Although he didn't know where this master came from, Pei Yunshu still flew into the hall on his sword.
But when he flew over the top of Wuzhi Peak, he felt an inexplicable chill in his heart. Pei Yunshu involuntarily flew his sword away from the top of the peak. When he was far away, he didn't understand why he did this.
It felt like being in a dream, yet everything was clearly reality. Pei Yunshu pursed his lips as he thought about it.
The little boy said that the master had broken through the stage of distraction, and the next step of distraction was fusion. Since he was the master, this level of cultivation could already be considered the number one in Shanshui Sect, but Pei Yunshu always felt that something was wrong.
Seems to be lower...
As they got closer to the hall, they saw many more people flying on swords in the air. Pei Yunshu didn't want to talk to anyone, so he quickened his pace and landed outside the hall in a blink of an eye.
There were already many people from various sects waiting in the hall, talking in low voices in groups of three or four. Pei Yunshu walked over and saw from a distance where Master Ling Qing and the elders from various peaks were sitting.
A disciple of Wu Qifeng was walking by and saw him stop here. He asked curiously, "Junior brother, why don't you go forward?"
Pei Yunshu paused for a moment, then turned around and walked out of the hall. "I remembered that I didn't bring something with me. Senior Brother, please tell Master for me that I will come back later."
He walked out of the hall, holding the Qingyue Sword in his hand, but before he could go far, someone caught up with him and shouted from afar: "Junior Brother!"
Pei Yunshu turned around and saw that it was his senior brother Yun Jing.
Yun Jing came here running. As the eldest disciple of Ling Qing Zhenren of Wuzhi Peak, his behavior was always calm and steady. But the way he ran now was totally different from usual.
The eldest senior brother looked at Pei Yunshu, and there seemed to be some temptation in his eyes, "Junior brother, why don't you go in?"
But after he finished saying this, he saw the fourth apprentice brother take two steps back, away from him, holding the sword and said lightly: "I forgot to take some things."
The eldest brother was silent for a long while before he smiled and said, "Then go early and come back early."
Pei Yunshu turned around and left, but heard footsteps behind him. His heart suddenly began to beat violently, and a repulsion from the depths of his heart rushed to his head. The Qingyue Sword was unsheathed, and the sharp blade cut a bloody mark on the eldest brother's hand. His eyebrows were cold, and his eyes were as cold as frost. "What do you want to do, eldest brother?"
There was a cut on the palm of his hand, and blood slowly flowed out from the wound. The eldest brother looked at his palm, he withdrew his hand and put it behind his back, "Junior brother, your hairband has to be loosened."
Pei Yunshu frowned slightly. He put away the Qingyue Sword and threw a bottle of pills to Yun Jing. "Brother, it would be better if you could just speak directly next time."
He paused, "I don't like outsiders approaching me."
"Outsider," the eldest brother murmured, looking at the fourth junior brother with dark eyes, a bitter smile flashed in his eyes, "Forget it, junior brother, go quickly."
*
Pei Yunshu naturally didn't forget to take anything.
But as soon as he walked into the hall, he felt so depressed that he couldn't breathe, so he just left. He flew everywhere in Shanshui Sect, but didn't know where he should go.
Strangely enough, he didn't want to go back to his own little courtyard at all.
Finally, Pei Yunshu let Qing Yuejian choose a place by himself, "Let's go for a walk."
The Qingyue Sword carried Pei Yunshu to the back mountain.
The mountain was extremely quiet, with only the chirping of birds in the distance audible. Pei Yunshu pulled a rope between two ancient trees and sat on it, letting the Qingyue Sword push him back and forth.
He liked to play like this when he was a child. When he first came to Danshui Sect, he was always timid at every step. But after he became familiar with it, he could do anything, whether it was climbing up the sky or swimming underwater.
In front of his master and fellow brothers, he is a very well-behaved little brother. But in the eyes of Lao Tong who raised him, he is just a little devil.
It's just that this little devil is good at pretending to be good, and he looks ethereal, just like a boy under the seat of Guanyin, so no one knows Pei Yunshu's true nature.
But Lao Tong was, after all, a mortal. He endured from being a young boy to an old boy on the Wuzhi Peak, but he never achieved the great Dao and eventually died of old age, sickness and disease.
After Lao Tong died, Pei Yunshu had nightmares for several days. In the end, he could only pester Master Ling Qing before he dared to fall asleep at night.
After that, he wasn't so naughty anymore.
The rope was lifted high and then dropped heavily. Pei Yunshu closed his eyes and the wind blew past his head. The already loose headband was blown off by the wind and carried away.
The black hair was no longer restrained and flew wildly. When Pei Yunshu was about to pull the hairband back, he saw that it fell into the hands of a man.
The man was standing not far away, his body seemed to be covered by clouds and mist, his face could not be seen clearly, but a low-pitched sword intent could be felt.
"Why don't you go to the main hall?"
The sound is also very pleasant, light and light, like spring water falling on a jade plate.
Pei Yunshu didn't know who this was, so he asked, "Who are you?"
I don’t know if there really was fog surrounding this person, or if his hair was covering his eyes. When Pei Yunshu looked at this person, it was like looking at flowers in the fog, and he couldn’t see clearly.
The man did not answer, but just said: "Be careful, don't fall."
It was really strange, so Pei Yunshu simply ignored him and took out a white hairband from his sleeve. But when he saw the white hairband, he was stunned.
