Junior Disciple C

"A hundred years ago..." Deacon Zheng's tone was a bit hesitant, he didn't know whether to tell the three people in front of him, although it was not a secret, but all the insiders tacitly refused to mention it. mention that person.

"Deacon Zheng, what happened a hundred years ago?" Fang Yang also asked.After being reminded by Hao Chen, he realized that the super sect was in the past tense.

Deacon Zheng glanced at Fang Yang, and Fang Yang was looking at him expectantly, which made it hard to refuse.

Well, even if he didn't say it, they could always find out about it from somewhere else.

Deacon Zheng thought of this, and suddenly walked to the door of Bingjia Pavilion, closed the door, and fastened the bolt.After ensuring that no outsiders would eavesdrop, he walked back to the three of them.

He stroked his goatee, his eyes were empty, and he began to recall: "The cause of everything goes back a little longer than a hundred years ago. About 150 years ago, the Lingxiao Sword Sect recruited a group of new disciples as usual. .”

"It's just that this group of new disciples is destined to be extraordinary. Among them, there are two famous people. You should all know one of them."

Deacon Zheng made a fool of himself before continuing: "It is the current head of my Lingxiao Sword Sect——Ji Chengyue.

"Master Ji was about the same age as you when he joined the sect, that is, fifteen or sixteen." Deacon Zheng pointed to Fang Yang: "It's just that Master Ji has dual spiritual roots of gold and earth, and the purity of the spiritual roots is between It is also considered to be a rare high-grade among the dual spiritual roots, so it was directly accepted as a direct disciple by the head of my sect at that time, Daoist Xuanxu."

"And the other one... If the talent of head master Ji is considered rare, his talent should be regarded as the only one seen in the world. Like Cao Zirui this year, he is a single spiritual root that is rare in a century."

"However, Cao Zirui is only a single spiritual root of the water system, one of the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. He is a mutated single spiritual root of the wind system, which is more powerful than the five elements. Such a talent, let alone A hundred years, a thousand years may not be met."

"Such a person joined my Lingxiao Sword Sect, naturally, just like Master Ji, he was directly accepted as a direct disciple by Daoist Xuanxu."

"He is the senior brother of Head Ji, and the former head of my Lingxiao Sword Sect..." Finally, when the mystery was about to be revealed, Deacon Zheng stopped suddenly.

He looked at the door that he had deliberately closed, but he still couldn't feel relieved.The uneasy look seemed to be worried about who would hear that name.

Who will hear it?Hao Chen looked at Deacon Zheng's gesture of rubbing ink and thought to himself, it seems that Deacon Zheng is not going to say it himself, he is going to tell them the name by writing.

But there are only four people in the room right now, who is so powerful that he can hear the conversation in the room?

No, maybe not someone with that much power to hear.Hao Chen suddenly thought, it should be... who can give Deacon Zheng such great fear that he dare not say that name even in private?

It is absolutely impossible for human beings to have such a great deterrent force, so it can only be... Hao Chen couldn't help but looked up, and he had a vague guess in his heart.

"Ling..." When Hao Chen was distracted, Deacon Zheng had already written the first word, Fang Yang surrounded him curiously, and read it lightly.

However, as soon as the word was out of his mouth, Deacon Zheng paused when he was about to write the second word. He raised his head and looked at Fang Yang seriously, and made a gesture of silence.

Fang Yang immediately covered his mouth with both hands, and nodded obediently.

And Feng Ye... was different from Fang Yang who was sticking close to Deacon Zheng's side in order to see the name clearly earlier, he stood almost indifferently in a position not too far away.

Both Hao Chen and Fang Yang are very curious about the past a hundred years ago, but he is not at all.

He did know.Hao Chen thought to himself.

The sound of the brush rubbing against the paper sounded again, Hao Chen stopped paying attention to Feng Ye, and turned his attention to the constantly turning tip of the brush.

As the strokes of the brush stroked and folded, the second character gradually revealed its true appearance.

"Cloud." Hao Chen said softly in his heart.

After writing these two words, Deacon Zheng stopped writing.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar name on the paper, he sighed again in a faint way.Familiarity is because this name used to be very popular. In Kyushu, who doesn't know this genius?

But this name is very strange, because since that incident a hundred years ago... no one dared to mention him...

"Is there only these two words?" Fang Yang finally realized that Deacon Zheng had finished writing.

Deacon Zheng nodded.

"Why didn't you just say it? And the former head, why didn't I hear it mentioned?" Fang Yang was a little puzzled.

