Chapter 2148 A Hundred Years Later

Time flies, and the years pass by like a shuttle.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed since the appointment at Piaomiao Mountain.

In a hundred years, the world has changed drastically. In the secular world, it is enough for dynasties to change, but for some cultivators, it may just be a flick of a finger...

In Wushuang City, in the Empty Valley, Liang Yan was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed and concentrating.

He was wearing a gray robe, his long hair was tied up casually, and the breeze blew, and his sleeves fluttered.

The air around him seemed to solidify, and it was so quiet that only his slight breathing could be heard.

Suddenly, Liang Yan changed a spell, and placed his hands flat on his knees, palms facing up, as if he was receiving the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

As he breathed in and out, the spiritual energy around him began to surge slowly, like a small stream, gathering from all directions.

In a blink of an eye, these spiritual energies formed a faint vortex around him, as if hundreds of rivers returned to the sea, and continuously injected into his body.

Every pore on Liang Yan's body was greedily absorbing the spiritual energy.

This situation lasted for seven days and seven nights, until he sucked up all the spiritual energy around him, and the strange phenomenon in the valley slowly dissipated.

"Huh..."

Liang Yan exhaled a breath of turbid air and slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were extremely deep, like an ancient well and a cold pond. At this time, his consciousness looked inward, and after carefully checking it, a smile appeared on his face.

"Finally, the practice is complete." Liang Yan murmured to himself.

Since the Nine Saints killed the demon, he has been practicing in Wushuang City for more than a hundred years.

Until now, his cultivation can no longer increase, and he vaguely feels that the bottleneck. He must pass the seventh difficulty before he can continue to practice...

"A hundred years is really not a short time!" Liang Yan sighed softly.

You know, the cultivation speed of Juetian Daoji is faster than that of Tianlinggen. Before passing the second disaster, he only needs fifty or sixty years to complete his practice.

But after passing the second disaster, Liang Yan clearly felt that the difficulty of cultivation increased sharply!

Even though he had the Absolute Heavenly Dao Foundation and the vast resources of Wushuang City, it took him more than a hundred years to complete his cultivation, which was twice as long as before.

If it were an ordinary cultivator in the Huajie Realm, it would take at least three hundred years to cultivate from the second disaster to the seventh difficulty!

"It is true that the higher you go in cultivation, the harder it is..."

Liang Yan thought to himself, then stretched out his right hand and silently calculated.

"Hmm... There is no movement in the heaven-man induction. It seems that the seventh difficulty has not come so soon, but I have to prepare early to prevent any accidents."

If you want to deal with disasters, the best way is to improve your own means.

However, with Liang Yan's current sword cultivation, it is difficult to improve in the Antarctic Fairyland...

"Dongyun Lingzhou..."

Liang Yan remembered what the angry monk said before he left.

"The origin of sword cultivation? It makes me a little curious... I wonder what the sword cultivation they practice looks like, can I learn from it?"

Thinking of this, Liang Yan's eyes showed a hint of excitement.

He has always been diligent in exploring the way of the sword, and a strong desire for knowledge is pushing him forward.

There are too many questions to be answered!

For example: How is the sword heart that others have realized different from my own?

Another example: What realm is beyond the sword heart?

Another example: What is the method for sword cultivators to become saints?

...

This series of questions is like a door to the unknown, Liang Yan can't wait to push it open and explore the scene behind the door.

Thoughts turned in his mind, and after a long time, Liang Yan took a deep breath.

"In a blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed. Now, Wushuang City is on the right track in all aspects, and with Xiao Kunlun's alliance agreement, there should be no problem."

"Perhaps, it's time to continue my journey of seeking the way."

...

Three days later, Wushuang City, outside the Fengyun Palace.

A bear-eared girl with a delicate and innocent look stood in the center of the square, looking left and right from time to time, as if waiting for something.

After a while, suddenly two escape lights broke through the air and flew over, and landed on the square in a blink of an eye.

The light of escape faded away, revealing two beautiful young women, one in white, the other in a Taoist robe. The former was gentle and graceful, while the latter was somewhat dashing.

Both women had the cultivation of the late Tongxuan stage, and the sword intent was surging around them, which made them look very good.

Strangely, the girl with bear ears was only at the peak of the Jindan realm, but the two women were very respectful when they saw her, and almost bowed at the same time and said, "Hello, senior sister!"

The girl with bear ears waved her hands hurriedly: "Oh, I'm not used to you guys, just call me 'Yue'er'."

The two women looked at each other and smiled: "You can call me that at ordinary times, but today we are in front of the master, so we can't mess it up."

"This... okay." The girl with bear ears nodded helplessly.

During the conversation, four more lights of escape flew from a distance and soon landed on the square.

