"Want to die?"
A young man in white jumped down from the sword. He had a fair and tender baby face, a pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes, and a hint of smile at the corners of his lips. He looked completely harmless.
However, his green bamboo sword was pressed against the throat of the disciple from the First Peak.
Coldly: "Tell me again, does Qingliu Sword Sect have a tenth peak?"
The opponent wanted to draw his sword to resist, but was horrified to find that he could not move his body. Even he who was about to form a pill was suppressed like this, not to mention those fellow disciples who had just been refining Qi and building their foundation!
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "Senior brother, let's talk nicely."
"Brother?"
The young man raised his lips, and the words "you are not worthy" were written on his face. He sneered and asked, "Who is your master?"
The disciple of the First Peak was slightly delighted, thinking that the other party was indeed still concerned about the status of the First Peak, and quickly reported to the sect.
However, the young man looked indifferent and asked again: "I haven't heard of it. Who is your master?"
The other party's face was already livid, and he remained silent and didn't want to speak. However, the tip of the sword was pointed forward, and the terrifying killing intent made him tremble. After all, he still spoke: "The master is Elder Hong Zhuo from the First Peak!"
"Oh, it's Hong Zhuo." The young man raised his eyebrows and spoke with contempt.
The disciple of the First Peak was about to curse, but when he saw his appearance, he suddenly remembered something and his face turned pale: "Are you...Xu Wanfeng!"
As the Green Bamboo Sword moved, the disciple's mouth was instantly cut into pieces, with blood oozing out.
He whimpered in fear and couldn't utter a word.
Xu Wanfeng said coldly: "Go to the Tenth Peak and kowtow a thousand times, otherwise you will die with Hong Zhuo tomorrow."
He put away the sword, frowned, took out a silk scarf, carefully wiped the blood on it, and then threw it away in disgust.
“It’s so dirty.”
When he looked up again, Xu Wanfeng discovered that the female disciples in the outer circle were all frightened and their faces turned pale.
His young face suddenly showed an uneasy expression, and he bowed his hands to apologize: "It's Wanfeng's fault. I'm sorry for offending you junior sisters."
His eyes swept across the faces of the female cultivators, and when they fell on Wen Yun's face, they lingered for a moment.
Wen Yun was now also looking straight at him, their eyes meeting.
The next moment, Wen Yun said, "Excuse me, are you the senior brother from the Tenth Peak?"
Xu Wanfeng didn't mind the female practitioners calling him senior brother, so he nodded with a restrained smile.
This was probably the beginning of another sad and romantic story. He sighed in his heart. There was nothing he could do about it. Good-looking people often had the most stories.
However, Wen Yun's next sentence -
"Can you tell me how to get to the Tenth Peak? I need to go there to light a fire."
"… "
Xu Wanfeng looked at the yellow paper handed to him and fell into a long silence.
Ming Yuan and other new disciples followed their senior brother and walked obediently to their respective peaks.
Her round face pulled, she stared at the sky angrily and whispered: "Why can Wen Yun, a fire-burning disciple, fly a sword, but we can't?"
Shen Xinghai said calmly: "In the inner sect of Qingliu Sword Sect, outsiders and ordinary disciples are not allowed to fly swords. Only disciples and elders are qualified."
"Could it be that that senior brother is a direct disciple?"
Only the disciples under each peak master can be called direct disciples. There are only a handful of direct disciples in the entire Qingliu Sword Sect, and all of them are famous geniuses. But no one knows Xu Wanfeng just now.
The only senior brother who knew his identity just ran to the pharmacy to get hemostatic medicine to treat his mouth.
"He's probably the direct disciple of the Tenth Peak."
Ming Yuan snorted: "No one has ever heard of the Tenth Peak. I don't know if some unaffiliated person made it up..."
"Do you also want to be as bad-mouthed as that senior brother?" Shen Xinghai warned lightly.
He thought to himself that after he officially became the disciple, he would definitely ask the master where the Tenth Peak was, or he might have the chance to meet the girl again and personally express his gratitude that he had not been able to say just now.
However, on the other side, Wen Yun, who was cared about by many people, ascended to heaven.
