Ziwei Sect ranks among the three sects and three sects in the Snow Country, and is one of the top sect forces in the Snow Country human race.

After hundreds of years of operation, it is not an exaggeration to say that the mountain gate of Ziwei Sect is the most severely defended place in the Tianhuang Realm. Although Ziwei Sect has begun to decline since the battle at the Temple of Light, the lean camel is bigger than a horse, and Ziling Mountain is still not a place where anyone can break into it.

Of course, all this is not a problem for Ye Qingyu.

Starting from the mountain gate, the mountain protection rune formations set up by Ziwei Sect for hundreds of years along the way have never been moved. It seems that when Ye Qingyu passed through each formation, it was just a gentle mountain breeze that flew over, and did not even stir up the slightest ripple of the formation halo.

There was no warning in the formation, and naturally there was no induction among the Ziwei Sect members on the top of the mountain.

Even along the way, several disciples who had passed Ye Qingyu did not feel the slightest breath of him.

With Ye Qingyu's current cultivation level, as long as he is unwilling to be discovered, even if the status of Ziwei Sect passes by him, he will not see his existence, nor will he be able to sense his breath.

A cup of tea passed in a blink of an eye.

Ye Qingyu had already walked near the top of the mountain.

Along the way, he saw the scenery of Ziwei Sect and the mountain gate.

After stepping up to the last ninety-nine levels, the towering double-eaved nine-ridge top hall first appeared in front of him.

This hall with carved railings and jade-built tiles and red eaves is surrounded by a circle of thousand-year-old crape myrtle trees, just like stars holding the moon.

The top of the hall towers into the clouds, as if it is about to penetrate the sky and extend towards the endless void. The eight-sided eaves are carved with statues of ancient divine beasts of various shapes, either roaring to the sky or pounceing forward, all of which are vivid and lifelike.

On both sides of the hall, there are more than a dozen pavilions and towers with exquisite carvings, beautiful and sect-like characteristics. The stone walls of these buildings are carved with zimuth totems, which are injected by different rune formations, exuding a slightly moving purple light rhyme.

At the front end of all buildings and halls is a square paved with white jade slabs in a radius of thousands of acres.

The stone slabs on the square are extremely special. On each white jade slab, there is a totem with exquisite carvings similar to runes. The totem patterns emit purple light, rendering the entire hall like a sea of ​​purple.

It can be said that the magnificence of the mountain gate of Ziwei Sect is not much worse than Xuejing, and it has more immortal spirit, just like a fairyland outside the world.

But Ye Qingyu did not stop at all.

The person he is looking for is not here either.

After passing by more than a dozen pavilions and sacrificial halls on the left, I walked through the square in front of Ziwei Main Hall.

Ye Qingyu did not stop anyway along the way.

After passing through the square, he walked towards the back mountain of Ziling Mountain.

After walking around the winding paths made of rocks, the scenery in front of you gradually became a bit deep and desolate.

The scattered bushes seem to have been untied for a long time, and the piles of fallen leaves have reached the knees.

Just then—

Ye Qingyu's spiritual sense moved and suddenly showed a faint smile, "This little guy, it's here."

Then his body moved, and the light and shadow flashed slightly, blending into the mountain breeze.

In the back mountain dojo.

This temple covers an area of ​​about 40 acres and is the first generation temple established at the place where Ziwei Sect founded.

Hundreds of years ago, since the sect became more and more prosperous and the number of disciples who entered the school increased day by day, this temple could not accommodate so many disciples to practice. So Ziwei Sect opened a larger temple in other places, and this first-generation temple gradually disappeared, and a few years later, it became a wasteland.

Ye Qingyu appeared on the edge of the dojo.

He stood on the stone road with fallen leaves, looking at the square stone platform in the middle of the dojo in the distance.

On the stone platform, there was a young man practicing sword technique alone.

The young man was a little thin and not very tall. He was wearing the clothes of a low-level disciple of Ziwei Sect. The fluctuations of the vitality emitted during his cultivation were not strong, probably around thirty spiritual springs. Moreover, the sword technique he practiced was only the most initial level of Ziwei Sect [Zixia Frost Technique]. Obviously, this ordinary young man did not have a high status in Ziwei Sect.

The young man in the center of the dojo did not notice that there was a second person in the dojo.

He was fully focused, his energy and spirit were concentrated, as if he was really fighting with someone. In the flow of swords, in the void, a light purple trace like ink and water danced like a spiritual snake. After a few breaths, the young man's body gradually merged with the sword shape. In the movements, the whole person seemed to have turned into a long sword with purple light flashing. The flow of air around him began to slow down, and there was a trace of the law and Taoist rhyme in a faint way.

After a full cup of tea, the boy finished practicing a complete set of sword techniques.

He slowly withdrew his sword, stood up long, his face slightly rosy, and then he let out a long sigh.

"Okay!" Ye Qingyu gave a thumbs up.

His body flashed slightly like a light pattern, and then became virtual and solid.

