Flying up more than 200 feet from the Qingxu Hall, there are cliffs around us, white clouds shrouding the mountains below, and winding rivers and waterfalls can be vaguely seen. The higher we go, the wider the view is, and the colder the air is. The peaks of Xunyang are left at our feet, one by one, turning into many inconspicuous mounds.

Zhu Jin pointed to a pearl-like lake surrounded by mountains: "That is the Tiannu Stone on Luoxian Lake."

The Tiannu Stone is more than ten feet high and is located in the center of Luoxian Lake. From other places, it is just an ordinary stone, nothing special.

However, looking down from the top of Yurong Peak, the angle is slightly different. You can vaguely see the smooth shoulders of a woman on Tiannv Stone, with flying long hair and slightly drooping face, like a beautiful woman playing in the water with a veil. It is as famous as the Qingxuzi Sword Training Stone on Huishi Peak and is one of the Eight Scenic Spots of Xunyang.

The two of them landed gently on the bluestone slab at the top of Yurong Peak. Jun Yanzhi looked down for a while, smiled and nodded: "Standing on the top of Yurong Peak, the scenery is indeed different."

Zhu Jin said: "After looking at the scenery here for a long time, the scenery elsewhere is a little unremarkable."

Jun Yanzhi smiled: "Everyone has different aspirations. Some people like to climb high and see far, while others like warmth and comfort. They have different personalities and cannot be generalized."

Zhu Jin never argued with others, and said cautiously: "Junior Brother Jun also has a point. Follow me."

Even in early summer, the peak was covered with snow and a cold wind was blowing. Jun Yanzhi walked along the flat bluestone road for a long time, looking at the strange peaks and rocks vaguely visible under the cliff, and remained silent.

Finally, I saw a pavilion from a distance. It seemed to be made of white jade, which contrasted with the white snow on the ground. It was not very big and was divided into two floors. It was much less imposing than the Qingxu Palace. It was just elegant and beautiful, even a little small.

Zhu Jin said, "That is the Feixian Pavilion. Junior Brother Jun, go there."

Jun Yanzhi thanked him and walked slowly. The pavilion was very old and full of traces of vicissitudes. However, the surrounding spiritual energy was rich and faintly emitted soft light. It was guessed that it was protected by an extremely powerful formation.

Jun Yanzhi did not dare to act rashly and stopped in front of the building: "Disciple Jun Yanzhi wants to see you." Xi Fang's

steady voice came from the attic: "Come in."

Jun Yanzhi stretched out his finger and lightly touched the stone wall, then cautiously pushed the door open and entered, slightly stunned.

He did not expect that the world-famous Feixian Building would have such a small space inside.

On the left and right were long boxes made of black iron, floating in the air in rows, not touching each other, and swaying slightly. There was an aisle in the middle, allowing only two people to pass by side by side, shoulder to shoulder. At the end of the aisle, Xi Fang, wearing a dark green Taoist robe, looked at him, his face like a blank board, expressionless.

Jun Yanzhi bowed respectfully: "Master."

"This is where the swords of Feixian Tower are hidden. Pick the sword you want."

Jun Yanzhi had already made up his mind and said calmly: "I have an unwelcome request. I want to ask for the Yiming sword used by the Dead Wood Immortal three thousand years ago. I wonder if Master can give it to me."

He lowered his head when he said this. He only felt that the room was very quiet and there was no sound for a long time.

After a while, a clear metal collision sound rang out in the attic. Jun Yanzhi raised his head and saw a long black iron box falling into Xi Fang's hand.

With a "pop", the iron box opened, and a surge of murderous aura rushed towards him, piercing his skin like countless fine needles. Although it would not make him roll over in pain, it was still unbearable.

Jun Yanzhi stood there calmly, and said with difficulty: "It is this sword, thank you, Master."

Xi Fang took the sword out of the black iron box, held it in his hand and whispered: "You can't even bear to look at this sword, how can you control it?"

"Disciple will practice hard."

"You want to practice the "Dead Wood Sword Technique"?"

"Not bad."

Xi Fang looked down at him, without saying a word. Suddenly, a dark green figure flashed in front of Jun Yanzhi without any warning, and before he could react, the hard hand grabbed Jun Yanzhi's throat like an iron clamp.

The change came too suddenly. Jun Yanzhi's face turned purple. He looked at the man in front of him, confused and angry.

Xi Fang's eyes were so complicated. He seemed to want to kill him, but he was hesitant. It was only a matter of time before he could decide whether to kill him or not. Xi Fang's hands tightened again, and his five fingers just pressed on his throat.

