After Jiaoqibao and Long Aotian switched bodies

Water Mirror Peak.

The sky, clouds and shadows are the same color, and a small stove is lit in the quiet waterside pavilion, and the smoky spring tea is being ironed, and the elegant tea fragrance is overflowing.

Ziyi Zhenjun held a white chess piece between his fingers, and knocked on the chessboard in boredom. Hearing the sound of wading through the water from outside the water pavilion, he managed to cheer up a little bit, and looked towards the door with his chin propped up.

Yuan Jiuyuan walked into the palace, clasped his hands neatly and said, "Why did the real king summon you?"

Ziyi Zhenjun stared at his face for a few seconds, as if looking for another person's shadow on his face, "It's nothing, how are you these days?"

"Very good." Yuan Jiuyuan said.

Ziyi Zhenjun sighed inexplicably, and squinted at him, "I found an ancient tomb in Yunchong Cave in Qingchao City. I wanted to send you out to practice, but Qingchao City is the domain of Lixiao Villa. Your status is inconvenient. I Let Xu Fu go."

Yuan Jiuyuan broke up with Lixiao Villa long ago, so naturally he would not go to Qingchao City, but he didn't understand why Ziyi Zhenjun talked about it.

"You are now in the early stage of Yuanying, so you should share the worries for the sect." Zhenjun Ziyi took a sip of tea, looked at Yuan Jiuyuan's cold face, and sighed again, "Tomorrow is the new disciple. Introductory trial, you go to be the first main challenge."

Yuan Jiuyuan was slightly startled, and then said, "Thank you, Zhenjun."

The entry test of Xuanyue Sect is divided into two stages. The first stage is a basic test of spirituality. All comers will touch the spirit stone tablet. If the aptitude is acceptable, they can step on the 120-ninth-step white jade ladder and go to Xuanwu. Turtle Shell Square joins the second segment.

There are ten arenas set up in the square, and the disciples carefully selected by the sect will be the main challengers. Before the guest challengers enter the arena, they will get a talisman. End it immediately so you don't get injured and die from it.

The first main competition is the first competition arena. Among the ten selected disciples, the one with the highest cultivation level and the strongest strength is the one who can stand out the most every year.

In the past, this position was the disciple who was most favored by the peak master in the sect, and he intended to let the disciple stand out in front of everyone.

Being able to be the first champion not only has outstanding strength, but also shows that this person is deeply favored in the sect. Zhenjun Ziyi handed over the commander seal to Yuan Jiuyuan this year, and he told the people in the world clearly——

"This demon clansman who everyone can get and punish is now surrounded by stars in the Xuanyue Sect. Whoever wants to use his status to humiliate Yuan Jiuyuan in the future has to weigh whether he can offend the No. [-] sect in the world."

Yuan Jiuyuan now wants to know more about the relationship between Wen Gu and Ziyi Zhenjun.

Ziyi Zhenjun looked at him intently, and asked solemnly: "Have you recovered in the past few days?"

Yuan Jiuyuan frowned, "The disciple has never been sick, so how can he say he was cured?"

Ziyi Zhenjun paused, and asked in a more euphemistic way, "Do you know my name?"

"I don't know." Yuan Jiuyuan answered truthfully.

Ziyi Zhenjun showed disappointment, and waved his hand lazily, "Go back and prepare for tomorrow's affairs!"

Since Yuan Jiuyuan was no longer "morbid", half of the fun in his life had disappeared. Ziyi Zhenjun missed that bullying Yuan Jiuyuan so much.

Three days later.

A long sword flew across the green mountains and green waters, and came to the foot of Shuijing Peak. Xu Fu jumped off the flying sword first, stepped on the bluestone steps of the mountain, turned his head and said loudly: "From now on, going up is the first trial. , Xu returned to the teacher's gate to report, please do your own thing."

Wen Gu raised his head, and the vast Shuijing Peak stood majestically. He was about to see Yuan Jiuyuan, Master and Senior Sister.

Feng Ao clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you, Immortal, please take care of me all the way, Feng is very grateful."

Xu Fu glanced at Wen Gu who was staring at the Qianhe Peak in a daze. The situation at that time was very complicated. In Yunchong Cave, he was about to return to the teacher's gate. Wen Gu stopped him softly. He turned his head indifferently and heard Wen Gu say—— —

"Can you take us back to Shuijing Peak?"

