First Immortal of the Sword Chapter 1628: Beautiful strokes
Staring at the name "Li Nandu" engraved on the stone tablet, it took a long time for Su Yi to withdraw his gaze.
It's getting late and night is coming.
But Su Yi did not delay, he decided to start the twelfth floor of Qingya now.
Meng Xinguan watched Su Yi walk down the mountain road leading to Qingya Peak, and after thinking about it, he turned around and left.
……
Blue Cliff Peak.
On the mountain road, Su Yi walked alone.
In my mind, I couldn't help but see the scene of my past life when I was young.
It's all because the experience of his youth is like an indelible mark to him as Wang Ye in his previous life.
And Li Nandu was Wang Ye's first guide on the road of cultivation!
Since the age of seven, Wang Ye has been practicing with Li Nandu. He has already learned that Li Nandu is from Qingya Academy and once served as the elder of Qingya Academy.
Li Nandu's lifelong ambition was to "help the whole world". He was stationed at the sixth day for 64,000 years. During this period, he was wounded countless times, killed countless enemies, and died more than once!
But Li Nandu has never flinched. He is open-minded, resolute, wise, and ambitious. Under his words and deeds, he had a profound impact on Wang Ye's temperament when he was a teenager.
Until Wang Ye was twenty-seven years old, he entered the depths of the enemy camp alone, fought **** battles for 30 days, experienced many dangers of life and death, and returned with thousands of **** heads.
He was greeted with terrible news.
On the sixth day, I fell!
Li Nandu's head was hung high above the city wall.
His uncle, Wang Xuanting, was slapped with cramps and put to death.
Those comrades who had fought alongside him were turned into bones.
And the murderer is his biological father, a big man in the alien demon camp!
At that time, Wang Ye went crazy and collapsed!
On that day, his father stepped down from the top of the city wall on the sixth day, stared into his eyes, and scolded expressionlessly:
"Your mother is a bitch, and you are also an unworthy son!"
His father also said: "This time, I won't kill you, I want you to see how the world you guard will treat you in the future!"
"If you can't get along, go to me, kneel in front of me and repent, and I'll give you a place to stand!"
After putting down these humiliating and disdainful words, the man left with an army of alien demons.
That day, Wang Ye knelt down on the ground, facing the sixth day pass, shedding two lines of blood and tears.
Even in the years to come, Wang Ye committed suicide into a foreign demon clan, beheading his father who had defiled his mother Wang Xuansu, and slaughtering the entire hundred thousand demon clan army.
Even if Wang Ye later climbs to the top of the Immortal Dao, the sword will overwhelm the world.
But all of this can't save Li Nandu's life.
What I experienced when I was young naturally became the regret and pain that could not be erased in Wang Ye's heart.
"Sir, today I came to Qingya Academy, which you were proud of all your life, and now, I will replace my previous life and end what I promised you."
Su Yi murmured in his heart.
In my mind, a thin old man appeared in a trance, smiled and said to Wang Ye, who was only sixteen years old, "Little guy, you are a student brought out by my Li Nandu. If there is a chance in the future, you must come back. Let's take a walk in Qingya Academy, let's go to the 12th floor of Qingya!"
Speaking, the old man patted Wang Ye on the shoulder, "A disciple doesn't have to be inferior to a teacher, I believe, you can do it!"
At that time, Wang Ye solemnly agreed to this matter!
Unfortunately, before Wang Ye could fulfill his promise, Li Nandu had already been killed, and Wang Ye was regarded as a traitor by the entire fairyland, so he hid in the world and became a wanderer.
Until later, when Wang Ye really stood firm in the fairyland, he was no longer qualified to go to the 12th floor of Qingya.
While thinking about it, Su Yi has come to the first pavilion.
In the pavilion, there is a desk with a pen on it.
This first level is called "Beautiful Pens Produce Flowers", and it tests the cultivation of the immortals of the universe.
The passers-by need to hold the writing brush on the case slip, and write a sentence on the wall of the hall with their own cultivation. The content is not limited.
If "flowers grow under the brush", it can resonate with the three major Taoist forbidden formations covered on the wall, and it can be called the unparalleled hero, ranked second.
Attracting the resonance of the four to six major Taoist forbidden formations, it can be called a rare genius, ranked first.
Attracting the resonance of the seventh to ninth major Taoist forbidden formations, it can be called a unique talent that shakes the ancients and shines today, and is listed as a masterpiece.
In the years since ancient times, there have been countless powerhouses who have only crossed the first floor, and there are very few powerhouses who may be able to rank first.
And it is rare to see a strong person who can be ranked as a peerless product in thousands of years!
It is worth mentioning that, in order to pass through the twelfth floor of Qingya and let the bell ring twelve times, the score on the first floor must be unparalleled.
Su Yi is not very interested in passing the level.
He took the brush by himself, came to the wall on the side of the hall, and waved the brush.
Om!
As the pen tip fell, the wall suddenly glowed, blooming a lifelike avenue flower with petals blooming layer by layer, magnificent, colorful and sacred.