"Sect, Sect Leader!" Jun Yanzhi stuttered and incoherently shouted with difficulty, "Please, tell me clearly! I, can't, run away!"

These words seemed to be of some use. Xi Fang hesitated for a long time, and finally let Jun Yanzhi go. There was suspicion, caution, and a hint of regret in his eyes: "Why did you save Master Zhao Feng again?"

Jun Yanzhi touched his throat and coughed for a while before he returned to his original gentle appearance, but his face was still rosy. He said calmly: "The first time the time was too short and he couldn't be saved. The second time the treatment took a long time and he was fortunately saved."

"Is that the only reason?"

"Yes." Jun Yanzhi's voice was dry and he seemed very dissatisfied. "I dare not say that I have done a favor to the Sword Sect, but at least I have done nothing wrong. Why does the Sect Master treat me like this and test my cultivation several times? Why?"

Xi Fang slowly put away the Yiming Sword and asked instead of answering: "Yanzhi, do you still remember what happened when you were a child?"

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head and said nothing, but a sore feeling slowly spread throughout his body, as if someone was slowly pinching him, not hurting the skin but crushing the bones one by one.

"I don't remember..." Jun Yanzhi said softly.

Why did Xi Fang suddenly ask him about this? What does he know?

Xi Fang looked at him and said slowly, "It's all in the past. It doesn't matter whether you remember it or not. Yanzhi, I have watched you grow up since you were a child and I know you have a kind heart. Now that the magic cultivators are in power, since you have inherited the "Hundred Herbs and Thousand Souls Technique" and are about to obtain the Yiming Sword and the "Dead Wood Sword Technique", you are the pillar of my Qingxu Sword Sect. I don't care what your past is, but if one day you hurt the Sword Sect, I will not show mercy. Do you understand now?"

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head: "Master, do you know about my childhood?"

Xi Fang looked at him and gently threw the box of the Yiming Sword into his arms: "I only know that you are an orphan, and I don't know anything else. But the past is the past, don't think about it."

He slowly walked out of Feixian Tower, his expression had returned to normal: "There are dozens of top-level exercises on the second floor, take three and practice well."

Summer

went and winter came, and half a year had passed in the blink of an eye.

Nothing major happened within half a year, but the relationship between Huishi Peak and Tianheng Peak and Hongxiu Peak was eased. Wen Jing was practicing in seclusion, and there was no news at all, but Zhao Ningtian from Hongxiu Peak finally woke up. This short and fat man was too proud of his reputation. He had a grudge against Jun Yanzhi before, so after learning that he was saved by Jun Yanzhi, he was also arrogant and refused to express his gratitude. Jun Yanzhi didn't care at all, and visited him under the pretext of seeing a doctor, but made Zhao Ningtian blush, and finally said, "I will never forget your life-saving grace."

Since he got the "Dead Wood Sword Technique", Jun Yanzhi spent most of his time practicing swordsmanship. This sword technique is indeed powerful. Jun Yanzhi was shocked by the power of the sword technique after only touching the surface, but it was really inconsistent with his nature. He was in extreme pain when practicing it and almost destroyed his own Dantian. Fortunately, "The True Art of Spring" has a soothing effect. Jun Yanzhi did not dare to neglect his practice and finally entered the first level.

Winter is always the most difficult to endure, and this year he happened to spend it alone. Jun Yanzhi had many things to consider and went down the mountain many times, but time passed quickly, and it was April in a blink of an eye.

On the ninth day of April, He Ling came out of retreat. Liu Qianmo asked him when Wen Jing would come out of retreat, and He Ling said, "I don't know."

Jun Yanzhi bit his lip and said nothing.

Another month passed, and the Peaks Exam, which was interrupted last year, was to resume this year. However, Wen Jing still did not come out of retreat, and it seemed that he was going to give up.

Jun Yanzhi did not think much of it. Wen Jing was too naive, and he should not know too many things. He just needed to keep him warm. It would be good for him to retreat for a few more years. By then, he would have finished all the things and could concentrate on conquering him.

On the first day of June, the first round of the Peaks Exam officially began. Jun Yanzhi was free in the first round, and was about to go see the other people from Huishi Peak, but he inexplicably saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure on the stage of the Qi training disciples.

That boy actually came out of retreat. After not seeing him for a year, he seems to have grown taller...