Wen Gu looked at him eagerly. Under the light as bright as day, his dark pupils revealed an amber-like luster, his curvaceous lips were pursed into a light pink line, his hands were clasped tightly together, and his straight fingers were straightened. The tip trembled slightly.

Xu Fu looked away, ignoring his pitiful appearance, "Xu is on business, please help yourself."

"Please, I won't trouble you..."

Wen Gu's voice is soft and moving, with a strong nasal sound at the end.

Xu Fu looked at him, and wanted to ruthlessly refuse, but when he met Wen Gu's soft and round eyes, he couldn't help but startled for a moment, and couldn't help but said: "Okay."

It took Xu Fu three days to think about these short seconds, and he finally figured out why he agreed to Wen Gu by mistake.

Because the way Wen Gu looked at him at that time was too much like Junior Brother Xiao Jiu, and he didn't want to see these eyes disappointed and sad.

Thinking of this, Xu Fu didn't dare to look at Wen Gu anymore, stepped on the hovering flying sword, breathed out the sword control formula and flew up the peak.

Feng Ao looked enviously at the back of Xu Fu's sleeves like clouds, "I found a divination master before I went out, and pointed out that I can meet noble people this time when I travel east, the calculation is too accurate!"

However, was Xu Fu in the east when he appeared?Feng Ao didn't notice this.

The first stage of trials is listed at the entrance of Shuijing Peak. A waterfall on the cliff slopes like a Milky Way, stirring up waves in the deep pool. There is a carved archway on the pool.

This day is already the last day of the entrance trial, and the people on the pool are all dressed in wide-sleeved robes, and they look like immortals.

There is a jagged strange stone under the archway. The whole body of the stone is light blue crystal, and a crystal clear liquid flows slowly inside it, just like the starry sky at night.

This is the trial stone that can detect root talents. Purple is the lowest, red is the highest, followed by red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple. The minimum requirement is blue talent. Go to the arena for the second stage of the competition.

At this time, a majestic figure stood in front of the trial stone. Yuan Jinmu was surrounded by servants. He stepped forward calmly and touched the trial stone.

"Young master! It's yellow!"

The surrounding crowd let out a low exclamation.

"The aptitude of the young master of the Yuan family is really great. I have been here for three days and he is the first monk to measure the high aptitude. It really makes us sigh!"

"Didn't he win the laurel crown of this entry test? If the test shows excellent aptitude, but the peak masters rush to accept apprentices, I don't know which peak master will be lucky enough to become Yuan Jinmu's master."

"I remember that the last young master of the Yuan family had a red aptitude, so what about now? The current young master's yellow aptitude is stable. Who knows if Yuan Jiuyuan cheated on the trial stone?"

Yuan Jinmu listened to his ears, and smiled slightly at everyone, "The aptitude of yellow is not worth mentioning. There are still a few who have not been tested. Maybe Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon among them?"

"That bitch!"

Feng Ao cursed in a low voice, pulled Wen Gu's sleeves, and muttered: "I have blue aptitude, that's why I have always been an outer disciple. He just wanted to make me look ugly in front of everyone."

Wen Gu nodded, and comforted Feng Ao intimately, "Don't worry, he won't be jumping around for long."

Feng Ao was surprised: "How do you know?"

Of course Wen Gu knows, because Yuan Jinmu has already lived three chapters, and the countdown to the exit of this level of cannon fodder has already begun.

Seeing his confident expression, Feng Ao temporarily believed what Wen Gu said, and walked through the crowd to the trial stone.

The poor blue aptitude caused everyone to sigh, the young master of the East China Sea Kingdom is well known, and every year he is present in the Xuanyue Sect's entrance trials. For seven years, if a child is born, he will already be called a father, but Feng Ao has never even entered the gate of Xuan Yuezong.

Who doesn't say sorry after hearing this?

Yuan Jinmu took pride in not taunting Feng Ao in front of everyone, looked at Wen Gu and said, "Young man Wen, do you dare to touch this trial stone?"

For some reason, Yuan Jinmu wanted to provoke Wen Gu very much when he saw Wen Gu. There was an aura about Wen Gu that made him lose his mind.

Wen Gu didn't want to talk to him, and came to the side of Feng Ao who was in mourning, and simply said a few words of comfort.

They are all practitioners here, and they can feel the meager aura of cultivation in Wen Gu's body. They have a solid foundation, but they can't even be considered a foundation. Such people dare to come to participate in the entry trial of the world's largest sect?

Isn't it ridiculous?

