Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

The north wind swept across the twelve pavilions of Yuntai. Under the newly erected jade plaque of the Cangsheng Alliance, the sword energy and tea fragrance lingered from the sleeves of the young man. The geniuses who gathered from the three mountains and five peaks dyed this originally silent fairyland into a colorful painting like splashed ink.

The glazed dome of the alliance's meeting hall reflected the early morning sun, illuminating the twelve coiled dragon pillars.

Yun Wujiu, a young Taoist priest in Zixiao Temple, was leaning against a pillar, wiping the blade of his sword with frost on his fingertips; the twin sisters from Lingbo City were playing chess in the corridor, the crisp sound of black and white jade pieces falling on the plate was wrapped with the lingering sound of the formation; the saint girl from the southern border of the demon world sat barefoot on the eaves, with silver bells hanging from her braids, startling the blue phoenix perched on the eaves...

In addition to these well-known geniuses, there are also fans of the name of genius, which is quite impressive.

"Click——"

Suddenly, the leaves of the phoenix tree in front of the courtyard rustled, and the originally noisy fairy palace suddenly became three points quiet.

The twelve jade wind chimes outside the corridor all turned to the southeast. The flowing light of the glazed dome was suddenly crushed by the cloud-patterned brocade boots. The green phoenix on the eaves chirped and flapped its wings.

But a tall and thin figure appeared in the morning mist. When his wide black sleeves swept across the stone steps, they startled several fallen petals covered with morning dew.

The crisp sound of chess pieces falling on the board in the corridor froze in mid-air, and even the vibration of the silver bell of the Saint of Southern Border was weakened by three points.

Amid the long cry of the blue phoenix, the crowd made way for a passage like waves of spring water.

The person who came was wearing a headband and a casual ponytail. He wore a shark silk gauze robe over a long shirt. The black clothes and red belt were clearly the attire for ordinary people in the Discipline Hall. However, the headband with a red gold cloud pattern made him look elegant.

Her eyebrows are like distant mountains with dark black, her eyes are flowing with the spring water that has just melted from the snow-capped peaks of Kunlun Mountains, and there is clearly a gentle smile at the corners of her lips, drawing a sharp arc in the morning light, melting elegance and sharpness into a natural demeanor.

Three feet behind him, several completely different spiritual pressures spread out. They were dressed in the clothes of disciples from different forces, many of whom were familiar faces. What surprised those geniuses was that these people, who were at least comparable to them, were now tacitly following behind the visitor.

Everyone walked in on the golden glow of the morning sun, their hems sweeping across the twelve green jade steps, their footsteps leaving trails of light in the morning mist.

Those young but also famous monks from the five sects separated like the tide, but then gathered again into a circle about ten feet away - close but not overstepping the boundaries, highlighting their status as the leaders.

Xiao is the ostentatious Yan Zhaoming, who couldn't help but click his tongue and sigh, "What a big scene"... He is even more pretentious than him.

"Wen Sheng is late, thank you for waiting for so long."

Lu Wensheng's eyes swept over the people with different expressions, and finally stopped at the empty main seat - Master called him but didn't come, couldn't it be intentional? Asking him to deal with these difficult geniuses alone? Ah, no...

Although he was wailing in his heart, Lu Wensheng appeared calm on the surface with a gentle smile on his face.

"You are the female demon... Lu Wensheng, the disciple of Shelu Daojun?"

Lu Wensheng was about to speak when he was interrupted by the impatient girl.

"I am Canglige, the daughter of the leader of the East China Sea mermaid tribe." The coral beads in the girl's hair jingled as she spoke, but when she glanced at the other geniuses, she suddenly snorted coldly, "If it weren't for my father, I wouldn't have come to this useless alliance on land..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of a whip breaking through the air came. The green eyes of the Saintess of Southern Xinjiang, Tan Heng, glowed faintly, and snake scales spread from the side of her neck to her cheeks: "Noisy."

The silver bells on her ankles shook out the poisonous mist, which displeased Canglige and froze the waves caused by the technique into ice crystals. "The Cangsheng Alliance is not a shallow beach for you to dry your scales."

"Wait a minute, both of you--" With a loud bang, the Sky-Splitting Axe split the ice waves.

