It's the end of March now, and the temperature in the morning at the edge of the interface is very low. Seven people standing in a row can see the white mist around their mouths and noses while breathing.
Lu Bei looked at the dark sky in the distance, the number of monsters there seemed to have decreased a lot at this moment.
"Take out your swords and follow me."
Chang Sandu walked in front with strides like flying, and the seven newcomers of the Supreme Peak in Lubei each clenched their long swords, and followed behind him through the rear camp of Wanjianzong. When passing by the tent of Bailian Peak, Lu Bei saw Kong Chuyun who just came back from the outside.
The long sword in the opponent's hand was full of unknown blood stains, and he was standing in the open space wiping the sword with clean water.
When Chang Sandu led people passing by, Kong Chuyun looked up and met Lu Bei who was looking at him. The other party skillfully raised his palm in the line and shook it in his direction, opened his mouth and spit out a cloud of white mist. There is a silent and familiar greeting.
"Good morning~"
During the two years in Baisemen, the other party would say that every morning when they met.
Kong Chuyun watched the other party go away, lowered his head and wiped off the blood on the sword, turned around and walked into the tent of the disciples of the outer sect of Bailian Peak.
After saying hello, Lu Bei turned his eyes back and looked curiously at the tents of different colors passing by.
"Except for Wanjianzong's camp, every sect also has camp guards here, and each sect has missions for killing monsters." Chang Sandu explained the rules on the edge of the interface for them as he walked.
"How do you calculate killing monsters? I heard that monsters will turn into a cloud of dust after they die. There is no way to prove whether they have been killed." Lu Bei took out his small notebook and hurriedly asked.
Chang Sandu glanced at the small notebook in the opponent's hand, "There is no need to prove the quantity. This time, I will help seven of you to accept the task of killing monsters at Feilai Peak. I will personally supervise the next month."
"That means just killing, not counting." Lu Bei recorded this sentence in his small notebook.
When a group of eight of them passed through the camps of the various sects, many of them had just woken up and were going out after changing shifts.
Along the way, when those people saw a whole row of Wan Jianzong disciples dressed in black, the scholar of the Confucianism School went out and saw this scene, quickly looked away and said in a low voice, "Unlucky!"
These disciples of Wan Jianzong always wear those crow-like clothes, and it always makes people feel uncomfortable to see them suddenly.
Lu Bei stared at the scholar dressed in green robe and feather crown with burning eyes, focusing his eyes on the other's face, trying to remember this guy's appearance, dare to call them bad luck, if he has the opportunity, he must cheat him!
"In the eyes of those scholars, seeing a piece of darkness early in the morning represents bad luck." Zhou Shengyu, who was also a scholar, now holds the repaired broken water and is dressed in black, explaining the habits of those people to Lu Bei with a calm demeanor.
"Study culture and still superstitious? If you go out and see black is bad luck, then if you see white, you will have a funeral, and if you see red again, will there be bloody disaster immediately? It seems that their education level is not enough. Half a bottle of water shake**."
Lu Bei's voice was not lowered, except for everyone in their team who heard him, the Confucian scholar who just passed by also heard his voice.
"They are so superstitious and still wearing green. Are they all orphans and widows? Otherwise, according to their superstition, everyone should be naked. That's right. Doesn't wearing green mean that there will be green on the head?"
"Ignorant child! This is blue! Green robe!"
Gu Mingyang looked contemptuously in his eyes, seeing that this person stood out of place in the team of Wan Jianzong, he suspected that he was a bitch.
"Li Xiaoming, what color is the ground?"
In this regard, Lu Bei elbowed Li Xiaoming, who was holding back a smile, and asked him to look down at his feet.
Li Xiaoming lowered his head subconsciously, looking at the weeds trampled by people in the camp, "Is it green?"
"Why do you call green grass green? Shouldn't you call it green grass?"
This is the first time Li Xiaoming has heard of this question. He has never thought about this question before, because no one would ask such a question.
"Green grass is green, right? Does it have other meanings?"
Chu Ri and the others also looked down at the weeds under their feet, wondering why the grass is not called green grass?
Someone on the road who raised the question looked at Gu Mingyang's direction with a smile and said slowly, "Because green is green! Green grass can be referred to as green, so what should the person in green robe be called?"
"The man in the green robe?" Chu Ri said the answer reflexively.
"Congratulations, you got it right!" Lu Bei applauded Chu Ri, his eyes full of encouragement.
Chu Ri scratched his head, always feeling that the encouraging eyes and applause were a bit weird.
"Among the newcomers of Wan Jianzong this time, there is actually a guy with a sharp mouth." A disciple of the Promise Palace, whose hair is half bald and half braided with colorful ropes, leaned against the door and watched the scene in front of him. Surprised.
"That person has a Juren card hanging on his waist, and he has already passed the exam." Zhou Shengyu told the person in front of him the identity of the green-robed man.
Lu Bei raised his eyebrows, "Is Juren very good?"
