"Legend has it that my Taixuan Sect Founding Patriarch Taixuan Immortal Venerable, who is a great supernatural who travels in all worlds, was seriously injured for some reason and came to this world 10,000 years ago. ”

Subsequently, he founded Taixuanzong, and because his injuries were too serious, it didn't take long for him to fall. ”

"However, before his fall, he sealed all the things he had learned all his life, as well as countless divine weapons and elixirs, in the Taixuan Palace, and passed down the word that whoever can comprehend the twelvefold tide trick will be able to open the Taixuan Palace and be the master of the Taixuan Palace. ”

The young man in blue nodded slightly, as if he was no stranger to this legend.

"Ten thousand years have passed, however, let alone comprehending the twelvefold tide trick, no one can even comprehend the eleven, even if it is tenfold, in the entire history of Taixuanzong, one pair of hands can be counted. ”

The old man's voice was a little emotional.

"I thought this was just a legend, but I didn't expect that on that day, the mysterious imprint left by Taixuan Immortal Venerable on the third mural disappeared, just like when you and Ji Wuxian comprehended the tenfold tide trick. ”

"The difference is that the first mural has many more mysterious imprints, while the third mural has only one. ”

The blue-clothed young man was slightly stunned when he heard this, "Ancestor, do you mean to say that only one person can comprehend the Twelve Tides Technique?"

The old man nodded slightly and said, "If the rumors are true, then Taixuan Immortal Venerable is obviously choosing a successor, and there is naturally only one master of Taixuan Palace." ”

The blue-clothed young man's face changed slightly, and there was a hint of unwillingness in his eyes.

"The stakes are high, and this matter can only be investigated in secret. The old man's face was solemn, and then he asked, "How is Ji Wuxian's side, do you think she is possible?"

"Back to the ancestor, Ji Wuxian is no different from usual, and she has to go to the second mural every day, so it is unlikely to be her. The young man in blue said.

The old man nodded, did not speak, and looked at the starry sky again with deep eyes.

The next day, the news of the cultivation test had spread throughout the outer gate, and all the disciples were immersed in a frenzied cultivation atmosphere.

Fang Yi is naturally no exception.

But today, he had a new understanding of Xingyun swordsmanship, so he went out directly.

The place where he and the fat man lived was not big, not suitable for sword training, and he didn't want to disturb the fat man.

Coming to an open meadow, this is a corner of Qingyun Peak, usually few people come, let alone this juncture, everyone is desperately cultivating, striving to have a good score in the test five days later.

Fang Yi was happy to be pure, so he began to cultivate, and the long sword in his hand was like a silver snake.

The first style of Xingyun swordsmanship, "Xingyun Flowing Water", is not difficult to understand, requiring the sword to be as smooth as flowing water, without the slightest pause, free to retract and release, and the sword to go with your heart.

This style Fang Yi has almost practiced in the past few days, and as for the second type of "dark clouds", he also has a trace of understanding.

I saw his long sword shake, and the sword shadows in the sky were like rolling dark clouds, and under the blade of the sword, everything was shrouded in it, making people breathless.

"Zheng!"

Suddenly, a melodious piano sounded, like a stream and a clear spring flowing slowly, and like spring returning to the earth, all things revived.

"Yay!"

Fang Yi was immersed in the sound of the piano, stopped his cultivation, and couldn't help but look for the sound of the piano under his feet.

In the distance, a bamboo hut appeared in front of her, a beautiful figure sat in front of the bamboo hut, she was wearing a pink dress, ten fingers plucked the strings briskly, and her graceful posture was the same as her piano sound, touching the heartstrings.

This is a stunning woman, beautiful and suffocating, but behind this beauty, there is a trace of whiteness, which looks extremely weak.

"Bastard! ”

Suddenly, a cold drink rang out.

A young man in black stood in front of Fang Yi and was looking at him with cold eyes.

The sound of the piano also stopped abruptly at this time.

"Ah Jiu, don't be rude!" A crisp and pleasant voice sounded, and it was the stunning woman who spoke.

The black-clothed young man known as Ah Jiu glared at Fang Yi fiercely before stepping aside.

Fang Yi had also come back to his senses at this time, and hurriedly hugged a fist, and said slightly apologeticly: "I didn't mean to offend, but I was attracted by the sound of the piano, if you have any offense, I hope you will forgive me." ”

"Childe is serious, so much so that the sound of the dreamless piano disturbs Childe. The stunning woman smiled lightly, like a hundred flowers blooming.

The girl laughed, how could such a beautiful sound of the piano be disturbing. Fang Yi smiled slightly.

"Isn't Childe proficient in music?"

Fang Yi smiled awkwardly, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I am a rough person, and I don't know anything about music and rhythm, but I can still distinguish between good and bad sounds." ”

Fang Yi was talking, but he couldn't help but think of an ancient song that he liked very much in his previous life, HITA's "Picking Rose".

"There's a tune here, and I think the girl will like it. ”

After thinking about it, Fang Yi had the heart to let this song appear in this world.

Then he came to a broken stone, the long sword flew, and the song "Picking Rose" appeared on the broken stone.

"When the snow is about to come, a pot of wine will be scalded, and the loneliness will be long. ”

"On a cold night, on the other side of the mountain, the clouds are coming out, by the small hearth, the ballad is inadvertently written. ”

“......”

At first, the stunning woman was expressionless, but as the whole song appeared, a look of excitement appeared on her beautiful face.

"It's a good song, Childe still can't understand the rhythm of music, and as soon as this song comes out, it makes no dream and no place to be ashamed. ”

Fang Yi smiled faintly: "It's true that I don't understand the rhythm of music, it's just an accident, so I'll give this song to the girl, so it's a reparation!"

"Thank you Gongzi, if you accept the song without a dream, you don't dare to make amends. The stunning woman got up and bowed slightly to Fang Yi.

Fang Yi also hurriedly returned the salute and immediately retreated.

In fact, Fang Yi was full of curiosity about the stunning woman, Qingyun Peak here, one of the three peaks of the outer gate, and all the disciples on this peak were outer disciples, but he had never seen or heard of this woman.

He believed that the other disciples would definitely not know, otherwise, a woman like this with a peerless face would have spread in the outer gate a long time ago.

If it doesn't spread, it only means that no one knows.

Or rather, very few people know.

Isn't she an outer disciple?

Fang Yi was puzzled, but he didn't ask too much, everyone has their own secrets.

At night, the melodious sound of the piano in the bamboo house sounded, if Fang Yi was here, he would definitely be able to hear that this was the song of Cai Wei.

Outside the bamboo house, Ah Jiu held his sword in his chest, guarding it like a statue.

Suddenly, a white shadow fell from the sky, and Ah Jiu seemed to be accustomed to this scene, and saluted slightly towards the white shadow.

"I've seen the eldest lady!"

"How is Second Miss today?" a cold voice sounded.

"Second Miss is in good shape, but today there is an outer disciple who came here unintentionally and left a tune, and Second Miss seems to like it very much. ”

The white shadow slowly walked out of the darkness, and the faint light of the fire in the bamboo hut illuminated her face.

If Fang Yi was here, he would definitely be surprised, because this face was exactly the same as the stunning woman he had seen during the day, but it was even more cold between his eyebrows.

PS: HITA's "Picking Rose" is a very nice song, so I borrow it again, and by the way, I also recommend everyone to listen to it, which is very good.