Six years later.
Two young men were walking on the mountain trail of Huanglong Mountain. One of them was wearing cloth clothes, straw sandals, and his hair was tied up with a piece of wild grass. He looked quite shabby, except for his eyes, which were as bright and clean as the stars in the sky. The other one was wearing clean white clothes, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and looked quite elegant and handsome. The elegant young man seemed to be a little tired, so he stopped halfway and sat on a big rock next to him: "Ahu, you said there are masters on Huanglong Mountain, why haven't we seen anyone after walking for so long?"
"It doesn't make sense." The unruly young man also stopped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and frowned slightly. "From the bottom of the mountain, Huanglong Mountain is only about three or four hundred feet high. How come we haven't seen the top for half a day? Is there some kind of formation?"
"Array formation." The young man was stunned. "Could it be the legendary "far away in the sky, close at hand"? "
The carefree young man asked in confusion: "What is that?"
The young man didn't explain, he just looked down and said hesitantly: "How about we just go?"
"No, no, I must worship the master on this mountain as my teacher today." The unruly young man said seriously, "Do you know what sect lives on this mountain and who lives there?"
The young man shook his head and said, "How would I know? I was at home preparing for the provincial examination, but you had to trick me into coming here."
"The one on this mountain is the world's number one sect, the Xiaoyao Yufeng Sect! The first sect master on the mountain is the most beautiful woman in the world, Nangong Xier; the second sect master is the number one swordsman Zuojun; the third sect master is Xie Yuling, the only master of Confucianism, Taoism and magic since ancient times; the fourth sect master is Su Baiyi, who repelled the immortals from Yingzhou and saved the people of the world from danger. He is also the number one person in the world in my heart!" the unruly young man said loudly.
The young man said helplessly: "You heard all this from the old storyteller in the teahouse."
The slovenly young man blushed slightly: "So what? These stories are true!"
"But have you ever thought about this?" Wen Xiu asked. "Since they are so powerful, why did they accept us as their disciples? Those wealthy and powerful sects and aristocratic families would risk their lives to send their children to Huanglong Mountain?"
"That's because I'm a martial arts genius!" The unruly young man raised his head and said, "As for you, you are my best friend! What's mine is yours."
"Bah, I paid for the trip!" Wen Xiu young man cursed mercilessly, "It's obviously mine before yours!"
"Who are you? How dare you break into my Huanglong Mountain?" A burly man appeared in front of them, carrying a golden sword on his back, which was particularly dazzling under the scorching sun.
The unruly young man was startled, but he quickly guessed the identity of the man in front of him! Whether it was his burly figure, the golden sword from Demon City, or the aura when he spoke, they all looked like the legendary man!
The best swordsman in the world, Feng Zuojun!
The unruly young man suddenly felt heroic. Although his martial arts skills were very ordinary, he was not afraid of this legendary master. He clasped his fists and said, "I am Ji Huxie!"
The handsome young man also clasped his fists and said loudly: "Student, Li Xuan."