On August 15, the bright moon hung high.

In the autumn of Shuzhong, it was slightly cool, Yang Fan was dressed in a white sportswear, wearing Nike hiking shoes on his feet, holding a white jade plaque in his hand, and looked at a small hill in front of him in a daze.

"This is it. ”

He looked around, calculated the direction, walked to the front of the hill, and threw the white jade plaque forward.

"Poof!"

I saw that the white jade plaque was in mid-air, striking out a golden light shield, and then, a dark door opened.

"It's been three years, I don't know Qingling, do you remember me?"

With a bit of hesitation, Yang Fan walked in.

It seems to have passed through a layer of mist, Yang Fan's eyes suddenly brightened, it was dark night outside, but here was a dazzling light, in the distance, a silver-white waterfall hung down, the sound of the flowing water was good, and next to the waterfall, there was a mountain path, next to the path, there was a huge stone monument.

The stele reads: If you want to go to Shu Mountain, first climb Shu Road!

"Shu Road is difficult, it is difficult to go to the blue sky, the poet immortal Li Taibai, in order to learn the law of the sword immortal, once came here to climb the Shu Road, and finally stepped on the peak, learned the thirty-six road Qinglian swordsmanship, crisscrossing the world, known as the Qinglian Sword Immortal. ”

Yang Fan only felt that the black shadow in front of him was shaking, and a young man in a gray Taoist robe appeared in front of him, his face was expressionless, and he said lightly: "You come with the Immortal Order, naturally you also have such an opportunity, as long as you climb to the top, you can enter the gate of my Shushan Sword Sect, if not, then where did you come from, where do you go back!"

Hearing this, Yang Fan's lips opened slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he didn't ask, but nodded, and strode forward to the uphill path.

Three years ago, he refused Liu Qingling to take him directly into Shushan, and three years later, if he wanted to see her again, he had to go through a test.

Immortals are different, although the parting is only three years, it is enough to change a lot of things.

However, Yang Fan still has to try, four years of affection, three years of missing, the girl has been engraved in his soul, three years ago, if he didn't still have concerns, there would never be this parting.

And this parting also made Yang Fan's thoughts about the girl more unforgettable.

Stepping on the trail, Yang Fan climbed silently.

1st and 2nd order...... Ten steps and hundreds of steps, there is a road ahead, but it is getting steeper and steeper, more and more difficult, and the peak, but how can you not see, when you are under the mountain, you only feel that the mountain in front of you, but a few hundred meters, but when he stepped on, he found that the mountain is getting longer and longer, and the steps under his feet are getting narrower and narrower, as if every time he takes a step, the mountain is one meter long, the more he goes, the farther away from the peak, the more he goes, the narrower the road in front of him.

It is really difficult to go to the blue sky!

Yang Fan couldn't help but sigh a little, but three years of longing, seven years of love, for him alone, is already the only pursuit, even if the result is sad, he has to work hard, goodbye Liu Qingling.

Anyway, there is a result.

It's also a commitment as a man.

I don't know how long I walked, the steps under my feet have become so small that only one foot can step on, and the mountain seems to have fallen into the clouds, although it is close in front of him, Yang Fan can't see the appearance of the mountain, only this narrow path, all the way up.

His mouth was already dry, the sweat had soaked through his sportswear, and the hiking shoes under his feet had worn off a layer, Yang Fan stared at the distance, still unable to see the peak of his head, still climbing up.

He had already used both his hands and feet, but when he climbed higher, he couldn't even put down one foot on the steps in front of him.

All around, there was a vague void, as if as soon as he left the path, he would fall into an endless abyss.

"The road to immortality is difficult, if you can't move forward, then go back, take a step back, it is the sea and the sky, and if you go further, it is the cliff Jedi. ”

The voice of the gray-robed young man came into Yang Fan's ears slowly.

Yang Fan just shook his head and continued to climb upward.