He didn't hold the rope with both hands, but still sat steadily. However, in the eyes of others, the rope shaking so violently was really too scary. Suddenly, the soft branches of the tree next to him climbed over with the rope, and the branches grew to form a backrest behind Pei Yunshu.
Pei Yunshu came back to his senses. He looked at the backrest behind him, jumped off the rope, tied his hair up casually, and looked at the man. Only then did he confirm that the man's face was blocked by the mist, as if he couldn't see anyone.
"You are still holding my headband in your hand." Pei Yunshu said.
The man's hand shook violently, as if Pei Yunshu's headband contained a deadly poison. He wanted to throw it away in panic, but a ball of fire jumped up and burned the headband to ashes.
The man didn't seem to expect it. He still held the hairband in his hand. After a while, he said, "Sorry."
Pei Yunshu didn't care much about it, it was just a headband. He listened for a while and walked towards a water source.
"Aren't you going to the main hall?" the man whose face couldn't be seen asked again.
Pei Yunshu said: "No."
He didn't want to continue talking to someone he didn't know, so he just flew away on his sword.
The person who stayed there took a look at the rope tangled in the tree and couldn't help but take a step closer. Then his face changed and he turned away in embarrassment.
*
Pei Yunshu didn't come to the hall until the people in the hall were about to leave.
He entered from a corner and just stood there, looking indifferently at everyone in the hall.
These people were very respectful. They treated the founder of Shanshui Sect who was sitting high up in the throne as if they were the founder of their own sect. That attitude was truly unprecedented.
Pei Yunshu did not have the slightest curiosity about this master. In fact, whenever he thought of the word "master", he felt extremely tired in his heart, as if something heavy was pressing on his chest, making him unwilling to even raise his eyes to take a look.
After the people from other sects had left, the current leader of the Shanshui Sect, Lingye Zhenren, asked his direct disciples and inner disciples to come forward and pay their respects. Pei Yunshu mixed in with the inner disciples, standing at the back, not wanting to go and see what his master looked like.
But after the inner disciples left, only a dozen or so direct disciples were left, and he could no longer escape.
"Come on." said the master.
The voice was extremely pleasant to the ear, and as cold as that of an immortal. Pei Yunshu raised his eyes and saw that his master, who had a beautiful and indifferent face, was looking at them calmly.
Pei Yunshu stared blankly, his face gradually turning pale. The other disciples saluted, but he was the only one who kept staring.
The master raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were as dark and deep as a deep pool, but he only looked at him briefly, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he turned his eyes away.
"Yunshu," said Ling Qing Zhenren who was standing nearby, "salute."
Pei Yunshu's mind went blank, and he bowed along with his fellow apprentices.
The master waved his hand and asked everyone to come forward and give gifts one by one. When it came to Pei Yunshu, he seemed to be standing still, unwilling to take a step towards the master.
The fellow disciples who were waiting in line behind him were anxious. I don't know which peak they were from, but they had great strength. They pushed Pei Yunshu from behind and pushed him towards the master. "Brother, don't be stunned. If you don't take advantage of the opportunity, you are a fool!"
Pei Yunshu was caught off guard. The master stood up suddenly and walked over hurriedly to support him. But as soon as he touched Pei Yunshu, Venerable Wuwang's expression suddenly changed and became extremely painful.
The fingers he was holding on to Pei Yunshu were shaking. When Pei Yunshu stood firm, he instantly stepped away and put his still trembling hands behind his back.
He didn't dare look at Pei Yunshu, but just said lightly: "Slow down."
Pei Yunshu also took two steps away from him: "My disciple is rude, please forgive me, Master."
Venerable Wuwang responded.
Both of them were farther away from each other. Compared with the disciples who had come forward before, the distance between them was really too far and too distant.
The master took out a magic weapon from his sleeve. It was a top-grade attack magic weapon. It looked like a rope, but it could be transformed into thousands of weapons.
Pei Yunshu raised his hand to take it. The master looked at his hand, his little finger trembled again, and the magic weapon flew to Pei Yunshu out of thin air.
This is the most precious magic weapon that all the disciples have ever obtained, but Pei Yunshu was not surprised at all. He put the rope into the storage bag and stood behind his master.
The second senior brother standing on the other side asked, "Junior brother, did you sleep well this morning?"
Pei Yunshu lowered his eyes to look at the ground in the hall, nodded slightly, but said nothing.
The second senior brother smiled slightly, "In a few days, the sect will open to recruit disciples. After recruiting disciples, there will be a cultivation competition. This time it is held in my Shanshui Sect. Junior brother, we all have to participate, you must prepare well."
Pei Yunshu didn't know whether he heard what he said or not, he just stared at the ground in a daze.
The master who was sitting above caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye. He pursed his lips and said, "Ling Qing."
Ling Qing stepped forward and asked respectfully, "Master, what can I do for you?"
"Let Yunshu move to my peak," he said, and clenched his hands again, "Move away from me, halfway up the mountain."
The master's residence is at the farthest point of Shanshui Sect, which is called Santian Peak. No one can enter without his consent. If Pei Yunshu moves to his mountain peak, he can be away from his fellow disciples.
However, Venerable Wuwang's palm was so painful from being clenched by himself, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain inside.
But Pei Yunshu was too close to him.
Halfway up the mountain, it’s too close.
Master Ling Qing hesitated for a moment before saying yes.
The master said again: "No need to let him come up the mountain to find me."
His eyes involuntarily wanted to look to his side, but he suddenly stopped and turned his gaze back.