Wen Jing still has the aura of a young man, tall and well-proportioned, and looks very refreshed, perhaps he just took a bath not long ago. Jun Yanzhi looked at him indifferently, and felt that all the blood in his body rushed down, and he hurriedly suppressed it without making a sound.

Wen Jing held the "scrap iron" he had used for sword practice for a year in his hand, and looked intently at his opponent on the ring. As the saying goes, enemies often meet on a narrow road. The opponent ranked third among the Qi training disciples of Tianheng Peak, and he knocked him down with one move last year, without any ambiguity.

The disciple obviously felt Wen Jing's cultivation level of the peak of the thirteenth level of Qi training, and his pupils shrank, like a provoked eagle, restless.

He Ling came to Jun Yanzhi's side without knowing when, and stood quietly watching.

Jun Yanzhi said slowly: "Last year, he was only at the eleventh level of Qi training, and he has advanced two levels within a year."

"Well, he is focused."

Jun Yanzhi's heart sank slightly. It must be not easy for He Ling to say the word "focused".

He felt bitter in his heart and tried to adjust his mentality. It's good that Wen Jing can concentrate on practicing swordsmanship, and he doesn't have to put all his thoughts on himself...

There are almost no Qi training disciples who practice swordsmanship. Wen Jing is holding this "scrap iron", which is big and ugly, and looks a bit funny, attracting many people's sidelong glances.

Even if Qi training disciples use swords, it is good enough to be able to swing them out. Does this young man have any ability?

With a sound of bell, the competition began.

The disciples of Tianheng Peak grabbed four spiritual energies and threw them at Wen Jing like sharp blades, one after another, dazzling. This disciple has a water-type spiritual root, and is light and agile. His movements are the fastest and most flexible. The power of his spiritual blade is not to be mentioned, but his speed is the fastest among the Qi training disciples of Tianheng Peak.

Wen Jing was not in a hurry, he raised his true Qi and swung the "scrap iron" in the air.

The sword energy came out of the air!

Everyone screamed like a pot exploded.

"What did I see? Am I dreaming?"

"It was just a swing of the sword, how can there be such a sword energy? This is not even a move, right?"

After a few violent collisions, the sword energy easily dispersed the flying spiritual blade. Qi training disciples can use limited magic. Although they can use weapons during the competition, they are not allowed to use the talismans made by foundation-building disciples. The disciple used more than ten kinds of skills he had learned, such as fire bombs and ice spikes, but they were blocked by the sword energy one by one and could not get close.

Wen Jing was about to swing the sword again, but the disciple suddenly flew off the stage: "I won't fight anymore!"

The officiating disciple said: "Huishi Peak Wen Jing wins!"

The people in the audience began to make a noise.

"Boy, show me another move! Don't swing the sword, show me a real sword move!"

"Even the most basic sword move is fine! Hurry up!"

"Foundation-building disciples don't necessarily have such sword energy! Hurry up, let us open our eyes!"

The noise in the audience made Wen Jing a little passive. He has only practiced sword for a year, and has been practicing swinging the sword for most of the year. His sword moves are really not up to par. After swinging the sword 50,000 times, Duan Xuanzeng taught him a basic sword move, but he always felt that the sword swing was not yet well-trained and could be more powerful, so he secretly swung the sword 70,000 to 80,000 times, and then he felt that he had made some progress in the sword swing and began to practice the sword move.

Wen Jing did not respond, but jumped off the stage amid the discussion of the crowd. Looking from a distance, he saw Jun Yanzhi and He Ling standing together, smiling at him. His head felt like being stabbed by a sharp sword, and he suddenly felt dizzy.

What he did to Jun Yanzhi a year ago was replayed in his mind like a movie, vividly, screaming his bad deeds, which was unbearable to watch. Now thinking about it, last year was really nothing to worry about, like a turtle with its head shrunk, biting and running away.

Wen Jing lowered his head and came to Jun Yanzhi, whispering: "Second Senior Brother, Fourth Senior Brother."

Looking closer, Wen Jing was more handsome than last year, with black hair dripping with water, not sweat, but like the traces of a bath that had not dried yet, falling on his face and sliding down to his lips. Jun Yanzhi was covered in a thin layer of sweat, but he still maintained a gentle and elegant look like a fairy: "It's been a year since we last met, and Junior Brother's swordsmanship has become pure and blue."

Wen Jing listened to the familiar and gentle voice, his heart ached, but he finally relaxed. Senior Brother Jun is a humble gentleman, not like himself. It seems that he wants to pretend that what happened last year never happened and let him go.