His heart is like iron, and what he wants to do will never give up halfway, just like back then, he promised to come back in three years, and he will definitely come.

I don't know how long it was, the steps in front of me were no longer steps, but like stairs in the air, no, it was a stone knife in the air, the small and sharp stone steps had become a Dao Dao blade, Yang Fan's hand, if he climbed up, he would be cut into the flesh, blood, and sprinkled wantonly.

Some flowed to Yang Fan's face, and some fell below.

But Yang Fan still didn't give up, he wanted to see Liu Qingling, so he was not afraid of any difficulties.

Finally, when he climbed the stone steps in front of him again, his hands could no longer climb, with a bang, his whole body slid down, he instinctively wanted to grab the steps in front of him, but he couldn't grasp it, his body fell all the way, and finally, he lost all his support, and fell down quickly.

"Am I going to die?"

Yang Fan whispered.

"Yes, do you regret it?"

In my ears, there was a voice that seemed to be real and illusory.

In Yang Fan's mind, a delicate and lovely figure flashed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly bitter: "This is my choice, how can I regret it?"

"No regrets in death?"

The voice asked again.

"I don't regret it!"

Yang Fan replied.

Immediately afterwards, the feeling of falling suddenly disappeared, he opened his eyes, in front of him, there was still a waterfall, and there was still a stone tablet next to the waterfall, and there were only two words written on the stone tablet: Shushan.

The gray robe young man was still standing indifferently in front of the path, and when he saw Yang Fan wake up, he said, "Come with me, the master is waiting for you in the main hall." ”

As he spoke, the gray-robed young man came to Yang Fan's side, lifted him, and a golden light flashed under his feet, and with a sudden, the whole person rushed out.

Edgeworth Flight!

Yang Fan's heart trembled slightly, although he had seen this kind of skill that only appeared in novels three years ago, but now, experiencing being carried by the sword in person, he still felt extremely novel, fearful, and excited.

"I finally understand why Qing Ling chose to cultivate, she loves excitement so much, here, it is indeed the most suitable for her. ”

Yang Fan was thinking wildly, in the clouds in front of him, a hanging island appeared, and there was a golden palace on the island, and the gray robe youth led him down and walked towards the main hall in the middle.

Yang Fan looked around, everything here made him feel extremely novel.

In the world, he has long been careless, but here, there are people he loves.

"Maybe, I'll love it too. ”

He said to himself.

"Wang Cong, a disciple of the mountain, bring those who seek immortals, please ask the master and all the masters to check. ”

In the main hall, a group of Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes were meditating.

In the center were seven silver-robed old men, one of whom opened his eyes: "But Ling'er's earthly fate?"

"Exactly. ”

After speaking, the gray-robed young man retreated.

"Come here. ”

The old man's eyes flashed, like electric light, seeing Yang Fan, his heart trembled slightly, but instead, he thought that he hadn't done anything bad, so naturally he didn't need to be afraid, so he strode towards the old man.

This move made the old man's eyes flash a trace of approval.

This son can cross the Shu Dao, and can face himself without fear, it can indeed be edified, if he has a spiritual root Dao body, he is also worthy of Ling'er.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Fan had already come closer, and the old man rose up in vain, stretched out his hand, and pressed it on the top of his head.

Suddenly, the old man's expression changed slightly, and his figure naturally fell: "There is no spiritual root, you have no relationship with me, go down." After saying that, he shook his hand and closed his eyes.

Yang Fan's heart trembled slightly, and he said, "I want to see Qingling, can I?"

"Immortals are different, since you don't have a chance to immortal Dao, why bother to come here and destroy Ling'er's foundation? What's more, Ling'er is in retreat at the moment, I'm afraid it will take half a year before you can come out, you can go." ”

The old man's words shocked Yang Fan's heart, but from it, he also knew that Liu Qingling still had affection for herself, otherwise how could she destroy her foundation?

In this case, why should he, a guy who has no immortal fate, stop her from having a good future here?

