Chapter 83: Opening Her Mouth Like a Shrew

There are many houses at the foot of Shenjian Peak, where disciples can be seen practicing martial arts or exchanging cultivation experiences, which is completely different from the calm feeling on the mountain.

This is where ordinary disciples of Shenjian Peak live.

Although the spiritual energy here is not as strong as that on the mountain, and there is no strange spiritual fog that can make people comprehend on the mountain, the environment here is beautiful, unlike the bad weather on the mountain, where there are all kinds of strong winds and gales that make ordinary people unable to stay for a long time. Even if the spiritual energy at the foot of the mountain is not as good as that on the mountain, it is far stronger than other places. Naturally, this place is regarded as a place for ordinary disciples to practice and live.

In fact, it is not only Shenjian Peak, but also other peaks.

Rows of houses are arranged in a circle around Shenjian Peak, and there is a martial arts field in between every few meters. There are more or less disciples of Shenjian Peak practicing and testing moves and talking about the way, which is very lively.

Among these martial arts fields, there is one that is the largest, even nearly ten times larger than the others, located on the main road leading to Shenjian Peak. In this martial arts arena, there stands a giant sword several dozen feet high, with the three characters "Shenjian Peak" engraved on it, emitting a strong sword aura that makes people feel a dull pain in their eyes. Next to the square, there stands a stone tablet with the name of the square engraved on it - the Sword-asking Platform.

This Sword-asking Platform is the main venue of Shenjian Peak. Usually, major events or annual exchanges and competitions of Shenjian Peak are held here. At the same time, this is also the gateway to Shenjian Peak and the location of the mountain gate. Anyone who comes to Shenjian Peak and wants to climb the mountain must enter from here, otherwise they will be treated as enemies.

It is noon, the busiest time for the sword-training platform. In the square, there are many disciples scattered around. Some of them are practicing swordsmanship, some are fighting and testing moves, some are arguing with several people, discussing their cultivation experience, and some may have some insights, sitting quietly with their eyes closed, meditating, and comprehending something.

These disciples are very serious and focused. As cultivators, they all understand that cultivation is like sailing a boat, and if you don't move forward, you will retreat. This is even more true for swordsmanship. If you don't practice for one day, you will be three points less skilled; if you don't practice for ten days, you will gradually become better; if you don't practice for a hundred days or a thousand days, you will be completely different and will be eliminated by other hardworking people.

Only when they take a short break after practicing, they will take out some wine and food, share it with a few people, and relax by chatting and laughing. While chatting and laughing, many disciples will look longingly at the foggy stone road behind the giant sword. There is the only road leading to the Divine Sword Peak. Only after reaching a certain level of cultivation, they will have the opportunity to be recognized by the elders of the Divine Sword Peak, step on this stone road, and go to the Divine Sword Peak to continue practicing. This road is called the Tongtian Road by them.

On weekdays, many disciples would rather give up the near and seek the far, come to the Sword Questioning Platform to practice, because of the existence of this road. Here, if they are lucky, they may meet the senior elders who rarely go down the mountain on weekdays. These people have been practicing on the mountain, and if they want to go down the mountain, they can only pass by here. If they are lucky enough to meet these masters who are in a good mood and give them some advice, then they will benefit a lot. If they are lucky enough to be noticed by these senior masters or even the elders of Shenjian Peak and accepted as disciples, then it is like ascending to heaven in one step.

This is another reason why this mountain stone road is called the road to heaven.

As for who can be accepted as a disciple by the ruthless sword master Ye Zhichen of Shenjian Peak, these disciples dare not even think about it, or even don’t need to think about it. Everyone knows that the ruthless sword master Ye Zhichen is cold and aloof by nature. Not to mention that he never accepts disciples, there are not even a few servants to clean the thatched cottage. If you want to be accepted as a disciple by him, you have to wait until the sun rises in the west.

It’s just that a rumor has been widely circulated recently, saying that Ye Zhichen really accepted a disciple, who is not very old and has lived in his thatched cottage for a long time. But the disciples who know Ye Zhichen very well shook their heads and laughed at this rumor, and no one believed it.

Ye Zhichen accepted disciples? Who believes it?

"I believe it! It is said that this news was spread by a servant who cleaned the hut for Master Ye Feng. He said that he went up the mountain three times in half a year. Every time he cleaned the house for Master Ye Feng, he saw a little boy practicing sword in the yard. One time, he saw Master Ye Feng instructing the little boy to practice sword! Although the person who broke the news was a servant, he was also a master in the Soul Refining Stage. According to his observation, the little boy was not yet in the Core Forming Stage! Although I, Wang Yuan, do not think I am a top genius, I have good aptitude. I was able to cultivate to the Core Forming Stage before I was 30 years old. Now I am in the late Soul Refining Stage. I am only one step away from the Nascent Soul Stage. I can be ranked in the top five among my peers in the Nascent Soul Stage of Shenjian Peak! I don't believe that with my aptitude, I can't beat a little brat who is not even in the Core Forming Stage! Even if there is only a slight chance, I will fight for it!"

In a place closest to the giant sword, several cultivators sat cross-legged with some wine and food in front of them. They were obviously taking a short break. The one who spoke was one of the young men in white, holding a three-foot green sword on his back. After he finished speaking, he picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip, his eyes revealing infinite desire and burning desire.

