Chapter 22: Luoxiafeng

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"From now on, you are the master of this sword."
At the moment when he touched the hilt, Xiao Chen felt a sense of coolness and tranquility throughout his body. The resentment in his heart, unwillingness, and many other negative emotions all turned into smoke in a flash, and his mind suddenly became clear. It is needed by those who cultivate immortals.
Everyone in the distance looked over, and there was fanatical jealousy and envy in his eyes, and Mo Yu was also there. He looked at the white fairy sword, and his eyes revealed a fiery light.
"Brother Yifeng, you mean ... gave me this sword?"
Yu Yifeng nodded: "This sword has gone through thousands of years. There is already a sword spirit in the sword. I hope you will treat it well in the future. Don't get too bloody."
After all, he twisted his fingers and took a sword light to the sky, sending a sentence from afar: "Three days later, Lingtai Town is twenty miles east, waiting for someone."
Xiao Chen looked at his distant sky quietly, as if there were clouds and mist, like dreams, Xiao Ruo cowardly said after a moment: "Master, where are we going now?"
"Lingtai Town." Xiao Chenlang laughed and strode down the steps.
Three days later, he came to twenty miles outside the east suburb of Lingtai Town, where a river passed by, gurgling water, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, there was a quaint little stone bridge on the river, which had experienced five hundred years of wind blowing and five hundred years of rain, Five hundred years in the sun.
He found a clearing by the bridgehead, put down Yaoqin, and asked Xiaoruo to order sandalwood on both sides, so he began to fiddle.
The sound of the piano went to the palace. The sound was like a stream under the moon. It flowed slowly. Then the sound of the piano gradually increased and went into the feather tune. Then it changed business, like a thousand-foot silver curtain, pouring down from the dome.
The sound of the piano is harmonious, and the seven rhythms resonate gradually. It spreads like a layer, hitting the dust edge, and within a moment, it has attracted hundreds of birds in the valley, or hovering low or falling On his shoulders, they whispered to each other, rhyme.
Near noon, only a crisp bell sounded, from far and near, but a sand-colored wagon slowly came, the hood was decorated with complicated, hanging colorful bells, and the car curtain was woven from ice silk. It looks brilliant in the sun.
The chauffeur was a thin old man over seventy years old, but the car was pulled by a snow-white unicorn, between the four hooves, as if riding a colorful auspicious.
Seeing that the river is blocking the road, the stone bridge is not too much, it is just three points narrower, and the carriage is not able to pass.
Only listening to the voice of a moving girl from Yulian: "Tan Bo, who is here to play the piano?"
The sound was soft and sweet, like a jade plate falling like pearls, and like a drizzle in March, like a generation of beautiful women, whispering softly beside the ear, Xiao Chen couldn't help but move.
The slender old man who drove the car glanced into the distance and said, "It's a teenager, Xu missed the assessment."
There was no more sound in the car. After a moment, a white wrist lifted the curtain of the car. It was a girl who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, and there was no trace of dust.
The girl got off the carriage lightly, and every movement looked so gentle. She was wearing a white flowing fairy skirt, silky ink, and a vertical vest, even if there were fish and geese in the world, and the moon was ashamed, but it seemed too Tacky.
In the pretty wind, she quietly looked at Xiao Chen, who buried her head in the distance, and her eyes seemed to have ripples after layer, as if she had moved her heart and was demoted from Yaotai. Fairy.
"Tan Bo, please go back." The girl said, and walked towards Shiqiao.
Xiao Chen still twitched slowly with his hands, and every note was clearly presented. He suddenly said: "Girl, Lingtai Mountain is in front of you. If you want to participate in the assessment, I am afraid you have to wait another three years."
At the end of the talk, Xiao Chen felt a tingle in his heart, and a broken picture in his mind was once again fragmented.
Suddenly, a figure flashed in the depths of his memory, and disappeared without blinking. His heart suddenly felt a pain. This is a pain that comes from the depths of the soul and the memory.
The man was dressed in white like snow, but when he thought about it again, he couldn't remember the other person's face, just like the figure in the dream of the previous life, a glance.
"I have never heard of this piece of yours, but you are familiar with it. Can you tell me, what's your name?" The girl asked suddenly.
Xiao Chen recovered, immediately pressed the string to stop the song, and said in the clearest voice: "This song is called 'Dust Margin Song'."
This piece was composed by him thousands of years ago, and was often played in the mountain stream and brook.
The girl nodded slightly, then walked across the bridge, her figure moving away.
It took a long time for Xiao Chen to come back to life, and no longer saw the trace of the girl. If there was any loss in her heart, she had just met the man who had never seen it before, but why did she seem to know each other? ?
