$40-Dao War Begins

"Use the most basic swordsmanship." A slender sword appeared in Shen Lan's hand, like a piece of scattered moonlight, soft and clear.

"Yes." Si Qingyan saluted respectfully, and a long sword also took shape in his hand. He didn't use swords often, and this sword was also ordinary, just the most regular shape. Since ancient times, outstanding swordsmen have their own styles, and the same is true for Taiyi Palace. The sword intentions of each elder are different, and the shapes of their swords are also different. Now Si Qingyan's style has not yet taken shape, and he has only transformed into the simplest sword.

Sword, a weapon for killing.

The specific usage depends on the sword holder.

Point, stab, hook, pick, wipe, scratch...

Under the most basic moves, Si Qingyan and Shen Lan fought vividly. Soon, Shen Lan accelerated his offensive, and the moves did not change much, but Si Qingyan had some difficulty dealing with it.

In the Taihuan space, the physical fitness and mana of the two are the same.

With the same moves, Si Qingyan was suppressed by Shen Lan.

"I'm going to be serious."

Shen Lan gave a big warning in advance, and his temperament suddenly became sharp and strange. Every sword was weird and tricky, making it impossible to dodge. In the last second, it was a stab, and in the next second it was another move.

It was still the simplest moves, but in his hands, it was infinitely useful.

Si Qingyan suddenly felt that the sword in his hand was not a sword, but a wooden stick, and the swordsmanship he had learned before was not swordsmanship, but a child's game. He had been aloof for too long, even if he had lived in the world for a long time, he had not carefully learned any skills he didn't understand. Suddenly seeing such a stunning sword, he felt unspeakable joy in his heart.

It turned out that the sword was so wonderful, so many changes, endless light and shadow, and it seemed to have something in common with the way of refining.

"Do you want to learn?" Shen Lan turned the sword into a finger when he approached Si Qingyan, gently tapped Si Qingyan's forehead, and looked serious.

Si Qingyan nodded.

"After learning our lineage of swordsmanship, you will be a sword cultivator in the future. The sword is still there, and if it is destroyed, you can create another one. The soul will not die, and the sword will last forever."

"There will be many difficulties and obstacles along the way. Are you really willing?"

"I am willing."

"From now on, you can't kill the disciples of the same lineage of Taiyi Palace, unless they are traitors. Can you do it?"

"Yes."

"Your cultivation level is improving too fast. I am afraid that you will soon surpass me... It is not suitable to accept you as a disciple. My master Xiguang Daojun has ascended. Today I will accept you as a disciple on his behalf. From now on, you can just call me senior brother."

Shen Lan showed a portrait in his hand. The man in the painting was wearing a fiery red robe, dazzling like fire. He looked up at the sky and pointed his sword. His posture was arrogant and unrestrained, and his smile was extremely elegant.

"Just bow to him once. We don't talk about those empty formalities."

"Hello, Master, Hello, Senior Brother." Si Qingyan bowed respectfully and felt relieved. Since we are learning from the ancients, it is necessary to observe etiquette, and it is naturally better not to bow three times and kowtow nine times.

Now, he has become Ye Fufeng's uncle.

"We don't have anything good, just some materials, you can use them to forge your own spiritual sword in the future."

The supreme elders are very satisfied with Shen Lan's tricking Si Qingyan into becoming a sword cultivator.

Now, Si Qingyan is bound to Taiyi Palace, and there is no need to worry that he will be abducted by the charming cultivators of other sects.

"Okay, let's start practicing."

Shen Lan's eyes are raised, and the arc is particularly seductive when he smiles. Dangerous and enchanting, very different from his usual solemn appearance.

Si Qingyan suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, and the next second, the sword light was crisscrossed, and he was pierced like a plug. Although he would not die, the feeling of being pierced was very strange.

"Let me teach Junior Brother Qingyan, this move of mine is particularly exquisite!"

"Bullshit! Let me go first! I'm the oldest! All of you get out of the way!"

"I'm about to ascend, I have the highest cultivation level, I can't compete with you in the future, let me do it..."

"I'm Junior Brother Qingyan's legitimate senior brother, it's my turn to teach." Shen Lan was also vying for it.

"Come one by one, don't fight!" The Supreme Elder, who shouted this, rushed towards Si Qingyan with a sword while the others were stunned.

"I..." Si Qingyan wanted to protest, wanted to struggle, but every time he had no chance, he could only fight back frantically with the sword.

It's terrible! I want to learn swordsmanship from Sang Li!

I regret it!

Forget about teaching me, why do you all attack together!

The only consolation is that even if they attack together, the elders are very methodical and will never attack the same place.

"The first thing we sword cultivators need to learn is not swordsmanship, but to save our lives."

"Do you know? Every time they encounter an enemy, they have to kill the sword cultivators in the crowd first. Because sword cultivators are difficult to deal with, they can fight across levels and unite and help each other. As long as the sword cultivators are killed, the remaining cultivators will be sheep to be slaughtered."

"The magic weapon and the elixir will be damaged. As long as the sword cultivator is not dead, he himself is the sharpest weapon."

"You will soon be familiar with various fighting styles and learn some skills. Hang in there, Junior Brother Qingyan!"

In the fierce battle, Si Qingyan could still hear long passages of chicken soup praising sword cultivators.

Although what they said made sense, he always felt that these elders were deliberately looking for opportunities to beat him up. Unfortunately, he had no evidence.

...

"The Dao War will start tomorrow. Your master has signed up for you. You are in the great perfection of foundation building, so you should be able to get a place. This time you will fight under the name of Xiao Qiang. After breaking through the golden elixir, you will become your original appearance. Your master has also prepared the elixir to restore your skin color for you. When you get the reward, you will break through in seclusion and you will no longer have to look like you are now."

