Met a nasty person

The ethereal air spread out like clouds and mist. In the clouds and mist, a tall mountain stood tall. It was Lingzhong Mountain.

In the clouds, one or two cultivators flew towards the mountain like immortals riding on the clouds and mist.

From here downwards, there is a long staircase stretching towards the sky for ten thousand miles.

On the long steps that stretched to the sky, there was only one person walking quickly. His steps were extremely fast and his body was light and agile, as swift as a cheetah.

His steps were so brisk that one would mistakenly think he had just begun climbing the mountain, but he was already nearly at the top.

There is an immortal sect on the top of the mountain, called Lingzhong Sect.

The one or two sword-riding flyers who had been there before landed on their swords and said, "Hurry up, the training is about to begin..."

They ran into Lingzhong Gate in a circle, their white robes fluttering, and disappeared not far away.

Soon, the disciple who had climbed the mountain also climbed up. He was wearing a gray, inconspicuous suit, and his hair was simply tied into a ponytail.

Two strands of hair hung down unruly from his forehead. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, which was quickly dried by the breeze. Beneath it were a pair of dark and handsome eyes.

"Qi Lao San, I brought you what you wanted." He took out a square package wrapped in yellow rice paper from his arms and handed it over.

Qi Laosan is not his parents' third son, but his original name is Qi Sanjiang.

His lips were pale, and he was squatting in the corner of Lingzhong Gate. Actually, he didn't need to hide at all. He was wearing Qinghe's white robe, and he looked like a relief pillar when he stood there.

"You're finally here." He went to greet her.

He couldn't wait to open the rice paper, revealing white crystals inside. He couldn't wait to taste it, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his face immediately regained its color.

"That's great. I will be saved after taking medicine. You have no idea how bitter the medicine is." He looked grateful, and his round face smiled like a smiling sugar-painted figurine.

Mo Xue didn't bother with the sugar-loving sugar artist. He held out his hand and said, "Ten spirit stones."

Qi Sanjiang was already prepared and took out a bag of spirit stones and handed it to him.

Mo Xue weighed it and found that the weight was only increasing, not decreasing. His eyebrows curved and the corners of his mouth curled up, thinking that this was a good deal.

When he smiled, his eyebrows curved, his eyes were bright and watery, his lips were red and his teeth were white, with a small dimple on one side.

Qi Sanjiang said without hesitation: "You are such a good person."

After he left, Mo Xue couldn't help laughing. Good man? He is a good man?

Ten pounds of sugar were sold for one spirit stone at the foot of the mountain, while he sold one pound of sugar for ten spirit stones.

He'll have to raise the price a bit next time. After all, good people are priceless.

He walked slowly inside holding the bag of spirit stones. Just as he was getting carried away, he looked up at the sky.

Oh no, I'm going to be late for school.

The school is a place specifically for these junior disciples to learn and practice.

It starts at Chenshi and ends at Moshi.

Mo Xue went down the mountain to buy candy today, so he was naturally delayed for a while.

The master's name was Wu Tairan. He had a long white beard that reached down to his belly. His eagle eyes stared intently at Mo Xue who had sneaked in.

"stop!"

Mo Xue paused with his bent waist, and looked up at the master in a funny way.

The disciples sitting on the cushions turned their heads and looked over as if by telepathy.

The master repairman asked angrily, "Why are you here only now?"

Mo Xue scratched his head and said, "I overslept."

The chief repairman walked slowly towards him, his eyes scanning his body. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, his hair hung in disorder in front of his forehead, and even his belt was loose and slightly crooked. His body was covered in dust, and he didn't know where it got stuck.

Mo Xue raised his eyes and glanced at the master, and seeing that his eyebrows were stern, he reached out to straighten his belt in time, raised his head, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the master.

That should be fine.

The master repairman snorted coldly, "You've clearly been in a state of disarray. Don't try to deceive me." His eagle eyes turned, "Did you sneak down the mountain?"

Mo Xue straightened his body and shook his head rapidly like a rattle.

"No, I woke up and realized I was late, so I ran over here in a hurry and fell."

The master repairman stared at Moxue, as if trying to find evidence to prove whether he was lying.

The assistant master at the side stepped forward and said, "Master, these disciples haven't even learned to use swords yet, let alone fly on them. If they want to go up and down the mountain in one day, it's absolutely impossible."

The master repairman then withdrew his gaze. Mo Xue breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the empty seat at the right rear, and was about to sit down cross-legged.

Wei Si, a disciple standing beside him, winked at him and said, "I already saved a seat for you. Where have you been?"

"I..." Mo Xie was about to say.

The master repairman turned around and saw two heads huddled together, whispering to each other. They were late but still so arrogant, so he said, "Why are you still sitting there? Stand at the back!"

"Get the book!"

The chief repairman gave him a displeased look, remembering his face thoroughly. His two black bean-like eyes rolled around, and it was obvious that he had no good intentions.

"Right, that's where I was just now," he stroked his white beard, "Yes, practice Qi, practice Qi into your body, open the third page of the scroll, then practice diligently, comprehend the book, and you will definitely master it."

