Wanjian Mountain, Shaoyang Peak.

Shaoyang Peak is where the Foreign Affairs Hall is located, and is often used to receive guests. A forest of crabapple flowers on the top of the peak is in full bloom in the May weather. The breeze is blowing, and the jade dust is hazy. The first sect assessment of Wanjian Mountain since the death of Jianzun is held in this sea of ​​fragrant snow.

The stone-built competition platform was built in the air, and at this moment, it was already surrounded by the disciples of Wanjian Mountain. The Qiyun Pavilion next to it had already arranged elegant seats for the distinguished guests from other sects. The pavilion was high and magnificent. The second floor was level with the platform, and the viewing position was the best. When several fairies in white from the Miaoyin Sect appeared, it caused quite a stir.

——No women are usually seen in Wanjian Mountain, but now these four beautiful female cultivators have come. These hot-blooded young men are eager to show off their skills and leave an impression on them.

The battle between Jiang Mi and another inner disciple has become one-sided.

His sword moves as agile as a dragon, changing unpredictably, and his opponent has been forced to sweat profusely by his sword light. In the shadow of the flowers under the sunlight, a cold sword light flies up and down with the black figure, murderous when it is sharp, and pleasing to the eye when it is slow. The young man's sword eyebrows are flying, his eyes are like cold stars, and his heroic posture makes people feel excited.

At the intersection of the two wooden swords, Jiang Mi suddenly turned an angle, like an antelope hanging on a horn, and stabbed the man's right arm with one sword, and took advantage of his weakness to knock the sword in his hand away with a "clang". For a moment, the whole room cheered, and even the female cultivators of the Miaoyin Sect applauded.

As soon as he stepped off the stage, Gu Bufan came up to him, pointed at a beautiful girl on the second floor and said excitedly: "Hey, Jiang Mi, the first one on the left hand is our leader's only daughter, Yunmeng, who was staring at you just now!"

——The young man’s eyes actually never left the second floor, but the person he was looking for did not show up.

Seeing that he was absent-minded, Gu Bufan felt bored and simply shut up.

The last match was between Ling Wujie and an inner sect disciple of the Patrol Hall. As soon as the two of them came on stage, the crowd suddenly burst into an uproar.

"Look! Baili Yaoyue!"

The girl, wearing a red dress with a phoenix pattern, suddenly appeared on the second floor of Qiyun Pavilion.

Her eyes are beautiful and she is as gorgeous as a fairy.

There was a trace of heroic spirit between her eyebrows, which was rare in women. When she was not smiling, people dared not look at her closely; when she smiled, she exuded a devilish intent that made people feel fascinated.

Not only the people below the stage, but also the two people on the stage were all mesmerized by the sight, and the competition did not begin until an elder sent a message urging them to start.

Jiang Mi stared at her, but she just looked at the stage without looking at him. He looked around and found that few people were interested in watching the competition. They were all staring at the second floor. He was furious, as if he was drowned in the crowd and was not special to her.

On the stage, Ling Wujie was crazy for some reason. He not only used the swordsmanship of Wanjian Mountain, but also added the illusion of Lingxiao Sect. Wherever the sword light passed, flowers fell like rain, and suddenly condensed into a flower array, covering the opponent. This flower array could not be cut by the sword, and it was endless. After a few moves, the opponent admitted defeat.

Who would have thought that Ling Wujie was so bold that he suddenly leaped to the second floor of Qiyun Pavilion, stood in front of the girl in red, and smiled happily.

"I've heard that Fairy Chiyu has superb swordsmanship. I wonder if I can have the pleasure of seeing her in person?"

Hearing this, Xing Yuan's face darkened, and Ling Lang beside him immediately frowned and scolded: "No rules!"

“Hey, I think Wujie’s suggestion is good,” Yun Liang, the head of Wanjian Mountain, quickly tried to smooth things over. “Fairy Chiyu, can you teach us a thing or two and open the eyes of these disciples?”

Yao Yue raised the corner of her lips lazily: "Since that's the case, I'll show you one of my moves."

As soon as she finished speaking, the Fu Shui sword came out of its sheath with a "clang" sound, like a dragon emerging from the sea. A green light flashed, and the girl flew out.

The Jiebi ape is as fast as a bird. It touches the branches with its toes and flies lightly between the treetops. Wherever it passes, the branches shake slightly and the dew on the leaves does not fall off.

With a flick of her slender arm, the Fu Shui sword flew out and slashed at the flower forest in front of her with a slight buzzing sound. In the distance, ten crabapple trees that were so big that they could be hugged fell to the ground. A pink and white crabapple flower was still standing on the tip of the flying Fu Shui sword.

——The crabapple tree lies on the ground, with countless flower buds still growing on it. It has received some morning dew and sunshine, but it seems unaware that it has been damaged at all, and is still there, competing for beauty and welcoming people with a smile.

Even if the elders were as calm as ancient wells, it would be difficult for them to forget the beauty of this stunning sword, not to mention the young men in the audience. For a moment, there was complete silence, and the girl shook her wrist, and the crabapple flower on the tip of the sword flew into the crowd, and everyone couldn't help but reach out to catch it.

But the flower seemed to have eyes and fell right into his hands!

It was clearly a very light flower, but he felt like he was holding the whole world. There was an indescribable emotion stirring in his chest, and the violent beating made his chest numb.

The crabapple is a light red, gorgeous but not coquettish, plain but not bland, graceful and well-proportioned, just like the people among the flowers. She is free and unrestrained, with the air of flying in the sky, blending in with the world, yet detached from it. Who wouldn't envy such a beautiful and graceful woman, who wouldn't yearn for it?

When their eyes met, time seemed to stop for him. The envy, jealousy and contempt from the noisy crowd around him had nothing to do with him. He just wanted to imprint that person's appearance in his heart.

A blush quietly appeared on the girl's cheeks, and the crimson color gradually spread to her white jade-like neck. She lowered her long eyelashes and raised her eyebrows lightly. There was only three parts of pride and seven parts of shyness in her eyes.

——What is the meaning of being bright and beautiful, what is the meaning of being full of affection. Just this moment has become an unforgettable silhouette in his heart.

But all this happened in a split second. Yao Yue focused her mind for a moment, her expression returned to normal, and she flew back to Qiyun Pavilion.

Many years later, this day often appeared in his most distant dreams at night, pulling him back from the brink of despair and collapse. It was a holy place in his memory that no one could ever touch. It was so overbearing, lasting, and vivid that he was willing to die for it.