Wanjian Mountain, Shaoyang Peak.
Shaoyang Peak is where the foreign affairs are being dealt with and is often used to receive guests. A forest of begonias on the top of the peak is in full bloom in the May weather. The breeze blows, the jade chips are hazy, and Wanjian Mountain's first sect examination since the death of the sword master is held in this sea of fragmented snow.
The high stone competition platform was erected in the sky, and at this moment, it was already densely surrounded by disciples from Wanjian Mountain. The Qiyun Pavilion on the side has already arranged seats for distinguished guests from other sects. The high pavilion is surrounded by clouds and is magnificent. The second floor is flush with the high platform, providing the best viewing position. When several white-clothed cultivators from the Miaoyin Sect appeared, it caused quite a shock.
Wanjian Mountain usually doesn't see women, but now these four beautiful cultivators are here. These energetic young men are eager to use their skills to leave some impression on them.
The battle between Jiang Mi and another inner disciple has become one-sided.
The power of his sword was as fast as a dragon's and unpredictable, and his opponent was already sweating profusely from the light of his sword. Under the sun and in the shadow of flowers, a cold sword light flew up and down along with the black figure, sometimes sharp and sometimes soothing. It's murderous when it's sharp, and it's pleasing to the eye when it's soothing. The young man's eyes are shining like cold stars, and his valiant and heroic appearance makes people fascinated.
At the intersection of the two wooden swords, Jiang Mi suddenly turned an angle, like an antelope hanging from its horns, leaving no trace. He stabbed the man's right arm with his sword, knocking the sword away from his hand with a "cang" sound when he lost strength. The whole hall was cheering for a while, and even the female cultivators from the Miaoyin Sect clapped.
As soon as he got off the stage, Gu Bufan came up to him, pointed excitedly at a beautiful girl on the second floor.
"Hey, Jiang Mi, the one on the left is the only daughter of our leader named Yunmeng. She has been staring at you just now. Look!”
In fact, his eyes never left the second floor, but the person he was looking for never showed up.
Seeing his absent-minded look, Gu Bufan felt bored and simply shut up.
The last scene was a competition between Ling Wujie and an inner disciple of the inspection hall. As soon as the two came on stage, the crowd suddenly burst into an uproar.
"Look! Baili Yao Yue!"
A woman wearing a red dress with dark flowers and phoenix patterns, suddenly appeared on the second floor of the Qiyun Pavilion.
All the cultivators look forward to this beautiful woman with anticipation.
There is a hint of heroic spirit that is rare for women in her eyebrows. When she is not smiling, people dare not look at her, when she smiles, there is evil intention, which makes people fascinated.
Not only the people in the audience but also the two people on the stage were fascinated by it. They didn't start the martial arts competition until the elders sent a message to urge them.
Jiang Mi looked at her intently, but she just looked towards the stage and didn't glance at him. After looking around, he realized that only few people were interested in watching the competition. They were all staring at the second floor. He suddenly felt an unknown fire, as if he were submerged in this crowd and were nothing special to her.
Ling Wujie on the stage didn't know why he went crazy. He not only used the swordsmanship of Wanjian Mountain but also added the technique of Lingxiao Sect. Wherever the sword light passed, flowers fell like rain, and unexpectedly, they gathered into a flower formation and covered the opponent. The swords of the Hundred Flowers Formation were slashing continuously, and the opponent gave up after just a few moves.
Who would have thought that Ling Wujie was bold and suddenly jumped up to the second floor of Qiyun Pavilion and stood in front of the woman in red with a smile on his face.
"I've always heard that Chiyu fairy has excellent swordsmanship. I wonder if I'll be lucky enough to see it all."
Hearing this, Xingyuan's face darkened, and Ling Lang on the side immediately frowned and yelled.
"There's no such rules!"
"Hey, I think Wujie's suggestion is a good one."
Yun Liang, the head of Wanjian Mountain, hurriedly smoothed things over.
"Can Chiyu fairy teach us a lesson to open the eyes of these disciples?"
Yao Yue raised the corners of her lips lazily.
"In that case, I will show you a trick."
As soon as she finished speaking, her sword came out of its sheath with a "choking" sound, like a dragon emerging from the sea. A flash of green light flashed, and it flew out. As fast as a flying bird, it rested its toes on the branches and flew lightly among the treetops. Wherever it passed, the branches shook very lightly, and no dew fell off the leaves.
With a flick of her slender arm, her sword flew out of her hand and, with a slight buzzing sound, slashed towards the flower forest in front. Ten begonia trees in the distance fell to the ground. There was still a flower standing on the tip of the sword that flew back. Pink and white begonia flowers.
The Begonia flower trees stand vertically on the ground, with countless flower sprouts still growing on it. It has been exposed to some morning dew and rising sun, as if it has been damaged without knowing it. Its vitality has withered yet it is still there with its beauty and smiles, welcoming people.
Even if these elders are like ancient wells, it is difficult to forget the brilliance of this shocking sword, not to mention the group of young men in the audience. There was silence for a moment, and with a flick of the girl's bright wrist, the begonia flower at the tip of the sword flew towards the crowd, and everyone couldn't help but reach out to catch it.
But the flower seemed to have eyes and fell into Jiang Mi's hand!
It was obviously a very light flower, but he felt that it held the whole world in his hands. There was an unspeakable emotion stirring in his chest, and the violent beating made his chest feel numb.
Begonia is a light red color, bright but not demonic, plain but not bland, slender, and harmonious, just like the people among the flowers. She lives her own life freely, with the air of soaring in the sky, blending in with the world and yet transcending it. Who doesn't envy and yearn for such a stunning beautiful woman?
Their eyes met, and time seemed to stand still for him. The envy, jealousy, and contempt of the noisy crowd around him had nothing to do with him. He just wanted to imprint that person's appearance in his heart.
Her cheeks were slightly red, her appearance was delicate and charming, and her eyes were a bit shy. A sect leader who yelled at the heroes suddenly turned into a shy little girl. But this only happened in an instant. She concentrated briefly and returned to normal. Her sword flew back to Qiyun Pavilion.
Years later, this day often appeared in his distant dreams late at night. It was so domineering, long-lasting, and vivid that he was willing to be crushed by it.
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