All Heavens Start with Lu Xiaofeng

Tongtian Peak.

Beside the majestic mountain peak, there are several rays of light of different colors lingering and dancing. They are the magic weapons used by the disciples of the Qingyun Sect. Because the magic weapons are divided into five elements, they have various colors. It looks colorful and very beautiful.

Along with the whistling sound, several rays of light fell on the Baiyu Square of Tongtian Peak.

After collecting the magic weapon, the light dissipated, revealing several graceful figures.

Standing at the front is a woman about 30 years old, with an oval face, eyebrows like distant mountains, a pair of almond-shaped eyes, and a plump figure.But none of the male disciples dared to look at her casually, because this woman is the first Shuiyue master of Xiaozhufeng.

Master Shuiyue has a serious temperament and is serious in speech and smile. Only when he looks at his beloved disciple behind him can he feel a little warmth in his almond eyes: "As a master, go to Yuqing Hall to meet the senior brother who is in charge. You wait outside."

"Yes." All the female disciples said coquettishly.

After Master Shuiyue left, the seven or eight female disciples also breathed a sigh of relief, chattered, and looked at Tongtian Peak curiously.

At this moment, there was a burst of elegant rhythm, which seemed to be sent directly to the ears, and it was extremely pleasant.

"Senior Sister Wenmin, look, the sound of the piano is coming from the Zangshu Pavilion, and there are many people around there, let's go and see if it's okay." A female disciple said happily.

"This..." Senior Sister Wen Min is a beautiful woman with an oval face, hair like clouds, skin like snow, hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay, then go and have a look."

"But, Senior Sister, Master told us to wait outside."

The one who spoke was a woman who looked slightly older than Tian Linger. Although she hadn't fully opened her mouth, she was already dressed in fluttering white clothes.

"Don't worry, Junior Sister Xueqi, we'll just take a look and don't cause trouble."

Senior sister Wen Min smiled and took Junior Sister Xueqi's jade hand, and walked towards Zangshu Pavilion together with a group of junior sisters.

Not long after, the girls arrived outside the Zangshu Pavilion, and when they looked in the direction of the sound of the piano, they all showed an indescribable sense of amazement in their beautiful eyes.

I saw a monk in a moon-white cassock leisurely coiled on the bluestone. He has a beautiful appearance and not a single speck of dust on his body. Even the female monks in Xiaozhufeng felt ashamed of themselves.And the gentleness of expression, the chicness of demeanor are even more comparable to any woman in the world.The guqin rested on its knees, its slender fingers flicked, and the sounds of heaven burst out.

The sound of the zither is also like others, it seems to come from outside the sky, unconventional, full of the natural beauty of the harmony between heaven and earth, as if the sound of the zither has merged into the world, and it seems that the world expresses the heart of heaven with the help of those flawless hands.

This feeling and this scene made all the women in Xiaozhufeng mesmerized.

Even the icy Lu Xueqi had an inexplicable gleam in her beautiful eyes.

Everyone's hearts fluctuated with the sound of the piano, time gradually passed, and the sound of the piano came to an end, like weeping and complaining, like resentment and admiration.

"Humph!"

At this moment, a cold snort sounded, making the almost perfect sound of the piano stained with flaws.

"In a few years, there will be the Qimai Martial Arts Competition. Everyone is still so lazy and only listens to this debauched sound. How to eliminate demons and defend Dao in the future is really an insult to my Qingyun sect!"

Two people came from not far away, the leader was tall and dignified, he was the first pine tree in the lineage of "Longshou Peak" of Qingyunmen.

Among the Qingyun sect, apart from Daoxuan Daoxuan's Tongtian Peak, his Longshou Peak lineage is the most powerful.This Cangsong has a severe nature, in addition to managing the disciples of his own line, he is also in charge of the punishment of the entire Qingyun Sect.The disciples of the Qingyun Sect usually admire the master Daoxuan, but they are most afraid of this unsmiling chief Cangsong.

Under the scolding of Cang Song's head, all the members of Qingyun's sect were silent like cicadas.

The sound of the piano gradually stopped, but the harmonious artistic conception created by the sound of the piano was almost destroyed.

The monk in white stood up, frowned, sighed, and suddenly threw the guqin under Tongtian Peak.

The Tongtian Peak cliff is ten thousand feet high, and the strange rocks are steep.If the guqin is thrown from the top of the mountain, it will not be smashed to pieces, but will also be torn apart, the strings of the qin will break and collapse.