He had never heard of such a person in the history of Lingxiao Sword Sect, and he didn't know that Master Ji had a senior brother.

"Because... this is a name that cannot be said..." Deacon Zheng lowered his tone when he said this.

He didn't wait for Fang Yang to ask, he continued: "My sect is called Lingxiao Sword Sect, but his name is..."

He passed the word "Ling Yun": "This incident seems to be fate by coincidence. When Master Xuanxu found him, he called him 'the man of destiny'. He should be leading my Lingxiao Sword Sect The ones who really made it to the top."

"Therefore, Master Xuanxu cultivated him almost at any cost. All the resources you can imagine, magic weapons and elixir, are all given to him without money."

"He is also extremely talented, whether it is the talent in cultivation or the way of swordsmanship, no one of his peers in the world can hold a candle to him."

"Under the blessing of the two phases, he has created miracles one after another. He started at the age of 15, established the foundation at the age of 16, golden core at the age of 24, Yuanying at the age of 40, and the Dao at the age of 56."

"He Dao?" Fang Yang interrupted Deacon Zheng again, because he was so surprised, he thought that Yuan Ying was the highest cultivation level in the world, but he didn't want to have the realm of He Dao above Yuan Ying.

Deacon Zheng heard the surprise in Fang Yang's tone, and explained with a smile: "Surprised, isn't it? The cultivation world at that time was only a lot more surprised than you. It's not an exaggeration to describe it as jaw dropping."

"He is the first and only one in the world, a monk of the Conjoined Dao Stage." Speaking of this, Deacon Zheng suddenly took out a jade slip from the desk cabinet.

He held the jade slip in his hand, input a little spiritual power, and the shining light rose from the jade slip and flew into the air, forming a translucent image.

Before Fang Yang could marvel at how the jade slips could be used in this way, he was attracted by the person in the image.

It was a man, a handsome man with sword eyebrows and star eyes.

The place where the man was was vaguely familiar, Fang Yang suddenly remembered, isn't that the thousand-step stone ladder he just walked up.

The man stood at the bottom, and on both sides of the steps, there was a person standing every ten steps.Looking at the black and white Taoist robe, there is no doubt that they are all disciples of Lingxiao Sword Sect.

The man raised his head and glanced at the endless stone steps. Unlike the serious-looking fellows on the steps who were waiting in full force, he always had a vague smile on his lips, showing a sense of indifference.

He took a sudden step and began to climb the thousand stone stairs.

In the first step, the fellow disciple who was standing on the first stone step made a sudden move, and the sword edge was unsheathed, and went straight to the man's head.

The man didn't even draw his sword, he directly blocked the blow with the scabbard, and instantly reversed his wrist, taking advantage of the gap between the opponent's attack, he hit the opponent's abdomen with the scabbard.

But after a face-to-face meeting, the fellow who was standing on the first stone step squatted on the ground clutching his stomach, losing his fighting power.

The man continued to go up, and after ten steps, he met his second colleague.Similarly, the second fellow from the same sect drew his sword the moment the man stepped on the stone steps.

The man still didn't draw his sword, and the second fellow from the same sect was not much better than the first fellow. He barely managed two moves before being defeated.

"What is this doing?" Fang Yang couldn't help asking, didn't Ling Xiao Jianzong not allow infighting among the same sect?

Deacon Zheng looked at the man in the video and replied: "This is a ceremony for the inheritance of the master. Anyone who is appointed as the master of my Lingxiao Sword Sect must pass the test of this thousand-level stone ladder and hundreds of checkpoints."

Fang Yang nodded suddenly, he stopped talking, and quietly watched the man in the image continue to move forward.

After walking dozens of steps, the man passed a dozen levels with ease, the sword still in its sheath.Those fellow disciples guarding the steps, not to mention blocking him, hardly even delayed him.

The man maintained this relaxed expression until five hundred steps later, when he had walked more than half of the way, someone finally asked him to draw his sword.

But this still failed to stop the man from moving forward. After the man drew his sword, his aura became sharper than before. Instead of slowing down, his forward speed accelerated.

He was unstoppable, and every fellow who blocked his way was defeated within ten moves. The defeated fellow bowed to him with a sword, and the man only nodded slightly, and then continued to walk up.

Finally, he reached the last level, the hundredth level.

When the person standing on the top of the mountain saw him coming, he didn't immediately draw his sword like other fellow disciples did, but held the sword and called out: "Senior brother."

