My brother is a sword

Chapter 12

The wind is blowing, one after another, the yellowed leaves on the ground are dancing with the wind, stop and go.

There are clusters of clusters at the bottom of Zhennan Mountain, which is full of purples and reds. This is not the season of late autumn. It is as gorgeous as March in Yangchun. There are various colors of "high mountains and flowing water", "embroidered balls", "flying clouds and fog", and "flower lions playing balls" The chrysanthemums are competing to bloom. Although these flowers have already bloomed a few days ago, and some nearby people came to watch them, but after all, they are scattered, related and closed, and cannot form an amazing scenery.

But today, in the Double Nine Ancestor Worship Ceremony of the Zhennan Mountain School, these flowers have spewed out from the half-closed and half-awake state a few days ago, flashing a brilliant bright spot, blooming along the hillside from top to bottom. Out, like a still, silent, fragrant waterfall, this rare beauty in the sky is just an appetizer for the grand ceremony, and it is the time when the soft aura outside the mountain can barely stop the crowds who have already started to push outside. It was as lively as a market, the people in front were pressed against the aura wall, and the people behind were crowded like headless flies. It can be said that the Zhennan Mountain Sect has been surrounded by its fanatical and devout believers They all looked forward to seeing the face of the fairy on the mountain.

At this moment, unlike the crowds of people below the mountain, everything on Qingyuan Mountain is completely silent, as if the sky and the earth are separated between the two. In this unearthly and pure place, Wei Min is sitting alone in his room, looking at the table. The sandalwood box, the clothes inside are light and thin, representing the weight of a sect guarding.This is not an ordinary piece of clothing. There are countless people in the sect who are eager to wear it. If you wear it, you don’t have to worry about future cultivation resources. If you wear it, you will be a noble status under the Zhennanshan sect. If you wear it, you will be The head of one of the five major sects in the future sounds very good.

But Wei Min didn't want to, but unfortunately, he had no choice but to do so.

The door of the house was blown open by the wind, the wind in late autumn is cool, and the wind on the top of the mountain is biting, Wei Min felt a little cold, which is very strange, he is close to the cultivation base of forming a pill, he should no longer be sensitive to the seasonal temperature, But he was a little cold, got up and wanted to close the door, just happened to bump into a small figure, Wei Min was in a daze for a moment.

"Brother? Are you preparing for the Double Ninth Ancestor Worship Ceremony? Master asked me to come and see you. Is there anything I can do for you?" the handsome and cheerful young man asked loudly. He came trotting all the way, his face slightly flushed.

Wei Min looked at Fu Fan with a soft smile, "Master is worried, the younger brother just happened to come, and I was about to change into the clothes for the ceremony."

"Ah... I'm the one who disturbed Senior Brother. I'll wait outside the door." Fu Fan hurriedly closed the door, afraid of delaying Wei Min's time.

Fu Fan was bored outside the door, squatting on the ground to tease the flowers and plants, the master asked him to watch his senior brother arrive at the ceremony, and he couldn't leave, so he didn't understand, senior brother Wei Min is such a safe person, the master let him Looking at what to do, could it be that the master was bored with him and found a reason to send him away because he felt that he was an eyesore. The more Fu Fan thought about it, the more annoying he became, and he accidentally pulled out a few petals from his hand.

After about a stick of incense, the door of the room behind him finally opened. Fu Fan turned his head and looked at the man walking out of the room involuntarily.A white dress, golden patterned cloud sleeves, a moon-white golden crown on the head, jet-black long hair, hanging down naturally, but with a wry smile on his face, with a leisurely posture, "Junior brother, can you please help me with my hair? "

"Ah... ah! Okay! I'll come right now." Fu Fan was stunned, thinking of the book he read in the past, "Zong Zhi is a handsome and handsome young man, with his head up and his eyes looking at the blue sky, as bright as a jade tree before the wind." At that time, he didn't believe that there was such a thing. Such a fairy person, now that he went up to Qingyuan Mountain, he met two of them at once.

At the hour of Chen, the sun had slowly risen, and the grand ceremony had already kicked off. The people crowded around the periphery of the high platform, but it was extremely quiet. No one would make any noise at this formal moment, which was disrespectful to the immortals.On the high platform, it is divided into three floors, the bottom one is the seats for the disciples, the middle one is for the master and the elders, and the top one is for offering sacrifices and performances.

It has been more than two months since Zhao Kang joined the Nanshan Sect in the town. He has not been accepted by any elders and has become an ordinary disciple.But life is not bad. Among ordinary disciples, he has a fair background and talent, and he can be regarded as enjoying the blessings.At this time, he was sitting on the outside of the third floor of the high platform, looking around with his neck outstretched. He wanted to see if Wang Jiuer was present, but unfortunately he couldn't see clearly. After all, only disciples like Gu Chenyu could sit in the inner circle. , How could it not be his turn.