Towards the twilight, Xiao Chen was about to take the piano back to town, and suddenly a sword light fell quickly.
"Brother stay!"
Xiao Chen looked back and saw that it was the Tsing Yi in the Qing Bai duo, and asked, "I don't know what Brother Brother instructed?"
Tsing Yi stepped forward and smiled, "Brother Shi is not in a hurry. Elder Cai just said, you can become a disciple of Luo Xiafeng."
"Luoxia Peak?" Xiao Chen frowned and asked.
"Oh, Luoxia Peak is our outside door."
"Oh, Xiao Ruo, let's go to Canglan Jianzong."
"Hey, brother, stay, don't go."
"Brother, what else?" Xiao Chen turned around.
"That and that, in fact, the outside door is not bad, not as bad as the younger brother thought." Qingyi smiled bitterly.
Xiao Ruo pulled his sleeve and whispered, "Young Master, or let's go to Luoxia Peak. There are too many internal door rules. Xiao Ruo is afraid that Young Master can't bear it."
Tsing Yi smiled bitterly: "Yeah yeah, if you go to the outside door, you can also bring your little girl together, if it's the inside door, you can't."
Xiao Chen thought about it for a while, and it seemed a bit reasonable. His purpose was to practice, so that he could reach the foundation as soon as possible. Then he went to Zifu and said, "Okay, let ’s say yes first, I wo n’t talk to others People squeeze a room, so does my little girl. "
Tsing Yi smiled and said: "This younger brother can rest assured that someone has already arranged a cultivation place for him."
Xiao Chen nodded, thinking that the contrast between these people was too great. It must have something to do with the girl crossing the bridge at noon. Who is she?
Luoxia Peak is not as towering as the other peaks of Lingtai Mountain. On the contrary, it looks relatively small, but it is surrounded by mountains on all sides. In the valley of Qingxi, the scenery is quite quiet, and it has a more earthly atmosphere, unlike the first peak. Canglongfeng was so cold.
The hundreds of disciples in Luoxia Peak are not as rigorous as other disciples in the other few peaks. They have something to do on weekdays. For a while, many times, the elders of Luo Xiafeng open their eyes and close their eyes when they see them. As long as you "burn the incense" on weekdays, they will not embarrass you.
And here are mostly some nobles and princes, the rich sons, some of them are money, although the surface looks a bit degenerate, but in fact everyone is still advancing, the competition is also large, and incidents often happen, I hope to one day promote the inner door .
Tsing Yi took Xiao Chen to the peak while the sun was falling. Many people nodded and said hello to Tsing Yi. At the same time, many people also pointed at Xiao Chen, because few inner disciples brought one specifically. People came outside.
As for the newcomers who met Xiao Chen this time, they were all surprised and discussed.
"Isn't he gone? How come back?"
"Who is this person?"
"He was the best performer in this assessment, but for some reason, he was not selected by the elders in the end."
"Oh, it turned out that I couldn't get into the inner door."
"Hush, brother, please whisper, this man has a big head. Did you see that he was brought by the inner brother?"
Along the way, Xiao Chen saw many people pointing at themselves. This feeling made him feel a little uncomfortable. At the same time, he also saw some scattered and scattered houses.
That ’s the dormitory of the outer disciples. Luo Xiafeng ’s price is very high. A small bungalow with a few square feet would need to pay thousands of silver in a year. You know, a thousand or two silver, even in the cloud city Big cities can also build a large mansion.
But it doesn't matter, people here have money, even if it is described as money like dung.
After walking for half an hour, Xiao Chen came to a small courtyard with a beautiful view, far away from the dormitory of ordinary disciples. Pushing open the door of the courtyard, but seeing the ancient rocks and rocks inside, the clear water of the pool, the blooming of Liu Shu, and a breeze of Xulai, with a few white petals, falling on his hair and shoulders.
"Wow! Master! It looks more beautiful than the wisteria pavilion in our house!" Xiao Ruo said with delight.
Xiao Chen nodded and noticed that there were many snow wattles planted in the courtyard. The flowers were pale white, with a slight fragrance, like a blue and pale. When the wind blew, it was like the light snow in the winter moon.
Here, it used to be a woman's residence.
"Brother, I don't know who lived here before?"
Tsing Yi scratched her ears and smiled: "Don't ask too much, Brother. You will live here anyway, no one will bother you."
"Oh." Xiao Chen walked in, and suddenly felt an aura full of energy. Compared with the first peak, it was not too much to give, and he couldn't help but be shocked. Someone set up a formation to gather the spirit of the surrounding valley in the courtyard. The Chinese confessor cultivated, and it seems that the previous master's identity here is not low, and it is by no means an outside disciple.
One step further, his eyes suddenly lit up.