"The minimum requirement for all officials in Lingyunzhou is to be a juren. Among the 30,000 scholars in the imperial examination held every three years, only 1,200 can win the provincial examination and become a juren. Everyone can be an official. You see The jade pen that he holds in his hand is a gift from the imperial court, it can be transformed into a tiger, and his cultivation should be in the foundation building stage."
Although Zhou Shengyu is only a talented scholar, he knows all the rules and powers of Confucianism.
"Cultural energy transforms tiger, is that the poem you mentioned?"
Lu Bei once heard the other party mention it once, but at that time the other party said that he could not write poetry, so he abandoned writing and followed the sword.
"Yes, it is said that the pen in the hands of a Jinshi can even make the finishing touch, turning a paper dragon into a real dragon."
Zhou Shengyu, who has only been a swordsman for half a year, talks about the past with yearning and disappointment on his face.
"Do poems have to be original? Don't they have to compose poems endlessly when they are fighting? The difficulty of cultivation is so high."
Lu Bei thinks about his level of education. Although he has recited a lot of classical Chinese and Tang poetry and Song poetry since he was a child, he can write on the spot by himself. According to his current brain that has not read a book for more than two years, he can only I can write doggerel and crooked poems.
"It's okay not to be original, but if you want to be admitted to Juren, you must have your own original poems that can transform your spirit."
It's not that just writing a poem with your eyes closed can make your culture go away.
Lu Bei also wrote this point in his small notebook, noting that if he wants to enter Confucianism, he must have enough literary level and self-cultivation.
It is specially stated not to be superstitious, especially the kind of superstition about the color of clothes is the most unacceptable, it is feudal dross!
The next few disciples in other sect camps saw Wan Jianzong coming, some were enthusiastic and some were indifferent, but none of them were as superstitious as the green robe juren before.
"In addition to the sect disciples guarding the place in the northwest all the year round, Lingyun Island also has three such places in the southeast, southwest, and northeast directions. There are also disciples from nearby sects guarding the area all the year round."
Chang Sandu immediately led them out of the camp, even those who don't like to talk should tell the newcomers some knowledge that all cultivators should know.
"These four places, is it because most monsters invade from these four corners?" Lu Bei asked.
"Yes, there will be monsters attacking the human world every day in these four seasons throughout the year." Chang Sandu replied.
There is no one to mend the sky, and there is no power to mend the sky. Only thousands of immortal cultivators are waiting here one generation after another.
Tens of thousands of years ago, there were only a small number of occasional invasions by monsters at that time, but now it has become a place where people need to be guarded for a long time and cannot leave a step.
"This problem is a bit serious."
Lu Bei looked up at the dark clouds soaked in ink above. Are there gaps one after another behind the clouds or what?
There must be no legend of Nuwa in the world of fairy tales. Even people on earth who are Nuwa have only heard of her repairing the sky once, and have never heard of her repairing the sky repeatedly.
Where can I find the remaining colorful stones?
Lu Bei put his head down again, staring straight ahead without any pressure or burden in his heart.
He is just a novice at the fourth level of Qi refining. The elders and teachers of the various sects must be looking for a solution to the problem of how to mend the sky.
"Here, this is where you will practice in the next month. Have you seen the Zaowang Mountain in front of you?"
Chang Sandu, who was walking in front of them, stopped suddenly, and motioned the seven people to look in the direction his finger pointed.
Everyone quickly looked and found that they had already walked out of the rear camps of the various sects. In front of them was an endless pile of chaotic rocks, and further ahead were countless broken swords, broken knives, double bows, big cauldrons, and scimitars under the sky... …These weapons were randomly inserted on a rocky mountain, stretching thousands of meters from top to bottom.
They stood silently on the stone mountain like this, shining with never-ending fighting spirit under the sunlight.
"These are the weapons of the immortal cultivators who died here. This mountain is called Zuowang Mountain. If I die here one day in the future, my weapons will also stay on this mountain, and so will you."
Chang Sandu looked in the direction of Zaowang Mountain and explained the origin of this mountain to them.
The seven people in the north of the road looked at the densely packed broken swords and knives on the stone mountain, and the fighting spirit on their faces made the hairs on the back of their necks stand on end.
The long sword held in the palm of his hand also seemed to feel this powerful and unyielding fighting spirit, and trembled uncontrollably, wanting to rush forward and fight now.
"The monsters that come down from the mountain have only one-tenth of their power. What you have to do is to practice swords with these monsters that have only one-tenth of their remaining power, and protect yourself. Don't let any monster break through here and enter Camp in the rear."
Chang Sandu stomped his feet, and the bluestone under his feet shattered, "This is the boundary!"
After he finished speaking, he drew his sword straight away, and flew towards the Zuowang Mountain, and the remaining seven people stood in this black-soiled plain, looking up at his back as he went away.
"Are we going to fly there too?" Li Xiaoming's hands were shaking nervously, looking at the back of Chang Sandu going away, he didn't know what to do for a while.
