Junior Disciple C

Chapter 27 Old Dreams

"Brother, this mountain is so high!"

On the thousand-step stone ladder leading to the top of the mountain, Fang Yang took the lead and walked at the forefront, stopping from time to time to wait for the two people who were slowly behind.

As he walked, he looked around and marveled at the towering mountains.

This was Fang Yang's first time walking this stone ladder, and it was also the first time he had the opportunity to cross the natural barrier of the mountains and enter the inner gate of Lingxiao Sword Sect.

He was excited all the way, like a bouncing rabbit.

Feng Ye and Hao Chen actually climbed the mountain at a normal speed, but Fang Yang jumped too fast, so they felt that they were slow.

After he finished sighing, without waiting for the two people behind, he trotted out more than ten meters.

"Friend Feng Ye, your junior brother...is really energetic." Hao Chen commented as he looked at Fang Yang's back running away.

Obviously, not long ago, he cried into a ball because of the huge damage to his cultivation base, but now it seems like he has been on a stimulant.

"It's a young man after all..." Hao Chen couldn't help but sighed with a smile when he thought of this, it was just such a young man of fifteen or sixteen that had such vigor and vigor.

Feng Ye suddenly said out of nowhere: "Fellow Taoist Hao Chen...very old?"

Hao Chen paused with a smile on his face, old...he is indeed very old, as a great god of the living fossil level in the heavens, there are not many people who are older than him.

But he didn't want to admit it, especially in front of Feng Ye.

It made him look like an old cow eating young grass.

Although the relationship between him and Feng Ye was more innocent than that of tofu mixed with shallots, Hao Chen hadn't figured out whether his heartbeat accelerated at that moment when he saw Feng Ye standing on the ring.

If it is the latter...you must pay attention to the issue of age. It is okay to say that you are old, but absolutely not.

Older men can also be said to have a more mature charm, and old men will directly grow up for a generation. They are to be partners, not to recognize grandchildren.

But... Speaking of age... How much older is he than Feng Ye?

Thinking of this, Hao Chen replied tentatively: "Compared to Fang Yang, you and I are indeed quite old."

Feng Ye heard the temptation in Hao Chen's words, but he didn't deny it.After all, he is not as thick-skinned as Hao Chen, so he can pretend to be tender and shameless.

For Fang Yang, who was fifteen or sixteen years old, both himself and Hao Chen were countless times his age.

Feng Ye didn't continue this topic anymore, he only quickened his pace to climb the mountain, Fang Yang had already run so fast that he could hardly see his shadow.

Seeing that Feng Ye didn't speak anymore, Hao Chen didn't ask any more questions.Anyway, the future is long, as long as he lifts Feng Ye's vest, all doubts will be solved.

The two speeded up silently for a while, and finally saw Fang Yang who overtook too far.

Fang Yang was standing on the steps, but he was not waiting for them.He looked at the mountain wall not far from the stone steps, the mountain wall with the four characters "Ling Xiao Jian Zong" written on it.

These four characters were engraved extremely deep, so even after so many years, the wind, rain and sun have not polished the edges and corners of these four characters.

On the four large characters that occupy the entire mountain wall, each stroke is interrupted when it should be interrupted, never sloppy, and the strokes are harvested with a line, extremely sharp.

These four words are very eye-catching. Almost when they came to the foot of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, the first thing they noticed was these four words. Hao Chen just arrived that day, so it was like this.

Moreover, he also showed some disdain for the word "Ling Xiao".

Still, mortals, still delusional about Ling Xiao?

A fool's dream.

Different from the sarcasm inadvertently revealed at the corner of Hao Chen's mouth, Feng Ye was a little lost in thought as he looked at these four words.

"Brother, you are finally here!" Fang Yang noticed the two people behind him, and immediately stopped paying attention to these four words, but grinned his white teeth and greeted them.

The voice interrupted Feng Ye's thoughts. He walked up to Fang Yang and asked, "Why did you stop here?"

These four words can be seen every day, that is, people who come to Lingxiao Sword Sect for the first time will stop and take a look. People like him and Fang Yang have long been tired of seeing them.