Lingyue took the storage bag from Xiao Qi, remained silent, and nodded.

"Do you blame me?"

The new disciple has always been well-behaved and obedient, which makes Xiao Qi feel a little guilty.

"Master's kindness is as heavy as a mountain, and I am only grateful in my heart. I am dull and have not made any contribution to the sect. I am ashamed of Master's teachings." Lingyue was telling the truth. Once she accidentally found Xiao Qi being beaten by the Supreme Elder. At that time, the Supreme Elder said that Xiao Qi did not know how to teach his disciples. Xiao Qi did not beg for mercy, but only said that the elder taught him that he did not know how to teach his disciples and ruined the talented and beautiful jade, and he should be punished. The elder also told him to teach the new disciples well and not to repeat the same mistakes.

Lingyue suddenly understood why Xiao Qi rarely met her, but always silently prepared everything she needed for cultivation.

She redoubled her efforts to cultivate and once again put her previous thoughts at the bottom. Breakthrough is the most important thing, everything else is nothing, and the most important thing now is to get some rankings in the Dao battle.

"What have you forgotten? Do you still remember your mission..."

A phantom voice sounded faintly in Lingyue's heart.

"I want to participate in the Dao battle and strive to win the first place." Lingyue answered firmly.

"No, no, have you forgotten your Mr. Right? There are so many excellent men? Have you forgotten what you said?"

"I have said it all, I want to be the first in the foundation-building period!" Lingyue repeated it patiently.

The voice in her heart stopped talking.

"How is it possible? Why do I have a demon in my heart? When can I kill this thing? It affects my cultivation too much."

Lingyue muttered, opened the storage bag, found the elixir with the effect of clearing the mind and calming the spirit, poured a whole bottle into her mouth, and instantly felt more at ease.

It is really happy to practice. She wants to be so carefree and happy all her life, not calculating anyone, and not being calculated.

Thousands of miles away, in a gorgeous palace.

Yile knelt under the throne in the center of the hall. He stared deeply at the woman on the throne, with a complicated look and a little sadness.

"It wasn't like this before. When can you wake up?" Yi Le combed her long hair gently, with infinite affection in her eyes.

She was a woman in red gauze, plump and lively, with skin as white as cream, beautiful color, and black hair like clouds. She was undoubtedly very beautiful. Although her eyes were closed, she was full and warm, as if the fragrance of rouge was condensed all over her body. Just seeing a section of her exposed jade arm, her mind was shaken and she had infinite charming thoughts.

There was a little peach petal between her eyebrows, representing her fallen true spirit. At this time, the petal had completely darkened. She did not die because of the dim petal, but her body was slowly turning into jade. At this speed, she would soon turn into a jade sculpture.

"Who told me that I am of the same race as you? I can't watch you die..."

Yile tapped her heart lightly, drawing out a stream of dark gray blood, which melted into the peach blossom mark on her forehead.

The body that was about to turn into jade regained the vitality of a living person, full of flesh and blood. The woman murmured something, and Yi Le leaned over to listen. After hearing it clearly, he felt very uncomfortable.

"Master..."

She said those two words very softly, gently and admiringly. It had nothing to do with love, but she was deeply dependent on him.

"Is it so easy for people to cultivate?" Yi Le looked at his hands, stunned.

The hands turned into gray mist and returned to normal.

"The Palace Master has been in seclusion for decades and has not come out yet. The Saint is missing. Is our Paradise Palace going to decline?"

"Don't say such depressing words. We still have the Saint Yile."

"Other sects have gone to Taiyi Palace, and some demon sects have also gone there. If the Palace Master hadn't been in seclusion, maybe we could have gone there too."

"Is the Immortal Network really as magical as they say? I want to try it too..."

"Don't even think about it. We are too far away from Taiyi Palace. Even if we buy the jade talisman, there is no signal."

Outside the palace, the peach blossoms are scorching. Several Paradise Palace maidens with big breasts and thin waists are discussing the latest hot topics. Their young faces are shining in the light, like peach blossoms in early spring, blooming on the branches.

Yile looked at the face of the woman beside him and stared at her carefully.

It's not the last moment yet, and she can't be awakened.

...

In the anticipation of countless sects, the Dao War finally came.

"Thank you all for visiting my Taiyi Palace. You have come from afar and have been tired all the way. A few gifts are not a token of respect."

The elders who were not in seclusion used sword intent to evolve a cloud and rain, which fell from the air, refracted by the sunlight and fell into the hands of the monks who reached out to catch it. The sword intent of the high-level monks was condensed in a small raindrop. It can be comprehended, refined, and thrown out to save lives at critical moments. It is not very heaven-defying, but the number is large, especially suitable for the younger generation who come to participate in the Taoist battle.

"Thank you, senior."

"You're polite."

After a polite remark, Si Qingyan followed Shen Lan and came late.

Countless pairs of eyes cast their eyes on Si Qingyan.

Ah! Elder Si came out!

Elder Si didn't look very energetic. As expected, we were not wrong. The group of old men in Taiyi Palace were very bad. Elder Si was really injured and didn't tell us! Look at his face, how pale it is, without a trace of blood, it is so painful that it is suffocating.

"Shen Lan greets all Taoist friends."

"This is Si Qingyan, the deputy peak master of Qifeng Peak of Taiyi Palace, and also my fellow junior brother."

Shen Lan and Si Qingyan greeted the guests from many sects.

Everyone was smiling on the surface, but secretly cursed Shen Lan, the old fox, for being so quick to act. He was just an ordinary elder who joined the sect not long ago, but now he has become a fellow disciple. He is so cunning! He doesn't let anyone get any benefits!