: Chapter 42

Xiao He has no father or mother, and has stayed in Qingluan Mountain since he can remember.
Qingluan Mountain is the highest peak in Lin Yuan mainland, and it is also the highest peak in the world here.
Because this is where Hua Yunzong belongs, and there is a way to heaven in Huayunzong.
This is a world where individuals pursue the great road, pray for eternal life, and long for the heavenly road.
The weak and the strong eat, intrigue, only to improve the cultivation base, only to endure the tribulations, only to gain the path.
Xiao He is only fourteen years old, but he is a young man with ideas.
He wants to practice, to advance, to become stronger and more powerful, not to be underestimated by anyone, not to be bullied by anyone, and hope that one day he can touch the person in his heart.
The one who stands high, the one who is admired by thousands of people, the one who is out of reach.
He is the Sect Master of Hua Yunzong, the highest cultivation level in the world, the most noble person, and the most beautiful person in the entire continent.
Xiao He only saw him once.
It was when he was very young, he was displaced and he saved his life.
Like a coming to the world, like a banished immortal, Xiao He didn't understand anything, just looking at him, he felt that he saw the whole world.
He didn't think too much, he just hoped from the bottom of his heart that it would be great if he could stay with this person.
It is a pity that he rescued him and took him to Qingluan Mountain, and there was no trace ever since.
Xiao He looked for him for a long, long time, only to find out later.
It turned out that he was the sect master of Hua Yunzong, and it turned out that he was a well-known Yun Qingzhen, it turned out... he was so far away.
Wanting to stand beside him, even if it's only for a day, is not something Xiao He can achieve.
But at that time Xiao He was too young, only seven years old, with a stubborn stubbornness, he climbed up the ladder of Qingluan Mountain and stayed on the mountain desperately.
Although it was only a registered disciple, even though it was just a little doorman, although it was still impossible to see him, it was finally a step closer to him.
Thinking of this, Xiao He had the enthusiasm. He was not afraid of the pain of cultivation or the tiredness of servants. Day and night, the stars changed, and this was a whole seven years.
This year he is fourteen years old. He has been a registered disciple for seven years, taught himself and trained himself, and finally raised his cultivation to the seventh stage of the Qi training period, and finally he can head to the White Gate!
If he could pass through the White Gate, Xiao He would no longer be a named disciple, nor would he be a servant, but would be officially accepted as an outer disciple!
When the cultivation base rises again, he can go to the Green Sect, and if he passes, he will become an inner disciple.
Then came the Blue Door, Red Door, Yellow Door, and Purple Door.
After passing the Zimen, he can see him!
One seven years, two ten years, and even several decades or nearly a hundred years, ordinary people may feel chills thinking about this long day.
But Xiao He was not afraid at all.
His avenue is on Qingluan Peak, and his pursuit is in Huayun Sect, and those he wants and eager to work hard for, just stand there.
Although I can't see it, I feel it.
Under such obsession, Xiao He was full of passion, fearless and fearless!
Today is the day when the White Gate is open. There are no longer a few disciples who come to challenge him. Xiao He has been in Qingluan Mountain for so many years and has also made many friends.
As soon as he came out of his small broken house, a young boy greeted him: "Xiaohe, early!"
Xiao He knew who it was as soon as he heard the voice.
They were all working under the same supervisor, and they were both servants in Lingtian. The young man was named Luo Fei, he was cheerful and lively, and he and Xiao He were friends.
The two are better than one, Xiao He smiled and said, "Brother Luo Fei, early."
Luo Fei bent his eyes and patted his shoulders and said, "Your kid is really capable. He can attack the White Gate at the age of fourteen, and he is the first of our named disciples."
Xiao He smiled and said, "It's just good luck. When Luo Fei was fourteen years old, his cultivation base was not lower than mine, but he just missed the opening of the white door at that time."
The White Gate is open every three years. Although Luo Fei was able to attack the White Gate two years ago, it was a pity that the time was not right, and he could only wait for the next time if he was wrong.
Luo Fei is a refreshing temper, and said to Xiao He: "Good luck is also a skill!"
Xiao He just wanted to talk, but he heard a chilly sentence next to him: "Cut, two poor ghost servants are here to tout each other, and they don't feel irritated."
Xiao He frowned, knowing who it was without looking back.
The name is Su Yichen, one year younger than Luo Fei, one year older than Xiao He, and both are named disciples, but the life experience between the three is very different.
Xiao He is an orphan, Luo Fei's parents are ordinary people, but Su Yichen is from a family. Although he is not a top family, he is not lacking in money and power. He has grown up with respect and dignity.
As for why he was a registered disciple, it was related to Hua Yunzong's rules.
Regardless of background, financial situation or even qualifications, entry must start from scratch.
Whether it is a commoner beggar or a family of people, you must start with a named disciple, and go through layers of assessment or various opportunities to continuously improve your position.
Su Yichen's qualifications are not high, and because his parents dote on him, he has only started for two years. He has not enough training and training. Although he has a lot of pills to support, he is only a fifth-level cultivation base during the Qi Refining Period.
It is lower than Luo Fei and Xiao He, so he regards them as a thorn in his eyes and runs on them from time to time.
Before Xiao He said anything, Luo Fei had already pushed him up: "What's wrong with being poor? It's better than some medicine jars!"
