The light of light rose, and the flowing mist was clear.

The inner disciple of the Qingliu Sword Sect rose up with the sword, his white clothes were rustling and his temperament was extremely eccentric. The sword light under his feet reflected the heads of the nine peaks as if they were strange treasures appeared in the world.

At the outer courtyard at the foot of the peak, the disciples of the outer sect looked up at the sky.

"Senior Brother Lu's attitude towards the sword is really like an immortal, and the third peak's great disciple is well-deserved!"

"Ah, wait, look at the sword energy of Senior Brother Mo on the Ninth Peak, and the appearance of breaking through the air can be vaguely seen when flying in the sky. It's so terrifying!"

Although I can't figure out the strength of these inner brothers, everyone can see their faces. Whoever looks the calmest when fighting swords and whoever has the most elegant posture can be judged well.

There is such a bustle in the outer yard every morning, and Wen Yun is already tired of it.

What's more, before she came to Qingliu Sword Sect, she was a great magician in the magic world for more than 500 years. She had a dragon bone wand in her hand, and she could use a floating technique to float in the sky for a year without falling to the ground.

The genius didn't bother to study low-level magic such as aerospace technique. At that time, she just wanted to create a time-space forbidden spell to send herself back to the most familiar modern era.

In fact, she did not let down the name of a genius. She only spent a hundred years to complete most of this space-based forbidden spell, but she didn't expect that she would fail when casting the spell.

She blew herself to death.

This explosion not only bombed her from the magic world to the cultivation world, but also bombed her from a 500-year-old mature magician to a fifteen-year-old girl.

Coincidentally, this girl who is also a genius is also called Wen Yun.

The original body is an orphan who was secretly trained by a cultivation family since childhood. He embarked on the path of cultivation at the age of five, refining qi at the age of six, building foundations at the age of ten, forming a golden elixir at the age of fifteen, and cultivating into the Nascent Soul stage is almost certain.

The young man from the aristocratic family was weak since childhood and had poor cultivation talent. He only accumulated countless rare treasures in heaven and earth until the foundation-building stage. It is impossible to condense into a golden elixir.

Some wastes cannot condense the golden elixir by themselves, so they start to attack other people's golden elixirs.

In this way, Wen Yun's flawless metallic golden elixir that was rare in a thousand years was targeted.

She was still young and knew that the head of the family was the great benefactor who adopted her and had never been prepared for the family.

Until the cold sword pierced through the abdominal cavity, it turned cruelly and carefully and carefully in the flesh and blood, picking out the blood-dripping golden elixir.

The monk who lost the golden elixir was worthless anymore. Seeing that she was pitiful, the guards couldn't bear to give the last knife, so they threw her into the river to fend for themselves.

She gritted her teeth and breathed a sigh of relief. After floating along the river for many days, she actually arrived at the foot of the outer gate of Qingliu Sword Sect. She was fished up by the chef Zhang Ma who was carrying water by the river and saved her life.

The original body is also considered a success. Even though he has no cultivation, he still has become an outer disciple of the Qingliu Sword Sect with his amazing sword skills.

Unfortunately, she still couldn't perform a slap scene in the face. She was seriously injured after losing the Golden Pill and refused to accept her fate. She still wanted to practice and take revenge. In the end, she exhausted her last breath on the cold rainy night last month and closed her eyes desolately.

Since he has taken possession of someone else's body, Wen Yun must seek justice for his original body.

The world of cultivation is the same as the world of magic, and they are both powerful and powerful.

Although the body that lost the golden elixir has no sense of spiritual power, magic is the main practice of souls to control elements. Now it is no difficulty for her to change her body and practice again.

It is true that one more skill and one more way to live.

Who said that in the world of cultivation, you have to study the path of ascension to cultivate immortals. Can you still go to heaven if you study magic?

And she also wanted to continue studying the time and space forbidden spell to see if she could send herself home.

Unfortunately, the magic elements in this world seem to be mixed with other substances, which are not pure enough. She is now re-cultivating magic, so she can only cast some primary magic at most.

Wen Yun was feeling the magic element in the woodshed, and suddenly there was a voice outside approaching: "...Will you just let Wen Yun go? Wen Yun, where are you!"

The second half of the sentence is almost shouted, and it is not enough to pretend to be unable to hear it.

The door of the woodshed creaked and pushed open, and a girl in blue clothes walked out from inside.

Everyone else was carrying swords, but she held a charred wooden stick in a strange way.

She is clean and has no decorations, and her watery eyes and jade skin are like the deep snow on the high mountain. She is clear and beautiful. She is still very immature on her face, but her temperament is so cold that it makes people dare not look at her.

The female disciples with round faces on the side had subtle expressions on their faces. When they saw her coming out, they immediately stepped forward: "You don't show up in the woodshed all day long, are you trying to be lazy?"

Wen Yun's voice was cold: "I will chop wood these three days. Where should I be if I am not in the woodshed?"

The other party sneered. She had seen Wen Yun's half-dead look not long ago, and she was carrying firewood on her body?

"Don't look for excuses to be diligent. I said I was chopping wood, but I didn't see wood..."

She said halfway, but saw Wen Yun move slightly, revealing the pile of wood.

Hell, I actually filled the woodshed early in the morning, which is outrageous!

Erniu, the most powerful in the outer courtyard, can't cut so much firewood in the morning!

The round-faced female disciple turned red, turned her head and looked around and accused her: "Where is the water tank? Why is the water tank still empty!"

"How do you know if I'm not responsible for carrying water? Maybe you've drunk all of you." Wen Yun replied calmly.

