The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 37

The sword bearing meeting began.

The first to stand out was a sword washing disciple named Chen Lin.

It has been seven years since Chen Lin entered the inner gate. She successfully took the sword five years ago, but it was not until this year that she finally reached the perfect state of keeping the sword and was qualified to participate in the sword bearing conference.

After years of practice and waiting, he became calm and did not care about his eyes and the pressure of his first appearance, and focused on his performance.

A cold sword light left his sleeve, leaving a clear trace on the stone wall with clear water, and then turned back.

Without waiting for the flying sword to approach, he jumped lightly, fell on the sword, and began to control the sword to fly back and forth between the cliffs.

The creek cliff is silent.

The stone terrace above the high cliff was shrouded in clouds. The messenger of the hanging bell sect, the visitors from daze, the representatives of Chaoge City, the chief of the law Hall of Guocheng temple, the Shuiyue nunnery who has always been friendly with the Qingshan sect and the representatives of several sword sects sat in their respective positions and kept silent.

For the first time this year, Jingzong sent a representative to attend the sword ceremony of Qingshan Zong. The messenger had little experience and did not notice the silence between the cliffs. Looking at the disciple named Chen Lin's fierce sword flying and skillful sword controlling, he walked freely back and forth between the peaks, and applauded a few words of praise.

Chen Lin fell back on the stone between the streams.

Elder he Shiyue Feng, who presided over the sword bearing meeting, looked at him and asked, "which peak do you want to take the sword on?"

Chen Lin's expression finally became nervous. Her voice was slightly dry and said, "disciple He De can't choose."

As he spoke, he looked at the place where the teachers of the peaks gathered between the cliffs, with hope and anxiety.

At the sword bearing meeting, the teachers in Jiufeng can only choose one sword bearing disciple each. The number is limited, so they will be very careful.

Chen Lin knows that her accomplishments are not outstanding in the same door. She doesn't dare to expect to be competed by the peaks. She just hopes to choose herself in one place.

There was no sound from the cliff, but it was still quiet.

As time passed, silence became embarrassment.

The disciples of Xipan who were not qualified to participate in the sword bearing meeting could not bear to look at him.

Younger martial sister Yushan turned away and dared not look nervously.

In the dead silence, Chen Lin still kept the surface calm and raised her head with unimaginable perseverance, just like a criminal waiting for the final sentence.

He knew that if he bowed his head or showed a little depression at this time, he might be regarded as unstable in the heart of the sword by the teachers.

Then he really has to wait another three years.

The messenger of Jingzong also felt very embarrassed. Looking at the eyes of the guests around, he felt that his hands that had just clapped had no place to put them. He really doesn't understand that excellent materials like this disciple should be the key training object in the mirror sect, but in the Qingshan sect... No one wants it?

Finally, a voice sounded between the cliffs.

Yun Xingfeng consulted, probably thinking that he could not compete with the other peaks in the following key candidates, and decided to accept Chen Lin.

"Would you like to learn cangniao sword with elder Cheng?"

Chen Lin was pleasantly surprised and said in a trembling voice, "disciple, yes!"

With these words, he hurriedly drove his sword up to a place between the cliffs and stood with the disciples of Yunxing peak.

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Disciples came out one after another to show their realm and swordsmanship.

These inner disciples who have been practicing hard for many years by the Xijian River have all reached a perfect level. Even two or three people have begun to see the level of commitment. They can control their swords freely and fly like birds among the peaks. The sword formula is even more skilled. The flying sword flows and weaves into a light curtain. Even the waterfall can't enter within ten steps.

Qi Yuanliang, Si Kong Yimin and Qi Feiying, the names that appeared many times in Zhufeng's notes, were also selected after a dispute.

The cliff was very quiet. The messenger of Jingzong received the previous lesson and no longer expressed his opinions easily. He occasionally glanced at the stone platform in the depths of the clouds and thought that the leader of qingshanzong didn't know whether he had come in person or not. As rumored, he was practicing that mysterious Taoism like his teacher Taiping immortal.

The chief of the law Hall of Guocheng temple, who came to watch the ceremony, closed his eyes and slowly moved the rosary in his hand.

The female disciples of Shuiyue nunnery and the female disciples of Qingrong peak were together. They were already familiar. They whispered something and laughed like a silver bell from time to time.

"It's boring."

The guests of the hanging bell sect sit on the stone platform on the West Cliff.

A 13-year-old girl stared at the running water in the stone crack under her feet and felt her eyes sour.

She rubbed her eyes and yawned. The little bell tied on the crystal and lovely earlobe made a clear sound.

Those two little bells are as silver in color. Is this little girl a silver bell messenger with a high status?

"What do you know?"

A young woman fondly rubbed her head and said, "Qingshan sect is a big school of kendo. Playing sword seems boring, but it's not simple."