Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

"After all, they are just fledglings who have rarely tasted defeat." Jun Ning did not show up on purpose, so he naturally knew what had happened.

Looking at the bright light all over the courtyard, he put the teacup on the table. The water marks splashed by the tea soup were just like the natural moat that Liu Jiqian had drawn on the sword-testing stage when he swept through the heroes.

Which of the Tianjiao of that time did not come here with a reputation for arrogance? The wide sleeves made of the shark silk of the East China Sea fluttered like waves, and the weapons forged from the Kunlun black iron roared like the roar of a dragon.

But when Liu Jiqian, dressed in plain clothes and wearing a silver crown, lowered his sword from the clouds, and the three thousand miles of flowing clouds turned into sword intent, even the most unruly genius had to kneel on one knee and let the blood bead between his eyebrows roll down onto the sword-testing stone.

During the great war between immortals and demons and the collapse of the Immortal Alliance, the elders from each sect held discussions on the Broken Jade Platform for nine days and nights, and finally summoned the most talented and elite disciples from each sect to the battlefield. Countless sects suffered a complete breakdown in their foundations and their disciples' cultivation levels were severely differentiated.

If we hadn't asked the ancestor of the Immortal Sect, how could we have the situation today if the thunder from the Nine Skies had split the Demon Abyss for three hundred miles and the spiritual energy from the twelve continents had rolled back like a dragon?

Therefore, all the sects and forces would keep an eye on and protect their own geniuses, and would feel sad if one was missing.

This also leads to the fact that the geniuses rarely suffer setbacks, and facing Liu Jiqian is one of them.

Now they say they are fighting the devil together, but in fact everyone understands that this is to round up those arrogant little ancestors together to prevent them from tearing down their own mountain gates. It is also a good opportunity for them to interact with people of the same age and understand that there are always people better than you.

A blue phoenix suddenly cried out from the eaves, breaking through the clouds, and brought down a ginkgo leaf from the direction of the sword-testing platform. Dark red lines were faintly visible between the veins of the golden leaves, as if blood had solidified for a hundred years.

"When the Demon Abyss erupted, the same rain was falling on the Shattered Jade Platform." Jun Ning twisted the ginkgo tree and looked towards the southwest. At the end of the sea of ​​clouds, a broken bronze chain seemed to be faintly visible across the sky.

She was too young at that time, but the feeling was unforgettable.

Countless monks followed the sword marks left by their forerunners and went deep into the Demon Abyss. When they returned, their swords were shattered. They held the broken swords of their fallen comrades and engraved an oath on the sword-testing platform - swords may break and bones may decay, but this resolve will not fall.

The brutality of the war between immortals and demons still lingers in the minds of the older generation of cultivators. The cultivation world won, but it was a pyrrhic victory.

Some of the comrades who once fought side by side have turned into dust, while others have lost their cultivation and are now hiding in the mountains and forests...

Although these young geniuses are gifted, they have never experienced the true test of life and death. Their swords may be extremely sharp, but if they have no concern for the lives of others, no matter how sharp the swords are, they are nothing more than cold iron.

What these geniuses compete for is never about who is superior to their peers, but the hope that when the devil's tide comes again, wherever their swords point - there will be the unfinished bright moon of their predecessors, shining on the mountains and rivers of all realms, forever nighting.

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When the morning mist was about to dissipate, the cries of cranes from the twelve peaks pierced through the clouds, making the cold dewdrops rustle on the green pine branches.

In front of the Xuanyu stele of the Cangsheng League, someone poured half a bowl of leftover wine on the bluestone steps. The wine turned into red plum blossoms before it hit the ground, and unstyled ink characters appeared on the slanting shadows of the branches - these were the names that the high-spirited geniuses had written on the self-made list with ink.

Now Lu Wensheng, who was sitting in the host seat, was nonchalantly fiddling with the white plum blossoms in front of the table. The young man's wide dark blue sleeves hung down in front of the steps, and the jade crown in his hair was just an ordinary green jade, but it made his smiling eyes look even clearer like a cold pond. The dark tide below the steps dissipated from his fingertips and turned into starlight flowing between the plum petals.

