Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

"As expected of Yang Ming...Friend Wei, what are you doing..."

Xun Ruo sighed for a while, and suddenly there was a flash of light under the glazed dome. He turned around and saw Wei Xun holding three shadow stones with one hand, reflecting the afterimage of Lu Wensheng's fluttering clothes from different angles.

"Qingshu asked me to bring back the battle footage of Lu Wensheng so that she can send out the Jade Mirror." The diligent cameraman Wei Xun answered truthfully.

Ye Yingzhou wrote furiously, apparently inspired. He leaned against the Panlong Pillar and wrote with his pen moving like a dragon. The rice paper was cut by the escaping sword energy and then glued together by frost.

Song Wen stared at it and read: "The sword is unsheathed and breaks through the sky. The sword energy condenses into frost on twelve bridges. The sleeves contain thousands of waves of the sea, and the fingers hold the nine layers of stars. The blue phoenix holds dew and shocks the clouds. The red butterfly burns the sky and turns it into snow tide. He smiles and watches the wind and clouds rise. A strike of spring sound calms the loneliness." No wonder he is from Xuanyi Pavilion, he is so cultured.

Yu Shuoyang who came along to join in the fun: He really couldn't understand these people's thoughts and was often at odds with them.

But... Yu Shuoyang rolled his eyes and looked at Wei Xun with a smile: "Can you give me a copy of the contents of the photo stone as well?"

"If Lu Wensheng doesn't mind, I can give it to you."

"I'll tell him." He waited for Wang Yanzhi to beg him!

A group of disciples from the Discipline Hall in black clothes and red belts showed up at some point in time. They looked very serious, but there was something indescribably strange about them.

But if you look closely, you will find that they have improved versions of photo-taking mechanisms hidden in their wide sleeves: some have embedded the sky-viewing mirror on the inside of their wristbands, some have hidden photo-taking stones in the oriental pearls of their hair crowns, and the most outrageous one even used candied haws sticks to string together seven miniature photo-taking stones.

In order not to lose momentum, people from the Discipline Hall naturally came as well.

Disciples who are able to come when they are free and represent the Discipline Hall to support Lu Wensheng: Those geniuses have their fans with them, they can't let their senior brother be left without anyone!

But at this time, everyone was holding a photo stone and taking pictures from all directions and angles, like a photography team.

That is to say, those truly fanatical fans could not come, and the disciples of the Discipline Hall had to behave properly under Lu Wensheng's supervision, otherwise there would have been banners and cheerleaders on the scene, which would have directly shocked everyone with a small fan club.

Wu Feipeng: What are you doing taking these photos? It’s hard to guess…

Zhang Zhixu: "......" Do you still remember what we came here for? !

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"I have always valued ruling people with virtue rather than suppressing them with force."

The moment Lu Wensheng finished speaking, he tapped his toes lightly, and as the corner of his frosty robe brushed past the twelve eaves, the golden bells under the eaves suddenly vibrated together.

He turned around and landed back in the center of the hall, and at this moment, the sword was sheathed again. The crisp sound of the scabbard hitting the white jade bricks seemed to shatter the solidified time and space.

The sword tassel hanging from the hilt moved without wind, and the geniuses present felt their shoulders sink.

"The three thousand green jade steps of the Cangsheng Alliance this month are relying on you." He smiled and brushed away the frost on the sword tassel. The glazed dome reflected the morning light and cast a golden pattern between his brows.

"You all came all the way here to clean the place. That's really a show of sincerity."

Geniuses: Don’t think that we can’t hear your sarcasm just because you are smiling!

The young swordsman smiled and threw the coral bead back to Cangli Ge. When his fingertips brushed across the mermaid silk, the tide that had just flowed back turned into drops of morning dew. Cangli Ge looked at the water stains on the hem of her skirt, and the blush on her ears was three points brighter than her coral bead.

Canglige's coral beads suddenly jingled: "Do you think this princess is a servant?!"

