Chapter 2653 The water of the river comes up from the sky, the twelfth gentleman of the academy

However, Zhao Wuhao is a more arrogant person than Jun Mo. He broke through three realms in one day and entered the fifth realm of knowing his destiny after practicing for half a year, which was unprecedented.

"It's just a mountain road, so there's no need to rest!"

After saying this, Zhao Wuhao did not hesitate at all, lifted up the front of his clothes, stepped onto the stone path, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

Under the big tree, many figures suddenly appeared, gathered around, pointing to the rocks and whispering. These figures were male and female, sitting or standing, and there were exactly twelve people including Jun Mo.

Someone is carrying a three-stringed guqin on his back, someone is carrying a chessboard under his arm, someone is holding an ancient flute in front of his knees, someone is holding a tight embroidery frame in his hand, and the other is holding a thin missing piece between his fingers. Needle.

There was also a strong man standing behind the tree holding a very heavy hammer in his hand. While others were talking, the strong man was staring at the strange and high ancient crown on the head of the second senior brother under the tree, his eyes full of eagerness. of burning heat.

The little fat man Chen Pipi came out from behind the tree. He was startled when he saw the strong man in his eyes. He quickly stopped him and said.

"Sixth Senior Brother, if you really hit him with a hammer, Second Senior Brother's hat may be flattened, but your head is also very likely to be flattened."

The second senior brother who was sitting cross-legged under the green tree snorted coldly and slowly turned his head. The Sixth Senior Brother put the hammer behind him as quickly as possible, explained with an extremely honest smile.

"Second Senior Brother, you know, I feel very itchy if I don't work for a day. If you don't see this hat on your head, it's like looking at the iron ingots by the stove, and I always want to hammer it."

This explanation is really inexplicable, almost absurd to the extreme. However, Jun Mo nodded, indicating that he accepted the explanation, waved his hand and said calmly.

"You won't have to wait long, there will be results, just be patient."

The third Mr. Yu Lian also appeared here. The youngest sect master of the Demon Sect seemed to have deliberately kept a distance from the other eleven people. He stood far away in a flowerbed behind the tree, watching with a peaceful smile. Discussions among fellow disciples.

The man with the ancient flute resting on his knee looked at the seemingly crumbling rock on the edge of the cliff. In fact, the rock had not trembled even a bit after thousands of years of wind and rain, and said with emotion.

"Looking at Zhao Wuhao today, he is really amazing. He is indeed a genius who can impress my senior brother!"

Chen Pipi's chubby face showed a bit of anger. Thinking of this young teacher who made people unable to help but feel angry, he spoke.

"Who is not a genius? I am known as the number one genius in Taoism!"

"This last hurdle is not easy to pass. I wonder how long it will take for this genius teacher to pass it?"

Jun Mo's face was extremely cold, his eyes were like swords, he looked at the fat man's round and bloated figure, and said coldly.

"The long mountain road is just a test of will, understanding, realm, and true heart. The last stubborn stone is a test of choice. For Zhao Wuhao, it is not too difficult."

A gust of mountain breeze blew by, the tops of the big green trees rustled, the long grass gradually fell, and the silver night clouds at the foot of the cliff were disturbed. Standing on the edge of the cliff in the distance, Yu Liang looked back at the sea of ​​clouds, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he had countless things on his mind that no one could tell.

The second senior brother suddenly stood up under the big green tree, his expression suddenly became extremely solemn, he quietly looked at the boulder on the edge of the cliff, and murmured after a long silence.

"What a terrifying swordsmanship. I didn't expect that he is actually the best swordsman in the world!"

"The dilemma of choice in the world is all because the sword in my hand is not sharp enough. If you want me to make a choice, you need to ask the sword in my hand whether I agree?"

The clear voice was full of edge, and a supreme sword intent emerged from his chest, shooting straight into the sky. The sea of ​​clouds in the sky was torn apart by the sharp sword intent. The endless sea of ​​clouds was magnificent, turbulent, and roaring. In an instant, the water vapor in the clouds fell, as if The river tilted upside down and flowed to the ground.

“The water of the great river comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return!”

"The cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. I hate the water forever in life! I don't need to choose in my life!"

With the loud rumbling on the top of the mountain, any illusion, any choice, any test, any dilemma, all disappeared under this mighty sword, like snowflakes flying into the flames, and the rivers blending into the vast sea, The dust fell on the ground, inconspicuous, and no one noticed it. Only the supreme sword intent soared into the sky, which was shocking.

