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The "Heavenly List" was not only a necessary procedure for the registration of the outer disciples, but also the first test of the trial. The requirement was simple. The so-called Heavenly List was just a stone tablet, which was suspended above the gate about 20 feet high. The outer disciples used the Ebony Edgeless Sword to carve their names on the stone tablet, and it was considered a success. But if you looked carefully, this rule was hidden. The gate was 20 feet high, and those who were not good at Lightness Skill could not touch it at all.
And the time that one could stay in the air was only for a moment. To carve one's name in this moment, it required extremely fast sword skills, and to use the Ebony Edgeless Sword to carve one's name on the heavy stone tablet, it was impossible to do without profound Zhen Yuan. Ten candidates took turns to try, but only one or two out of ten could pass. Most of them were full of sadness and dispiritedness, and went down the mountain.
Looking at the performance of the outer sect disciples, the chief examiner, Instructor Li, also secretly shook his head, completely unable to lift his spirits. Although Instructor Li's cultivation was not high enough to be an elder in the sect, he had been a Sword Master in front of the palace for fifty years, teaching countless disciples in front of the palace, and even the current sect leader had learned swordsmanship from him. His ability to read people was one of the best in the sect, but until now, there were not many people among the outer sect disciples who could make his eyes light up.
"Master!" Seeing that Instructor Li was distracted, the assisting disciple next to him reminded him. Instructor Li looked at the name list in front of him, and found that all ten names had been bought by the red pen, and no one in the group had passed the test. He could not help but sigh in his heart. The Heavenly List, not to mention the direct disciples, even the ordinary disciples could do it. Such a simple thing was actually difficult for a group of outer disciples. It was really worse than the previous one. Although he was thinking about it, he still had to do what he should do. Instructor Li forced himself to stay awake and opened the name list of the next group.
"Lu Renjia."
"Here!"
"Soldier Song II."
"Here!"
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"Nan Ba."
"Here!" “
"Ying Feiyang." "Ying Feiyang!" Instructor Li pointed again, but still no one responded. "Ying Feiyang!" Instructor Li pointed again, but still no one responded.
"Ying Feiyang!" Instructor Li's tone revealed a sense of helplessness. He circulated his zhenqi and roared. The vermillion brush in his hand was ready to cross off the name.
"Here!" A clear voice came from the mountain gate. The voice was soft and not noisy, as if it was right next to one's ear, but it faintly covered Instructor Li's roar. A confident and unrestrained figure, as swift as the wind, flew over everyone's head. When the voice started, it was still at the mountain gate, but before the voice died away, it was already in front of them. The rapid figure did not slow down, but stopped abruptly. The person's movements were as smooth as moving clouds and flowing water, without the slightest embarrassment.
"Ying Feiyang is here!" Ying Feiyang smiled apologetically at Instructor Li, but his expression was naturally free and confident.
Instructor Li pointed at a point on the name list and saw Ying Feiyang's face clearly. His spirit was shaken, and he didn't blame Ying Feiyang for being late. With a stroke of his pen, he drew the red dot on the name list into an important red circle.
His face remained calm, and he nodded and said, "Line up and go there to get the sword."
The Edgeless Ebony Sword was heavy in his hand, just like an iron sword. But it was a wooden sword after all, and it had no edge, so it was not easy to carve a name on the stone. Ying Feiyang played with the sword in his hand a few times, but the young man in front, who was Nan Ba, turned his head and said, "Your name is Ying Feiyang, right? You are quite arrogant. You were almost late for the Heaven List. Did you oversleep?"
"No, I went down the mountain to buy wine first, but I didn't expect it to be my turn so soon."
Nan Ba was surprised and praised, "You didn't forget to buy wine at this time. You are really calm!"
Ying Feiyang said with a smile, "You don't know, the wine of Yiyun Restaurant at the foot of the mountain is clear at the top and turbid at the bottom. The color of the wine on the top is clear and transparent, and the taste is refreshing and smooth, so it is called Sanqing wine. It is usually sold out in the morning, and if you come late, you can only buy the turbid wine at the bottom. Although the turbid wine is strong enough, it is too rough and not worth mentioning." After saying that, he gently opened the gourd as if showing off, and the fragrance of wine overflowed.