"Disciple Lu, half of the wall of the martial arts arena collapsed again yesterday..." The deacon who was temporarily seconded smiled bitterly while holding the damaged list - these little ancestors did not dare to mess with other geniuses, but instead switched to demolishing houses.

Lu Wensheng looked up and saw several young disciples hurriedly passing by carrying a gilded plaque - it was originally a jade plaque engraved with "The sea embraces all rivers", and at this moment, three feather arrows were inserted diagonally on the word "hundred", and sharp arrow marks were revealed where the gold paint had peeled off.

"The Feathered Fire Arrows of Fentian Valley, the Liucangjin of Donghai, and the Jiuxiao Lei Jue of Zixiao Temple..." Lu Wensheng counted the crisscrossing marks on the wall, and suddenly chuckled: "It should be copied with a photo-recording stone, and titled "A Thousand Sails Competing in the Current." These hidden sects are different when they show up, and their lethality is like that of a demolition office.

These words floated to the lobby with the morning breeze, and the newly arrived geniuses heard it all. Even if nothing else, at least they were in a good mood now.

"What a great competition..." The geniuses looked at each other, smiled at each other, and the desire to fight appeared in their eyes.

"But it depends on whose boat passes the Tianmen first." I can't beat Lu Wensheng, and I can't beat you little noobs? !

No one knows whose boat passed Tianmen first.

As dusk fell, the banquet venue, which had long since been turned into the alliance's dining hall on the battlefield, was going to be demolished anyway.

The little princess of the East China Sea swept away the last piece of crystal braised pork. The heir of the Beast Valley immediately summoned the iron-eating beast to guard the steamer. Someone threw out the wind-fixing bead, and suddenly the bowls and plates were suspended in the air, and the spoons turned into meteors - perhaps they thought that the ones they snatched were more fragrant?

I didn't expect the geniuses from the hidden forces and the demon world to be so awesome. The other disciples took their bowls and quietly went to the corner, looking at the flying dishes and bowls, feeling that they were watching a dining show.

It was not until the canteen manager brought out Jun Ning that this "discussion of Taoism" was confined within a certain area.

Lu Wensheng stood in the shadow of the Nine-Curved Corridor, watching the young men walk away with their heads held high, covered in soup.

Some of their hair ends were still stained with spiritual rice, and their clothes hems were burning with real fire, but they insisted on making the mountains roar with their footsteps, as if this could shake off the embarrassment that should not belong to the genius.

Sporadic arguments were heard in the wind: "Tomorrow at noon, the sword test platform..."

"Am I afraid of you? I just realized the eighth level..."

"If you shake that belt again, I'll grill this fish of yours!"

"I'm a mermaid! You country bumpkin!"

"When will we have someone like you? A kiln burner or a charcoal seller? Really - handsome black..."

"What do you know about manliness, you little white face?!"

Lu Wensheng: “…” It’s pretty good, everyone is very enthusiastic, my mouths are warm, and I feel at ease.

The moon was at its zenith, and the library, which should have been quiet, was filled with the glow of fireflies. Several figures were competing with each other across the ancient cypress trees, their fingertips drawing golden tracks in the air - they were playing a unique game of chess, using the stars as pieces and the night sky as a chessboard.

The disciple guarding the pavilion wanted to scold him, but he saw Lu Wensheng with his index finger against his lips in the moonlight leaking through the window, with the flickering stars reflected in his eyes.

The young man just smiled and said, "Young people...are full of energy, how great." It was a rare evening when he was a little quiet.

The disciple guarding the pavilion: “…” Senior Brother Lu speaks like this… He seems to be a young man as well, right?

However, the most lively event was the "Asking the Way Meeting" that Lu Wensheng specially prepared for these geniuses.

At first, there were only three or five people drinking wine and discussing swords, but now even the passing cranes have learned to avoid this airspace - the young Taoist priest at Lingxiao Temple demonstrated sword-controlling skills, and the sword energy flattened half of the pavilion; further back, the head disciple of the Beast Valley was testing a new elixir for his pet beasts, and he managed to feed a pond of koi so that they flew into the clouds for three days without rest.

Lu Wensheng said nothing and just kept the accounts.

Let’s tear it down. It just so happens that the Common People’s Alliance can be basically renovated.