"Junior brother." The man responded to Ji Chengyue, the head of the sect when he was young, and the casual smile on his mouth finally brought a little seriousness.

Before reaching the top of the mountain and taking the thousand steps, Ling Yun saluted Ji Chengyue.

Ji Chengyue returned the same salute, which is a very formal etiquette, after the salute is over.Ling Yun took a step forward, and just as he touched the stone steps on the top of the mountain with his toes, Ji Chengyue's sword edge also arrived at the same time.

With a sound of "Zheng", the swords clashed.

Ji Chengyue changed his move in an instant. Originally, he stabbed straight at the opponent's throat, but at the moment when the blades collided, the blade slid past Ling Yun's blade.

Accompanied by a burst of sharp metal rubbing sounds, occasionally mixed with scattered sparks, when Ji Chengyue's sword edge slid to the end of Ling Yun's sword, Ji Chengyue suddenly turned his wrist, and the sword edge stuck close to the sword in Ling Yun's hand and stabbed out.

"Okay!" Ling Yun yelled "Okay" for Ji Chengyue's sword that pierced him. The angle of Ji Chengyue's sword is extremely tricky, and most people have no time to react when encountering this unexpected sword.

But what Ji Chengyue met was Ling Yun, so... there was another "Zheng", Ling Yun didn't take defense, because he knew it was too late, Ji Chengyue's sword slipped to the tail of his sword before stabbing out, and he didn't have time to retract the sword defense.

But blocking this sword may not only be defensive, he uses offense instead of defense!

Ling Yun also turned his wrist, and when Ji Chengyue's sword was only a hair away from his chest, his sword was also close to Ji Chengyue's sword-holding wrist.

He turned the sword in his hand in a full circle, dancing into a circle. Ji Chengyue's wrist holding the sword was impressively on the trajectory of the sword's edge. If he didn't retract the sword, the hand holding the sword would be removed directly.

And the blade of the forward stab will also be cut off because of the owner's wrist, and fly to the side along with the force.Ling Yun will not suffer any injuries.

Ji Chengyue realized this in an instant, and he immediately withdrew his sword.

This time, his advantage of making the first move was gone.Ling Yun turned against the guest, did not give him a chance to breathe, and pressed forward every step of the way.

Ji Chengyue kept retreating, struggling to support.

Finally, after a hundred moves, the sword in his hand was picked up by Ling Yun.

Ji Chengyue looked at his empty wrist, and at the smiling senior brother in front of him, and said helplessly, "Senior brother, don't let me go."

Ling Yun retracted his sword with his hands behind his back, and raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "Let you? Junior brother, if I don't let you, you will lose in twenty strokes."

Ji Chengyue couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "I'm always inferior to senior brother." I'm inferior in every way.

Whether it is cultivation or swordsmanship.

Ling Yun is already the youngest Nascent Soul real person in history who shocked the whole world, yet he is still a Jindan.

With Ling Yun's strength, the entire sect, including their master master and Elder Zhou, can fight against him.

Because of this, Ling Yun didn't use any spiritual power to walk the thousand stone steps and pass the hundred checkpoints. Otherwise, once he used his spiritual power in the Nascent Soul stage, who among these disciples would be qualified to confront him?

He's a well-deserved... next in command.

"Haha, Ling Yun, you really live up to my teacher's expectations." An old man with white hair and childlike face appeared on the screen, and there was another person beside the old man, Elder Zhou.

Then this person should be... the former head of the sect—Renren Xuanxu, right?Fang Yang thought to himself.

Sure enough, hearing Ji Chengyue's exclamation, Ling Yun, who seemed to have something to say, immediately interrupted the conversation with Ji Chengyue the moment he saw the old man.

The two senior brothers turned their heads, bowed to the old man, and called respectfully: "Master."

Master Xuanxu looked at his two apprentices with satisfaction, especially Ling Yun. His gaze stayed on Ling Yun for a long time. His Ling Xiao Sword Sect...has a successor.

No, not just a successor, he, this disciple, will surely carry forward the Lingxiao Sword Sect and become the real "Ling Xiao" Sword Sect.

"Ling Yun!" Master Xuanxu's tone suddenly became serious.

"The disciple is here!" Ling Yun replied equally seriously.

Master Xuanxu picked up the sword he brought with both hands, the blade is not fancy, the hilt and scabbard are plain black, without any complicated and magnificent decorations.

But Daoist Xuanxu stroked the sword with both hands, but he was extremely careful and reminiscent: "This sword is called Broken Mountain, and it has the power to break mountains and divide seas. It is a token of the past generations of my Lingxiao Sword Sect."

