Yin and Yang Taoist Code

There are many houses at the foot of Shenjian Peak, and disciples can be seen everywhere practicing martial arts or exchanging training experiences, which is completely different from the calm feeling on the mountain.

This is where the ordinary disciples of Divine Sword Peak live.

Although the spiritual energy here is not as rich as that on the mountain, and there is no strange spiritual mist like the mountain that can make people understand, the environment here is beautiful and not as harsh as the mountain. There are all kinds of strong winds that make it impossible for ordinary people to stay for a long time. Even if the spiritual energy at the foot of the mountain is not as good as the mountain, it is far stronger than other places. Naturally, this place is regarded as a place for ordinary disciples to practice and live.

In fact, this is not only the case with Divine Sword Peak, but also with other peaks.

Rows of houses are arranged in a circle around Shenjian Peak, and there is a martial arts performance field not far away from them. There are more or less Shenjian Peak disciples practicing and practicing tricks here, and it is bustling. .

Among these martial arts arenas, one is the largest, even nearly ten times larger than the others. It is located on the main road leading to the Shenjian Peak Mountain. In this martial arts arena, there stood a giant sword dozens of feet high, with the three characters "Divine Sword Peak" engraved on it, exuding a strong sword energy that made people forget it and feel a dull pain in their eyes. Next to the square, there is a stone tablet with the name of the square engraved on it - Wenjian Terrace.

This Sword Questioning Platform is the main venue of Shenjian Peak. Any major events of Shenjian Peak or the annual exchange competition will be held here. At the same time, this is also the gateway to Shenjian Peak, where the mountain gate is located. Anyone who comes to Shenjian Peak must enter here if they want to climb the mountain, otherwise they will be treated as enemies.

It was noon at this time, which was the busiest time on the sword training platform. In the square, there are many disciples scattered here and there. Some of them are practicing swordsmanship, some are competing in martial arts, some are arguing together, discussing their practice experience, and some may have some insights and silently He sat on the side with his eyes closed and meditated, comprehending something.

These disciples are very serious and focused. As monks, they all understand that practicing is like sailing a boat and retreating if you don't make progress. And this is even more true for swordsmanship. If you don't practice for one day, you will be divided into raw and familiar; if you don't practice for ten days, you will gradually become superior and inferior; if you don't practice for hundreds of days and thousands of days, you will be completely different and will be eliminated by other people who practice hard. .

Only when they take a short break after practicing, they will take out some food and wine, share it with a few people, talk, laugh and relax. While talking and laughing, many disciples would longingly look at the foggy rocky road behind the giant sword. There is the only road leading to the Divine Sword Peak. Only after their cultivation reaches a certain level, can they have the opportunity to be recognized by the elders of the Divine Sword Peak and set foot on this rocky road to continue their cultivation on the Divine Sword Peak. This road is called the Road to Heaven by them.

On weekdays, many disciples would rather leave the near for the far and come to this sword-asking platform to practice, just because of the existence of this road. Here, if they are lucky, they are likely to meet senior elders who rarely come down the mountain once in daily life. These people have been practicing on the mountain. If they want to go down the mountain, they can only pass by. And if you have better luck, are in a good mood when you meet these masters, and just give them a few words, it will be of great benefit to them. And if you are lucky enough to be noticed by these senior masters, or even the elders of Divine Sword Peak, and accept him as a disciple, then for them, it will be like reaching the sky in one step.

This is another reason why this rocky road is called Tongtian Road.

As for who could be chosen as a disciple by Ye Zhichen, the master of the Divine Sword Peak and the ruthless swordsman, these disciples didn't even dare to think about it, and they didn't even have to think about it. Everyone knows that the ruthless swordsman Ye Zhichen is cold and solitary by nature. Not to mention that he never accepts disciples, and he even has few servants to clean the thatched cottage. If you want to be accepted as his disciple, you have to wait until the sun rises in the west.

It's just that a rumor has been widely circulated recently, saying that Ye Zhichen really took in a disciple. He was not very young and had been living in his thatched cottage for several days. But the disciples who knew Ye Zhichen very well shook their heads and chuckled at this rumor, not believing it.

Ye Zhichen accepts a disciple? Who believes it?

"I believe it! It is said that this news came from a handyman who cleaned Lord Ye Feng's hut. He said that he went up to the mountain three times in half a year, and every time he cleaned Lord Ye Feng's house, he saw a little boy practicing in the yard. Sword, and once he saw Master Ye instructing the little boy to practice swords! Although the person who broke the news was a handyman, he was also a master in the God Refining Stage. According to his observation, the little boy was not yet in the pill formation stage! Wang Yuan admits that although he is not an extreme genius, he has good qualifications. He can reach the Danjing stage before he is thirty years old. He is now in the late stage of divine refining and is only one step away from the Yuanying stage. , I can even rank in the top five among my peers at the Nascent Soul stage of Divine Sword Peak! I don’t believe that with my qualifications, I can’t compare to a kid who can’t even reach the Dan stage. Even if there is only a chance, I will! Fight for it!”

In the place closest to the giant sword, several monks were sitting cross-legged, with some wine and food in front of them, obviously taking a short rest. The one who spoke was one of the young men in white clothes, with a three-foot green sword slung behind his back. After speaking, he picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip, his eyes showing infinite desire and heat.

