Xianzun becomes a showman as soon as he loses his memory

Taixu Gate is located in the southeast of the Cultivation Realm, covering a wide area with countless mountain ranges, with overlapping peaks and steep mountains. It is known as "the 72 peaks are heavy, and the head is soaring above the clouds".

There are six elders in the gate occupying six important mountain ranges, and they all named the peaks after their respective names, namely Nanhua Peak, Zixia Peak, Zhuji Peak, Medicine Valley Peak, Jingle Peak, and Worry-Free Peak.

Only the head of the sect lives in the main peak of the Taixu sect. He has always been named Lingyun and has not changed his own name.

Inside the gate, the disciples received by the elders and headmen of each peak are personal disciples. There are about a hundred of them, all of whom are placed under their knees to teach; 3000 ordinary disciples live in various small hills, and they go to the lecture hall on time to listen to everyone. The teaching of the elders.

In addition, there are tens of thousands of outer disciples who live at the foot of the mountain and have no chance to teach the elders. They can only stagger along the way of cultivation through the guidance of the deacons inside the sect and the books on practice.

There are also a few fairy servants in the door, all of them are mortals who have no chance to practice, but still refuse to give up. They only know some superficial breathing techniques, and they are not regarded as monks, but they are always interested in stepping into the road of practice. A little extravagance.

The sect grand competition held once every ten years is coming, no matter if they are inner sects, outer sects or direct disciples, they are all cheered up and stepping up their cultivation by coincidence.

In previous Zongmen Grand Competitions, there were only 500 participants, 100 direct disciples, [-] inner disciples, and [-] outer disciples.

Therefore, before the Grand Competition, the inner and outer sects usually have to go through a cruel selection first.

The outer sect disciples want to fight hard and strive to enter the top [-] in the outer sect selection test, so they are eligible to compete with the inner sect disciples on the same stage, and if they are not sure, they will get the quota to enter the inner sect.

The inner sect disciples also want to work hard, and strive to enter the top [-] in the inner sect selection test, and then they will have the opportunity to compete with the direct disciples. As long as they perform well, they may be accepted as direct disciples by some elders.

The number of direct disciples is rare, and there are almost no candidates to be eliminated. Except for a few people, they are all eligible to participate in the Zongmen Grand Competition.

But their internal competition is still very fierce. Everyone wants to get a good ranking in the big competition. The more outstanding the performance, the more favored they will be by their masters, and the more they can get the tilt of cultivation resources.

Not to mention, the top [-] of this big competition are still eligible to go to Cangbei Mountain with the leader, and have the opportunity to explore the little magic mirror.

For a moment, the entire Taixu Sect was shrouded in a faint sense of anxiety.

"Why are people inside the door restless?"

Qiu Chenzhi was dressed in white, with a sword hanging from his waist, standing on the top of Qingyun Mountain, looking at Mo Han in front of him and asked.

It has been a while since he temporarily lived in Mo Han's cave. During this time, he was alone with Mo Han. Although he had to drag him to discuss swordsmanship from time to time, the victory was in being clean and undisturbed, which finally relieved his tense nerves. tone.

Although Mo Han is a direct disciple of the sect master, Suxi is pure and clean. He did not live in Lingyun Peak like other senior brothers, but moved out to live alone.

The head of the sect cherished himself as a big disciple, and directly allocated him a whole mountain to live in.

This mountain is called Qingyun Mountain. Although it is not as important as the important mountain range where the elders live, it is not small in size, with misty clouds, gurgling water, verdant cypresses and green pines, wind blowing in the forest, and the mountain scenery is infinitely good.

Coupled with the fact that Mo Han is a quiet roommate, Qiu Chenzhi lived happily anyway.

Usually, when Mo Han discussed swordsmanship with him, he used the philosophical issues he had learned in his previous life, and tried to use the most concise language to fool him into the three levels of "seeing a mountain as a mountain, seeing a mountain as a mountain, and seeing a mountain as a mountain". Come.