Taoist Cangsong frowned, and said in a cold voice: "It is said that Junior Brother Puzhen took two months to make this piano. It is very precious. Why did you throw it down the mountain?"

Puzhen! ?
The legendary white-clothed monk?

Since Yu Liancheng often went in and out of the Library Pavilion, most of Tongtian Peak's disciples knew his origin.However, the female monks in Xiaozhufeng lit up their beautiful eyes.

In the past year, they had heard countless times the legendary stories about the wonderful monk in white.The young girl Huaichun inevitably felt yearning and admiration. Seeing her at this time, she felt that being famous was not as good as meeting her.Its demeanor is more than words can describe.

The white-clothed monk sighed softly: "This piano has been stained with anger, and it can no longer make ethereal sounds. What is the use of it?"

While speaking, the snow-white long sleeve waved like a cloud, attracting a cloud of water vapor, washed his hands, took out a silk scarf as white as snow, and wiped off the water droplets.

Taoist Cangsong sneered even worse: "Oh? Could that anger come from me?"

"Angry from the heart, good and evil in one thought." The monk in white floated away.

"Wait." Taoist Cangsong said, his voice contained Tai Chi vitality, like thunder bursts, shaking the blood of the disciples around him.

The white-clothed monk raised his chest with one hand, and said calmly, "I don't know what advice Senior Brother Cang Song has?"

Cangsong said humanely: "I heard that Puzhen is a once-in-a-thousand-year genius in Tianyin Temple. He is not only proficient in Buddhism, but also has profound attainments in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Fanfomen supernatural powers, I wonder if it is possible?"

The white-clothed monk shook his head and said: "Puzhen's cultivation base is superficial, how can he be the opponent of Senior Brother Cangsong, and as a person outside the law, it is really wrong to fight fiercely, I hope Senior Brother will forgive me."

Taoist Cangsong's eyes flickered, but he had his own considerations, but today, no matter what, he wanted to find out the truth of this truth, so as not to capsize in the gutter tomorrow.

"I am two hundred years older than Puzhen. It is indeed unfair to fight with my junior. It is better to let my apprentice Qi Hao do it. Although Qi Hao is a generation younger than my junior and is stupid, he has practiced for nearly a hundred years. Puzhen Junior Brother gave me some pointers, and let my disciples of Qing Yun Sect see the supernatural powers of Tianyin Temple, so everyone’s eyes are higher than the top, and they are full of arrogance."

"Master..." The person behind Cang Song was startled, but he didn't expect his master to let him fight.

This disciple is called Qi Hao, handsome, white clothes like snow, carrying the sword "Ice" on his back, he is Cangsong's big disciple, deep true inheritance, almost won the leader in the last Qimai Martial Arts Competition.

"You don't need to say too much, why don't you ask Uncle Puzhen for advice?" Taoist Cangsong's voice became serious, full of majesty and oppression.

The white-clothed monk took a deep look at Cang Song, and sighed: "The deeper the obsession, the heavier the hostility. Senior Brother Cang Song, you are in a bad mood. Be careful of going crazy, you will bring disaster to Qingyun, and you will become a righteous sinner."

Cang Song's complexion changed slightly, the monk's gaze gave him a feeling of being completely naked, as if all the calculations had been seen through, but he was even more annoyed, and his voice became more and more severe: "Qihao, why are you still hesitating? Don't listen!?"

Seeing the master getting angry, even Qi Hao couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.In addition to the words of Master Puzhen, it is indeed a little too much. He actually said that the master will go crazy and bring disaster to Qingyun, so he can only hold the sword formula with his hands. Zhangdu gave off a thin gust of hoarfrost, which was exactly his famous "ice".

"Ask Master Puzhen to enlighten me."

"Idiot also, anger also."

The monk in white shook his head and sighed, turned and left without looking at him again.

As a result, Qi Hao hesitated, wondering if he should make a move.

But he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, he had already sacrificed the magic weapon, but the other party ignored him, could it be that he underestimated him, the great disciple of Longshou Peak.

Cang Song snorted coldly, his eyes swept over to Qi Hao, his face became more serious.

Qi Hao was swept away by his master's eyes, and the pressure immediately doubled.

In addition, I also wanted to try the cultivation of this white-clothed monk, so with a twist of my wrist, the "Ice Sword" turned into a white sword light and shot out towards the white-clothed monk.

"Uncle Puzhen, be careful."

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