The people next to him all looked helpless when they heard this. They are all friends. They have been practicing together with the young man in white named Wang Yuan at Shenjian Peak for many years and know him very well. They knew that Wang Yuan was a sword fanatic, and they also knew that the person he admired most was the Sword Saint Ye Zhichen, and they dreamed of becoming Ye Zhichen's disciple. Rumors spread around a while ago that Ye Zhichen had accepted a disciple. Wang Yuan's heart immediately became hot. Even if others regarded it as a joke, he believed it unswervingly and came to Wenjian Tai to practice every day from then on. , waiting for that misty opportunity.

"Senior Brother Wang, you are about to enter the Nascent Soul stage. When you enter the Nascent Soul stage, if you can get the favor of an elder on the peak and recognize you, you can naturally go up the mountain to practice and escape from the ordinary among us. . If you want me to say that this rumor is just a rumor, it was compiled by some idle person. Why are you so persistent?" A round-faced girl next to her looked at her helplessly and persuaded her gently. , and several other people even echoed.

Wang Yuan looked at everyone, shook his head slightly, and was about to refute, but saw the fog covering the Tongtian Road behind the giant sword suddenly trembling and rolling, as if something was coming out of it.

"There's some movement, people are coming down the mountain!" Several people shouted, and immediately stood up, standing respectfully on the spot, looking eagerly at the rolling mist. At the same time, the disciples who noticed this strange situation in the square couldn't help but stop their hands and slowly gathered around.

They knew that when the fog rolled in, someone must be coming down the mountain, and their opportunity might have come.

Not long after, the fog suddenly dispersed after a violent stir, and a figure emerged from it.

Everyone looked intently and saw that the man was only a teenager, with disheveled hair, ragged clothes, and wounds all over his body. Although they were not deep, they made him look extremely miserable.

Looking at this young "senior" who was not tall and slightly fat, the disciples thought silently for a long time. They did not compare this "senior" with the masters they knew in their memories. They looked at his young Even the childish round face couldn't help but show a doubtful look.

Could it be that he is a new master that he doesn’t know about? Or is he a disciple of a senior on the mountain?

Amid everyone's suspicions, they saw this fat little "senior" step out of the fog, stand still, take a deep breath, and let out a loud shout.

"Master, I'm finally out!!!!"

The shouts of full energy made the disciples even more confused.

Could it be that he is a senior master practicing in seclusion? No wonder he is so good at keeping his face like a child. His cultivation is really unfathomable and unimaginable.

Wang Yuan and the others who were closest to him had dumbfounded expressions on their faces. They were close, and under the sense of breath, this little fat man was not an old man with good looks. He was clearly a young monk in the alchemy stage, but he was not very old.

After the little fat man finished shouting, he ignored everyone who was looking at him. Instead, he turned around suddenly, put one hand on his hips, pointed at the mountain with the other, and cursed loudly.

"Ye Zhichen, you have a face that can kill a thousand people! You have trapped me for more than half a year, and you have not given me any meat to eat. You even broke the restriction to embarrass me! Bah! Bah, bah, bah, bah! I'm still here!!! Didn’t you break out? Hahahaha, you’re such a cold-faced uncle!”

"And this broken mountain, why are you so tall?! Don't you know that the wind will be strong when you are so tall?! You actually teamed up with a man named Ye to bully me, and you also want to make it impossible for me to get down. Shan! Why don't you let me come out? How dare you use Gang Feng to attack me? You are a Taoist who can teach me this? The stuff is from the street, you can break it if you want!”

"And your mist, who was so full that he had nothing to do? Did you know that I hate mist the most?! All the black mist, white mist, dead mist and mist are all at odds with me! You did it I'm really disgusted by the mist blocking the road, right? There's some kind of sword energy inside, and you want to sneak attack on me, bah! Even the sword energy restriction created by the dead man named Ye can't stop me, just you. You still want to block me with this broken sword!"

As if scolding was not enough, the little fat man spat for a long time, wiped the saliva on his cheeks, took out a long sword wrapped in animal skin with a wave of his hand, pulled it out with a "choking" sound, and swung the sword suddenly Slashing forward, sword energy mixed with several colors flew out and shot into the mist.

After finishing the chop, he seemed to feel that it was not enough. He put away his sword, took a Dao Jue in his hand, and shouted: "The world is infinite, the universe is borrowed!"

Following his voice, a ball of flame appeared on the fingertips holding Dao Jue, and with a wave of his hand, it shot into the mist like sword energy.

The mist, which was attacked several times in succession, showed no reaction. However, after the mist rolled slightly, it returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

The little fat man didn't care about this. What he wants is to vent his anger, as long as he can vent his anger. At this time, his anger had subsided and he turned around, feeling refreshed and ready to welcome the bright sunshine. However, he suddenly found that the huge square behind him was filled with people looking at him in a daze or dumbfounded. Or a monk with a weird look on his face.

"Huh?" The little fat man was slightly surprised, his face changed instantly, and he turned into a shy expression effortlessly. He lowered his head slightly, raised his eyes slightly to peek at everyone, and said shyly: "Hello, brothers and sisters! Don’t look at me like that, I’ll be shy~!”

All the petrified disciples couldn't help but rolled their eyes, and cursed in their hearts: "What about the liar? Are you shy? How can you, a shrew-like little bastard, be shy?"

At the same time, they were secretly frightened.

Thinking about it, the person the little fat man scolded just now seems, seems, maybe, probably, seems to be Ye Zhichen?

The master of Divine Sword Peak, the ruthless swordsman Ye Zhichen? !