Everyone under the big tree looked at the unruly young man on the edge of the boulder overlooking the stunning scenery on the top of the mountain. They were all moved by infinite emotions and smiled silently. Only the second gentleman, Jun Mo, was still sitting rigorously and meticulously, as if everything was happening around him. None of them have anything to do with him.

Mr. Nine, Bei Gong Weiyang, was obsessed with music and was especially good at playing the flute. The melodious and distant sound of the flute sounded. He picked up the long flute on his lap and played it with a smile.

Ziqi Boya, with high mountains and flowing water, and close friends playing, is naturally indispensable for the tenth teacher Ximen Buhuo. He is also obsessed with music. He is one of those who entered Taoism with the piano and reached the realm of great music and sound. The clang of the piano sounded on the top of the mountain, which was quite mysterious. Meaning, melodious and melodious.

Then Mr. Seventh Mr. Muyou picked up an embroidery needle as thin as an ox hair with his fingers, and lightly stroked it in the mountain wind. The tip of the needle trembled at high speed, emitting a clear sound similar to a metal instrument; Mr. Sixth Blacksmith raised a heavy hammer and violently It hit the ground with a loud bang, perfectly hitting the point where the music needed to be exciting.

The sounds of flutes, pianos, needles, and hammers are all heard. Mixed together, they form an ancient tune. It spreads melodiously from under the green trees, covering the top of the cliff behind the academy, and stirring the cliffs. The floating clouds flowed slowly, causing the mountain pines to sway slightly, as if welcoming guests.

Standing on top of the boulder, Zhao Wuhao listened to the ancient music floating in his ears. He turned back and looked under the big green tree, looking at the men and women with different descriptions but all with gentle smiles. He looked at Jun Mo and Chen Pi under the tree. Looking at the figures of Pi and others, he knew that these people were the twelve gentlemen on the second floor of the academy, all the disciples of the Master. They were expressing their welcome to Zhao Wuhao in this way, which made him smile lightly. It feels pretty good.

No one in the world knows that in this silent night, there is an unparalleled young man who easily climbed to the top of the mountain behind the academy with his own strength, becoming the first among the twelve disciples of the academy to reach the top of the mountain. The existence of the boulder means that although this young man stepped onto the second floor of the academy and entered the back mountain of the academy, he did not become the master's disciple and become the thirteenth gentleman of the academy.

Zhao Wuhao didn't want to find a teacher for himself, and the Master didn't want to accept another disciple like Ke Haoran, so it was interesting that the two of them reached an agreement invisibly.

Jun Mo stood up from under the tree, and unconsciously held the hilt of the sword at his waist. His cold and stiff face showed fighting intent, and his eyes were bright and bright, more eye-catching than the moonlight under the night sky. Slowly Xu walked to the boulder, looked up at Zhao Wuhao, and said.

"You are a peerless swordsman, how about you compete with me?"

Jun Mo was delighted to see the hunting heart. Although there were many swordsmen in the world today, there were very few who could make his blood boil and his fighting spirit awe-inspiring. Perhaps in the past, there were only Liu Bai, the sword master by the edge of the cliff cave in the sword pavilion, and Uncle Ke Haoran, the fallen junior master of the academy. Only then could Jun Mo have the urge to draw his sword, but now there was one more person, Zhao Wuhao, who was standing on the boulder. The opponent's sword intent was unparalleled and vast, making it difficult for him to hold back the excitement in his heart. A challenge was posed.

Zhao Wuhao lowered his head and glanced at the second gentleman, Jun Mo, who was about to make a move. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a supreme sword intent was faintly revealed, which made Jun Mo unbearable. He couldn't help but take a step back, his expression changed drastically.

"No interest, your swordsmanship is too weak!"

Zhao Wuhao withdrew his gaze, his body fell down from the boulder, and he jumped out of the mountain. The strong mountain wind blew the Confucian shirt on his body with a hunting sound. The young teacher who had just stepped into the mountain behind the academy disappeared into the academy. In the eyes of Mr. Houshan Twelve.

Chen Pipi's face showed a bit of nervousness, and he carefully looked at the silent second senior brother Jun Mo. The chill on his body was enough to make people feel chilled all over, just like the snow-capped mountains in the northern wilderness that have not melted for thousands of years. Instilling fear and awe.

"Second senior brother?"

Chen Pipi took a few steps forward, and with every step he took, the fat on his cheeks would tremble slightly, like ripples in a lake. He slowly came to Jun Mo's side and glanced at Jun Mo slightly. Like a vigilant squirrel, he would immediately retreat if anything went wrong.