Fang Yang scratched his head and said uncertainly: "When I came here just now, I seemed to...felt it...uh..."

He was a little short of words, and searched for the little ink in his belly to describe: "A very sharp feeling... By the way, it's a bit like the last sword you made in the afternoon competition, senior brother, which makes people want to retreat. The sharpness that followed."

Feng Ye raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, he looked at the mountain wall and then at Fang Yang, Fang Yang actually felt the remaining sword intent on the mountain wall, which was a bit unexpected.

Hao Chen, who was standing by the side, was also surprised that Fang Yang, such a dull idiot, actually noticed the sword intent.

That's right, sword intent.

The four large characters that occupy the entire mountain wall were carved out with swords.

Because of this, it left behind the master's unique sword intent, the sharp feeling as if the blade was pressed against the throat.

But because of the age, the sword intent on the handwriting has almost dissipated.Although both Feng Ye and Hao Chen discovered the little bit of sword intent remaining here the first time they came to Lingxiao Sword Sect.

But Fang Yang was able to find out, which really surprised the two of them for a moment.

But when you think about it carefully, it's understandable. After all, he has cultivated sword energy. Although Feng Ye led him to use it, and he can't fully control it himself, he has cultivated it anyway.

Sword Qi and Sword Intent are also things of the same origin. It is not surprising that Fang Yang is sensitive to this.

"Ah, it's getting dark, let's go!" Fang Yang said suddenly, looking at the darkening sky, the sharp feeling was only for a short moment, and he almost thought it was his own illusion.

But whether it is an illusion or not, there are more important things at the moment.

Earth-level magic weapon!There were little stars in Fang Yang's eyes, he had never seen an earth-level magic weapon before.No, don't talk about earth-level magical artifacts, he has never seen even magical artifacts.

After walking a short distance, he arrived at the Bingjia Pavilion. He was as happy as a mouse that fell into a rice bowl. There were countless magic weapons in it!

Fang Yang completely forgot about the sword intent, turned into a rabbit again, and ran away bouncing around.

Feng Ye looked at his back with some amusement, but stepped forward to keep up.Hao Chen followed closely behind.

The three of them are all in the Qi refining period, at least on the surface, so they can only walk up the mountain, unlike those fellow students who have established their foundations, who "swish, swish" and flew over their heads.

After walking for almost an hour, I finally arrived at the location of Bingjia Pavilion.

The Bingjia Pavilion is no different than the foot of the mountain. The management of personnel is extremely strict, and idlers are not even allowed to approach.

But there is only one person guarding the Bingjia Pavilion, an elderly deacon in the door, just like Deacon Zhang, during the foundation establishment period, because he felt that there was no hope of advancing, he took up such a idle job to idle around.

Before Feng Ye and the others went up the mountain, Deacon Zhang had introduced that the deacon guarding the Bingjia Pavilion was surnamed Zheng, and he was an old friend with him. As long as Hao Chen showed the token he gave, he would be able to pass through without any hindrance.

No matter how you look at it, the unreliable Deacon Zhang is very reliable in things that should not be reliable. When Deacon Zheng saw Hao Chen's clothes as an expatriate student, he immediately scolded Hao Chen to stop, but Hao Chen pushed the token out for a while. Dig, and then said the cause and effect.

Deacon Zheng stroked his beard and thought for a while, then turned around and opened the door of Bingjia Pavilion, and said to the three of them, "Come in."

Feng Ye: "..." Isn't it a little too casual?

Although he knew that this building, which appeared to be an ordinary building on the surface, was actually not ordinary. The inconspicuous place on the wall was engraved with a powerful defensive pattern, and the monks in the Nascent Soul stage could not break through it in a short time.

But he still couldn't understand Deacon Zheng's behavior of casually believing Hao Chen's words and letting him in.

He always felt that people from his school were a little too enthusiastic about Hao Chen, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Forget it, forget it for now, quickly pick a magic weapon and leave as soon as possible. Although this magic weapon is of no use to him, don't give it away for nothing.

Thinking of this, Feng Ye followed Deacon Zheng into the Bingjia Pavilion.