Nan Ba closed his eyes, sniffed greedily, and said, "This is the wine that is steamed and brewed three times. No wonder it tastes so fragrant. If you didn't tell me, I would have almost missed such a good wine. Thank you in advance."
Ying Feiyang was surprised, "Senior Brother Nan also knows wine?"
"Of course. When I have no teeth, I drink wine like milk. How about this, you share a mouthful of wine with me, and I will teach you a good way to pass. "
Ying Feiyang said with a smile, "If you want to drink, I can give you the whole gourd. Anyway, the time is earlier than I expected. I can go back and buy it after the trial is over. As for the shortcut, there is no need for it."
Nan Ba immediately patted Ying Feiyang's shoulder as if he was an experienced person. He said, "Looking at what you did just now, I know your Lightness Skill is not bad. But don't be careless. The Celestial List is not as simple as Lightness Skill. If you don't believe me, look!" Nan Ba pouted. At this time, it was Lu Renjia's turn. Lu Renjia shouted and jumped up to the same level as the Celestial List. The ebony sword in his hand danced, and the sound of gold and iron clashing could be heard. In a flash, the two characters of Lu Renjia were formed, and only the word "Xi" was carved at the top. Lu Renjia was already out of strength. He could only draw a white mark on the ground and fell from the sky.
Nan Ba shook his head and sighed, "What a pity. This Lu Renjia's Kung Fu is not bad, but he is unlucky. He had such a complicated name, so he couldn't finish writing it. How can he be compared to me, Nan Ba? Simple! Loud! "As he said this, he gave a thumbs up, which made Ying Feiyang not know whether to laugh or cry.
As for Soldier Song Yi, his swordsmanship was not swift and fierce enough. Before he could even carve the word "Bing" halfway, his body could not stop falling. A few more people failed and left the arena dejectedly. Seeing that it was Nan Ba's turn, Nan Ba said proudly, "See? It's not easy to get a name. We are fated. I also like you, so I won't be greedy for that mouthful of wine of yours. Watch from behind me and learn from Brother Ba's methods."
"Next, Nan Ba!" Coach Li read.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Nan Ba jogged forward, not forgetting to look back at Ying Feiyang. He saw that Nan Ba was standing at the bottom of the gate tower. Suddenly, he took a deep breath and leaped up like a sky-piercing cannon. His momentum was extraordinary. Then, he moved his wrist slightly, and with a few ear-piercing sounds of friction, he carved his name on the Celestial List.
"Nan Ba." The name had to be light and small, crouching on the bottom right corner of the stone tablet like a fly. The trial only required one to carve one's name, but it did not specify how big the name had to be. By carving the name small, it saved both effort and time, but it was also a trick. Although Nan Ba was shameless, he still passed the test. Instructor Li rolled his eyes and grumpily said, "Pass. Next, Ying Feiyang."
"See how Brother Ba did it? He concentrated his strength on his fingers and wrists and wrote smaller words," Nan Ba whispered to Ying Feiyang.
Ying Feiyang shook his head and said, "Brother Nan, did you use the Kun Hou Swordsmanship just now?"
"Not bad. You can tell the swordsmanship I used just by looking at the movement of my wrists. You have good eyes!"
Nan Ba praised him again and wanted to give him a few more advice, but Ying Feiyang had already stepped forward. He spun the wooden sword in his hand and chanted in a low voice, "There is a fish in the Northern Underworld called Kun. The size of Kun is thousands of miles long." Ying Feiyang chanted as he walked. His footsteps were light and slow, but the airflow around him was moving in all directions. It was as if the empty square was suddenly filled with air and squeezed out. The morning sun shone through the suddenly narrow gate, leaving a long shadow behind Ying Feiyang. Nan Ba felt that with every step Ying Feiyang took, his figure grew several times larger. Every step he took seemed to trample the gate under his feet. It was as if there was an ancient giant beast sealed in Ying Feiyang's body that was about to break out at this moment!
"It transformed into a bird called Peng. The back of a Peng is thousands of miles long!" With a stomp, Ying Feiyang soared straight up as if he had grown a pair of wings on his back. The airflow around him surged outward like a tide, as if he had stirred up a monstrous wave with each leap.