"Are you OK!"

"Zhao Wuhao has a very arrogant personality. You don't need to take his words to heart!"

Jun Mo took a deep breath, his face was slightly pale, his eyes were a little less bright, and looked a little dim. He mechanically turned his head to look at the cautious Chen Pipi, with a somewhat bitter smile on his face. , shook his head slightly, his voice was a bit hoarse, without the edge it had just now.

"I'm fine. He's crazy. He has the capital to be crazy. My current swordsmanship is indeed not as good as his. He's right!"

Jun Mo is an extremely proud person, and thinks that he has extraordinary qualifications. Although he is not as good as the senior brother Li Manman, who goes to the cave, knows his destiny at night, and has no distance in three days, he is also rare in the world. Chen Pipi, a genius, is even better. He has profound swordsmanship and exquisite swordsmanship. He is second only to the strongest swordsman in the world, Sword Master Liu Bai, and can be called the second swordsman in the world.

But today, Jun Mo suffered the biggest blow in his life. He was forced to take a step back by the sharp sword intent contained in Zhao Wuhao's gaze. He couldn't help feeling depressed in his heart and sighed with shame.

"Sure enough, the person who can impress the senior brother is also a pervert!"

After saying that, Jun Mo turned around and left, not caring about other people's reactions at all. He was as proud and indifferent as ever. Swordsmen are always forward-looking and indomitable. If he can't bear this blow and needs comfort from his junior brothers, then he All these years of practicing swordsmanship have been in vain, so I might as well leave the academy to avoid being embarrassed and damaging my master's wisdom.

"Huh! How scary! I'm really worried that the second senior brother will not be able to bear the humiliation and just draw his sword at me!"

Chen Pipi's chubby body trembled slightly, her steamed bun-like palms patted her chest gently, her face showed a look of joy, and her small eyes were squeezed into a line by the fat on her face, making it impossible to see clearly. There was shock hidden deep in his eyes.

"That kid is really powerful. No wonder he is so rampant. Both the senior brother and the second senior brother seem to be impressed by him!"

Although Chen Pipi is not weak in cultivation, he is still young and does not practice swordsmanship, so he does not understand that the winner between Zhao Wuhao and Jun Mo has just been decided, and he has never sensed the hidden meaning in Zhao Wuhao's gaze. He looked at the woman standing alone with some confusion.

As the current leader of the Demon Sect, Yu Lian has been cultivating for twenty-three years and many years, and her cultivation is by no means weaker than Jun Mo. Just when Zhao Wuhao forced Jun Mo to retreat with his gaze, a faint chirping of a cicada came from the void around her. The sound attracted Chen Pipi's attention, so he looked at the third senior sister, hoping that she could solve his doubts.

"You don't understand. Zhao Wuhao is a true genius. I finally understand why the teacher doesn't want to accept him as a disciple!"

Yu Lian felt Chen Pipi's gaze, her eyes moved slightly, she looked away from the sea of ​​clouds, a solemn expression appeared on her face, and she spoke in a low voice.

"Another astonishing person like a young master!"

After that, the chirping of cicadas echoed through the back mountain, and the graceful figure disappeared under the tree and left here.

Several other classmates looked at each other. Although they had extraordinary qualifications, they were not as good as Jun Mo and Yu Lian, and even a little inferior to Chen Pipi. They shook their heads one after another, not knowing the mystery behind it, and not entangled in it. Walking together, we left the top of the mountain together.

Chen Pipi looked at the mountain top that was suddenly empty. The fat on his face trembled rapidly. He sighed and said unconvinced.

"Hmph, what's so great about it? When I step into the realm of knowing my destiny, I'll try to see if this guy is as amazing as the second senior brother and third senior sister said!"

Since then, there has been a figure in the back of the academy, but the master has not had one more disciple, and the academy has not had one more Mr. Thirteen. Everything is as peaceful as before. Zhao Wuhao still teaches students every day and studies in the old library. , enjoying the delicious food Chu Guanghu bought from various places, and giving him some tips on how to practice.

On this day, under the cover of the night and morning light, Zhao Wuhao once again entered the back mountain of the academy, preparing to find some secrets that only the disciples of the Master's sect could know.

The fog on the mountain road behind the academy is very strange, such as bamboo leaves that turn into flying swords, mountain springs that turn into waterfalls, and small ponds that turn into the sea. As long as permission is not given, the fog will turn into various environments to test intruders.

