Took away his sword
At the beginning of the hour of Mao, Bai Linchuan got up and meditated on the top of the mountain. He did not get up until the sky was light. He was dressed in white and holding a branch he picked up. He attacked with energy, and his moves were continuous. His figure was flying, like the holy snow on the towering mountain, disdainful of dancing with the world, standing proudly on the top of the mountain.
Wind, rain, snow and frost never stop.
When the second senior brother Bei Shaozhi who lived next door came out of the house yawning, he stretched his body and twisted his waist to stretch his muscles and bones to practice martial arts, just in time he saw Bai Linchuan coming back from the mountain.
He shook his head and sighed in his heart, not knowing whether to call his senior brother a genius or a pervert.
Bei Shaozhi had raised his hand to greet him before, but to his surprise, Bai Linchuan asked, "Who are you?"
Bei Shaozhi pretended to be calm and introduced himself, "I'm your fellow disciple from the same sect, Bei Shaozhi. We meet every month during the master-disciple training."
Bai Linchuan nodded, as if accepting this setting, and then walked away in a daze.
Now, as expected, the other party didn't even look at him and just walked past him as if he didn't see anything, even though there was a fellow disciple from the same sect who could breathe standing next to him.
Every disciple who came to the mountain had to cultivate in the outer sect for three years. After three years, if they were accepted by the inner sect elders, they would become inner sect disciples. If not, they would remain in the outer sect or go down the mountain to become independent cultivators.
Their master is Master Ding Haocang, who is now the most powerful master on Lingzhong Mountain. The master has not accepted disciples for a long time. Bai Linchuan is the exception. In his first year on the mountain, he was invincible in the entire sect and was promoted to the first place. As an exception, he was accepted as a disciple by Elder Ding Haocang.
Ling Chongshan, the strong are respected. Even though he has been practicing for more than ten years earlier than Bai Linchuan, he now calls him senior brother in a proper manner.
Seeing that the Sword Valley was open again, Ding Haocang naturally had to give some instructions to his beloved disciple.
"Don't worry, with your talent you can choose the magic sword."
Bai Linchuan said lightly, "Hmm."
Ding Haocang cleared his throat, looked at this mature young disciple, and advised again: "Choosing a sword is about opportunity, do it according to your ability."
Bai Linchuan replied respectfully, "Disciple will do his best to obtain the divine sword."
“…” Were there two balls of cotton stuffed in his ears?
"You, I know you have extraordinary abilities. You must be the best in martial arts and cultivation. Naturally, this sword must also be the best in the world. This sword appeared in the center of the Sword Valley twenty years ago. In the past twenty years, no one has been able to pull it out. The last time a magic sword appeared in the center of the Sword Valley was a hundred years ago. Back then, this place was not the Sword Valley. There was only one sword, which was pulled out by my senior brother. After that, he ascended to become a god and left behind a formation here, which became the Sword Valley." Ding Haocang showed an expression of reminiscing about the past. "Thinking back, there were swords everywhere in the Sword Valley, but the very center, where he drew his sword and ascended, was always empty until this magic sword came. Everything must have been predetermined."
Bai Linchuan bent down, his brows raised, his face calm and composed, revealing his absolute confidence and arrogance. "I will definitely live up to Master's trust. Obtaining the sword, attaining the Dao, and ascending to heaven is my lifelong goal."
A transparent barrier with a slight blue-gold sand was slowly flowing in the air. The sword valley behind the barrier was foggy and nothing could be seen, but the monks were still crowded together, desperately stretching their heads to look forward.
Wei Si glanced around and saw Bai Linchuan standing far away, isolated from everyone.
Ding Haocang stretched out his hand and wrote the Kaigu seal talisman in the air. The golden talisman gradually pushed farther and stronger, and hit the seal, causing the seal to fluctuate.
He shouted, "Sword Valley, open for the 120th time."
The thin film of the seal began to fade from the center, revealing the true appearance of the Sword Valley.
Except for some light at the entrance, it becomes darker as you go further back, and no sunlight can penetrate. Colorful fluorite sparkles on the stone walls on both sides, and colorful dots of light float in the air, illuminating the deep and mysterious valley.
In the cracks of the dark brown ground, there were swords stuck in all directions. Some were clean and elegant, silver-white, while others were stained with blood, full of murderous aura.
When a monk walks in front of the sword he likes, if there is a chance, the sword will emit a faint light, and he can then draw the sword. If there is no light, it means he has no chance, and no matter how hard he tries, he cannot draw the sword.
Mo Xue saw a sword inlaid with a redstone gem in front of him. Even if the sword was not powerful enough, it would be very honorable to show it off. Moreover, he could make a profit by selling the gem.
Many people were attracted by Feifei. After walking all the way to the Sword Valley, this was the first decent sword they had seen.
However, dozens of people stepped forward, but their swords did not light up until the eleventh person, when the red gem on the sword suddenly flashed with an enchanting light. A grand red aura flashed in the valley, attracting great attention.
The brighter the spiritual energy, the stronger the sword. The eleventh person was ecstatic, as he had found a treasure.
However, just as he drew his sword, another man rushed over, reached out first, and drew his sword first.
The incident happened very quickly, until the man was proudly waving his sword around and saying, "Not bad, it works very well."
Of course the eleventh person would not let him off, "This is my sword!"
"Didn't you hear what Master Xiu said? Whoever pulls it out owns it."
"you!"