If Mo Han wanted to fight with him manually, he could only pull out the fairy long sword hanging from his waist all the time, and try to use his horizontal and vertical swordsmanship to beat Mo Han's saber again within three strokes. A gap was cut, forcing this sword addict to give up.

But in just a few days, Mo Han's saber "Floating Cloud" was already scarred by him, and his whole body was covered with postmodernist patterns.

He felt a little heartbroken for Fuyun.

But Mo Han not only doesn't feel distressed, but every time he has an expression of deep understanding. Not only is his swordsmanship getting better and better, but his attitude towards Qiu Chenzhi is also becoming more and more trusting and close.

It's just that he spends more and more time practicing sword beside Qiu Chenzhi every day, so long that whenever Qiu Chenzhi sees his figure, he can already outline countless sets of sword techniques in his mind.

Qiu Chenzhi also felt that he was becoming more and more immortal.

It's just that the good times didn't last long. Ever since the head of the sect promised the qualification to be among the top [-] in the competition, even Mo Han, who only had eyes for swords, was shocked and began to practice day and night.

Previously, the whole Taixu Sect was still immersed in the joy of gossip and gossip, but now all the disciples suddenly changed their appearances, and began to compete with each other, an invisible fight has begun.

But in a blink of an eye, the Zongmen Dabi was about to kick off, and seeing that Mo Han was about to leave, Qiu Chenzhi asked this question.

Mo Han, who was living on the cloud, looked back at him, hurriedly lowered his figure, and walked forward: "Chenzhi can feel...my heart is not calm?"

Qiu Chenzhi shook his head slightly: "It's not you, but the other disciples."

Mo Han sighed, and said, "Does Chen Zhi know about the Little Illusory Mirror of Cangbei Mountain?"

Qiu Chenzhi couldn't help being shocked.

Come on, come on, there is a plot in every comprehension novel, first the Zongmen Dabi is for the protagonist to steal the limelight, and then there will inevitably be a small world for the protagonist to pick up magic weapons, grab elixir, and flirt with girls.

Now that I can see this kind of plot in the cultivation world with my own eyes, I have to be moved!

On the other side, Mo Han continued to say: "I am not interested in the treasures and elixir in the small illusion mirror, and the inheritance of ancient times is not what I want, as long as I have a sword in my hand."

"But since Dechenzhi accompanied me, I just realized that the way of the sword is not as shallow as I imagined. I have been in the Taixu Sect for too long, and I need to go elsewhere to sharpen my sword intent again."

After finishing speaking, he frowned, looked at Qiu Chenzhi with cold eyes, and asked, "Chenzhi will come with me this time in the sect competition?"

The young man in white in front of him looked indifferent: "I am not your disciple, so I cannot participate."

Mo Han: "It's not about competing, just watching the game."

That's good!

As soon as he heard that he didn't need to go to the stage to fight, Qiu Chenzhi immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Volunteer to go with him."

Hearing the young man's clear voice, a hint of warmth finally flashed in Mo Han's eyes. As if he was used to it, he stretched out his hand to wrap around the young man's slender wrist, and his fingertips inadvertently touched the skin exposed from the sleeve, as if he was caressing carefully. Holding a peerless famous sword.

He said: "I have a sword in my heart, and I have no fear in my heart."

You are the unparalleled sword in my heart.

Qiu Chenzhi was used to being pulled by his wrist, so he didn't notice the little movement on his fingertips, but said in a deep voice: "Let's go!"

……

Can he say he regrets it?

Looking at the vast expanse of whiteness in front of his eyes, Qiu Chenzhi couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

They were all disciples in white clothes, one by one waiting outside the competition arena, the Taixu Sect never forbids disciples to watch the battle, so besides the disciples who got the quota for the competition, there were still many disciples who came to watch the battle at this time, crowded After entering the Taixumen school grounds.

The outer disciples were dressed in plain white, with no variegated colors all over their bodies, while the inner disciples had only a few light gray cloud patterns on their cuffs, and their whole bodies were still glowing white.

The two groups were huddled together in full swing, and only at this time could they not be able to tell the difference between the inner door and the outer door.