Having said that, he suddenly handed the Broken Mountain Sword to Ling Yun, and solemnly said: "From today on, you are the head of my Ling Xiao Sword Sect!"

A slight surprise appeared on Ling Yun's face, not only Ling Yun, but Elder Zhou and Ji Chengyue beside him, as well as the hundreds of disciples standing on the stone steps, all had the same surprise on their faces.

They all knew that today's ceremony was to establish the next head, but they didn't expect that Master Xuanxu would pass the headship directly to Ling Yun.

"Master..." Ling Yun's tone was uncommonly hesitant. He didn't understand why the master suddenly wanted to pass on the position of master to himself. Even though the master was still alive, he was just the pre-appointed next. Why did he have to be appointed so suddenly? ?

Because of doubts, he did not reach out to catch the sword.

"Ling Yun! Take the sword!" Master Xuanxu didn't explain his sudden decision, but just scolded him seriously.

Ling Yun paused hesitantly, he raised his head and looked at Master Xuanxu for a moment, only seeing the firmness and hope in Master's eyes.

Master has already made a decision.

Ling Yun realized this, as a disciple, he respected the master's decision.

He solemnly stretched out his hands, and took the Broken Mountain Sword from Master Xuanxu.

Master Xuanxu's stern face softened again, and he fixed a glance at Ling Yun with a sense of relief: "Ling Xiao Sword Sect... I entrust it to you..."

"Yes!" Ling Yun raised his sword with both hands, and resolutely assured.

The picture freezes here, and the image recorded on this jade slip ends.

Without waiting for Fang Yang to ask questions, Deacon Zheng explained consciously: "Realist Xuanxu suddenly passed on the position of head... because he knew that his time was coming. One month after... taking over as head , Daoist Xuanxu passed away."

Deacon Zheng looked at the frozen frame, and the man with a firm face said: "He has indeed lived up to the entrustment of Xuanxu. At the age of 56, he became a Daoist who shocked the whole country."

"Although the Lingxiao Sword Sect was considered powerful during the reign of Daoist Xuanxu, it was only at the top three level, and there were two other sects tied with it, so it is difficult to distinguish between them."

"But since... cultivation to the Taoist stage, Lingxiao Sword Sect has become the number one sect in the world in the true sense."

"The glory at that time, even recalling it now, still makes people's blood boil. The former head, he really achieved the word Ling Xiao."

"Everyone is satisfied with the achievements at that time. We are already the largest sect in the world. We stand above the clouds, and other sects can only look up to us."

"However, there is still one person who is not satisfied." Deacon Zheng took out another jade slip, and the image appeared again.

Ling Yun stood on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back, the clouds were misty under his feet, and he looked at the scenery under the clouds.

A person came, it was his junior brother, Ji Chengyue.

Ji Chengyue called out: "Brother, what are you thinking while standing here?"

Ling Yun didn't turn his head back, his gaze was still looking down the mountain, and he asked with confusion: "Junior brother, tell me, what is the real Ling Xiao?"

Ji Chengyue was taken aback when he heard the words, and he thought about it and replied: "The number one in the world is Ling Xiao."

Ling Yun smiled when he heard the words: "Junior brother, you should have heard the saying that there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky."

Ling Yun suddenly raised his head, looking up at the vast sky, he repeated: "There is a sky beyond the sky..."

Before Ji Chengyue could figure out the meaning of his words, Ling Yun suddenly took a step forward. He stood on the edge of the cliff, and there was a cliff in front of him, but he didn't fall down after he stepped on the ground.

He stood in the air, and took out from his sleeve the sword handed down by the masters of the past generations—Broken Mountain Sword.

He drew his sword out of its sheath and swung it at the mountain wall from the air. Every time he swordd, a crack several meters deep appeared on the mountain wall. The cracks combined together formed the shape of a word.

It is four big characters.

"Lingxiao Sword Sect..." Ling Yun read it softly, then he turned his head, with a conceited and arrogant smile on his lips, he vowed to Ji Chengyue: "Junior brother, I will let you see, What is the real Ling Xiao."

The author has something to say:

Let’s talk about the update time. Generally speaking, it is nine o’clock every night.

But this week's situation is special. Last Sunday's Wan Geng squeezed me dry, and I was busy with work, so this week's update time is quite chaotic, and it is expected to return to normal next week.

Also...tonight's update has screwed me up again, so I'm taking a day off tomorrow, eh?