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Volume 1 Sharpening the Sword Chapter 20 There is a Ghost in the Back Mountain

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    Chapter 20 There is a ghost in the back mountain()

    Among the five peaks of Yuncheng, Rising Sun Peak is in the east, Six Fingers Peak is in the west, and Fei Waterfall Peak is in the north. However, Wangyue Peak, which has only Numenmen sitting in the south and looks north, surrounds the main peak Lingyun Peak in the center with the other three peaks, and is between the two adjacent peaks.  There is a cable bridge connected by thousands of meters of steel cables, which is wrapped with thick ivy all year round and looks natural.

    On the evening of the same day that Yun Chen was taken to Lingyun Peak for punishment, Di Yunjing, who had been in seclusion for four years, successfully refined his Qi and transformed his essence. At the same time, this news overwhelmed the news that just a moment ago was because Yun Chen was personally punished by the master.  The uproarous news spread throughout Yuncheng Xuanzong.  You must know that the last time this record was broken was by her disciple Meng Yunxue. It took four years and two months to refine Qi and transform into Yuan.

    "Could it be that the Yuncheng Xuanzong has been declining since then?" Not only the Yuncheng disciples thought this, but even the other three peak masters looked jealous.

    The happiest person is undoubtedly Gui Qianyue, the leader of Wangyue Peak. It was her vision and methods coupled with her initial indulgence of Di Yunjing, the little overlord, that together contributed to Di Yunjing's today's feat.  It can be said that if the overall strength of the female disciples continues to surpass the second-generation disciples on other peaks, it is not impossible to take charge of Yuncheng Xuanzong in the future.

    The most frustrated and resentful person was Di Yunliang. He had reached the fifth level in four years. He was about to refine his Qi and transform his Yuan into energy. However, he was robbed of the limelight by Di Xinjing, a crazy girl who had been against him in the family since she was a child. It turned out that  He expected to refine his Qi and transform himself into a robe and return home to show off his majesty in front of his tribe. But now everything was in vain, and he could only secretly go to seclusion to practice.

    As soon as Di Yunjing came out of seclusion, the first thing she did was to grab Yun Rong and ask: "How many hailstorms did it rain?" This was an additional condition for her promise to her master to practice the Ice Silence Mental Technique, and she had to have someone remember it for her.  After a few hailstorms, Gui Qianyue immediately handed over this task to Yun Rong, who took care of her food and clothing.

    "Call Senior Sister!" Yun Rong stared, and gestured with her fist to Di Yunjing, who was neither big nor small.

    There is no way, people have to bow their heads under the eaves, and in the past four years, Yun Rong has taken good care of Di Yunjing except for her harsh tone towards Di Yunjing. Di Yunjing is arrogant but not arrogant. She still knows who treats her well.  , so he shouted simply: "Senior sister!"

    The sweet and greasy voice made Yun Rong unnaturally get goosebumps, "Big hail never fell, and small hail like raindrops appeared before every snowfall, at least a hundred times in four years!"  Yun Rong didn't know why Yun Jing couldn't forget Hailibei.

    "Yeah!" Yun Jing cheered, and then asked with a little worry: "How much rain did it rain?"

    "You didn't let me remember this." Yun Rong frowned. She really disagreed with her junior sister's hobbies. Who would remember how many rains and snows they had when they were free?  But when she saw Yun Jing's pitiful look, her heart softened, and she said: "We are located in the northwest, and there is always more snow and less rain. If you don't count sleet and sleet, it will not exceed 100% in the past four years.  Fifty rains.¡±

    Di Yunjing listened and nodded repeatedly, "That's right, that's the way it is." After saying that, she ran towards the cable bridge leading to Rising Sun Peak on the edge of the cliff, and shouted from a distance: "Brother Xinchen, Xinchen  Brother Chen, Jinger is here~"

    "Be careful." Yun Rong was in a panic. The cable bridge connecting the two peaks was swaying and narrow, and clouds and mist were rolling up and down. Even many disciples who had been practicing for many years did not dare to leave until they had mastered the light skill of flying snow. Yun Rong was about to help Yun Jing.  However, he was stopped by Gui Qianyue who was one step behind Yun Jing.

    "Have you seen her?"

    In Yun Rong¡¯s eyes, Di Yunjing stared straight ahead, running with rolling legs without any pause on the cable bridge, running across the cable bridge several kilometers in one go, and rushed to Rising Sun Peak.

    "Yun Rong, do you know why I compromised with Yun Jing and left her on the mountain?" Gui Qianyue asked.

    Yun Rong really doesn¡¯t know this. She knows that if any of her disciples were as arrogant as Yun Jing when they first went up the mountain, they would be kicked out by Gui Qianyue.

    "It's courage. Yun Jing's courage is even higher than that of you and Yun Xue. She is born to practice swordsmanship. My master once taught me that only those who are courageous can wield swords in the world, and they will be unfavorable in every situation!"

    "But Master, Yun Chen just did it." Yun Rong said worriedly. She was afraid that Di Yunjing, a little bully with no fear of anything, would run up to Lingyun Peak for Yun Chen and cause chaos.