As Su Yi swiped and wrote, one after another the wonderful flowers of the Great Dao bloomed, and the entire hall was illuminated with brilliance.
The blossoming avenues of wonderful flowers represent a layer of forbidden formations on the avenues.
Until the middle of Su Yi's writing, nine flowers have bloomed, reaching the top ranks of peerless products. This achievement alone is enough to be regarded as a unique talent that shakes the past and the present!
But it's not over.
The tenth, the eleventh, the twelfth... A blossoming avenue of wonderful flowers emerges from the tip of Su Yi's pen.
Until Su Yi put away the brush in his hand.
On the four walls of the main hall, there are 18 wonderful avenues covered in layers, which fit each other and create an indescribable resonance.
One after another, a waterfall of light rain fell on Su Yi, soaking and condensing his cultivation.
In just a few blinks of an eye, all these visions disappeared.
As for Su Yi's cultivation, he has improved a little!
Looking at the wall again, a line of golden handwriting is gradually disappearing.
That's a sentence—
"A disciple doesn't have to be inferior to a teacher, it's better to be better than a teacher!"
This is not only Su Yi's thought, but also Li Nandu's expectation for Wang Ye during his lifetime.
Putting down the brush, Su Yi turned and left.
The entire hall on the first floor suddenly returned to its previous silence.
But in the dark, a shocked old voice sounded:
"Writing a pen gives birth to a wonderful meaning, and eighteen flowers bloom! What kind of a heaven-defying evildoer can this be done?"
Following, another hurried voice with a trembling voice sounded: "It is certain that no one has ever done this step since the construction of the 12th floor of Qingya!"
"Unheard, unseen!"
"Who is this guy? Why haven't I seen it before? Do you want to check it out now?"
"Don't panic, let's see how far he can go."
"Alright."
...The voice of the secret discussion soon fell silent.
It's just that the old people who were talking about it didn't know at all. In the previous test, Su Yi didn't fully use his cultivation.
Otherwise, the level of achievement is destined to be more than that.
……
In the pavilion on the second floor, there are nine ancient bronze cauldrons only about a foot high.
This level is called "Power Can Carry the Tripod", and it tests the physical strength of the passers-by.
Each ancient bronze cauldron is an immortal vessel. It seems to be only a few feet tall, but the lightest one is comparable to the weight of a ten thousand zhang immortal mountain!
And the heaviest ancient bronze cauldron is said to be forged by the innate "Essence of Wu Earth".
Not to mention carrying it on your shoulders.
All the passers-by have to do is to choose an ancient bronze cauldron and carry it up with the power of the flesh.
When Su Yi arrived, there were many eyes secretly paying attention.
"You say, will he choose the heaviest ninth cauldron?"
"I should give it a try. After all, in the past years, anyone with a bit of daring will try it out."
"Among the passers-by from ancient times to the present, I remember that only 17 people have carried the ninth cauldron in the cosmos cultivation base. Of the seventeen strong men, nine are demon cultivators, such as the descendants of Suyan. , the descendants of Zhu Yan, and the descendants of Kui Niu, all of them are powerful."
"The other eight are either Vajra warriors who can't destroy their golden bodies from Buddhism, or stubborn scumbags who can't destroy their demons."
"The young man in front of him is obviously a sword cultivator. When he was writing on the first floor, the strength of his strokes was like a sword's blade unsheathed, and you all knew that the physique of the sword cultivator... Not as good as those demon cultivators, Buddhist cultivators and demon cultivators."
"In my opinion, he may be able to pass the level easily this time, but I'm afraid it will be difficult to lift the heaviest ninth tripod."
"Yes, I think so too."
...The chatter suddenly stopped, because under those gazes, Su Yi chose the lightest ancient bronze cauldron and casually carried it on his shoulders.
Before they could react, Su Yi picked up the second ancient bronze cauldron and placed his hands on the first ancient cauldron on his shoulders.
After that, he picked up the third, fourth, and fifth ancient bronze cauldrons one after another, like picking up bricks and stones, and carried them on his shoulders.
From the beginning to the end, it seemed extremely relaxed, like picking a corn in the field and carrying it on the shoulders, without a trace of difficulty.
That scene made the eyes of those in the dark go straight.
In the past, someone had done this before, but it had never been as easy as that young man in green robe.
"Can he still carry the sixth ancient cauldron in a row?"
Someone couldn't help but say ~IndoMTL.com~ As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yi carried the sixth cauldron.
"This..."
Before people could react, Su Yi picked up the seventh and eighth ancient cauldrons one after another.
At this point, people are stunned and their eyes are rounded.
He carried eight ancient cauldrons in one breath. The terrifying physical strength made them almost suspect that they saw a legendary humanoid dragon!
If you are seen by the Buddhist monks who can move mountains and reclaim the sea, they will bow their heads in shame!
"Under such circumstances, he... can he still carry the heaviest ninth cauldron together?"
Someone swallowed hard.
As soon as the words came out, he shook his head in denial.
How is this possible?