Dao Xuanji [Civil Demon]

Tonight is the night of rest. Every year on the night of May [-]th, Wanyang Academy allows disciples not to go to sleep at [-] o'clock, and they are allowed to visit and make loud noises.

Hearing Nanxiu's question, everyone shook their heads.

"Hmm... Although the dean of the academy is Wuyu Sword Ancestor, Elder Song Qing has always been in charge of all affairs. But now she walks tremblingly like an old man, and the dean is probably even older." Someone speculated. .

"It's really curious."

"However, it seems that the tradition of sleeping at night was established by this dean. It is said that among the three deans of Wanyang Academy, this one is not very compliant and not very caring. When the second dean, Wanyang Academy has become the number one sect in the world!"

"Brother's words are wrong, we don't have any other sects who dare to bully you now."

"Ah, is that right? I saw that our college doesn't participate in the big and small ring competitions in other places..."

Someone laughed and cursed: "Frog in the well, no wonder you still can't build a foundation after practicing for so long. The academy is just too lazy to fight for these common names."

"Hey, it's not allowed to laugh at other people's cultivation in the academy."

The man immediately came to his senses and sighed: "That's why everyone is less sensitive to cultivation."

"I think it's pretty good. Cultivation is a personal matter. Immortal journeys have their own destiny. It's really wrong to laugh at others if you have a good destiny."

"Yes, I quite like the atmosphere of the academy."

"Aren't we talking about the mysterious Dean?"

"Oh yes, so why did the sect become an academy again? Why is the second dean rarely mentioned?"

As soon as this question came out, no one spoke, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.For some reason, there was a 100-year gap in the history of the cultivation world. Before that, there were traces and records in books, and after that, only those 100 years, the older monks were unwilling to mention it, and they couldn’t find it at all. to record.

Those 100 years coincided with the transition between the term of the second dean and the third dean.

"How high is Dean Wuyu's cultivation?"

"I heard from people in the clan that the headmaster was the number one swordsman a long, long time ago. It is estimated that it is even more unfathomable now. Maybe he has passed the tribulation period?"

At this time, everyone gasped, their hearts were full of envy, and they had more longings for the matter of becoming immortals and ascending.

The person who everyone was talking about was sitting in the back mountain stone room at this moment, sitting quietly, looking at a broken and used Yuyue Talisman in his hand.

After 200 years, the talisman paper has become brittle, and every time it is taken out, it needs to be extremely careful.

Everyone thinks that they can ascend to the top and give them high hopes. It seems that this is a matter of course, but it is still more difficult than they think when they really work hard.After all, I can no longer be as free of distracting thoughts as before. There are always many things to think about, and I can no longer think about nothing like before.

Wen Junqing sighed softly, at this time someone outside the stone room door triggered the restraint, she waved her hand, the stone door opened, and it was Elder Songqing who came in.Although the monk's face stayed in the year when the foundation was established, his white hair and stiff body all showed that the other party was already old.

Wen Junqing nodded and signaled to the elder, thinking in his mind that the elder should be allowed to rest and enjoy the family relationship.

"Wuyu, did you still not let go this year?"

"There should always be something in mind, the elders don't need to worry." Wen Junqing replied lightly.

Every year today, Songqing would come to have a look, because today is the day of her death, her death day.

"No worries..."

"I'm fine."

Song Qing let out a long sigh, and said: "Although I have come to tell you this every year, and your ears are numb from hearing it, I still want to say it. Your cultivation has probably reached its peak, and it has been a long time since you have reached the peak." Feisheng, it should be that you are too obsessed and can't let go of your heart. You should let go."

It has been so many years, and Song Qing can guess something roughly, and later when she looked through the roster of the academy's disciples, she found Xuanji's record.

"En." Wen Junqing nodded slightly, lowered his eyes again, and said no more.

Seeing her like this, Song Qing knew that it was time to leave, so she got up and was about to go out. Before the door, she turned her head again, looking at the child she had grown up with neither sad nor happy, just staring at the things in her hands. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and said something serious.

"Aren't you wasting your own years like this? After all, your lifespan is limited. Can the dead be resurrected like this? You are really disappointing."

Wen Junqing finally moved, but still did not raise his head.

