Chapter 21 Departure

Huan Yin didn't sleep all night yesterday. He was excited and nervous. Although he always said that he didn't care about the result of the martial arts competition and knew that he couldn't have any good performance, he still hoped that he could win face for his master and his sect.

Huan Yin took great care of himself, and then put on a water-blue Taoist robe and walked out. Duan Yun was already waiting for him on the platform. Huan Yin saw that his master was seeing him off, and he bowed to him: "Master, I'm leaving. Take care of yourself."

"Yin'er, you are going to train yourself. Don't fight for honor and don't have too much desire to win. Just don't be trapped in your heart. Have you remembered it?" Duan Yun saw Huan Yin's energetic appearance and patted him on the shoulder.

"Yes, Master, I will remember it!" Huan Yin answered seriously.

Duan Yun nodded, took out a bag and handed it to Huan Yin: "This storage bag contains some immortal supplies left by my Jiange. Make good use of it."

Huan Yin took the bag, bowed deeply to Duan Yun again, and then left.

The gathering place of the sect was on the platform outside the Wuliang Hall on the top of the main peak. When Huan Yin arrived, many fellow disciples had already come here, chatting in groups of three or five, and it looked very lively.

Huan Yin walked over and stood on the platform respectfully. No one greeted Huan Yin, he just stood there alone. Huan Yin was a "waste" in the eyes of his fellow disciples, who would have a relationship with a waste.

"Hey, look, that waste is also going to the martial arts competition, it's really funny, does he have any cultivation?"

"Oh, the first level of Qi Condensation, it's incredible. But does the first level of Qi Condensation have the courage to participate in the martial arts competition?"

Huan Yin was used to such ridicule, and also used to his miserable situation in the sect, and didn't care about these. He used his spiritual power to explore the storage bag and found that there were many spiritual stones, magic tools and items commonly used by cultivators.

Suddenly, a sword placed in the corner of the storage bag caught Huan Yin's attention. The sword was milky white, and there was a word "Jue" engraved on the sword. The sword was like a jade, with a warm and smooth feeling all over. If it wasn't in the shape of a sword, Huan Yin would not have thought of it as a sword.

Huan Yin was a little curious, but this was not the time to look closely, so he didn't think about it any more.

"Everyone, please be quiet!" After a while, the sect master and several elders came out of the Wuliang Hall.

The lively Taoist platform suddenly became quiet, and the sect master stood in front of the hall and said loudly: "Today is the day for you to go to Yijianfeng for a martial arts competition. You have practiced hard for a year, and now it is finally time to test the results. Outsiders say that my Wuliang Sect is a small sect with shallow skills. This trip to Yijianfeng is to ask you to use these "shallow" skills to fight the so-called masters of the other four sects. If you don't want what you have learned to be trampled on and despised by others, then show your blood and fight with all your strength. I hope you will live up to the expectations of the sect and show the prestige of my Wuliang Sect!"

"Show the prestige of my sect!" The disciples on the Taoist platform were infected by the words of the sect master and shouted loudly.

"Okay, please follow Master Ye!" The master said loudly again.

A female cultivator in white Taoist robes, about thirty years old, came out from beside the master. With a wave of her sleeves, a green boat appeared in the wind. In just a few breaths, a huge boat floated across the clouds in front of the Wuliang Palace, and it was as tall as the Wuliang Palace. It was the first time for the new disciples to see such a fairy method. They held their breath and were shocked.

Ye Qingyou lightly stepped on the ground, floated up, drew a beautiful white arc in the air, and then stood on the bow.

"Get on board!" Ye Qingyou's voice was as cold as her name.

"So, this is the fairy." Huan Yin murmured with a strong light in his eyes.

The disciples heard Ye Qingyou's call, and they boarded the boat excitedly, still gathering in groups of three or five. Huan Yin sat cross-legged at the stern, closed his eyes and meditated silently. He wanted to adjust his state to the best.

After a while, Huan Yin heard a whistling sound, which was occasionally mixed with the exclamations of the disciples around him. Huan Yin opened his eyes and saw that the huge ship he was on was riding the wind and flying in the air. There were thick white clouds under the huge ship, and the huge ship seemed to be floating on the clouds, which made all the disciples excited.

"The cultivation of Master Ye is unfathomable, which really opened my eyes. It would be great if I could be her disciple."

"I heard that Ye Qingyou is the only female master in the sect. She is cold and alone, and she does not accept disciples."

"Ah, Master Ye has such a personality? What a pity."

Huan Yin heard the whispers of several disciples next to him, and suddenly became curious about Ye Qingyou. He turned his head to look at Ye Qingyou at the bow, but saw that she just turned her eyes away from him.

"Was he looking at me just now?" Huan Yin thought with some surprise.

For a long while, Ye Qingyou did not turn her head again, but just stood quietly at the bow.

"How is that possible?" Huan Yin laughed at himself, and then closed his eyes again.

About an hour later, Huan Yin heard the disciples around him begin to get excited.

"Wow, is that Yijian Peak? It's really hard to describe it in words!"

"No wonder it's the largest sect in Yangzhou, incredible."