"If she comes out, please tell me, just say that I, Yang Fan, have not broken the appointment. ”

With a sigh, Yang Fan turned around.

The gray-clothed young man in the Taoist robe who was guarding outside had made preparations early, and when Yang Fan came out, he lifted him up and flew away with a sword light.

After the two left, another silver-robed old man next to the old man suddenly opened his eyes: "Senior Brother Daohua, this son vaguely contains a spiritual aura, I am afraid that he is a natural Taoist body like Ling'er, although he has an earthly relationship with Ling'er, but his surname is also worthy of cultivation, why don't you accept him as a beginner?"

"Senior Brother Dao Yuan, don't you know, that kid is indeed an innate Dao body, but it is an innate soul sealing and soul locking body, such a physique, you can't cultivate anything, how can you be included in the door?" Speaking of this, the old man sighed and said.

"It's actually a Sealed Spirit Holy Body with the same name as the Heavenly Spirit Dao Body?"

Hearing the old man's words, the old man who opened his mouth was also slightly startled, not only him, but the other five silver-robed old men with closed eyes all opened their eyes at this moment, but in the end, all that was left was a light sigh.

Immortal Fan is different, although Yang Fan has perseverance and a surname, but with the so-called Sealed Spirit Holy Body, Sealed Soul Locked Soul, he can't enter the Immortal Dao at all, and can only leave a sigh.

In the main hall, the other Shushan disciples didn't care about this, didn't the master say that that person was a waste who couldn't cultivate anything, and the immortals were different, what did they pay attention to him to do?

Only a young man in a cyan robe, his eyes flashed, quietly stood up and chased out.

His name is Xiao Chen, the original most talented disciple in the Shushan faction, only one hundred and five years old, he has already stepped into the seventh turn of Jindan, for Liu Qingling, who took away his name on the first day of Shushan, has always cared for and admired, if there is no accident, when Liu Qingling is promoted to Jindan, they are likely to be matched by the elders and become an enviable sword immortal Taoist.

At this moment, although his departure alarmed some people, no one stopped him, obviously not wanting to stop him for the sake of a mortal.

Some people even thought that if Xiao Chen was gone, it would be an excellent thing if he could break the young man's thoughts.

Just like that, Xiao Chen's sword flashed away.

He is the seventh turn of Jindan, dressed in a green robe, and is a disciple of the master's personal transmission, while the disciple of Shoushan is just an outer disciple of the gray robe, and his cultivation is only seven layers of the foundation, so he is naturally not comparable to him, and after a while, he was caught up by Xiao Chen.

"Senior Brother Wang, this person has an earthly relationship with Ling'er, I have always regarded Senior Sister Ling'er as my own sister, I have something to say, I want to warn him, you see, is it convenient?"

Catching up with Wang Cong, Xiao Chen bluntly said what he meant.

Wang Cong was silent for a while and nodded.

Xiao Chen smiled slightly, and with a move of his hand, Yang Fan came behind him.

"Later, I'll send this little brother out, your duty to guard the mountain, let's go back quickly. ”

"Yes. ”

Watching Wang Cong leave, Xiao Chen's eyes flashed with a touch of calmness, and then, he suddenly accelerated and went in the opposite direction from the mountain gate.

The strong wind blew, so that Yang Fan couldn't open his mouth and couldn't ask, but he instinctively felt that the man in front of him who kept saying that he regarded Ling'er as his sister would be unfavorable to him, but this is Shushan, a world completely different from mortals, and he has no way to resist at all.

Finally, Xiao Chen took Yang Fan to the edge of a waterhole.

"Who are you, why did you bring me here?" Yang Fan asked anxiously as soon as he could speak.

Xiao Chen looked at him with a cold smile, and didn't answer, he stepped into the sky above the waterhole in a few steps, and suddenly a stream of blood qi came out of his body, these blood qi was compelling, Yang Fan just glanced at it, as if he had seen countless unjust souls and evil ghosts, and his whole body shuddered.