Moonlight and wind

Entering the city from the north gate of Hailan City, Yun Yi led the group to the northeast of Hailan City, where the Yunyin Sword Sect was! Although it was completely different from the momentum of the Xueying Hall built on the mountain, the Yunyin Sword Sect looked more beautiful, but it still had a magnificent momentum.

The entire Yunyin Sword Sect's architecture is like a landscape painting, graceful and poetic. The pink walls and black tiles, with upturned eaves, are light and elegant; the terrain is high in the north and low in the east, and the buildings are lined up in sequence, extending all the way to the East China Sea. On one side, facing the sea, there is also a pier of the sect itself.

Some distance away from the sect's main gate, Yun Yi asked everyone to get off their cars and horses, and was told that riding was not allowed on this section of the road.

"Oh, is this the result of mutual learning between sects?" Shan Zimo chuckled. They walked along the path for a while before arriving at the gate. The gate was not big and did not look like the main gate of the sect. There were disciples in light blue robes guarding the gate.

"Young Master Shan, this is the north gate of our sect. Since you came here from the north gate, considering the fatigue from the long journey, you will go through the nearest gate. I hope Young Master Shan doesn't mind?" Yun Yi said lightly, as if he didn't care about the opinions of Shan Zimo and the others, as if he was just conveying a message.

"No! It doesn't matter which door you enter from!" Shan Zimo put his hands behind his back and stepped through the north gate of Yunyin Sword Sect. Inside was a long corridor with exquisite carvings on it and lake blue gauze hanging on both sides. The breeze blew through it, creating a unique artistic conception. There were pools of water on both sides of the corridor, and there were crisscrossing floating bridges in the middle for passage. Standing in the corridor were several disciples wearing light lake-colored robes, just like the disciples who came out to greet Shan Zimo.

Continuing to walk east, rows of disciple residences appeared, which were no different from those of Xueying Hall, with a simple style. Next to the disciple residences, there was a row of houses with slightly more ornate decorations, made of better quality wood, and with more complex door, window, and furniture decorations.

"Young Master Shan, this is where you will rest from now on!" Yun Yi pointed to the plaque under the eaves.

"Yuebin Hall!" Shan Zimo squinted his eyes, looked at the plaque, and gave an intriguing smile.

"Everyone else can rest here now, but I would like to trouble Young Master Shan to follow me to meet Sect Leader Yun." With just one sentence, Yun Yi rejected the plan of the other entourage to move on.

"Of course, I should go and pay a visit to Master Yun! But my personal attendant cannot leave your side." Shan Zimo put his arm around Shan Boyu's shoulders.

"Then please ask Senior Brother Shan to come with us." Yun Yi didn't seem to want to waste any more time. To him, this was all about completing the task assigned to him by the Sect Leader.

Shan Zimo brought Shan Boyu and followed behind Yun Yi. The three of them continued to walk eastward, passing through one majestic hall after another. The scale of that hall was even larger than Xueji Hall! Several times, Shan Zimo thought he had arrived at the main hall, but Yun Yi had no intention of stopping.

As he went deeper, Shan Zimo discovered an interesting phenomenon, "It turns out that the levels of your disciples are also divided by color!"

"Young Master, that's right!" Yun Yi didn't look back and continued walking forward.

"In our Xueying Hall, the lighter the color, the higher the level. What about you?" Shan Zimo did not intend to let go of this question, because he needed to find the turquoise swordsman that Miss Yunfang mentioned. First, he would determine his level, and then look for him among the disciples, and the problem would be solved!

"In our Yunyin Sword Sect, it's just the opposite. The darker the color, the higher the level!" Yun Yi didn't intend to tell Shan Zimo a single word.

"Your robe is peacock blue? According to the sect's classification of disciples, since you are the eldest disciple, you are at the martial arts master level." Shan Zimo crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at Yun Yi who was walking in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Young Master Shan is right! I am a disciple of Falan, wearing a peacock blue robe, and I am at the martial arts master level." Yun Yi still did not turn around.

"Then has your senior brother Falan sent anyone down the mountain to travel?" Shan Zimo stopped, smiled crookedly, and looked at Yun Yi.

Yun Yi suddenly stopped and turned around. "Now, none of our Yunyin Sword Sect's disciples are traveling down the mountain. I wonder why Young Master Shan suddenly asked such a question?"

"It's nothing. I saw a man playing with a sword in Wudu before. People said that he was using the martial arts of your Yunyin Sword School!" Shan Zimo walked around Yun Yi and came to the front.

Yun Yi was stunned, and quickly chased after him, "Nowadays, there are quite a few people in Wu Country who secretly learn the martial arts of our four major sects. I'm afraid they are idle people in the martial arts world!"

"That's right! I also bought the "Snowfall Sword Technique" in Meiyeyou City!" Shan Zimo said jokingly.

Finally, he reached the easternmost part, where he could feel the sea breeze blowing in his face and smell the unique atmosphere of the seaside. In front of him appeared the largest building he had seen so far. Shan Zimo looked up at the plaque hanging high above him - Yunqi Longxiang!

"Oh! It's quite impressive!" Shan Zimo looked up and around, "Bai Yu, look at the name of this main hall, how impressive!"

"Young Master, what do you mean?" Shan Boyu smiled awkwardly.

"Aren't you embarrassing me?" Shan Zimo pretended to be angry. "The rising clouds are like colorful clouds. Just imagine the extraordinary momentum!" Shan Boyu listened and nodded, putting his hands into his sleeves.

"Look at this dragon again," Shan Zimo folded his hands in front of his chest and smacked his lips, "The flying dragon is galloping with its head held high. How majestic and domineering it is!"

"Then what does our main hall, Xueji Hall, mean?" Shan Boyu looked eager to learn.

"The bright moon and the breeze finally fall!" Shan Zimo smiled proudly and waved his hands, "It can't compare to the extraordinary majesty of Yunqi Longxiong. It's too ordinary!"

"Young master is really knowledgeable. He knows all this!" Shan Boyu deliberately raised his voice a few degrees.

In front of the main hall of Yunqi Longxiong stood a row of disciples in blue-green robes, each holding a sword. "Based on the distance from the main hall, this level of disciples should be martial arts masters, right?" Shan Zimo tilted his head and looked at Yun Yi.

"Young Master, Disciple Lan Cui is indeed at the martial arts master level! Young Master Shan, please come in!" Yun Yi made a gesture of invitation and led Shan Zimo and the other two into the main hall.

The main hall is even more magnificent. In the middle of the hall stands a huge sword-shaped stone sculpture, with the tip of the sword pointing directly to the top of the hall. Not only is the stone sculpture huge, but what is more special is that various swords are placed on it, and each sword emits a faint light. Swords are also hung on the surrounding walls, including long swords, short swords, double swords, and soft swords. It is like a large sword exhibition!

The entire hall is made of thousand-year-old wood with clearly visible textures. The inner pillars are carved with rising dragons, which are very majestic. The internal layout is symmetrical along the central axis, with rosewood carved Ma褂 chairs on both sides. In the hall, there is a thousand-year-old mahogany carved armchair against a giant stone sword. At first glance, you can tell that it is the seat of the head of the Yunyin Sword Sect.

"Why is there no one in this hall?" Shan Zimo put his hands into his sleeves, "My nephew can't wait to meet Uncle Yun!"

"We meet again!" As he said this, a man walked out from behind the stone sculpture of a giant sword.