Mo Xue stood at the back, one foot lifted impatiently, his long body lazily leaning against the wall. Taking advantage of the master repairer's back turned, he deliberately lowered his brows, stroked his chin with one hand, and opened his mouth in a sanctimonious manner to imitate...

"If you haven't mastered it, it must be because you haven't practiced enough. Chenshi is the best time to practice.

You are all disciples who have come from the mountain. You have the patience and determination to pass the Thousand Miles Long Steps test, but you are still a long way from becoming a true cultivator. You must not indulge in depravity or become lazy."

When the master repairman said this, he turned around and glanced at Mo Xue.

Mo Xue had already stood at attention, lowered his head to read a book, and nodded pretentiously.

The overhauler turned around and continued speaking.

Mo Xue restored himself to his original state with another click, stroking his beard and saying: Oh, where was I just saying...

Wei Si turned his head to glance at Mo Xue, and almost laughed out loud in annoyance. He covered his mouth with his hands, and shrugged his shoulders.

The assistant teacher hurriedly reminded: "Recognize the sword."

Grand Master: "That's right, sword recognition. In three days, the Ten Thousand Swords Valley will be open, and any disciple can go there to recognize the sword."

Mo Xue was stunned. This was something he had never heard before. The disciples below were also shocked. One of them excitedly raised his hand and asked, "Master, can we all go in and choose a sword?"

After all, this was the first time they had truly come into contact with the skills of cultivators since they had been in the mountains for so long. They had been very envious of the high-level disciples flying on swords and soaring above the clouds, looking so ethereal.

Master: "You are wrong. You don't choose the sword, the sword chooses you. It's all about opportunity."

Wei Si's eyes lit up and he turned to look at Mo Xue. Mo Xue changed his foot and leaned against the wall, his eyes bright and clear, full of yearning.

With a sword, you can go down the mountain faster. It is best to find a wider sword. The greater your ability, the heavier the burden you can carry, and the larger the cargo you can carry.

The Grand Master continued leisurely, "So you all must practice diligently. The Sword Valley opens every three years. If you don't make it this time, you'll have to wait three years. Once you learn to fly with your swords, you can go down the mountain to gain experience and slay demons."

The disciples said in unison: "We will follow the instructions of the Great Master."

The master repairer looked up at the funnel on the stage, which was timing the time. The yellow golden sand was almost at the bottom. He said, "Today's training ends here. You can practice on your own for the rest of the time."

After saying this, he waved his robe and was about to leave.

Mo Xue breathed a sigh of relief. Climbing a thousand steps was no joke. His legs were just beginning to react. After the master repairer left, he immediately walked forward and sat down on the cushion.

The person who pressed the switch left, and the house instantly became as if a floodgate had been opened. Whispers arose, and all they talked about was the opening of the Sword Valley.

Wei Si was no exception. He turned to Mo Xue and said, "What kind of sword should I look for? One that is powerful and majestic, or one that is light and flexible?"

The disciple in front turned his head and said, "My fellow cultivator, you're probably wishful thinking. We won't be able to choose at all. Whether we can encounter an opportunity remains to be seen. Last year, only half of the people were chosen by the sword. One senior brother entered the valley five times, but never returned. Moreover, our class has only been in the mountains for a year, so we can't compare with the disciples who have been cultivating for three years."

Wei Si sighed, "How can I continue my training without a sword?"

"Those who are rich and powerful will naturally ask a weapon master to train them early, or those who have inherited their family, they don't even have to wait for the Sword Valley to open. Only we, the disciples who have climbed up the mountain on our own, are eagerly waiting for the Sword Valley to open."

"How many swords are there in the Sword Valley?" Mo Xue suddenly asked.

"I don't know. Anyway, no one has ever been able to explore its deepest part over the years."

While they were talking, the Grand Master suddenly turned back. Seeing the commotion inside, he shouted, "Didn't I tell you to concentrate on your cultivation? Why are you making so much noise?"

The room suddenly became silent. The disciple in front had turned around and sat up straight.

Mo Xie crossed his legs, pounding his sore muscles with one hand, and yawned loudly with his head down.

Seeing this, Wei Si asked again in a low voice: "What on earth have you been doing?"

Mo Xie was about to reply when the Grand Master pointed at him: "Mo Xie, what are you doing sitting here?"

Mo Xue glanced at the moody master cultivator, not knowing where he had offended him, so he had to stand up. Although he had no choice, he still stood obediently at the back, leaning his back against the wall, his legs stretched out freely, and his waist slightly bent casually.

Standing is not the right way to stand, sitting is not the right way to sit.

The master repairman took a glance and did not continue preaching.

In a blink of an eye, Mo Xue saw that the sky of the master had changed from cloudy to sunny, but it was not facing him.

The Grand Master looked outside, his face kind and gentle, "Disciple Bai Linchuan, with your level of cultivation, you no longer need to come to the academy."

Mo Xue yawned again, wiped the moisture from his eyes, turned his head and looked at the person who came.

Outside the door, the spring scenery was beautiful. In a large lush green lawn, a man in white clothes walked slowly. His black hair spread behind him like ink. He wore a white robe and a crown. He was tall and handsome. His robe fluttered, and the cuffs were inlaid with floating gold. He looked noble but elegant.