He punched him, and instantly the two of them were fighting each other, and neither of them got any better.
"I'm going to tell the master repairman."
"Go ahead, it's clearly me who pulled out the sword."
"I came here first."
"If you're particular about first come first served, why not start from the mother's womb?"
"you!"
Mo Xue watched the two of them walk out arguing, and he sighed inwardly. If he could at least pull out another sword before going out, if he couldn't get the Ruby Sword back, he wouldn't be left without a sword. If the Ruby Sword was taken back, no one said he couldn't take two swords.
After walking a little further, they saw more swords here. At a glance, there were several top-quality swords. Wei Si said, "Mo Xue, let's look for the sword here. The magic sword must be in the deepest center. We'll easily get lost if we go any further in."
Mo Xue looked around and grabbed Wei Si, who was carefully choosing a sword. "I've chosen a sword I like. Please keep an eye on it for me. If someone comes, you can fight them if you can defeat them. If you can't, forget it."
Wei Si: "Don't worry, I will definitely protect it for you. Which one did you choose?"
Mo Xue pointed: "This one, that one, that one over there, and here, here, here, that's all."
“…”
It seems that all the lit swords are kept as backup.
Mo Xue walked in without saying a word. The sword he wanted most was Bai Linchuan's.
When traveling through the Sword Valley, you need to pass through caves from time to time. Sometimes there is only one road, and sometimes there are five or six directions to choose from. If you are not careful, you will get lost, and it is not easy to reach the deepest part of the valley.
Mo Xue walked with a sense of daze, a faint smell of blood lingering at the tip of his nose. He sniffed. Could it be that the deeper you go into the bones, the stronger the sword's evil energy becomes? Then the direction he was heading was definitely true. He resolutely chose the middle path.
Sight can be misleading; you might think you're moving forward, but you've actually already turned a corner. The best solution is to not rely on your eyes. Bai Linchuan closed his eyes tightly, an unshakable compass in his heart guiding him through one hole after another.
Step into the center of the divine sword.
In the entire empty cave, there was only that sword. A circular platform stood on top of it, and the magic sword was inserted straight in the center, unable to be shaken.
It was emitting a pale moonlight glow.
Mo Xue walked out from the other side of the cave. Seeing this, he was secretly delighted. He found it.
When he tilted his head, he saw Bai Linchuan opposite him.
“!”
When their eyes met, Mo Xue glanced again, and the sword was bright. He jumped up without saying a word.
Bai Linchuan was wondering why Mo Xue was here. The road to the center of the Sword Valley was extremely complicated. Without a certain level of cultivation, one would be distracted and lost in the valley. How could a person with a low level of cultivation come here?
Just as he was beginning to wonder, he saw Mo Xue rushing towards the magic sword with a wild laugh on his face.
Mo Xue wanted to grab the sword.
Bai Linchuan flew forward, his white robes shining brightly under the spiritual energy, and he swung his palm towards Mo Xue.
However, Mo Xue had already reached out and grabbed the hilt of the magic sword. The sudden impact of spiritual energy caused him to suffer severe chest injuries. His chest collapsed, his back hunched backward, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which splashed on the circular steps, the magic sword, and Bai Linchuan's clothes.
"Let go." Bai Linchuan said angrily.
"I don't!"
He had already grasped it and there was no way he would let go. He looked at Bai Linchuan, and his brows, which had been furrowed in pain, were now raised frivolously.
Above the divine sword, a pale moon-colored spiritual energy flourished, its brightness rivaling the sun and the moon, and it expanded dramatically, drowning out the figures of the two.
Mo Xue gritted his teeth and refused to let go, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands. The huge burst of spiritual energy made his hair fly back and his face was blown upwards. As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, the wind blew into him.
"You can't pull it out." Bai Linchuan looked at Mo Xue with a cold face.
Mo Xue didn't believe it. He clenched his hands tightly and exerted all his strength, a strength that could push the sun like a huge rock.
"ah!"
“Ahhhhh!!!”
Bai Linchuan frowned slightly, waved his robe and stood still, releasing his own spiritual energy in the brilliant light. He looked down at Mo Xue. If he continued like this, his body would not be able to withstand the spiritual energy of the magic sword, and sooner or later he would be shattered and exploded to death.
There was a sudden, crisp "crunch" sound.
The stone plate loosened, and a slight crack continued to expand outward from under the sword, growing larger and larger like lightning.
Bai Linchuan widened his eyes in disbelief, his face showing an unprecedented look of surprise.
As the magic sword was completely pulled out, the huge impact force knocked the two of them to the ground. The white light shot straight into the sky and could be clearly seen ten miles away.
Everyone's eyes were attracted by the brilliant light, and the monks talked about it, causing a commotion.
"What's that noise? There's such a huge flash when a sword is drawn."
"It's rumored that there's a divine sword at the deepest part of Sword Valley that can send one soaring into the sky. I never thought it was true."
"Fuck, who pulled out the sword?"
"It must be the eldest brother!!!"
"That's the only pervert."
"He's obviously a genius."
"Will he really ascend? No one has ascended in Lingzhong Mountain in the past few years."
"With his strength, he's only one opportunity away from ascending. The last senior who ascended seemed to have obtained a magical mirror that could see the past and future, and he ascended a few years later."
The corners of Ding Haocang's mouth slowly rose. Ling Chongshan was about to usher in glory again, and the next person to ascend was just around the corner.
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