But as long as he climbed the huge rock on the top of the mountain, the mountain fog was not surprising at all. Zhao Wuhao only needed to walk a dozen steps to reach the mountainside of the mountain behind the academy. He waved his sleeves to brush away the last few wisps of fog in front of him, and couldn't help but be slightly startled when he looked at the mountainside scenery in front of him that looked like a fairyland in the morning light.

Looking at the extremely steep mountains from the direction of the academy, facing the east, there is such a large flat cliff. There is a small mirror-like lake on the cliff, with blooming wild flowers, quiet green grass, and towering ancient trees.

There are thousands of kinds of flowers, including peach blossoms, but they are inconspicuous among them. Under the towering old trees, there are more than ten simple houses, and the smoke is rising. There is a silver line pouring down between the cliffs behind the house. It is actually a waterfall in the distance. A group of black birds sing and fly happily between the cliff and the waterfall.

In the morning light, such a beautiful scenery came into view. Zhao Wuhao was stunned and didn't know how to describe the beautiful scenery he saw in words. Feeling the quiet vitality of heaven and earth and the taste of life in the mountains behind, a thought came into his mind at some point. .

"It is indeed the most unknown place in the world. Who would have thought that the mysterious mountain behind the academy, which is rumored by the outside world, can be so real, plain and beautiful!"

"When I first came here, just like you, I was speechless by the beauty here."

At some point, Chen Pipi quietly stood beside Zhao Wuhao.

Zhao Wuhao turned to look at him, without comment, and said calmly.

"Is it more beautiful than the place you used to live in?"

Chen Pipi looked at him, wondering if he had guessed his origin. After a moment of silence, he spoke very seriously.

"Solemnity, solemnity, or sacredness are not actually beautiful."

Chen Pipi's plump figure actually looked a little solemn at this time. He seemed not to want to talk about the past, and continued with a smile on his round face.

"Welcome to the real academy."

Zhao Wuhao withdrew his probing gaze, which made the little fat man feel relieved. He said firmly with a faint smile on his face.

"It seems you are my tour guide today."

Chen Pipi had never heard of the term tour guide, but she roughly guessed what Zhao Wuhao meant. She smiled and led him towards the cliffs.

The two walked along the green fields and meadows, stepped on the slightly wet ridges, walked on a wooden bridge, and arrived at the calm, mirror-like lake. The white waterbirds in the lake float and sink, preying on small fish in the water. No matter whether they succeed or fail, they proudly raise their heads, swallow the fish's underbelly, or shake off the water droplets on their feathers. The footsteps on the wooden bridge attracted the attention of waterbirds, but they were obviously not afraid of people. Instead, they seemed to be curious and very spiritual.

There is a pavilion in the middle of the wooden bridge. It is very quiet between the lake and the water. A woman wearing a light yellow college spring dress is concentrating on embroidering in the pavilion.

Chen Pipi led Zhao Wuhao to the woman, bowed respectfully and said. "Seventh Senior Sister."

The woman in light yellow clothes raised her head, glanced at Zhao Wuhao beside him, and warned with a smile.

"Take Mr. Zhao for a nice walk."

The smile on Zhao Wuhao's face became brighter, he bowed and said in a kind manner.

"I've met Mr. Seven."

After walking out of the pavilion between the lakes and crossing the lake along the wooden bridge to the shore, Chen Pipi turned around and looked around, and then introduced himself to Zhao Wuhao.

"Seventh Senior Sister's surname is Mu and her name is You. She has studied formations intensively. The mist you passed through when you went up the mountain was the formation set up by the academy's predecessors. Now Seventh Senior Sister is responsible for all formation maintenance. As for embroidery, Seventh Senior Sister two years ago The formation training encountered a bottleneck, and neither the senior brother nor the second senior brother could find a good way. Finally, the teacher decided to let her embroider. This embroidery lasted for two years. I don’t know if the bottleneck has passed."

Zhao Wuhao nodded slightly and did not show any surprise. His expression was calm, which made Chen Pipi a little disappointed.

This is the first time that Zhao Wuhao has entered the second floor of the academy. He has no idea about many things. He can only make his first impression through his own experience. Chen Pipi does not understand the relationship between Muyou embroidery and formations. But he understood that there was no relationship, but it was precisely because there was no relationship that the seventh gentleman of the academy could cross the bottleneck and enter a new realm of formation.

Chen Pipi and Zhao Wuhao walked past the very tall ancient tree and walked to the dense forest to the west. Listening to the melodious sound of the piano in the forest, the two stopped, listened, and gradually fell into a trance.