The round-faced disciple was ashamed and annoyed. How could she drink so much if she was not a buffalo!

But Wen Yun could only tell her purpose today: "Today, a genius from aristocratic families visited our sect. They needed to carefully clean the outer mountain gate. I had no time to practice swords. Remember to go earlier and don't delay the major affairs of the sect."

Wen Yunlan raised his eyelids: "What's your business to me?"

The female cultivator was upright: "What is my business? This is the business of the sect! The elder saw that you have good sword skills, and he didn't think you had no spiritual roots and kindness to accept you. Since you can't practice, you should do more things for the sect to repay the sect!"

As soon as these words came out, the outer disciples couldn't help but whisper.

The spiritual roots are one in a thousand. Among them, there are many princes and noble families in the mortal world. They are arrogant and arrogant sons of heaven, but it is extremely difficult to enter the outer sect of the Qingliu Sword Sect.

However, Wen Yun, a girl of unknown origin, was favored by the outer sect elders with just one sword technique, and made an exception to make her an outer sect disciple like them!

What's even more annoying is that many people heard the comments of the outer elders that day—

"At a young age, the swordsmanship is superb. If you weren't able to find the spiritual roots, I thought I would have a place for you in person. It's a pity, it's a pity..."

He is an elder at the peak of foundation building! None of them has ever received such a high evaluation!

Thinking of this, the disciples also discussed it.

"Junior Sister Liu said it very well, we have worked hard to practice. Since you don't need to practice, what's wrong with doing more work?"

"The weeds in the spiritual medicine field have not been removed. I want to practice basic swordsmanship. Junior Sister Luo Wen has worked hard."

...

Wen Yun pretended not to hear these shameless speeches and said lightly: "I'm very busy and I'm going back to chop firewood."

Suddenly, a dog barking startled, and the noise and lively moments became silent.

A man in brocade robe walked over with a big belly, twisting his chin with a sparse beard in his left hand, holding a yellow dog in his right hand, sweeping his eyes with his eyes wide open, and shouting: "Have the spiritual medicine fields been watered? Have the inner disciples washed their clothes? And the water tanks are filled! Is it true that I'm not doing anything here in the early morning? I'm really fond of the fairy sect style!"

The disciples quickly bowed: "President Zhou, you have taught me a lesson."

Everyone in the outer sect was selected and eliminated by the inner sect. They had a poor spiritual root and could not achieve results in their practice. To put it nicely, they were disciples, but in fact they were not considered formal disciples of the Qingliu Sword Sect, and their status was like those of the inner sect disciples.

This Zhou surname is a manager from the inner sect. He is responsible for managing the outer sect's miscellaneous affairs on weekdays. Although he only has the early stage of foundation building cultivation, he is as respected as a local emperor in the outer sect.

Secretary Zhou glanced at everyone: "What were you arguing just now?"

The round-faced girl complained first: "Wen Yun was lazy again! She refused to let her go to sweep the outer mountain gate!"

While speaking, she sensibly stuffed a spiritual herb into Zhou Zhangshi's sleeve.

Mr. Zhou pinched with his hands as if nothing had happened, then turned to Wen Yun and ordered: "Then go quickly, why do you want me to ask you to scan?"

Wen Yun was too lazy to argue, so she would stay wherever she was purified. Now the woodshed was noisy, so it would be fine to go to the outer mountain gate.

Anyway, you use magic to chop wood and sweep the floor, all the same.

The girl was lazy but freely picked up the broom, still holding the scorched wooden stick in her right hand, and slowly heading towards the outer mountain gate.

The voice of Manager Zhou came from behind him—

"In addition to the genius, there is another important thing... Recently, Jiufeng has wanted to bring disciples from the outer courtyard to the inner sect. Any disciple under the age of thirty and who has the middle stage of Qi Refining can choose a peak and press the palm print to register. Tomorrow, senior brothers from each peak will come to pick you up for the trial."

The inner sect trials and other things have nothing to do with Wen Yun, after all, her golden elixir has lost her ability to cultivate.

It's still early morning, and there is no one outside the mountain gate all day long, not as lively as the inner mountain gate.

There was silence everywhere, only the wind passed by the leaves, the sound of insects and birds singing, the shadows of trees were intertwined with flowers and cast layers of shadows to cover the foot of the mountain. The road paved with thousands of steps of jade slabs also produced moist moss. Only the small half at the top near the inner door fell in the sun, casting a warm but dazzling light.

Wen Yun threw the broom away casually and carefully stroked the burnt wooden stick in his hand.

This is like a waste wood that someone carved half of the carved and threw it as a fire stick. Although its material is not precious, the magic inside is quite pure.

She waved her hand intently, opened her lips quickly and recited a spell—

The magic elements mixed with various unknown substances were accurately stripped away by powerful mental power, and finally began to reorganize according to her instructions.

Suddenly, like an invisible wind lifted the warm clouds from her feet, her body rose lightly and flew towards the big tree beside the mountain road, and then gracefully lifted the corner of the blue skirt and sat down steadily.

It has been said that you can fly without using a sword.

She leaned against the tree and waved the fire stick in her hand boredly.

The aerial technique is applied to the broom, and it flutters and clears the dead branches and leaves on the steps by itself.

I don’t know how long it took, but when Wen Yun was almost sleepy and fell asleep, a loud sound of cranes suddenly came from the distant sky.

She was a little puzzled: "Huh... Is there anyone riding a crane in the Qingliu Sword Sect?"

Aren't they all sword-wielding?

She squinted her eyes and looked up. For some reason, the wound in her dantian seemed to have cracked again, and the pain was very severe.
To be continued...