"So it's like this inside..." Fang Yang's tone was full of disappointment. He thought that he would see magical artifacts all over the ground as soon as he entered, but he didn't expect that there were piles of jade slips inside.

The jade slips were neatly placed on the shelves like books.Fang Yang just wanted to reach for one to see what was written on the jade slip, when he heard a stern reprimand.

"No touching!"

Deacon Zheng stared at Fang Yang's outstretched hand, and Fang Yang withdrew his hand embarrassingly.

Deacon Zheng glanced at the three of them again, and finally landed on Feng Ye, asking, "Are you here to fetch the earth-level magic weapon?"

Feng Ye took a step forward and affirmed, "It's me."

Deacon Zheng then turned around and went to a table near the door, took out a thick roll of roster, flipped it over and said, "I want to verify your identity, what's your name?"

"Feng Ye." Feng Ye replied honestly.

"Feng Ye..." Deacon Zheng muttered the name in his mouth, and the pages in his hand kept flipping, and then, when he turned to a certain page, he stopped.

He compared the portrait on the roster, then looked at Feng Ye's facial features, and after confirming that it was the same person, he was about to show Feng Ye the way to pick up the magic weapon, when he inadvertently glanced at Feng Ye's roster A line of fine print.

"Five spirit roots?" Deacon Zheng's tone was a little unbelievable.

The three of Feng Ye were a little puzzled, what happened to Wulinggen?Deacon Zheng was astonished as if he had discovered that Feng Ye was a counterfeit.

Deacon Zheng didn't find out, but finding out that Feng Ye was a Wulinggen was no less shocking than finding out that Feng Ye was a counterfeit.

The three looked at Deacon Zheng in a daze for a long time before Deacon Zheng recovered from the shock.He realized his gaffe, and explained: "Don't think too much, I'm not mocking you for your poor talent and low cultivation base."

Feng Ye: "..." If you don't tell me, I still don't think so.

"Alas..." Deacon Zheng sighed suddenly: "It seems that my Lingxiao Sword Sect is really in decline, and even recruited..." He glanced at Feng Ye when he spoke.

Feng Ye: "..." This is basically mocking his poor talent and low cultivation base.

Seeing that the more he explained, the more something went wrong, Deacon Zheng hurriedly added another sentence: "I'm really not mocking you, it's just..."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but sighed again: "The Lingxiao Sword Sect when I first started was one of the best sects in the cultivation world. With a talent like Wulinggen, there is absolutely no chance to get started."

"Aren't we one of the top factions now?" Fang Yang interjected.

"Now?" Deacon Zheng glanced at Fang Yang when he heard the words, and shook his head with a smile: "That is the scene you have never seen a hundred years ago. Wearing your Taoist robe of Lingxiao Jianzong, wherever you go, people will treat you like a guest of honor."

"Wow, is our sect that powerful?" Fang Yang's eyes lit up again. It turned out that the sect he joined was so strong.

However, he ignored a key word in Deacon Zheng's words - a hundred years ago.

All the glory and magnificence were nothing but a dream a hundred years ago.

A long-lost... dream of the sky.

"What happened a hundred years ago?" Hao Chen, who had been listening quietly, interrupted suddenly. Compared with Fang Yang, who was immersed in the joy of his sect being very powerful, he keenly noticed the real point.

Although he came to the mortal world not long ago, but after wandering around the mortal world for a month, he also knew that the current Lingxiao Sword Sect barely ranks among the top ten sects, a crane tail that will be squeezed out by the latecomers at any time.

What led to the decline of this super sect that was supposed to be the best in the world...to this point?

Somehow, Hao Chen had a feeling that this answer would have something to do with Feng Ye's presence here, and the reason why he himself came here.

When he was asking the question, he secretly took a look at Feng Ye, but he saw that Feng Ye, who was supposed to be as curious about the past as he was, had a slightly blank expression, his eyes were wandering aimlessly, but there was no real focus.

This is the look of being caught in memory.

He knew about the incident that led to the downfall of Ling Xiao Jianzong.Hao Chen suddenly realized this, and what's more...Feng Ye was the one who witnessed the incident a hundred years ago.

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