    A rare faint smile appeared on Gui Qianyue's face, "I hope this Yun Chen will be locked up longer, so that I have a reason to let Yun Jing continue to practice hard."

    The Grand Master¡¯s Ancestral Hall is located in a mountain depression in the back mountain of Lingyun Peak. Except for a path that leads along the cliff from Lingyun Peak, it is surrounded by cliffs. Even people with excellent Qinggong skills find it difficult to reach from other places.

    There is a small temple-like courtyard in the mountain col. This is the ancestral hall that enshrines the tombs of the ancestors of the Yuncheng sect of past dynasties.  Because this place is located in Shanyin, it is open all year round.Seeing the sunshine, coupled with the ancient trees covering the sky and strange rocks surrounding the ancestral hall, the first impression given is that of a gloomy atmosphere.

    Is Di Yunchen afraid of ghosts?  At least when the law enforcement elder Lin Qiandong sent him here, he was still a little lucky.  It's so quiet here, no one disturbs me when I practice.  While comforting himself, he ignored the look of intolerance in Lin Qiandong's eyes when he left. In other words, he was abandoned by his mother and adopted as a child, and he never wanted to see the mercy shown by others out of sympathy.

    The courtyard wall built against the mountain is covered with maroon ivy, with a few small dark red flowers blooming sparsely, like blood flowers that bloom when blood flows.  Pushing open the only house in the small courtyard, what he saw was thick dust and dry cobwebs. A strong musty smell hit his face. Di Yunchen's brows furrowed together. The smell of decay and death filled the air.  , almost making it difficult for him to breathe.

    His eyes wandered around the main hall. On both sides were eight hideous-looking diamond statues. A silent scream rose in Di Yunchen's heart. The stone statues with their teeth and claws seemed to want to devour his flesh and blood.

    The incense on the sacred table enshrining a row of more than twenty spiritual tablets had been extinguished for a long time. A gust of wind blew from outside the door and rolled up the incense ashes in the incense bowl on the sacred table towards Di Yunchen. Di Yunchen was frightened.  He quickly knelt down and kowtowed several times to the spiritual tablets of the ancestors, then quickly closed the door and retreated outside the hall.

    There is a haunted place on Lingyun Peak. Di Yunchen also vaguely heard a few senior brothers mention it. Looking at the sky, the small courtyard, and the main hall of the ancestral hall, Di Yunchen already knew in his heart that he was afraid that he would be killed by Shangguan Qianhong.  The old man was locked up in a haunted house.

    As for the theory of gods and demons, Di Yunchen, who has read wild history books since childhood, still believes in it.  However, he believed what was mentioned in the book, that most demons have minds. If the mind is trembling, the ghosts are close, and if the mind is calm, the ghosts are far away.  If Di Yunching's courage is more like the recklessness of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, then Di Yunchen's courage is to deal with it calmly.

    Di Yunchen stopped worrying and sat cross-legged in front of the main hall door and calmly indulged in practicing. It was not until the dark sky and night fell that Di Yunchen, who was hungry and had his chest pressed against his back, woke up from practicing. At this moment, the ancestral hall was as quiet as  It was a pool of stagnant water, but he discovered a new problem. No one came to bring him food They were planning to starve him to death!

    In this grandmaster's ancestral hall, where the sky and the earth are not responding, Di Yunchen ran out of the small courtyard and took a deep drink of the snow water flowing down the cliff. After returning to the small courtyard, he pulled out the Qingfeng sword he brought with him.  , not to be brave, but because he was used to dancing the sword in the snow at night.

    In the middle of the night, the wind became stronger and more urgent. After pouring into the mountain col, waves of "woo-woo" echoed in the ancestral hall, like the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling.  Di Yunchen was still dancing with his sword, his steps steady and slow, and at the same time, his mind was also working.

    "Hahahaha." A burst of fierce ghost laughter, like coming from the Nine Netherworld, came from the Grandmaster's Ancestral Hall, mixed with the "woo woo" echoing wind, and echoed in the small courtyard. This is a kind of humiliation.  Her unwilling and arrogant smile will make you panic and a little sad.

    Di Yunchen's sword dance became even more urgent, but his steps were already chaotic.

    The ghost's laughter became even more shrill, overpowering the sound of wind swirling around Yun Chen's ears, disrupting the last line of defense in his heart. As the main hall door creaked and swayed, countless ghost figures seemed to be rushing towards him from the main hall.  Their faces were as white as paper, with blood-red tongues hanging out, and their teeth and claws showing.

    Di Yunchen stopped practicing his sword and knelt on the ground, closing his eyes and covering his ears. However, the sad laughter still echoed in his heart, ghosts still lingered in his mind, and their sharp nails had torn his heart and lungs apart.  , they pulled his intestines and laughed and danced.

    "Ah." Di Yunchen shouted, and he passed out, exhausted mentally and physically from the torture.

    At the same time, the ghost screams in the courtyard stopped silently, leaving only the whirling mountain wind!
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