"who?!"

The boy was surprised and his body stopped. He looked in the sound and saw the figure in the light. He was first full of vigilance, but then suddenly felt that the figure looked familiar, and then his eyes were filled with incredible expressions, and he was in a state of great shock and excitement.

He rubbed his eyes hard, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

That figure with white clothes as jade and black hair as waterfall...is it really that person?

After the boy repeatedly confirmed it, his voice finally trembled and exclaimed: "You...you...ye...you...you are Lord Ye!"

This young man who looks a bit honest, a little cowardly, and even a little stupid is called Li Rui.

Today, Ye Qingyu came for this young man.

When Youyan Pass was attacked by the demon clan, the demon clan was also ambushed by the demon clan. In that battle, the originally inconspicuous Li Rui once made Ye Qingyu feel his eyes lit up twice. Once, as a disciple of the Ziwei Sect with the lowest cultivation level, he once stood in front of her when his beloved Senior Sister Nanhua was in danger, and even willingly died for her. Another time, he was seriously injured, blocking Miao Xiu, a fake disciple who was disguised by the little girl in the dark city.

Ye Qingyu saw a kind of courage and fearlessness that was different from ordinary people when he pointed his sword at the tip of his nose but did not retreat at all.

Although Li Rui's legs were weak and his teeth were trembling because of fear, the stubbornness and persistence that insisted on his belief in right and wrong still supported him to stand up to the end, which made Ye Qingyu at that time impressed him with Li Rui and he had always paid attention to it later.

...

After a moment.

In the pavilion on the east side of the dojo.

Li Rui, who was sitting upright on the stone bench, had a stiff body, and his expression was a little cramped and nervous.

He was respectful and afraid of this kind of charm and charm that was better than the first meeting. Although there was no fluctuation of vitality, he had an invisible majesty and awe.

What I respect is Lord Ye’s cultivation, talent, ambition, and the style and attitude of guiding the country. Especially after hearing about Lord Ye’s cultivation, since he entered Xuejing, he revitalized the Temple of Light, and exploded in the battle of Xuejing, and was known as the number one god of war in the Tianhuang Realm. This Lord Ye, who had only met one time, has become a godlike existence in Li Rui’s heart.

But he was also afraid.

This is a kind of instinctive feeling of the weak in the world of martial arts for the top strong.

"How many years have you been in the Ziwei Sect?" Ye Qingyu seemed to see Li Rui's nervousness, smiled slightly, and tried to ease the atmosphere.

"Report...Report...Report...Report...Seven years...Seven years..." Li Rui was a little annoyed. When he was nervous, he would stutter unconsciously, but he didn't want to show such an embarrassing side in front of his idol. He tried hard to cheer himself up in his heart and hinted that he should not panic. But the more he did this, the more his heart beat faster, and his whole body trembled slightly as if it was uncontrollably.

"Seven years... why are you still practicing this initial sword technique?" Ye Qingyu said with a smile.

"Ye... Lord Ye, Li Rui has a dull qualification... and he has only started practicing swordsmanship in the past two years... So..." He was still a little stuttering, but his expression was much calmer than before.

"I remember seeing you at Youyan Pass that day. You didn't hold the sword. How could you suddenly start practicing sword skills in the past two years?" Ye Qingyu glanced at the first-level spiritual sword in his hand with extremely weak spiritual power.

"Mr. Ye... in the battle of Qingfeng and Xiyu Tower, your swordsmanship is very powerful... I... you... I want to practice swordsmanship... you can..." Li Rui said very cautiously. The figure of a white-clothed sword is always clearly portrayed in his mind, and it is like an idol and a god.

"Hahahaha... So that's it... Not bad, swordsman is a gentleman among martial arts weapons. He is gentle but not determined, but he can attack quickly at critical moments. With your nature, it is indeed very suitable for you." Ye Qingyu looked at the boy in front of him again with a smile on his face with a hint of appreciation.

Is Lord Ye praising himself for practicing swordsmanship?

Li Rui became more excited and nervous.

He remembered the scene when Lord Ye took action to save himself, and Lord Ye was carrying a demon poison that day, and his confidence, courage and fearless attitude when Lord Ye was facing the attack of the group of demons and sat firmly on Diaoyutai.

The mentality and momentum that Li Rui lacks, or even desires but cannot be sought.

"Actually, there is no need to hide your strength like this..." Ye Qingyu said casually.

Li Rui's face was stunned, and his body, which had finally stabilized, began to tremble unconsciously again, "Sir Ye... you... you already... know... you... you... see?"

Ye Qingyu smiled slightly and nodded.

In fact, when Ye Qingyu first met Li Rui, he had already discovered that although this kid showed only thirty-odd spiritual spring cultivation, his true cultivation had already reached the peak of the sea of ​​suffering. However, he used some method to carefully hide his cultivation-

I got up at around five in the morning to pick up the editor. I just took a break and came back to update, which made everyone wait for a long time.

I bowed to everyone.
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