They were four men, a bald man, an elegant man, and two high-spirited teenagers who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Hello, senior sister!" The four saluted at the same time.

The bear-eared girl was treated respectfully by so many people, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. She touched her head and smiled innocently: "Hello, fellow apprentices!"

The Taoist robe woman smiled: "More than a hundred years have passed, and the senior sister is still so shy."

"Okay, don't make fun of the senior sister."

The white-clothed woman poked her, and then said softly: "Everyone is here, let's go in to see the master?"

"Yes."

The bear-eared girl nodded repeatedly.

Under her leadership, everyone walked into the Fengyun Palace one after another.

I saw that the furnishings in the hall were extremely simple, with only a few pillars on which the wind and clouds were surging, and seven futons placed on the ground.

Sitting at the back of the main hall is a man in gray clothes. He is tall and straight, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He is Liang Yan!

The moment they saw him, seven people knelt down and saluted at the same time.

"Meet the Master!"

"Everyone, get up." Liang Yan said calmly.

"Thank you Master!"

The seven people stood up slowly and stood with their hands down in the hall, showing great respect.

Liang Yan glanced at the disciples, nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Yes, you have not neglected your training recently, especially Li Mobai and Leng Kuangsheng. You two have made rapid progress. I am very pleased to be my teacher."

After receiving his praise, Li Mo's white eyebrows danced with joy, and his joy was beyond words.

Although Leng Kuangsheng's expression didn't change much, there was still a hint of excitement in the depths of his eyes.

"Calculate the time, you have been learning swordsmanship from me for more than a hundred years."

Liang Yan sighed with emotion and said slowly: "I've called you here today. I plan to arrange your seats for the teacher, and at the same time, I will officially accept the named disciples among you as my disciples."

As soon as these words came out, except for Xiong Yuer and Li Xiran, the other five people showed surprise.

Although they were all regarded as Liang Yan's disciples, only Xiong Yuer and Li Xiran were the actual disciples, and the other five were only registered disciples.

The so-called registered disciples actually need to be assessed. If the master is not satisfied, the registered disciple will not be accepted as a disciple.

Therefore, when they heard that Liang Yan was going to officially take them into his sect, Li Mobai and the other five people couldn't help but be extremely excited.

This proves that they have been approved by Liang Yan!

The man in front of me is the Lord of Wushuang City, known as the "Immortal Sword Immortal"!

Thinking of this, the five people bowed down at the same time and kowtowed three times to Liang Yan.

Liang Yan smiled slightly: "From today on, Bai Qingruo, Gu Xingyun, Luo Tianxiang, Li Mobai, and Leng Kuangsheng, you five are all my disciples. There is no need for complicated etiquette to join my sect, just follow your heart."

After saying that, with a slight flick, all five people stood up.

"Scheduling seats today..."

Liang Yan looked around at the crowd and pointed at the first futon on the left: "Xiong Yue'er, you sit in the chief seat."

"Yes, Master."

Xiong Yue'er lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, acting a little reserved.

But the people present were not surprised at all. They all smiled and watched her take the first seat.

"Li Xiran, you sit on the second futon." Liang Yan said again.

"I will obey my master's orders!"

Li Xiran raised his hands in salute, then flashed and sat behind Xiong Yuer'er.

"Li Mobai and Leng Kuangsheng, although you two have been practicing Taoism for the shortest time, you have already become my disciples in your previous life. Please sit on the third and fourth futons."

"Thank you Master!"

Li Mobai and Leng Kuangsheng saluted at the same time, and then sat down respectively.

"Bai Qingruo, you are the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Snake Valley. You have been practicing swordsmanship under my sect for many years without any merit. Please sit on the fifth futon."

"Yes, Master."

Bai Qingruo spoke softly and slowly sat on the fifth futon.

"Gu Xingyun and Luo Tianxiang, you two were my disciples during my training. You have been practicing with me for the shortest time, so you can take the last two seats."

Gu Xingyun and Luo Tianxiang raised their hands at the same time and said: "I will obey my master's orders!"

At this point, the seats under Liang Yan's family have been arranged. From the first seat to the last seat, they are Xiong Yuer, Li Xiran, Li Mobai, Leng Kuangsheng, Bai Qingruo, Gu Xingyun, and Luo Tianxiang.

These seven people all belong to the first generation of disciples.

"Li Xiran, your master Qing Chi Sword has helped you improve it, and it is no longer the same as before."

As Liang Yan spoke, he pointed with his hand, and a flash of blue light fell in front of Li Xiran.

Li Xiran looked overjoyed!

She took over her natal flying sword and felt that the sword was light and sharp, with infinite changes in the palm of her hand. Once it was used to kill people, it would be unstoppable!

"Thank you, Master, for helping me recast the sword pill!" Li Xiran said with a happy face.