It wasn't like levitation where one floats a few meters off the ground, but it was like one was stepping on the sky above the clouds.
Xu Wanfeng, who was extremely cruel just now, now had a good temper and flew her to the tenth peak on his sword.
No one knew where he came from. When they occasionally met a few elders, they would avoid him as if he had seen a ghost. However, several female cultivators who passed by would come over to greet him with shy faces.
When they saw that there was a stunningly beautiful Wen Yun on the sword, they all looked as if they understood what was going on.
"… "
Wen Yun suddenly felt like he was on a thief's sword.
She saw the wonders of each peak along the way. They were called peaks, but in fact, almost all of them were halls built along the huge mountains, some elegant and some magnificent. The glory of the First Sword Sect was evident from this.
Then, Xu Wanfeng's green bamboo sword fell on the last hill.
“This is the Tenth Peak.”
Xu Wanfeng introduced casually, secretly observing Wen Yun's reaction.
In fact, this mountain is not small, but it is inferior compared with the other nine peaks. It has neither a majestic palace nor numerous buildings. People who come to the Tenth Peak for the first time look down on it.
However, he was surprised to find that the girl, who had looked cold all the way, actually smiled!
There was no contempt or disappointment in her eyes, but rather genuine admiration and joy!
How can we not be amazed
As soon as Wen Yun entered the inner gate, she found that the magic elements here were more than a hundred times stronger than those in the outer gate. After landing on the tenth peak, she found that the whole mountain was like a giant magic stone. The magic elements were so rich that she felt refreshed!
Wen Yun wanted to start practicing right away, but since she was already here, she decided to just make the best of it. She felt that she should do her job well first.
So he asked, "Brother Xu, where is the firewood room?"
"The woodshed?"
"Yes." Wen Yun nodded and quickly got into work mode: "I'll go chop wood and cook. Where should I go to fetch water and wash clothes?"
So positive
Before Xu Wanfeng could answer, a gentle and elegant young man in black clothes walked out of the courtyard.
He frowned slightly when he saw Wen Yun, and then looked at his junior brother: "Second Junior Brother, you actually brought a female disciple up the mountain now!"
"Big Brother, isn't this the fire-making disciple you want to recruit?" The innocent Xu Wanfeng hurriedly distanced himself from the matter.
He shook the yellow paper and showed it to me: "I saw you write this with my own eyes. I thought it was just a joke, but you actually took it and left it outside the courtyard."
Yue Xingzhou frowned as he looked at the small, dog-like characters: "When have I ever written something so ugly..."
"Last night." Xu Wanfeng reminded with a smile: "After you went to the third peak to duel with that kid Zai Yue, you drank three jars of—"
"Okay, stop talking." Yue Xingzhou quickly interrupted what he hadn't said yet, glanced at Wen Yun, and after a moment of silence, he spoke with difficulty: "Can it be sent back?"
Xu Wanfeng smiled innocently: "I'm afraid not. Just now, a disciple caught up with her and brought her jade certificate to me. She is now a formal disciple recorded in the books of our Tenth Peak."
He showed the jade tablet in his palm, and sure enough, there was "Wen Yun" engraved on the front and a "X" engraved on the back.
Even the identity certificate has been recorded. The sect’s efficiency this time was amazing.
Yue Xingzhou looked at the girl named Wen Yun again.
She stood quietly by the side the whole time, and clearly heard from their conversation that the Tenth Peak's recruitment of disciples was a farce, but she remained calm and composed. Such a mentality is rare.
Most of the previous disciples were unaware of the existence of the Tenth Peak. Those who knew either avoided it or headed for the majestic Ninth Peak next door as soon as they reached the foot of the mountain.
Moreover, once the identity certificate was recorded, one would be a member of that peak, and unless one committed a serious crime of betraying one's teacher and ancestors, the certificate would rarely be taken back. He could take it back by force, but that would be tantamount to ruining the girl's future.
With his master's teachings still fresh in his mind, he could not do such a despicable thing.
"God's will cannot be violated. If this is the case, then stay at the Tenth Peak."
Yue Xingzhou sighed and ordered, "Go and call up Third Junior Brother, and let's discuss Wen Yun's whereabouts."
