chengjian disciple, and the number is limited, so they will be very cautious.
Chen Lin knew that her level of cultivation was not outstanding among her peers, so she didn't dare to hope to be competed by other peaks, she just hoped that one of them could choose her.
There was no sound from the cliff, and it was still quiet.
Over time, the silence turned to awkwardness.
The disciples who were not qualified to participate in the Sword Inheritance Conference by the riverside looked at him with a look of unbearable expression.
Junior Sister Yushan even turned her face away, nervously daring not to look.
In the dead silence, Chen Lin still maintained her superficial calm and raised her head with unimaginable determination, like a criminal waiting for the final sentence.
He knew that if he bowed his head at this time, or showed a little bit of frustration, the teachers might think that his heart was unstable.
Then he really has to wait another three years.
The envoy of Jingzong also felt very embarrassed, looking at the eyes of the guests around him, he felt that there was nowhere to put his hands that had just clapped. He really couldn't figure it out, such an outstanding student like this disciple should be the focus of training in the mirror sect, but in the Qingshan sect... no one wants it
Finally, a voice resounded from the cliff.
Yun Xingfeng discussed for a while, probably thinking that he would not be able to compete with the other peaks for the next few key candidates, so he decided to accept Chen Lin.
"Are you willing to follow Elder Cheng to learn Cangniao swordsmanship?"
Chen Lin was very pleasantly surprised, and tremblingly said: "The disciple is willing!"
After saying this, he hurried up with his sword, and came to a certain place between the cliffs, where he stood with his fellow disciples of Yunxing Peak.
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One after another, disciples came out to show their realm and swordsmanship.
These inner disciples who have been cultivating hard by the Xijian River for many years have all cultivated to the perfection of Shouyi Realm, and even two or three of them have just glimpsed the Chengyi Realm. The tactic is even more proficient, the flying sword circulates and weaves into a series of light curtains, within ten steps, even a flying waterfall cannot enter.
Qi Yuanliang, Sikong Yimin, Qi Feiying, these names that appeared many times in Zhufeng's notebooks were also selected after some disputes.
It was very quiet on the cliff. The envoy of the Mirror Sect had learned the previous lesson and stopped expressing opinions easily. Occasionally, he glanced at the square stone platform deep in the clouds and mist, wondering whether the head of the Qingshan Sect had come in person, or whether he was still as rumored. Generally speaking, he is also practicing the extremely mysterious Taoism like his teacher Taiping Daoist.
The head of the Lv Tang of Guocheng Temple who came to observe the ceremony closed his eyes, and slowly moved the rosary in his hand.
The female disciples of Shuiyue Temple and the female disciples of Qingrong Peak were together, and they were familiar with each other, talking in low voices, and laughter like silver bells sounded from time to time.
"It's really boring."
The guests of the Hanging Bell Sect sat on the stone platform on the west cliff.
A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl stared at the flowing water in the crevices under her feet, feeling her eyes a little sore.
She rubbed her eyes, yawned, and the little bells tied to her crystal and lovely earlobe made a crisp sound.
Those two little bells are like silver in color, could it be that this little girl is a silver bell messenger with a high status
"What do you know?"
A young woman rubbed her head dotingly, and said: "The Qingshan School is a great school of swordsmanship. Sword acting seems boring, but it is not easy."
"The problem is that it's too boring. One sword passes and one sword comes. What's so interesting about it."
The little girl from the Xuanling Sect pouted and said, "If I had known it would be so boring, I wouldn't have come."
Suddenly a voice came from the bottom of the cliff, she stood up and took a look, and found that the crowd was slightly chaotic, she couldn't help but became interested, looked at the thin young man who walked into the stream, and said, "Master, look quickly! Isn't this the same person you just saw?" The natural dao species you pointed out to me?"
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Liu Shisui came to the stream.
There was a whisper from both sides of the strait.
There was also movement between the cliffs, and countless lines of sight cast their gazes over.
On the high cliff, the head of the Lvtang of Guocheng Temple opened his eyes, the visitor from Daze got up, and the envoy of Jingzong walked to the edge of the cliff early and looked down.
The guests watching the ceremony showed great interest, or rather curiosity, towards Liu Shisui.
Everyone in the practice circle knows that Liu Shisui is a natural dao seed, and he is the third natural dao seed of the Qingshan sect in ten years.
A natural Taoist is a one-in-a-kind cultivating genius, and it is not bad for an ordinary sect to meet one in a hundred years. The luck of the Qingshan Sect is really enviable.
Zhuo Rusui and Zhao Layue came from Xihai and Chaoge City respectively. They had their own extraordinary family backgrounds. They had a lot of contacts in the practice world, so they were relatively easy to be discovered. But I heard that this Liu Shisui lived in a remote mountain village since he was a child, and had never been in contact with cultivation before entering the school, so how did he be found by the Green Mountain Sect
Looking at the young man standing on the stream, the various sects felt a little complicated.
Liu Shisui was not affected in any way, standing on the stream stone, he still simply drew his sword.
The flying sword rose through the air, there was no afterimage, not even the light of the sword, as if in an instant, it came to the stone wall ten feet away.
Quietly, the flowing clear water didn't produce a single ripple, and an extremely round and fine hole appeared on the stone wall.
The seemingly unremarkable picture drew a few surprised whispers from the cliff.
With two fingers of Liu Shisui's left hand together, he used the most common sword formula in the sword scriptures, and the flying sword flew back from the stone wall.
He took a step towards the creek seemingly at random, landed on the sword, and rose with the sword. The flying sword dragged out an afterimage, and the speed suddenly accelerated, turning into a clear light, and flew out of the cliff in a few breaths. Feng, with a slightly ear-piercing howl of swords, broke through the clouds.
When people looked up, they saw that he had become a black spot in the sky, already surpassing the height of Feng Jiu.
A moment later, Liu Shisui returned with his sword, his face not red and his heart beating, his breath calm, and he saluted silently, as if he had never done anything.
There was silence among the cliffs, and then cheers suddenly sounded.
"Good! Good! Good!"
Liu Shisui's flying sword seems simple, but in fact it is extremely calm, without any superfluous, it is exactly the style of swordsmanship pursued by the Qingshan School.
Although his realm is still very low, how can a fourteen-year-old boy be able to perform so well, even concealing the demeanor of everyone, how can it not be admirable.
"Is this the natural dao seed?"
The little girl from the Hanging Bell Sect muttered.
At such a young age, she is already the envoy of the silver bell. Her background is naturally extraordinary, and her talent and vision are not bad. I know that Liu Shisui's seemingly simple performance is actually very difficult, but for her who loves to watch the excitement, Still don't feel lively enough.
The next moment, her eyes lit up and her spirits lifted.
A young disciple with a calm expression walked up to the stone in the stream and stood opposite Liu Shisui.
"Junior Brother Liu, please advise."