Liang Yan smiled slightly, waved his sleeves, and five more sword lights appeared in the air.

"Li Mobai, Leng Kuangsheng, I have slightly improved your flying swords. Based on the previous life, the names will not change. Let's still call them 'Moxuan Sword' and 'Soul-stealing Killing Intent Sword'."

"Gu Xingyun, my master added one yuan of heavy water and star meteorite iron to your 'Suppression of Evil', which is exactly in line with your swordsmanship. The heavy sword has no edge, and it is ingenious and ingenious."

"Bai Qingruo, I took Ling Xiao's natal flying sword for my master and helped you reforge the sword pill. Let's call it the 'Spirit Snake Sword' from now on."

"Luo Tianxiang, you have a straightforward temperament and are not suitable for too many clever changes. From now on, you will follow me to practice Thunder Sword. I will help you mix this sword with the 'Five Thunder Stones' from Shenxiao Mountain so that you can use it in the future."

Liang Yan sent the five flying swords to his disciples. All five of them were smiling and excited.

Even Leng Kuangsheng, who had always been serious about his words and expressions, couldn't let go of his natal flying sword and regarded it as a treasure.

"Those who have not yet mastered Jianwan must work harder." Liang Yu said with emphasis.

After hearing this, Li Mobai, Leng Kuangsheng and Luo Tianxiang immediately raised their hands and said: "Master, don't worry, we will practice diligently and never let down Master's high expectations!"

"Um."

Liang Yan nodded slightly, and then his eyes fell on Xiong Yuer'er.

"Xiao Yue'er, what improvements do you think my master made to your flying sword?"

"Well... Master must have arranged it for me, so I don't need Yue'er to worry about it!" Xiong Yue'er said with a silly smile.

"You're such a tough guy!"

Liang Yan cursed with a smile, flicked his sleeve, and a pure gold flying sword instantly appeared in the air.

Everyone looked at it intently, and saw that the sword was extremely thick, as if it was as heavy as a ten thousand stone, and it was so strong that it could not be cast!

The strangest thing is that in such a thick sword light, there is a golden cicada phantom surrounding it, flying up and down, looking lively and agile.

"Huh?"

Xiong Yue'er was immediately attracted, staring at Jin Chan with excitement in her eyes.

"Master, what is this?"

"This is the most precious treasure of Buddhism, the spiritual object of a saint. I will seal it in your natal flying sword. You can call it out every time you practice the sword. It is best to practice with it." Liang Yan He said calmly.

"Oh, such a good treasure, why doesn't Master keep it for himself?" Xiong Yuer asked innocently.

Liang Yan glared at her and said angrily: "Just keep it if I ask you to, why are you talking so much nonsense!"

"oh!"

Xiong Yue'er was scolded by him. She didn't know what she said wrongly, so she could only silently put away the flying sword.

In fact, this golden cicada has no connection with Liang Yan. According to Hui Chen, if this lineage wants to flourish, it must fall on Xiong Yuer'er.

That's why Liang Yan reluctantly gave up her love and gave Jin Chan to Xiong Yue'er.

Unexpectedly, she got an advantage and behaved so well. Liang Yan couldn't help but give her a violent shudder, but then he thought about it, Xiong Yuer'er was now his legitimate disciple, so he had better not let her make a fool of herself on the first day...

Thinking of this, Liang Yan's anger disappeared.

"Mo Bai, Kuangsheng, at noon tomorrow, you will send a thousand-year-old 'Huiyue Ganoderma' to Shen Sanchi as usual... His injuries should be healed after so many years."

"Yes!" Li Mobai and Leng Kuangsheng nodded at the same time.

"That's it, today's business is over, you all can go down." Liang Yan waved his hand and didn't want to say any more.

After hearing this, all the disciples stood up from the futon at the same time, bowed deeply to him, then left the Fengyun Hall and left each other.

…

Another seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

At noon that day, Liang Yan appeared in Lingyun Palace, flanked by Wu Ci and five palace masters on the left and right.

There were twelve young monks standing below the main hall, most of them were at the peak of the Golden Core, and only a few were in the late stages of the Golden Core.

The twelve people were all in high spirits, with unconcealable excitement in their eyes.

Linglong Palace Palace Master Xia Zhirong stepped forward and reported to Liang Yanhui: "City Lord, these are the rookies who have passed the selection test this year. Their identities and backgrounds have been investigated clearly, and there are no problems. As long as the City Lord nods, they can Officially joined Wushuang City.”

"Um."

Liang Yan smiled slightly and glanced at the twelve people one by one, showing a look of satisfaction.

In the past hundred years, the reputation of Wushuang City has become better and better. Because they admire the deeds of the "Wushuang Sword Immortal", countless geniuses come here.

This also caused the assessment in Wushuang City to become more and more intense each time.