Snowy night, cold mountains, ancient roads are difficult.

When Bai Lian came to the third level, he looked at the towering pines standing tall in front of the building, with thick leaves and thick Song snow blowing in the night wind.

Under the tree, a man who is a painter is sitting on the snow and stone, lighting a cup of cold tea in front of his feet, holding a piece of boxwood upright between his knees, and a picture of birds in the clouds and smoke is painted on the smooth wooden surface.

The man held a rough drawing knife in his hand and was carving it carefully.

Bai Lian was the last one to climb the mountain. At this time, there were no other participants in the third level.

The painter man put down his pen for a moment, and suddenly a drop of bright red paint fell from the sharp pen.

The paint is like blood, and as he touches the eyes of the birds in the painting, the carved figures in the wood suddenly appear majestic, the wind and snow dance between the sky and the earth, the moonlight is dim, and the ancient palace on Hanshan Mountain in the distance suddenly becomes blurry and invisible.

The sky and the earth also moved away, chaotic clouds flew across, and the cold wind blew, the birds in the painting flew out from the tip of his brush, and the gloomy air surged everywhere.

The wood painting in the man's hand also completely changed the scenery. The clouds, mist and smoke filled with green light and formed characters on their own, turning into countless funeral inscriptions that were difficult for mortals to understand.

Balian stopped and looked at the underworld bird swooping towards him calmly, then struck out with a punch!

The dark wind and snow lingering between the wings of the underworld bird were torn apart in an instant. Then, the body of the bird drawn by the talisman's spirit suddenly opened, and the spirit touched Bai Lian's fist, like cold water dripping onto it.

On top of red-hot steel.

With a squeaking sound, the smoke suddenly dissipated.

The man carrying the boxwood had stood up at some point. He looked at Balian up and down:

"You just used your fists, but you struck out with a domineering sword intent. However, you didn't see any spiritual power. Even for a while, I couldn't understand what kind of cultivation you had."

"Please give me some advice, sir." Bai Lian knew that the fourth level test was naturally not that easy. The man in front of him was clearly a swordsman, but he could use talismans to enter the Tao. That wood turned into a ghost.

The boxwood has the power to attract ghosts, but don’t forget, this is the Tianxi Sword Sect, the land of the Immortal Sect, the head of the three Tiandao sects. Which big ghost would dare to cause trouble here?

The ghost in the painting just now was clearly fabricated by this person out of thin air.

He said that he couldn't understand Bailian's method, and it's not like Bailian couldn't understand his method.

The man shook his head, bent down and pulled out a lantern from the snow.

The lantern ignited without fire, and the lamp shone brightly, illuminating the path to the secluded place.

He said: "Would you like to go up the mountain with me?"

Balian was surprised: "Does this count as passing the test?"

The man smiled and said, "I am Qu Hexing."

Balian was stunned again.

Quhe Xing, the eighth chaotic talisman sword of Tianxi, is one of the world-famous legendary figures. Although he ranks eighth among the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, his talent in managing the world is not weaker than that of the first sword.

There is no other reason. Quhe Xing is an outlier among the Tianxi, and also an outlier among the thousands of monks in the world.

He used ordinary qualifications to create a legendary career.

Bai Lian is not the first person to carry the Hundred Ghosts' Heavenly Seal on his waist, Quhe Xing is.

Speaking of which, the fate of the two mountain climbers is uncannily similar. He is the one-in-a-million undead root of Quhe Star.

It's also what the outer disciple said...trash.

The Thirteen Swords of the Tianxi, one sword to rule the river, determines the universe with the body of a square gentleman, and the eight swords to bend the river star, really create miracles out of the ordinary.

It is the hope that thousands of mortals aspire to.

Only then did Balian understand the reason for the inexplicable kindness behind his calm appearance.

Because his climbing path tonight is the same path he has walked before.

Bai Lian's original intention was to search for his past life through mountain climbing, and he was not interested in becoming a disciple of the Tianxi Sword Sect.

Since there is a shortcut, he is naturally happy and relaxed.

The two of them were walking along the mountain path one after another. Balian suddenly thought of something and asked: "Since sir, it's the Talisman Sword, then that girl at the bottom of the mountain..."

Qu Hexing said: "Feng Yi Jian Shen Zhan, she is the eleventh junior sister."

So it turned out that Bailian was still surprised that any disciple would dare to give and accept bribes so openly.

Qu Hexing doesn't talk much, but he is a good old man who answers every question. As long as it doesn't involve the secrets of Tianxi, he will basically answer Bailian's questions patiently.

He took Bailian to take a real shortcut, leading directly to the Tianshan Mountains, and he ignored the rules.

"I heard that Tianxi's selection of disciples this time is to select a new Yuanli Sword?"

"good."

"But as far as I know, Thirteen Swords Jinsheng did not break his sword and fall."

"But the sect master knows that he will never be able to pull out the Yuan Sword again. The Thirteen Swords of Tianxi are the fundamental pillars that support Tianjian Mountain. If Junior Brother Jinsheng is unable to shoulder this important task, he can only abdicate in favor of others."