When Huan Yin opened his eyes, their huge ship had already descended below the clouds. In the distance, a huge peak stood majestically above the earth, towering into the clouds. The bottom of the mountain was thin, and it went straight into the clouds from bottom to top, like the blade of a sword; the mountain below the clouds suddenly became thicker, just like a sword guard; the entire Yijian Peak was like a giant sword of heaven and earth inserted upside down on the earth, showing its domineering meaning.

"I heard that this Yijian Peak is so high that you can't see the top. Only a small part is below the clouds. If a mortal climbs this peak, he can't climb it all his life."

"I heard from my master that the part above the clouds of Yijian Peak is inhabited by the sect's great cultivators, and most ordinary sect disciples only move around in the mountains below the clouds."

"No wonder my Wuliang Sect is the weakest sect in Yangzhou. Today, I came here and saw the authentic sect of the immortal sect."

"Junior brother, disaster comes from the mouth!"

"Before you arrive, you have been overwhelmed by the momentum of the enemy's mountain. What else can you compete with?" Ye Qingyou's voice suddenly came over, breaking up the discussions of the disciples.

When the disciples heard this, they all fell silent. However, although many disciples did not say anything, the vigor they had when they set out from the sect had receded a lot.

Huan Yin did not say a word from beginning to end, but just silently looked at the majestic peak in the distance, and a flame slowly ignited in his chest.

"Fight!" This word seemed to be inspired by the momentum of the giant peak in the distance, and it echoed in Huan Yin's heart for a long time.

Ye Qingyou looked at Huan Yin in surprise, not knowing what he was thinking, and turned his head away.

Finally, the boat slowly landed at the foot of Yijian Peak.

The gate of Yijian Peak is located under the cliff at the foot of the mountain. Looking up from the gate, the huge rock covers the top, as if hanging in the air, giving people a sense of oppression. In front of the gate, a clear spring flows quietly downstream, and the spring water is very clear. Next to the clear spring stands a stone tablet with three big characters "Huanjian Creek" written on it.

The gate of Yijianfeng is said to be made of rocks collected from the top of the mountain. It is hard to tell what kind of stone it is. The gate is dark green with a little blue-gray color, and it looks like a long sword breaking out of the ground. On the left and right sides of the gate, it is written: One mountain, one sect, occupying four parts of the Taoist tradition in Yangzhou; one person, one sword, sweeping away nine parts of the world in Shenzhou. The words show the intention of looking down on the world and the momentum of competing with others. In Yangzhou, only Jianfeng has such a spirit.

Under the leadership of Ye Qingyou, the disciples of Wuliangmen got off the boat. In front of the gate of Yijianfeng stood a team of disciples wearing white Taoist robes with a gray sword-shaped pattern on their cuffs. These disciples all had a long sword on their backs, and there was nothing else on their bodies. It was really as written on the gate, "one person, one sword", very chic. When the Wuliangmen boat stopped, this team of disciples came to meet them. The leader was a handsome young man, about 20 years old. He walked quickly to Ye Qingyou and bowed, saying politely: "Hello, Master Ye. I am Xu Jian, the disciple, and I am here to welcome Master Ye and fellow Wuliangmen disciples by the order of the sect."

"Where are the elders in your sect?" Ye Qingyou saw that only a junior came out to greet him, and his expression was a little unhappy.

The young man was embarrassed when he heard Ye Qingyou ask this question, and bowed again and said: "Master Ye is communicating with fellow disciples from the other four sects. Master Ye, I am sorry for the neglect."

The words of this young disciple were very pleasant to hear, and the etiquette was very thoughtful, but it was the first time that Ye Qingyou encountered a fellow disciple from the guest sect who was not personally greeted by a person at the level of the sect elder. You should know that all the previous martial arts competitions for newcomers were led by people at the level of the sect elder, and the host sect naturally let people like the sect elders of the sect go out to greet them, which was in accordance with etiquette. This time, the Wuliangmen arrived, but it was actually led by a young disciple to greet them. Yijianfeng clearly took advantage of the weakness of the Wuliangmen and deliberately neglected them.

Ye Qingyou was a little angry, but when she looked back and saw her disciples in the sect looking terrified at the foot of Yijianfeng Mountain, she sighed helplessly.

"Let's go, take me in." Ye Qingyou's tone returned to calm.

"Please!" The disciple named Xu Jian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Ye Qingyou didn't say anything more.

After Huan Yin got off the boat, he heard the conversation between Ye Qingyou and Xu Jian from a distance. Although Huan Yin didn't know the relationship between the various sects, he still saw some clues and sighed slightly in his heart. He had heard that the Wuliang Sect where he was was the last in Yangzhou, but he had been in the sect all day long and didn't have any experience. Today, he went out to see that it was indeed the case.

It is said that Wuliang Sect has many miscellaneous techniques, but none of them is good. Could it be that what he has learned is really a low-level technique that is not in the eyes of other sects? I don't know what it will be like when fighting in the martial arts competition.

Huan Yin clenched his fist and followed the team into the mountain gate of Yijianfeng.

Sorry, the update is a little late, and I will try to avoid it in the future.