What is even more noticeable is that the man's face is as white as snow, his high nose bridge is sunken into the root of his nose, and his brow bones are high but cold.

His eyes and brows were as cold as snow and frost, which was totally out of tune with this beautiful spring day. It also made him look as aloof as a god or Buddha who was neither happy nor sad.

He clasped his hands together, bowed his head slightly, and said, "I heard about the Sword Valley incident today, so I came here to listen."

The master repairman helped him up. "Okay," he looked around and pointed to the only empty seat. "You sit here."

Mo Xue's stunned hand suddenly stretched out, "That seat is mine."

The master turned his head and glanced at him: "You are late today, and you must stand when you enter the class."

Mo Xue saw that Bai Linchuan, who arrived later than him, was able to sit down, and he sighed inwardly: This person is probably not a disciple, but the ancestor of the great master.

Look at his appearance, sitting there, legs crossed, back straight, face cold and arrogant, I'm afraid he will become a Buddha in the next moment.

Why is this big Buddha coming here instead of staying in the temple?

The Grand Master continued to ramble, "Let me say a few more words about the opening of the Sword Valley. The Sword Valley opens once every three years, for one day each time. The selection of swordsmen depends on luck. It focuses on your cultivation, skills, and future development..."

His words passed by his ears, Mo Xue stared at the man, secretly criticizing him.

He tore off the scroll, wrote a note, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it at Wei Si.

Unexpectedly, the paper ball deviated half an inch in the air and hit Bai Linchuan.

Bai Linchuan, sitting on the futon, turned his head and glanced at him.

Mo Xie was surprised. It turned out that this god or Buddha could move...

He gave a sly smile and pointed at Wei Si who was standing next to him.

Unexpectedly, Bai Linchuan indifferently withdrew his gaze and remained unmoved.

Mo Xie: ...It’s too early to talk about that.

He had no choice but to write another one: What is the origin of the god or Buddha next to you?

The note was thrown accurately at Wei Si.

Wei Si glanced at Mo Xue, wrote something quickly, put his hand behind his back, and threw it back when the master was not paying attention.

Written on the crumpled paper ball was this: "He's Senior Brother Bai Linchuan. Don't you know he's the most talented of our class? Born into a family of cultivators? I heard he was able to enter the Qi realm at the age of five and slay demons with his bare hands at ten. Yet, for some reason, he's in the same class as us."

The note went back and forth, and this time there were a few more words on it: Who is worthy of me knowing?

His handwriting was extremely bold, and his words were no less so.

Wei Si: If we were to rank cultivation from one to ten, he would be number one.

Mo Xie: What about us?

Wei Si: Not even ten.

...Mo Xue took back the note.

It turns out that he is a child of destiny. I understand why he is worshipped as a god.

Although it was understandable, Mo Xue began to stare at the Buddha with a sinister and malicious smile, as if he was considering where to start dismantling it.

"This time, the Sword Valley is open. Those without special abilities must not go too deep. It's filled with fog and the routes are intricate. If you're not careful, you'll get lost. Of course, the deeper you go, the rarer the swords are. For example, in the center of the Sword Valley, there's a sword that reaches the sky. For hundreds of years, no one has been able to pull it out."

The Grand Master looked at Bai Linchuan and said, "However, those who have their own cultivation skills can give it a try."

Finally, the great master finished his sutra and officially left the hall. This time, the sand in the hourglass had completely flowed out.

Although they were leaving the hall, no one in the room dared to move. Bai Linchuan stood up first and nodded gently to the chief repairman.

The chief repairer left with him.

After Bai Linchuan walked out of the hall for dozens of steps, he suddenly turned around and looked back. His eyes were cold and tired, and his body did not move. With the condescending coldness and judgment of a superior, his eyelashes moved slightly, and his eyes gently swept from top to bottom.

Mo Xue leaned on one leg against the wall, holding a grass stem he had brought from somewhere in his mouth. He tilted his head, and his black pupils followed the back of his eldest brother, who was dressed in snow-white and looked extremely holy.

He raised his eyes, his sharp gaze fixed on the ball of white light that was as bright and dazzling as the midday sun. The Grand Master was still nodding in agreement beside the white light.

Mo Xue shifted his gaze, moved his teeth, and bit off the grass stem.

When he raised his eyes again, the white light was standing in front of him.

How come he suddenly came back after walking so far? Mo Xue raised his eyelids and looked at him.

silence……

In the end, it was Bai Linchuan who spoke first. He handed over a crumpled piece of paper, glanced at Wei Si out of the corner of his eye, and said lightly, "I don't know him."

Mo Xue habitually reached out to take the note and was stunned for a moment.

The Grand Master saw this scene from afar, his brows furrowed, his face grim, and he shouted, "Mo Xue! What are you doing passing notes during training? Stand still during the next class!"

After Bai Linchuan finished speaking, he turned around, waved his sleeves, and left Mo Xue standing there as punishment, without even giving him a glance.

Mo Xue opened his mouth inexplicably and stared at Bai Linchuan.