"I heard that the sword master cherished the Thirteen Sword Jinsheng the most in the past and intended to train him as his successor."

Qu Hexing used the lantern in his hand to peel away the weeds in the path, and said: "Junior Brother Jinsheng is the youngest and most energetic among the Thirteen Swordsmen. He has a frivolous spirit that the sect master likes, so even if the sect master doesn't tell us, we But everyone can see that the sect master is determined to entrust the important task of Tianxi to him."

Just because the expectations are the greatest, the disappointment is even greater.

Balian couldn't understand: "But the sword master has his own child."

Qu Hexing suddenly stopped and looked back at Balian: "Don't say this in Tianxi again. This is for your own good."

"Why?"

Qu Hexing said in a deep tone: "Because the sect leader doesn't like Zhongyou."

If you don’t like Zhongyou, why not marry Empress Zhongyou…

"Thank you for the warning." Bailian's face remained calm, but his heart was full of mixed emotions.

The trail that Quhexing took him on was not long, and it felt like climbing to the sky in one step. In just one stick of incense, Bailian experienced the eternal artistic conception of looking at the small mountains on this ancient mountain with thousands of rocks.

Arriving at the top of the mountain, Baili'an raised his eyes and saw a verandah with double eaves. The cloud pavilion towered into the sky. The mountain gate stretched over Donggao. Looking around, he looked at the snow-capped mountains and bamboo streams. The clouds were rising and falling, and the silver moon was shining brightly in the sky. This palace and Buddhist temple are majestic and majestic.

The crescent moon is half-curved, and the mountains are covered with cold snow. There is a cold pool in front of the palace, and a broken monument is used as a table. A dozen figures gather around the monument, holding snow tea in their hands, sitting or standing, each with different expressions.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! And at the foot of the mountain, the bribed girl that Balian met was also among them.

After careful counting, there were exactly nine people.

Behind those ten people, there is the Heavenly Temple where the Tianxi Sword Sect worships the true god. And around the waists of the nine people, each is equipped with a jade from the sect.

In Tianxi, registered disciples are awarded wooden medals, outer disciples are awarded bronze medals, inner disciples are awarded silver medals, and direct disciples are awarded gold medals.

Elders are equipped with rulers.

There are only thirteen swords, paired with Zongyu.

As for the sect leader, he should be matched with Zong Yu.

Seeing this, Bai Lian suddenly felt guilty about taking the back door.

Of the nine levels, he almost cheated and passed three levels.

This is good, there is no need to leave for the rest, the examiner will directly take the blank answer sheet and be promoted all the way to this point.

For those who come here, their status as inner disciples has probably been settled.

The Tianxi Sword Sect, which has always been strict in accepting disciples, is really shameful when it comes to being casual.

"Oh? You brought it up the mountain so soon?" Ye Qingzhou tossed the spirit bag in his hand and looked at Bailian with interest.

Ye Qingzhou, who is one of the Twelve Swordsmen of Tianxi, has a good fortune. He was born as a student in the south of the Yangtze River. In the spring rain of apricot blossoms, he developed the air of a romantic young man. He has an outstanding appearance and is a very handsome man.

Different from those serious swordsmen who have a slutty look on their face, even the solemn black and red sword outfit looks wild and unruly, not like a swordsman, but more like a dashing drinker.

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He looked at Balian and shook his head again and again, and sighed: "Is the landscape of this world so nurturing? How could such a handsome man with skin and bones have a root of death? It's a pity..."

Among these people, Second Senior Sister Yue Nu was the eldest, but she only glanced at Bailian and then withdrew her gaze. She fixedly looked at the girl behind Bailian, with half a glint of snow in her eyes, but she didn't show any trace of it at all.

Alien and cold, he is naturally approachable and gentle.

She took out a green dumpling from the food box, peeled off the lotus leaf clothes, and said with a smile: "The Tianxi Sword Sect maintains ten thousand sword formations all year round and is extremely sensitive to the scent of monsters. This little deer is born with aura.

It is not affected by this sword formation at all, and presumably it is a spiritual creature with a pure heart."

The little deer was born in the mountains and was not exposed to the six desires of the world. In addition to his age, he is still very young, so he is exceptionally pure, kind and smart. This is not a strange thing.

On the contrary, this ordinary-looking woman, as the master of the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, must be hundreds of years old. What is commendable is that such a woman who has gone through vicissitudes of life has the spirituality in her eyebrows and eyes.

The little deer are very similar.

Have no fight with the world, look at it like clouds, and be as elegant as orchids.

Xiaolu'er looked at the green dumplings she handed over, gently tugged on Bailian's sleeves, and raised her little head to look at him quietly.

Balian touched her little head and said with a smile: "Let's go?"

The little deer squeaked twice, the corners of its lips curled up happily, and its body was low and trying to resemble an animal.

"Cough." Balian coughed lightly.

Xiao Lu'er reluctantly stood up straight and walked over in an orderly manner. Not afraid of anything, he obediently took the green dough ball from the Yue girl's hand and nodded to her politely.
To be continued...