Wen Gu understands that he may not be the material for cultivating immortals. He used to rely on Yuan Jiuyuan's "Nirvana Body" to make rapid progress in his cultivation, but now it is his own body, without Long Aotian's halo, he is just an ordinary person.

A regular guy who can punch a gunman down.

He passed through the crowd, came to the trial stone, and stuck his palm on it without hesitation.

Waves appeared in the trial stone, and the light blue ripples twisted and twisted, gradually rising to the purple color, and the stone turned into a rich purple.

Yuan Jinmu couldn't help laughing, purple, the worst talent for comprehension, even worse than Feng Ao.

Feng Ao looked at Wen Gu sympathetically. Along the way, he could see that Wen Gu was obsessed with Xuanyue Sect and wanted to climb Shuijing Peak, but now his purple aptitude was tested, and he didn't even have the qualifications to be an outer disciple.

Just when he was about to pat Wen Gu on the shoulder and say a few words of comfort, the color of the waves in the trial stone changed again——

This time it was dark blue.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, the blue rippled into a higher level of cyan.

An even more unbelievable scene soon appeared. The trial stone was like a revolving lantern, with seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple rolling back and forth. From Wen Gu's point of view, it looked like a laser light in a night scene.

It’s over.

Wen Gu innocently raised his hands, indicating that he had done nothing, and that the trial stone was broken by himself.

Everyone stared at this bizarre scene dumbfounded.

Yuan Jinmu's mocking smile froze at the corner of his mouth, what's going on?Where did this Wen Gu come from?

The disciple of the sect standing beside the trial stone also saw this situation for the first time. He looked at Wen Gu in embarrassment. After a long time, he took out two white flower buds from his sleeve and handed them to Wen Gu and Feng Ao.

"I will report this matter to Zhenjun, take your lottery numbers, and go up the mountain to compete in the arena."

Wen Gu breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, he was not asked to pay for the stone.

……

On the spacious Xuanwu Square, there are ten majestic arenas with a height of three feet, with curtains with silver crescent moons hanging on both sides, which has the majestic aura of a large sect.

The crowds in the first arena were like a cloud, all of them came here admiringly. Yuan Jiuyuan, a rising star, had been fighting in the arena for three days, and no monk could survive three strokes under his epee.

Xuan Yuezong's swordsmanship is as graceful as a swimming dragon, elegant and free and easy, but the same swordsmanship in Yuan Jiuyuan's hands has a frosty killing intent, every move does not follow the rules in the sword manual, and he does whatever he wants.

The dignified swordsmanship of the famous school was followed by his wanton and romantic evil spirit.

A disciple in Tsing Yi, holding a booklet in his hand, read aloud: "Ring No. [-], Qing Dynasty Chengyuan invites you tonight!"

Yuan Jinmu was dressed in white Shengxue, and stepped onto the ring along the side steps with a solemn expression. He didn't look at Yuan Jiuyuan, and cupped his hands at the audience, "The young master Yuan Jinmu of Xia Lixiao Villa came to Xuanyuezong today. apprentice."

On the other side of the arena, Yuan Jiuyuan was carrying an epee, and he didn't lift his eyelids when he heard the word "Lixiao Villa", as if it had nothing to do with him.

Zongmen's black brocade robe is particularly eye-catching on him. The silver belt outlines a thin and narrow waist. His slender and straight legs are tucked into white-soled black boots. The narrow sleeves are tightened to look unrestrained and unrestrained. Sassy breath.

It was obviously the same clothes, but with his handsome face, it was easy to make people's hearts flutter.

That's why there were a lot of female monks under the No. [-] ring, looking at the stage with red faces, even though they knew that Yuan Jiuyuan was not a good match, they couldn't bear the spring heart.

Yuan Jinmu knew that he couldn't beat Yuan Jiuyuan for the time being, so he only wanted to survive three moves under his sword, so he called out the heavy sword behind his back and confronted Yuan Jiuyuan far away.

It stands to reason that both parties need to report their families before the competition to show respect for the opponent, but Yuan Jinmu has already reported, but not to Yuan Jiuyuan. Then he said loudly: "Both, please!"

Yuan Jinmu's eyes sharpened, and he rushed towards Yuan Jiuyuan with a sound of rubbing the soles of his shoes against the ground. A prosperous and exquisite epee in his hand blew a fierce sword wind, and rushed straight towards Yuan Jiuyuan!

Yuan Jiuyuan raised his hand, and the scabbard on his back opened an inch, and the blade was as black as black iron.