Li Zhe, the young master of the Beast Valley, squeezed in with a pair of ox horns, and his heavy black iron armor hit the green jade bricks, causing sparks to fly.

"My father said... if you break something, you have to pay double the amount of spirit stones."

The honest man scratched his head and took out a handful of pine nuts from the animal leather bag at his waist. "Don't hurt the relationship. Otherwise, stop fighting and try my fried ones..."

"Want to fight? That's no problem for me, young master! Get out of the way! Big guy!"

The Lingyang bow flew across the sky with red flames burning. Yan Zhaoming, dressed in red, stepped on the fire and came over. "This young master hates nagging! I don't mind a few small things!"

"Young Master Yan." A gentle voice suddenly flowed like a clear spring. Yun Wujiu's peach wood sword drew the lightning and cut off the raging flames. As the young Taoist's wide sleeves fluttered, the purple lightning condensed by the Nine Heavens Thunder Art turned into peach blossoms.

"A few days ago, you burned three acres of Xingluozi in Lingbo City. Be careful of being punished..."

"Master Yun, please don't use our Lingbo City as a raft!" Jiang Jinyue suddenly poked her head out from behind the Panlong Pillar. Yue Xianci was holding a piece of osmanthus cake. The silver bracelet on her wrist jingled. She jumped and stuffed the cake to Li Zhe, "Big guy, this tastes better than pine nuts!"

Suddenly, frost and snow covered the glazed bricks. Jiang Caixue's Snow Hidden Spear had not yet been unsheathed. "Jiang Caixue from Lingbo City, that's my sister Jiang Jinyue." She nodded slightly at Lu Wensheng, and when she turned to look at her sister, the frost in her eyes melted a little, "Don't butt in."

Lu Wensheng nodded, but he was actually confused: Are they fighting right now? Are these geniuses so hot-tempered?

However, looking at the noisy geniuses, Lu Wensheng only felt the arrogance of a young man. He did not feel offended. He was still a young man himself, and it was normal for him to be young and frivolous.

He had asked the system about the plot of these geniuses in the original novel. Thinking about it now, he felt that it was good that they were so vivid, with gentle eyes, and this situation was even more tolerant.

Even though he was a genius, he was only briefly mentioned in the original novel. The demon clan could succeed because these promising young people were all eliminated. He died young, much earlier than the humiliating incident that happened to Liu Jiqian later.

The glazed dome finally reflected their appearance, and they were still the dazzling splendor of the brightly dressed and vigorous horses.

When Cangli Ge's Liu Cangjin entangled the invading demon and sank into Guixu, the tsunami it stirred up was sweeping over the twelve continents of the East China Sea; on the night when the silver bell on Tan Heng's wrist turned into a thousand miles of phosphorescent fire in southern Xinjiang, the three thousand demon insects crushed by the Qianjie Snake Bone Whip were still gnawing at her scaled snake tail; a few days after Li Zhe's Litian Axe was inserted into the wasteland and condensed into a monument, pine nuts had sprouted from his grave.

Yan Zhaoming's Lingyang bow burned out the last bit of the sun's fire when he was covering the retreat of the common people. When the bowstring broke, it burned through the blood mole on the boy's palm, and brought an end to the boy who was as hot as the sun. On the day when Yun Wujiu's peach wood sword sprouted new branches, it bought time for the cultivation world. The peach blossoms condensed by the Nine Heavens Thunder Art bloomed for three thousand miles in the ruins of the Taoist temple.

The Jiang sisters' star chessboard is forever frozen at midnight when the sky is filled with frost and snow. The formation formed by the overlapping Moon-Appearing Thorns and Snow-Hidden Thorns, even after the death of their master, is still in the ruins of the old site of Lingbo City, guiding the tides to strangle monsters.

Those fragments of gold from the morning sun that once dyed the twelve jade steps red eventually became faded annotations in the world of cultivation.

Their lives were passionate and beautiful, but the final ending could be described in just six words - the stars fell and the immortal gate declined.

They are like the last glitter of millions of glass lamps before they fall to the ground, and are the sharp cuts made by the spring breeze before the arrival of midsummer.

Heaven and earth will not mourn for fireflies, but they are the shining sun and the hanging moon...

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