The sacrificial process is very complicated, Zhao Kang has no cultivation, his legs are already a little sore, and the feeling of kneeling is uncomfortable, but no one around him makes a sound, and he doesn't dare to move. Dare to move your feet and let your blood flow.Regarding the Double Ninth Sacrificial Ceremony, the Zhennan Mountain School has strict requirements. Everyone present must be devout and pious. They are not allowed to be late or leave early, not to cough and spit, not to walk around and make noise, not to be watched by idlers, and not to disturb the order.Otherwise, anyone will be severely punished.Zhao Kang didn't want to tell that unlucky Wang Jiu'er, who had just entered the sect with great glory, was imprisoned in the Zhihui room without whereabouts.

Welcoming the ancestors, laying jade and silk, and enshrining the ancestral temple... It took a long time and many things to do. Zhao Kang's head had drooped, his eyes were slightly narrowed, his body was still struggling to support himself, and his spirit was drowsy.

"咚咚咚" is the sound of a leather drum, resounding through the sky. Zhao Kang was so excited that he came to his senses. He cursed secretly in his heart, raised his head, and wanted to stretch his sore neck. When he rolled his eyes, he couldn't look back up.

The tall and slender figure slowly walked out of the shadows and walked towards the top of the high platform step by step. The sun hit the man with a golden halo, holy and inviolable. Zhao Kang couldn't see his face clearly, he was too far away But he could think that it must be Zhang Pianruo's startled face, with a peaceful and gentle expression on his face, because the beauty is beyond the skin, Zhao Kang knows how to do this.

With the appearance of the beauty, whispers began to come from around Zhao Kang, listening intently, he heard the word Wei Min.

Wei Min!This name directly hit Zhao Kang's heart, and when he thought that the beauty on stage was Wei Min, his charming heart disappeared.

For many ordinary disciples of Zhennan Mountain School, "Wei Min" is a distant existence, unattainable.They may have the name in their hearts, but they don't know what it is, because they don't see him often.

When practicing on weekdays, he is a disciple specially approved by Pai Net, and he can practice formulas freely on the top of Qingyuan Mountain shrouded in clouds and mist; , the disciples followed behind in embarrassment, and could only look up at Wei Min's straight back; like now, on the top of that high platform, only he is qualified to climb up, which is an honor that even senior brother Gu Chenyu didn't have. They knelt on the ground one by one like mud, and he stood above the crowd in gorgeous clothes, walked by spotlessly, looked down at them from a height, or maybe he didn't look at them at all.

For Zhao Kang, Wei Min is just a hazy outline.

The closest he was to Wei Min was when he was in the sword practice field, but the distance was really far away, not because he didn't want to get closer, but because too many people had this idea.There are too many people, both men and women, and they surrounded the place where Wei Min practiced his sword with a radius of [-] feet. If they are well-trained, the distance of [-] feet will not affect Wei Min's sword practice, which is the best. When Wei Min left, he would politely nod to them, and they would consciously make way for him.

And Zhao Kang could only sneak a peek from the gap between the heads, the man's tall bamboo-like figure, the glint of a sword, the cold light between his raised hands, Zhao Kang wanted to see clearly, but no matter how wide his eyes were, He couldn't see the figure of Jian either, it wasn't that Wei Min shot too fast, but his cultivation base was too shallow.

Wei Min has never told these people, in fact, he doesn't like people around him when he is practicing sword, it makes him very uncomfortable.In a word, for ordinary disciples like Zhao Kang, Wei Min let them understand that when a person is good enough, you will only worship him and not be jealous of him, but in their hearts, Wei Min even There is no sword bone, and there is no need to envy anyone.

For Wei Min personally, he knows that many people pay attention to him, and many people even admire him, but he has not noticed that almost all ordinary disciples respect him very much, which is precisely the reason why Xin Xiangnan wants to push him. The reason to the first place.

Wei Min picked up a special walking stick engraved with complex patterns and materials, which is a blessing vessel for sacrificial ceremonies.After finishing the kowtow, he walked towards a lake like a bronze mirror, with his feet stretched out, and one foot firmly stepped on the clear water. This man was walking on the water, leaving only a faint shadow behind him. Watermarks.

Many people bowed down. To them, this was a miracle. Isn't it a miracle for a beautiful and holy young man to walk on the water?

of course not.All the disciples of the Zhennan Mountain Sect understand very well that this is the wonderful effect of the "Lingbo" tactic, but not everyone can perform it with ease.Xin Xiangnan always said that if Wei Min had a strong soul, then there would be no such thing as their Zhennanshan faction.

This is not a joke for no reason, but Wei Min's talent in Juefa is really shocking. If it wasn't for being picked up by Bu Cheng by chance, he would probably have been accepted by an elder of the Yin Yang Sect.In today's world of cultivating immortals where formulas are prevalent, the Yin Yang Sect always has more face than the Zhennan Mountain Sect at the same level.

Of course, the sword cultivator has also had a good time, one person with one sword, and he would slash anyone who was unhappy, that was the wind direction 50 years ago, for example, when everyone was still at ease.But now the wind direction is different, the magic formula is flourishing and changeable, as a swordsman, you have to practice the sword and pinch the hand formula at the same time, otherwise you won't be able to play outside, just 50 years, this feng shui will take turns.