He didn't even draw out his sword, and didn't pay attention to Yuan Jinmu at all. Yuan Jinmu became angry from embarrassment.

The whistling sound of the sword screamed again and again, Yuan Jinmu only felt severe pain like being cut off from his body, he was terrified and fearful, he had to back away to avoid the sword intent, his back was drenched in cold sweat.

A cultivator and a sword are inseparable. The sword is the way, and the way is the sword. The highest state of the way of the sword is to be able to control the sword at will.

Yuan Jiuyuan raised his eyes slightly, and the epee was unsheathed an inch again. He couldn't see Wen Gu, and his mood was depressed for several days, and he blamed Yuan Jinmu for touching the mold.

The sword intent suddenly surged, stirring the air to form small air currents, sweeping Yuan Jinmu's body like a sharp blade.

The screams were endless, bloody flesh fell off in pieces, Yuan Jinmu's white robe was torn, he clutched his chest to protect his heart, took a few steps back and fell off the ring.

boom--

Tick-tock blood trickled down Yuan Jinmu's body, there was not a single piece of good flesh in his body, and he was cut alive.

Yuan Jiuyuan lowered his eyes and put his epee into its sheath.

The crowd fell silent.

It turned out that the three-year-old Jiuyuan had always been merciful, and had never really been motivated to kill.

The disciple in Tsing Yi's face turned pale, and his hands trembling while holding the roster, "The next one is... who didn't write his name?"

A thin and white arm stretched out from the silent crowd, and the big sleeve fell to the crook of the arm as he raised his hand, revealing a wrist with clear joints.

Everyone turned their heads in unison, and saw a man with handsome eyebrows, his half-length black hair was messily wrapped around the top of his head with a headband, and a few strands of curly hair stuck on his fair and smooth face. Climbing up, her cheeks were rosy, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, which seemed to cast a soft light on the whole face, which was inexplicably touching.

Wen Gu stared straight at Yuan Jiuyuan who was indifferent and downcast on the stage, quickly passed through the crowd, and strode onto the ring.

Yuan Jiuyuan said calmly, "Qianhe Peak, Yuan Jiuyuan."

After speaking, he raised his eyes, frowned suddenly, glanced at the shocked audience, and looked at Wen Gu coldly again, what a powerful illusion.

Until he heard a thoughtful voice say——

"...Yuning City, Wen Gu."

Yuan Jiuyuan stared at him in a daze for a few seconds, then suddenly floated down in front of Wen Gu, nodded and looked at this familiar face carefully, his melodious voice was tight and dry, "Wen Gu?"

Wen Gu's eyes were red, and he nodded vigorously, wanting to fulfill his promise and give Yuan Jiuyuan a hug, but there were too many people present.

The next second, Yuan Jiuyuan gave him a hug, caught him off guard and deeply wrapped him in his arms, his arms were so hard that Wen Gu could hardly breathe.

Yuan Jiuyuan's strength slowly receded, Wen Gu in his arms was half a head shorter than him, his whole body was warm and soft, it seemed that even his bones were soft, and he could break the fragile and delicate him with just a little force.

Moreover, Wen Gu smelled very good.

It was the first time that Wen Gu had such a close relationship with the same sex, his cheek was forced to be buried in Yuan Jiuyuan's collar, his dark eyes were full of water, half shy, half joyful.

"I admit defeat." Yuan Jiuyuan said hoarsely.

Wen Gu was slightly taken aback, and realized that he was speaking to everyone in the audience.

Compared to Yuan Jiuyuan's killing Yuan Jinmu, something even more surprising is happening. The disciple in Tsing Yi opened his mouth half-open, and said dumbly: "The master can't admit defeat."

Yuan Jiuyuan lowered his head, Wen Gu's clean and handsome face was close at hand, he could clearly see himself under his eyes, he could feel his warm body temperature, and he could hear his nervously paused breathing because of his embarrassment.

It's unreal.

Yuan Jiuyuan painted his face with blunt eyes, and his soft voice was like snowflakes falling, "Give me a palm."

Wen Gu didn't dare to look him in the eyes, he was very obedient, and patted Yuan Jiuyuan on the shoulder indiscriminately.

Yuan Jiuyuan's chest shook violently, a trace of dark red blood ran down the corner of his mouth, he wiped it away with his fingertips, and looked at the Tsing Yi disciples in the audience, "I was seriously injured, so I surrendered."

Everyone: "..."

Yuan Jinmu, who had just been helped up and carried to the couch: "..."

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