Song Qing shook her head, sighed and left.

The stone gate was slowly closed, and Wen Junqing watched as the talisman paper in his hand was slowly getting wet, and the characters drawn with cinnabar gradually became blurred.

I'm here, what are you doing.

"Don't keep me waiting."

Suddenly the voice that dared not think about it sounded again, Wen Junqing slowly lowered his body, clutched the talisman paper to his chest, and did not get up for a long time.

Day two.

Suddenly, thunder appeared in the sky above Wanyang Academy, while in other nearby places, sea water surged, sunny days brought heavy rain, and hundreds of birds sang together. Visions appeared in the entire Dongchuan.

Soon, all the monks, big and small, rushed to Dongchuan, and found Wanyang Academy after searching for the size of the vision.The color of the thunder in the sky is unusual, it is purple. Behind the clouds, it is constantly twisting, and occasionally the sound of Yiming is shocking.

"That...is Tianlei?"

Someone stammered and asked, revealing a guess in everyone's mind on the table.

This is, someone is about to cross the catastrophe and ascend?

Everyone stopped talking, silently staring at the purple sky thunder that danced like a snake in the sky.After a long time, there was a loud bang that pierced through the earth, and the first thunder struck down, shaking the heaven and the earth.

The disciples of Wanyang Academy also filed out one after another, thinking that someone was looking for trouble, restless, but Song Qing controlled the scene.

The road to the back mountain was blocked, and there was a large formation under the academy, and no one could fly up with a sword to take a look.

How long has it been since no one ascended in the comprehension world?So long that everyone thought it was just a sweet dream, a big cake, a carrot hanging on the forehead of the donkey, a lie that everyone knew but no one exposed.

So everyone is very excited now, and the older monks even rekindled hope in their hearts, thinking that maybe they can become immortals. At this time, the second thunder fell, and everyone's hearts were full mentioned.

After a few cups of tea, another thunderbolt fell, and there was silence for a hundred miles, only the sound of breathing could be heard.

Then the third way.

Fourth way.

Fifth way.

...

A morning passed slowly, but the last thunderbolt was still rolling behind the clouds, still gathering strength, like a cunning poisonous snake, who didn't know when it would attack unexpectedly.

Everyone now felt the difficulty of the fairyland, witnessed the thunder and the power of the sky, and then realized their own insignificance, and stood there blankly looking at the sky.Song Qing looked at the back mountain from a distance, and asked the disciples with high cultivation to maintain order and prevent anyone from fishing in troubled waters, but anyone could see the worry on the surface.

Everyone was waiting for the last thunder. Although they had their own thoughts, they all hoped that the person who only knew his name would be able to ascend.

Finally, the last thunderbolt struck, and the mountain behind Wanyang Academy shook a few times, visible to the naked eye.

A dead silence.

The clouds cleared, revealing the sun behind.

Song Qing frowned and hurried to the back mountain, wishing she could go up with the sword, or paste a few magic amulets.

The top of the back mountain turned into a piece of burnt black ruins with a burning smell. Not to mention the stone chamber, there were no flowers, plants or trees, only a piece of crushed stone powder.Song Qing did not give up and used her spiritual sense to check again, and it was true that there was no breath of the living.

The other monks in the back broke through the obstruction of the disciples of Wanyang Academy in twos and threes, and went to the back mountain one after another. Looking at the ruins of this place, they all sighed again and again, feeling like a rabbit died and a fox was sad.

Wanyang Academy without Wuyu Sword Ancestor sitting in town is like a herd of fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.There are still many sects peeking at the tens of thousands of books in the academy.Some people started to look at each other two or three times with people they knew well, and quietly sacrificed the magic weapon, just as they were trying to use some name to take over Wanyang Academy, when a momentary light flew out of the huge charred pit on the top of the mountain.

The light was dazzling and the speed was extremely fast. When everyone noticed it, they had already flew in front of the person who quietly took out the magic weapon.

It turned out to be a sword.

"Wuyu's sword." Song Qing heaved a sigh of relief.No one who is still alive has ever seen Feisheng, so no one knows how to be considered as a fairy, and how to be considered a failure.But now it seems that it should not be a failure, after all, the sword still recognizes the master.