"No gift."
Gu Qingfeng is usually very serious and always likes to have a straight face. At this moment, looking at Chen Qingyuan in front of him, he changed his usual black face and squeezed out a smile.
"At the order of the family teacher, come to the sword hall to get a sword suitable for disciples."
Chen Qingyuan said.
"Uh-huh." Just now, Gu Qingfeng got the transmission from Yu Chenran, so he waited in the hall: "Come with me!"
There are ninety-nine mountains of highs and lows in the sword hall, some of which are places to practice kendo.
Located in the deepest part of Jiantang, it is the most special mountain, about two thousand meters high.
There are countless swords on the surface of the mountain, at least hundreds of thousands of swords. Among them, the sword inserted at the foot of the mountain is also the best magic weapon.
Weapons are divided into magic weapons, spiritual weapons, sacred weapons, and are divided into upper, middle and lower parts.
The magic weapon is only sharp itself, while the spiritual weapon is a transformation, which has nurtured spiritual intelligence and can withstand the washing of spiritual power well, thus exerting the power far beyond the magic weapon.
As for the holy artifact, this thing is extremely rare in the secular world. Generally, only Mahayana monks are qualified to control it. A small number of monks during the disaster period can also be controlled, which requires strong control.
"This is Sword Mountain. All the disciples in our class have a chance to step on the Sword Mountain. Whether they can get a superior sword depends on their own luck and strength."
Gu Qingfeng pointed to the sword mountain in the distance, and there was a sense of pride in his heart.
From a distance, a terrible swordsmanship spread from the direction of Jianshan to the surroundings. If it hadn't been for the shocking blockade outside Jianshan, I'm afraid there would have been a lot of noise.
"The sword chooses the owner."
When you set foot on Jianshan, you are first recognized by the sword, and the people who go up the mountain are qualified to take it away.
People who can be accepted as disciples by Jiantang have the spiritual root of kendo no matter how bad they are. It is impossible for them to not even agree with the lower Lingbao.
"Serder Gu, there seems to be a magic circle at the top of the mountain. What is it?"
Chen Qingyuan looked at the top of the mountain and asked doubtfully.
"There are seven top-quality holy swords at the top, and seal them with a special array to avoid trouble." Gu Qingfeng patiently explained, "The first generation of the Daoyi School Palace was created supreme and powerful. A total of nine holy swords can be called perfect."
"What about the other two swords?"
Chen Qingyuan asked.
"Taiyuan Sword, this era is controlled by the dean. Qin Shang's sword is the sword of Elder Zhao Yichuan. The remaining seven are all at the top of the mountain.
Speaking of this, Gu Qingfeng has regrets.
He failed to get the approval of the nine swords of the first generation's ancestors, but he was still in charge of the Lord of the Sword Hall, which was very ashamed.
"So that's it." Chen Qingyuan nodded gently: "If you get the recognition of many swords, you can only take one, right?"
"Of course, one person, one sword, return it after death."
This is a rule set by the original ancestors, which should leave opportunities for others to stabilize their background.
"It's a pity."
Chen Qingyuan originally wanted to get a few more swords, but this idea could only be eliminated.
"You can rest for a few days first, and when the spirit is at its best, then step on the Sword Mountain!"
Gu Qingfeng lifted the prohibition along the way and took Chen Qingyuan to the foot of Jianshan Mountain.
"Okay." Immediately, Chen Qingyuan sat on the ground.
Gu Qingfeng stood aside and closed his eyes to refresh himself.
Two days later, Chen Qingyuan reached an excellent state and made a request to go up the mountain.
"Go!"
Gu Qingfeng nodded slowly and agreed.
Therefore, Chen Qingyuan took a heavy step.
Through the boundary, Chen Qingyuan came to the entrance of the mountain, with dozens of lower-quality spiritual swords inserted at his feet, with different shapes and colors.
When Chen Qingyuan just arrived, these spiritual swords were perceived, trembled at the same time, and bloomed with dazzling sword lights, as if they were working hard, hoping to attract Chen Qingyuan's attention.
Buzz--
As Chen Qingyuan moves forward, more and more spiritual swords show their luster and compete for the first time.
The road to the top of the mountain is a winding curve, circled around the mountain. If you stand on the top of the mountain and look down, you can see that the road seems to be composed of countless circles.
At the foot of the mountain, Gu Qingfeng looked up at Jianshan and muttered, "Chen Qingyuan's kendo talent is extremely high, and there is a trace of the best sword forged by the first generation of ancestors."
The battle between Chen Qingyuan and Changsun Fengye has long been spread to the Daoyi Academy.
This matter only spread among the major forces in the northern wilderness. Most of the ordinary forces have never even heard of Daoyi School Palace, let alone others.
There is no way to know about the forces such as Xuanqingzong, which is far away in the Fumeo region.
"Lao Gu, do you want to drink?"
In a breeze, Vice President Lin Wenchou suddenly appeared, full of alcohol and a wine gourd in his hand.
"No drinking."
Gu Qingfeng did not turn his head and replied coldly.
"Do you think this boy can succeed?"
Lin Wenchou and Gu Qingfeng are the same group of disciples who entered the Taoist School Palace, and they have a good relationship.
"It should be possible!"
After thinking for a while, Gu Qingfeng still had great hope for Chen Qingyuan. If Chen Qingyuan hadn't been Yu Chenran's own disciple, he would have taken him as an apprentice.
In the huge Daoyi Academy, only three people know Chen Qingyuan's Qingzong background, Lin Wenchou, Yu Chenran and Zhao Yichuan.
Qingzong's little guy, how far can you go?
Lin Wenchou took a sip of wine, looked into the direction of Jianshan, and looked forward to the future of Chen Qingyuan.
Sword Mountain, a corner of somewhere.
The more Chen Qingyuan went up, the more pressure he was under.
Countless swords gathered together to form the sword momentum, which made Chen Qingyuan need great strength for every step forward.
Looking at the sword around, Chen Qingyuan whispered, "The background of Daoyi Academy is really unfathomable!" Taking out a sword and putting it outside can cause a lot of disputes.
Thousands of swords were felt, and the sound of the sword resounded in the sky for a long time.
According to Chen Qingyuan's walking speed, it will take at least a month to reach the top.
The ordinary spiritual sword can't stop Chen Qingyuan. His goal is the holy sword at the top of the mountain.
Qiang--
A sword suddenly flew up and floated in front of Chen Qingyuan.
"You and I have no fate. I'm sorry."
Chen Qingyuan bowed his hand to the sword in front of him and apologized.
This sword is spiritual. After being rejected by Chen Qingyuan, the luster gradually faded and returned to its original position.
A similar scene happened hundreds of times. Chen Qingyuan's heart was dripping blood, and he felt that he had missed too many treasures. If possible, he will definitely want to take it all away.
One person can only take one sword, which is a rule set by the first generation of ancestors and cannot be changed.
In this way, Chen Qingyuan spent ten days to go to a certain position halfway up the mountain, and his pace became slower.
Every half an hour, Chen Qingyuan needs to rest for a while.