"Swish, swish, swish!" Accompanied by the whale-like sound, Ying Feiyang's long sword moved horizontally and vertically, as if it was going to split heaven and earth and split Yin and Yang. A strong and unruly sword intent permeated the air. Everyone present was attracted by it and looked up at the handsome figure. Even Instructor Li's turbid old eyes flashed with a touch of surprise. [Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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If there was a book, it would be long; if there was no book, it would be short. The words were carved in the blink of an eye. After Ying Feiyang slowly landed on the ground, the stone chips fell like snow, revealing three proud and outstanding characters — Ying Feiyang. The three characters were so large that they occupied half of the stone tablet, pushing all the other names to the side. The characters were casual, but the turning point of the strokes was full of sharpness, as if they were alive, tearing the shackles of the stone tablet and rushing to the Ninth Heaven!
"Good characters, good sword intent!" Instructor Li's eyes lit up, and he praised loudly as if he had picked up a treasure. The voices of the people present were already in an uproar as they discussed Ying Feiyang's background. For a time, Ying Feiyang's name was like everyone was talking about it, rising and falling.
Ying Feiyang smiled and bowed to Instructor Li. Then he walked to Nan Ba, who was stunned, and said, "Brother Nan, since you like me, I will also say something. The sword intent of Kun Hou Swordsmanship was taken from Zhuangzi's Free and Unfettered Tour. The Roc spans ninety thousand, the water hits three thousand, the cloud ends, and the blue sky bears. This is Kunpeng. Kunpeng is the most unruly giant beast in the world. The will of Kunpeng is detached from everything, unrestrained, free and unfettered. Brother Nan, in order to be opportunistic, you bound your own hands and feet. How can you exert the sword intent of Kun Hou Swordsmanship? If you are not willing to change your character, you'd better change your swordsmanship! "
His words directly hit the heart. Nan Ba was stunned. His eyes were full of confusion, but he seemed to understand something.
"You're right. He really doesn't deserve to use the swordsmanship of Lingxiao Sword Principle." With a malicious taunt, an arrogant figure brushed past Nan Ba. Nan Ba's palm missed, and the ebony sword in his hand was snatched away by that person before he could even react. Nan Ba stretched out his hand to stop that person, but that person was so fast that he could only touch a broken afterimage.
"Ren Jiuxiao!" Some of the disciples present recognized the person and couldn't help shouting. When the disciples who were maintaining order saw him charging over, they wanted to stop him, but Ren Jiuxiao did not change direction, and only increased his speed to break out of their encirclement, and went straight for the Heaven List. His body brought with it a sharp wind that broke through the air, and like an arrow, he shot up into the sky with the determination of an arrow that would not return.
Ren Jiuxiao leaped to the front of the Celestial List. The sword light flashed in the air, and the sharp Qi cut the morning light into pieces. With a clang, countless swords had been sent out. The sword light only flashed for a moment and then stopped in the blink of an eye. Ren Jiuxiao didn't fall, but rushed up again and stood on the gate like a god. Ren Guang cast his shadow on the raised faces of the disciples below.
"Pretentious, you didn't even carve a picture …" The slate was still smooth, and there were no new sword marks on it. When an outer sanctum disciple mocked him indignantly, Ren Jiuxiao nimbly turned around. As he stomped his feet, the stone chips on the smooth slate were stirred up, and five big words appeared above Ying Feiyang's name.
"Ren Jiuxiao swore to lose — Ying Feiyang." The crowd read the words together, and then there was an uproar. They all turned to look at Ying Feiyang and secretly wondered what kind of person Ying Feiyang was. How could he be targeted by the genius disciple of the head of the sect?
Ying Feiyang ignored the crowd and said to Ren Jiuxiao: "What a good Sun Shooting Swordsmanship. It's really suitable to use the Golden Crow's Arrow to hunt the Kunpeng. But when did you change your name to 'Ren Jiuxiao swore to lose'? I've heard that all masters are famous for not losing and seeking to lose. Brother Ren's name is a bit like that of a master. You're really a weirdo in the sword, and your idea is beyond our reach! "
When the audience heard this, they burst into laughter. Ren Jiuxiao's face revealed anger, but it flashed past, and he said calmly: "If you still rely on your mouth to use the sword, there's no harm in letting you say a few more words."