"How could that be?" Lu Wensheng said innocently, "How nice it would be to be able to feel the mountain breeze while sweeping the Cloud Steps?"

"Lu Wen Sheng!" Yan Zhaoming was about to argue while clutching his hairband when he suddenly noticed a ray of golden light wrapped around the Lingyang bowstring and his palms suddenly felt hot.

He lowered his eyes and saw fire butterfly patterns rising from the golden lines. The sword energy from the supporting light actually followed the meridians and reached the qi sea, forcibly suppressing the restless Burning Heaven Art and actually locking all the embers in a small space. The red-clothed young man's throat rolled twice and finally swallowed the words back.

Yun Wujiu was holding the peach petal with thunder patterns, thinking about something, when he suddenly saw the severed array patterns winding and growing on the green jade bricks, and in a blink of an eye, a path of bright peach blossoms bloomed. He raised his eyes to look at the Taoist patterns on the Panlong Pillar, and was surprised to find that the modified array trajectories actually secretly conformed to the principle of the change of the four symbols.

Yun Wujiu chuckled: "I've heard that the Qingyu Steps of the Cangsheng Alliance have the effect of cleansing the mind..." Is this asking them to calm their minds?

"In that case, Brother Yun might as well scan it a few more times."

Yun Wujiu: "...then forget it."

"Sweep, sweep the steps?" Li Zhe scratched the back of his head, and the heavy black iron armor made a sound of metal hitting stone as his demonic power circulated. He looked at the expressions of the other geniuses and felt that it was not impossible.

The two sisters, Tan Heng and Ling Bocheng, said nothing.

Jiang Jinyue tugged at her sister's sleeve and wanted to say something, but after seeing everyone's faces, she held it back.

Wu Feipeng suddenly laughed out loud: "Killing two birds with one stone, sweeping the steps and tempering one's character at the same time."

Tang He was also a courageous man. As the saying goes, the bold ones enjoy the world first. He approached without hesitation, with a modified version of the talisman lying in his palm.

"The latest model of the Wind Spirit Jade Talisman, when injected with spiritual power, it can automatically gather fallen leaves - all it takes is three high-quality spiritual stones!"

"I do have spirit stones, but I'm not a fool, you profiteer!" Yan Zhaoming smiled with his fake smile - not beating him was just giving face to Lu Wensheng.

Tang He curled his lips: I thought I was being taken advantage of.

The crisp humming sound emitted by Wei Xun's image stone seemed particularly clear after it quieted down at this moment. The three crystal stones formed a prism in the air. When those geniuses reacted and turned their heads stiffly, they did not retreat - sword cultivators are so fearless.

The figure of Lu Wensheng holding a sword and walking on the snow was refracted into twelve illusions, and each angle just happened to reflect the most embarrassing moment of a certain genius.

"Friend Wei." Lu Wensheng smiled. The golden pattern on his headband was refracted by the prism, making it difficult for everyone to open their eyes. "Remember to cut out the scene where Young Master Yan is holding his belt."

Yan Zhaoming: Is this a threat?! Isn't it just sweeping the steps? He will sweep it!

Suddenly, suppressed laughter broke out in the silence of the whole court.

The photo-taking mechanisms in the wide sleeves of the disciples of the Discipline Hall flickered one after another, and some of them were trying so hard to hold back their laughter that their Dongzhu hair crowns were shaking.

Zhang Zhixu put his fist to his lips and coughed lightly. Although he had complained in his heart before, he now honestly took out the photo stone and recorded Yan Zhaoming's blushing face - yes, they had some small grudges.

"Now that we have some free time, let's start from today. Everyone, remember to bring your brooms. You are all famous geniuses, so it should be easy for you to sweep the stairs. No one will cheat, right?"

Cang Lige muttered quietly: "I've praised you so highly, you can't not sweep it, right?"

The other geniuses rarely said anything and nodded repeatedly.

The crowd even thought of today's Jade Lens line, and they were all saying [Shocked, why are all the geniuses sweeping the Cloud Steps together?!]