"Senior Brother Chang asked us to stay within this line, and didn't say that we should fly up together. Let's just wait."
Lu Bei shook his head and decided not to catch up.
He turned his head and glanced at the six people beside him, and then turned to look at the resting camps behind them.
There are many outer disciples from other sects coming here.
"Let's stand apart, and the distance between each person should be increased to ten meters, so that we can fight with our hands and feet freely."
"I'll stand here." Zhou Shengyu was the first to choose his own seat.
The other five newcomers, who were still hesitating, saw that he had already taken the lead in choosing a position, and subconsciously walked away, "Then I'll just stand here," Chu Ri said.
Li Xiaoming and the four of them stood apart by analogy.
As soon as the seven people stood up, they heard a loud sound of gold and stone colliding from Zuowang Mountain.
Immediately behind, a half-person-high black monster descended from the sky, rolled and roared on the spot, and rushed towards Li Xiaoming, who was closest to it.
Holding his long sword, Li Xiaoming stood there in a daze, not daring to move, watching the monster rushing towards him with its mouth full of sharp teeth.
Fifty meters, thirty meters, when there were only twenty meters left, Li Xiaoming looked at the monster that was getting closer and closer with trembling hands, and when there were only ten meters left, he saw the blood dripping from the saliva of this half-human tall monster. There is still something growing in the big mouth of the basin.
In the center of the huge tumor-like tongue, a skinned human head sits in it, with a pair of half-opened eyes, no nose, and a mouth that is also open and full of sharp teeth under the eyes, salivating. Watching him, wanting to devour him.
"Civet and mouse! Get out of the way!"
Lu Bei, who was standing on the other side, looked anxiously at Li Xiaoming who was standing still and forgot to fight back.
Raising the sword, he rushed over obliquely, and the long sword wrapped in spiritual power slanted upwards, while cutting the tongue that suddenly protruded from the monster's mouth and fell to the ground, Li Xiaoming, who fixed his legs on the ground with one foot, couldn't move. Kicked out.
"when!"
Lu Bei also rolled on the spot to avoid the giant palm of the monster, dodging the blow.
"It's so hard!" Lu Bei's right hand tore open the tiger's mouth directly. He didn't expect that this viscous-looking monster had skin harder than steel all over its body.
After he hit with all his strength just now, Xiaobai's rebounding force directly ripped him apart.
Lu Beigai held the sword in both hands, and raised his voice to remind the other six people, "It is as hard as iron, everyone be careful."
Zhou Shengyu, who was standing not far away, also rushed over just now. He pulled Li Xiaoming, who was raised by Lu Bei, from the ground. Seeing the dull expression on his face, he raised his hand and slapped him loudly, "Wake up!" Point! This is not an occasion for you to be in a daze!"
"We can't fight...we will die here!"
Before doing it, Li Xiaoming thought he could do it. He is a sword repairer of Wan Jianzong, and the sword repairer who is invincible is nothing but a monster.
But when the monster really jumped at him, he realized that his legs seemed to be firmly pressed to the ground. What was the first move of the supreme swordsmanship? Both his hand and his sword seemed to have forgotten this.
He didn't know how to avoid it at all, and he didn't know how to resist it.
"Leave him alone, the rest of the people come here and let's practice with this one first!" Lu Bei stared at the monster whose tongue had been cut off by him, and the other party had already focused all their attention on him .
"Small, you dare to come out to meet people when you are ugly like this. If I were you, I would find a vat to drown myself in the devil world, so as to save myself from becoming an existence that everyone shouts and beats me in the future! Let you experience the power of a true sword cultivator. "
I don't know if this monster was stimulated by Lu Bei's words, or simply because it was jealous of the appearance of human beings, it roared and rushed towards Lu Bei.
"It's just right!!"
Lu Bei, dressed in black with a sword in both hands, rushed forward without hesitation, "The white snake came out of the hole! I'll poke and poke! Where is your heart? Show me it!"
Lu Bei went up and stabbed more than a dozen swords in a row, all of them were on the opponent's hard skin like steel. Both hands were so shocked that blood was bleeding from the tiger's mouth, but he couldn't find this guy's heart that could kill with a single blow.
"I'm coming too!"
Zhou Shengyu left Li Xiaoming behind and besieged the monster with Lu Bei. Chu Ri and the others took a look at Li Xiaoming who was still sitting on the ground with a pale face, and Lu Bei who talked a lot with the monster over there.
Gritting their teeth, they all rushed over, surrounded the half-human tall monster, and the six of them jointly attacked the monster, which was said to have only one-tenth of its strength left.
Sitting on Wangshan Mountain, Chang Sandu silently looked at the six monsters chasing after each other in the distance. His eyes only stayed on Li Xiaoming for a moment, then he looked away without hesitation, and looked at the second monster. Only the remaining blood was left and rushed down the mountain.
What is a sword cultivator?
Holding a three-foot green front and a sword in hand, he moves forward bravely.
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