It's just that Qiu Chenzhi, who originally planned to watch the battle together, was standing on a sycamore tree beside the school field, trying to cover his eyes with the tall and luxuriant sycamore branches and leaves, and stopped looking at the white flower.

I can see that he is about to suffer from snow blindness!

Just now he and Mo Han came together, but as soon as he landed, he was startled by the white flowers all over the ground.

Although he was also wearing a white Taoist robe, he just had no choice but to wear it. Mo Han only had white clothes.

In fact, he loves black the most in his heart. Although he doesn't dislike white, once everyone puts on white robes and crowds in front of him, he will always panic for no reason.

Too blank.

According to Mo Han's introduction, the Taixu Sect was just a little-known sect thousands of years ago. By chance, a great opportunity came.

At that time, the head of the sect suddenly realized as if he had cleared the clouds and saw the fog. Since then, he has been reborn, and his cultivation level has become higher and higher, and finally developed the small sect into the number one sect in the cultivation world.

The Immortal Venerable claimed to be Taixu Zhenren when he came down to earth, so the head of the sect changed the name of the sect to Taixu Sect, and imitated the school uniforms of the disciples in the sect to imitate the style of the immortals. Both the inner and outer sects were mainly pure white, and Nianxian The kindness of respect, and express the meaning of striving to ascend to the fairyland.

Things developed later, and the stone materials used for Taixumen's mountain gate, school grounds, and main hall were also mainly white, and the entire mountain top was covered with white flowers from a distance.

Qiu Chenzhi's eyes hurt when he saw it, and he was about to ask Mo Han to take him back again, but before he could speak, a message was sent from the head of the sect, Tian Qingzi, ordering Mo Han to go there quickly.

Mo Han had no choice but to look at him apologetically, and told him not to go astray, and galloped away in an instant, and he couldn't even see the corner of his clothes.

The flightless Qiu Chenzhi stood there for a while, and finally found a dense sycamore tree to hide in, tapped his toes on the branches, and stood melancholy with his sword behind his back.

Just being a Taixu sect is enough for him. If the fairyland is really as pure and flawless as people say, even if he is treated as an immortal, he won't be able to stay in the fairyland!

All of a sudden, I lost the motivation to become a monk and practice ascension...

Bored, he didn't even want to see the white clothes on his body, so he could only shift his gaze to the long sword hanging from his waist.

That was the only accessory on his whole body that was not white.

For some reason, this long sword, which was called a fairy weapon, was not taken away by the head of the sect, Tian Qingzi, and remained by his side.

The shiny sword body was hidden in the long and narrow scabbard. His fingers gently caressed the shiny black scabbard, and stroked it up inch by inch until it reached the hilt before stopping.

His thumb ran repeatedly over the notch on the hilt.

Qiu Chenzhi, who has stroked it countless times, knows that there is a word engraved here.

deep.

He looked down at his chest, as if he wanted to see the light-colored scar on his heart through the layers of robes.

Others thought he was a sword spirit, but he knew in his heart that the sword was actually pulled from his heart.

This sword is definitely not my own.

Who is its owner...

"Fellow Daoist! Fellow Daoist—so it was really you, I thought I was wrong just now."

A cheerful yell interrupted Qiu Chenzhi's thoughts, and the youth's clear voice came from under his feet, and he couldn't help but look down.

A young man who looked to be sixteen or seventeen was standing under the tree, looking up at him obediently. He was also wearing a white dress that made Qiu Chenzhi's eyes hurt. Only two thin red lines were printed on the cuffs and waist. , dressed like a personal disciple.

oh!The little golden retriever I saw before——

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Qiu Chenzhi: "If the fairyland is really as vain as people say, if I were a fairy, I would definitely not be the first one to stay!"

People in the fairy world: "Wait..."

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Stupid author: "Interview with Mr. Gong, you finally made an appearance in this chapter, are you happy?"

A certain Mr. Gong who has not shown up so far: "..."

Really only one word appeared on the stage, bastard (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻!!!