The people around him all looked helpless when they heard this. They were all friends, and had practiced with the young man in white named Wang Yuan at Shenjian Peak for many years, and they knew him very well. They knew that Wang Yuan was a sword fanatic, and they also knew that the person he admired most was the Sword Saint Ye Zhichen, and he dreamed of becoming Ye Zhichen's disciple. A while ago, rumors spread that Ye Zhichen had accepted an apprentice, and Wang Yuan's heart immediately became hot. Even if others regarded this as a joke, he firmly believed in it. From then on, he came to the sword platform every day to practice, waiting for the elusive opportunity.

"Brother Wang, you are about to enter the Nascent Soul stage. When you enter the Nascent Soul stage, if you can get the favor of the elders on the peak and recognize you, you can naturally go up the mountain to practice and stand out from our generation. If you ask me, this rumor is just a rumor. I don't know which idle and nosy person made it up. Why do you insist on it so hard?" A round-faced girl next to her looked at her helplessly and persuaded her gently, and the others echoed her.

Wang Yuan looked at everyone and shook his head slightly. Just as he was about to refute, he saw that the fog covering the Tongtian Road behind the giant sword suddenly shook and rolled, as if something was about to come out of it.

"There is movement, someone is coming down the mountain!" Several people shouted in a low voice, and immediately stood up, standing respectfully in place, looking at the rolling fog eagerly. At the same time, the disciples who found this abnormality in the square stopped their hands and slowly gathered around.

They knew that the rolling fog must mean that someone must be coming down the mountain, and their opportunity may have come.

It didn't take too long. With the violent stirring of the fog, it suddenly dispersed and a figure emerged from it.

Everyone looked at it intently and saw that the man was not very old, only in his teens, with disheveled hair and torn clothes. There were wounds all over his body. Although they were not deep, they made him look extremely miserable.

Looking at this short and slightly fat young "senior", the disciples thought silently for a long time, but they couldn't match this "senior" with the masters they knew in their memories. Looking at his young and even immature round face, they couldn't help but show a puzzled look.

Could it be a new master that they didn't know? Or a disciple of a senior on the mountain?

Amid everyone's suspicion, the fat little "senior" walked out of the fog and stood still, took a deep breath, and suddenly shouted.

"My young master, I'm finally out!!!!"

The full-bodied shout made the disciples even more confused.

Could it be a senior master who was practicing in seclusion? No wonder he has such a good anti-aging skill, he can keep his face like a child, his cultivation is really unfathomable and unimaginable.

Wang Yuan and his companions, who were closest to him, were dumbfounded. They were close, and from the aura they sensed, this little fat man was not an old senior with anti-aging skills, but a young cultivator in the Jindan stage, just not very old.

After the little fat man finished shouting, he ignored the people who were looking at him, but turned around suddenly, put one hand on his waist, pointed at the mountain with the other, and cursed.

"Ye Zhichen, you damned face! You trapped me for half a year, not giving me meat to eat, and even broke the restriction to embarrass me! Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah! I finally made it out! Hahahahaha, I'm going to piss you off, you cold-faced uncle!!!"

"And this broken mountain, why did you grow so tall for no reason?! Don't you know that the wind will be strong on such a high mountain?! You teamed up with the Ye surname to bully me, and you also want me to be unable to get down the mountain! I bah in your face, but you still made me get out! You damned face, you dare to use the strong wind to hit me, is my Taoist magic so easy to break?! Do you think the things that Taoists taught me are street goods, and you can break them whenever you want?!"

"And your fog, who is this? Did you make this because you have nothing to do? Don't you know that I hate fog the most? ! Black fog, white fog, dead fog, fog, all of them are against me! You made this fog to block my way just to disgust me, right? There is also some sword energy in it, and you want to attack me, bah! Even the sword energy restriction made by the dead face surnamed Ye can't stop me, and you want to stop me with your little sword energy? ! Bah bah bah! ! ! "

As if he felt that cursing was not enough, the fat man who had been spitting for a long time wiped the saliva on his cheeks, waved his hand to take out a long sword wrapped in animal skin, pulled it out with a "clang", and suddenly swung the sword forward to chop, and sword energy mixed with several colors flew out and shot into the fog.

After the chopping, the little fat man seemed to feel unsatisfied. He put away his sword, pinched a Dao spell in his hand, and shouted in a low voice: "The sky and the earth are boundless, the universe borrows the law!"

With his voice, a ball of fire appeared on his fingertips pinching the Dao spell, and with a wave of his hand, it also shot into the fog as fast as sword energy.

The fog, which was attacked several times in succession, had no reaction. After the fog rolled slightly, it returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

The little fat man didn't care about this. He wanted to vent his anger, as long as he could vent it. At this time, he was no longer angry, and he turned around with a refreshed spirit. He was about to greet the bright sunshine, but suddenly found that the huge square behind him was full of monks who looked at him stupidly, or were stunned or had strange faces.

"Ah?" The little fat boy was slightly surprised, his face changed instantly, effortlessly turning into a shy expression, lowering his head slightly, gently looking up at everyone, shyly saying: "Hello, brothers and sisters! Don't look at me like that, I will be shy~!"

The petrified disciples couldn't help but roll their eyes, and cursed in their hearts: "Are you kidding? Shy? You, a shrew-like little bastard, would be shy?"

At the same time, they were secretly shocked in their hearts.

Thinking about the person the little fat boy just scolded, it seems, it seems, maybe, probably, it seems to be Ye Zhichen?

The master of the Divine Sword Peak, the Ruthless Sword Saint Ye Zhichen? !