"Ren Jiuxiao, this is a trial for outer disciples. What are you doing here?" Seeing his arrogance, Instructor Li was unhappy and raised his voice.
Ren Jiuxiao didn't change his arrogance. He still didn't come down from the gate. He just nodded slightly and said: "My sword was broken. Master allowed me to find another sword at the Sharp Sea Sword Purification Conference."
"What does Master want to do? Given Ren Jiuxiao's character, how many outer disciples can pass the Sharp Sea Sword Purification Conference?" Instructor Li was suspicious, but since Master had agreed, there was no room for him to say anything. He swung his sleeves, suppressed his displeasure, and didn't say anything.
"That's a pity. I'm afraid Master's disciple will go back empty-handed." Ying Feiyang saw that Instructor Li was unhappy, so he wanted to provoke Ren Jiuxiao.
Ren Jiuxiao knew that Ying Feiyang was good at talking, so he didn't argue with him. He just said proudly: "I hope you can do what you say." Then he raised his hand. The ebony sword drew a straight line in the air and shot toward Nan Ba like black lightning.
"I'll return the sword to you!"
Nan Ba looked serious. Although the sword hadn't arrived, the whistling sound and the sharp wind had cut his face. Nan Ba didn't dare to be careless. He used all his strength to hold the sword hilt like an iron pincer. In his hand, the sword felt like a mad dragon shaking its head and shaking its tail, trying to struggle out of his hand. Although he was slick and unscrupulous, his Kung Fu was among the best among the outer disciples. Then the strength in his hand turned into a soft force, which wrapped around the mad dragon like a dense net. The mad dragon immediately lowered its head and stopped moving.
Nan Ba also slowly withdrew his strength. At the moment when he withdrew his strength, the sword was reborn with strength, like a mad dragon entering the water, setting off thousands of feet of waves. Ren Jiuxiao's kung fu was called "Water Dragon Roar". This move contained changes, and there was strength in strength. At first, it was like a mad dragon shaking the pass, hard and fierce. After blocking the first wave of strength, it could be reborn with soft force, like a dragon entering the sea, setting off endless waves.
The strength surged like tides and waves, and each wave was stronger than the previous one. Nan Ba only felt that he was like a drifting boat in a torrent, unable to resist. The oil on his hand was scratched, with a burning pain. His heels were unsteady, and he was about to be sent flying by the sword.
At this time, Ying Feiyang put one hand on Nan Ba's shoulder. It was just a light touch, but the raging Qi seemed to be pulled, and the raging waves swept towards him. Ying Feiyang stood still, but the Qi dissipated like a stream flowing into the sea.
"Ha, this is worth fighting." Ren Jiuxiao chuckled, then turned around and leaped from the gate to the Lingtian Pavilion like a big bird, leaving the people below the gate to see his proud back.
"Thank you, Brother Ying." Nan Ba's face turned red. Half of it was because he had exerted too much force, causing his Qi and blood to surge. Half of it was because he was ashamed. Fortunately, Ying Feiyang had helped him out of the predicament. Otherwise, if he had really been sent flying by this sword, he would have completely lost face. But what made him even more ashamed was that, as Ying Feiyang said, his Kun Hou Swordsmanship was really wrong. Just now, whether it was Ying Feiyang or Ren Jiuxiao, regardless of the sword moves they used, their sword intent was the essence. Whether it was the freedom of the Kun Hou Swordsmanship or the decisiveness of the Shooting Sun Swordsmanship, they had exerted it incisively and vividly. Thinking back to his proud little trick, he really felt that it was ridiculous.
Looking at the names of Ying Feiyang and Ren Jiuxiao hanging high on the Celestial List, and then looking at the two words Nan Ba squeezed in the corner, "Am I destined to be an inconspicuous small character next to them?" Nan Ba lowered his head and asked himself, but his nails had been unwillingly pinched into his palm.
The Celestial List was hanging high. Today, how many people would soar to the sky?
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