Although they could not formally accept her as their disciple, they could at least give her some pointers on the way of the sword.
and…
The Tenth Peak is really in need of a handyman right now.
Newcomers to the mountain have to go through a simple entrance ceremony. It is said that they have to bathe and burn incense to announce the entrance to the mountain, then go into the main hall to pay respects to the ancestors, and finally be introduced to fellow disciples by the elders of the mountain.
Wen Yun's entrance ceremony was held half a cup of tea in a shabby courtyard on the Tenth Peak.
"This is my senior brother Yue Xingzhou, and he is also the master of the Tenth Peak." Xu Wanfeng introduced her.
"Temporarily serve as the peak master." Yue Xingzhou corrected gently.
Xu Wanfeng smiled and continued, "My name is Xu Wanfeng, and I am the second in the sect."
He pushed out the wheelchair again: "This is my third junior apprentice brother, Bai Yushan. He had some problems with his training recently and got slightly injured. He is a little inconvenient."
"… "
Wen Yun fell silent as he looked at the person in the wheelchair who was wrapped up so tightly that only his eyes were exposed.
This person who looks like a mummy, is it true that he has only suffered minor injuries and is inconvenienced
After introducing the two, Xu Wanfeng was speechless, because...
Because before the tenth peak, there were only three including him.
He seemed to think that the entrance ceremony was a bit hasty, so he covered his lips and coughed and added: "We are all eighth-generation disciples of the sect. Although we cannot formally accept you as a disciple, you can be considered a ninth-generation disciple to the outside world."
After saying that, he looked at Wen Yun with a smile on his lips, waiting for her panic or ecstatic reaction.
However, Wen Yun was used to being alone, and she didn't even know how many generations of disciples the Qingliu Sword Sect had reached, so she just looked back at Xu Wanfeng calmly, and then nodded calmly -
"Yeah, I see."
What a newcomer who is not surprised by the honor and favor! The three people thought to themselves that in terms of her state of mind, she is worthy of the Tenth Peak!
So now the question is, who taught Wen Yun swordsmanship
Bai Yushan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, closed his eyes silently to express his refusal. He didn't look like someone who could teach sword in his current state.
Xu Wanfeng was embarrassed: "I can't teach her. I can't bear to see a beautiful woman suffer."
Then he turned his gaze to Yue Xingzhou and reminded him, "Brother, this is the person you recruited."
Yue Xingzhou looked ashamed and smiled bitterly: "I'm ashamed, I have never taught anyone swordsmanship..."
It really sounds like a group of poor students shirking their responsibility of doing homework.
The three of them fell silent, not knowing what to do with Wen Yun.
Until Wen Yun broke the silence with a soft voice: "Three senior brothers, I am here to be a fire-making disciple. There is no need to teach me swordsmanship. Just let me chop wood, make fire, carry water and cook."
Let her practice magic on this huge magic stone.
The girl raised her fair face slightly and explained calmly, "Besides, I don't have any spiritual roots and cannot practice cultivation. You three don't need to worry about my future."
As soon as he finished speaking, the three of them looked over subconsciously.
Before, they had never deliberately explored Wen Yun's spiritual roots, and they thought that her cultivation was too low to detect it. After all, to them, the spiritual power of the Qi Refining Stage was almost equal to zero.
As a result, when they took a closer look, the three of them froze in place.
Xu Wanfeng narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly: "Bone age is fifteen!"
A vague voice came out from Bai Yushan's mouth: "Golden Pill!"
The last one was Yue Xingzhou. This young man who had just been gentle and elegant like a gentleman suddenly slammed the table and stood up with a deep look in his eyes.
"Wen Yun, where is your golden elixir?"
Now it was Wen Yun's turn to be at a loss.
The Xie family's method of digging out her golden elixir was extremely sophisticated. Even a powerful person in the Nascent Soul stage would think that she was a mortal who was born without spiritual roots. Just like the elders from the outer courtyard before, they examined her carefully for a long time but could not find anything wrong.
But these three strange brothers actually saw through the truth at a glance. What kind of cultivation level are they at