Su Yichen's body is a thief, but he is called a pot of medicine, which is completely ironic for him by spending money on medicine to improve his cultivation.
He couldn't bear it anymore, and he immediately blushed and wanted to fight Luo Fei.
Xiao He didn't want to have a conflict, so he pulled Luo Fei a little bit: "Brother Luo Fei, don't waste time, you'll be late for a while."
His words were kind, not only for Luo Fei, but also to remind Su Yichen that they were afraid that they would miss the three-year White Gate assessment.
But Luo Fei is reasonable, but Su Yichen is unreasonable.
"Talking to me is a waste of time? Xiao He, a poor man without a father and no mother, dare to look down on me! Who gives you such confidence? Really consider yourself a person? I really think I was picked up by the real head. Just pretentious? Fart! I advise you not to daydream, just like you garbage, it's easier to pick up, and easier to throw away, but don't have that dream of spring and autumn, like you..."
With a snap.
Su Yichen closed her mouth abruptly, covering her beaten face with an incredible look.
Xiao He has a handsome face. He was gentle and peaceful in the past, but at the moment he has a dark face, and his eyes are full of clouds: "I picked it up, but I am not rubbish!"
"You...you poor ghost dare to beat me, dare to..."
Su Yichen didn't finish a word, Xiao He raised his hand and slapped him again.
"You insult me, I can't beat you yet?" This was said in a very low tone, and it made the youth's clear sound line add layers of murderous intent.
The disciples in the Qi refining period had all seen blood. Although Luo Fei was not very familiar with Xiao He, he had seen his method of hunting monsters, which was by no means as gentle and delicate on the surface.
At this time, it was Luo Fei who was afraid that something would happen. He quickly stopped Xiao He and persuaded: "Don't be angry with this kind of scum, it's not worth it."
But Xiao He didn't give the slightest retreat. He suddenly drew out his sword, and a bitter cold light hit Su Yichen's neck: "Apologize."
Su Yichen’s cultivation base is two steps lower than Xiao He, and because of the spoiled family, he has never been to the secret forest alone, not to mention seeing the blood. At this moment, Xiao He held the sword against him, and he trembled: "I ……I……"
He stammered, although he was extremely afraid, but he still refused to apologize to Xiao He.
Xiao He sneered, and the sword pushed forward, and immediately saw blood.
Su Yichen felt the pain in his neck, and turned pale with fright, and couldn't hold it anymore: "I was wrong, I was wrong, Xiao He, don't kill me, I was wrong!"
"Where did you go wrong?" Xiao He's voice condensed like ice.
"I...I shouldn't insult you, I shouldn't call you a poor man."
Xiao He's eyes were as dark as night, not only did not let go, but pushed inward a little.
Su Yichen was so scared that he cried, and a basket of apology popped out of his mouth.
Luo Fei looked contemptuously, but found that Xiao He didn't mean to let go. He was afraid that it would really make the matter worse, so he hurriedly persuaded: "Xiao He, he has already apologized, and you should calm down. Don't worry about him. ."
"He didn't apologize."
Su Yichen was really scared, scared of this seemingly gentle but fierce young man, scared of this cold, icy sword, more scared of the dying pain, he shivered and said, "I...I I apologize, I apologize, sorry, sorry!"
Xiao He looked at him with a sword and said softly, "Say, I picked it up."
Su Yichen was stunned, and said: "I...I picked it up."
Xiao He's eyes sank and deepened again. Su Yichen finally changed his words in a hurry: "You...you picked it up."
Xiao Heyang smiled, he was right, but Su Yichen felt terrible when he looked at it, and didn't understand what it meant.
"carry on."
Su Yichen trembled: "You... were picked up."
"But it was not thrown away."
Su Yichen suddenly said: "You picked it up, but no one will throw you away, no one will throw you away! The real master will never throw you away!"
He yelled these words, Xiao He withdrew his sword, and whispered: "Get out!"
Su Yichen fell to the ground, got up and quickly fled away.
Xiao He returned the sword to its sheath, moving smoothly and neatly, and taking advantage of the clean and beautiful appearance of the young man, it made people feel slightly moved.
Luo Fei was startled, and only after a long time came back.
However, Xiao He had already condensed the condensed expression and recovered as before. He smiled gently at Luo Fei and said softly, "Let's go, it's late."
Luo Fei was startled again because of his smile.
Xiao He shouted: "Brother Luo Fei?"
Luo Fei's heart jumped suddenly, inexplicably hoped that he could call him a few more times, his voice was really nice...In other words, why didn't you think it before?
Yes... Didn't you notice, after all, he was always quiet before.
Luo Fei quickly got his emotions. After following up, he adjusted his mood and chatted with him: "Xiaohe, do you really admire the headmaster?"
Xiao He smiled slightly: "I admire him very much. I work hard just to see him one day."
Hearing what he said, Luo Fei couldn't help feeling lost, but soon he regained his emotions and said sincerely: "You work so hard, and you will definitely achieve your wish."
Xiao He smiled and said, "I borrow your good words."
The two of them went to the White Gate talking and laughing, because they came early and prepared enough, plus they had enough cultivation skills, so the assessment was very simple and they passed easily.
At this time, the appraisal senior said: "You are lucky, it just happens that there is a qualification appraisal in the outside door, you should go and try it quickly, if you can get an excellent appraisal, you may be accepted as a direct disciple."