In the early morning of Wunian Mountain, it was already dawn for an hour, and most of the mountain gates were still hidden.

Years of simple life have made the sect deserted. Apart from the sound of the disciples of the Martial Pavilion practicing martial arts and fighting, it is hard to hear anything else.

On the cleaned bluestone path, I occasionally saw a few outer disciples passing by in a hurry, and instantly returned to silence.

In the small gate of the back mountain, the little boy was seriously sweeping the snow inside the door. In such a remote and cold place, the senior brothers were reluctant to come, and they always tried every means to rely on it for themselves.

He looked up and wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking at the four pavilions on the mountainside, which were silhouetted among the snow cypresses, but the boy showed a satisfied smile. Fortunately, the Master Yunye Pavilion took it in, otherwise he would not be able to live a safe life now in Zhiwu Pavilion.

While feeling moved, two ink figures came from a distance, one looked like Senior Brother Yunyang from the Ruling Pavilion, and the other was wrapped in a black hooded cloak. Isn’t it the man who asked to see the sect leader just at dawn?

Suddenly thinking of his embarrassing things, Yunxue's face burned again.

"Yunxue, open the back door."

Yun Yang glanced at the man next to him and whispered. Seeing the respect of Pavilion Master Mingyu to this person, he must have been so important that he naturally did not dare to be arrogant in front of this person.

"Yes, Senior Brother Yunyang."

Seeing that the heavy and dark back door was opened by a small body, Mr. Qin Si raised his foot and took a step forward. As soon as he took a step, he stopped suddenly, turned his head to look at the boy with a respectful face full of redness and drooping eyes, and was a little thoughtful.

But in a moment, he said to Yun Yang who was following him: "The last person, just him..."

Unexpectedly, the man who was cold and silent all the way in front of him would speak, and Yun Yang was stunned.

As soon as he realized what the distinguished guest said, he saw the man with a black cloak rolling over and galloping away.

Yun Yang and Yun Xue looked at each other, and found that they were both confused, so they had to silently remember the man's instructions and report to the Pavilion Master.

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In the Lixin Garden, the disciple who got up early to sweep the snow was nowhere to be seen. Ming Yu was familiar with the road and found the warm pavilion and pushed the door open and entered.

Senior brother Ming Chi was slapping something at the low table in the warm gaze. The remaining flowers on the ground were filled with the smell of various plum blossoms mixed with the smell of wine, which made people intoxicated.

"Xiao Yu, come and see if my newly brewed plum blossom wine is comparable to that old man's Qingzhujian."

The sect leader Mingchi, who was over fifty years old, had his cheeks flushed by the heat of the warm gaze, and the glittering gleam in his eyes showed his good mood at this time.

When Ming Yu heard his senior brother's words, a trace of discomfort flashed across his serious face.

"Senior brother, I am already forty. Can you stop calling me that? How can I take charge of the Zhilu Pavilion by my junior disciples?"

Ming Chi waved his hand indifferently, "Okay, okay, have you forgotten this for a moment of happiness? I won't just say that next time I won't call you that."

After saying this many times, my senior brother was still like this, and he must have turned around and forgot again. Alas... Ming Yu suddenly felt powerless.

I have been in charge of the Law Pavilion for many years. Whether it is a disciple who makes mistakes or a master who violates the rules, I can always take it selflessly and seriously. However, as the senior brother of the sect leader, I will always be at a disadvantage and have no choice.

Thinking of this, Ming Yu pulled the collar in annoyance.

Mingchi left a small pot of wine and packed the remaining sealed jar, with his movements skillfully and naturally.

"You have always been afraid of heat and refuse to enter my warm room. Why are you feeling uncomfortable now?"

Mingchi was busy with himself and asked without raising his head.

"Senior brother, this warmhouse is too hot. I am afraid of heat, so I naturally don't dare to come too much."

Ming Yu sat at the low table and saw that his senior brother gave him a glass of plum blossom wine, but he didn't dare to drink it. Wouldn't it be even hotter after drinking it?

"I don't have internal strength. In this centrifugal garden, I am naturally afraid of the cold and I can't compare to you."

Ming Chi was busy plastering mud on the wine jar, not shy away from the mediocre martial arts.

Everyone in the world thinks that the leader of the Li Sect is very skilled in martial arts, especially the Li Xin sword, which only hears his voice and disappears, has become the object of challenge that everyone wants to challenge.

The real leader of Li Zong, Ming Chi, is such a person who has made no achievements in martial arts.

It is such a person who silently took charge of the Li Zong for 30 years, making the four pavilions respectful, and all the disciples in the sect convinced him. The abilities and means can be seen.

Ming Chi wiped out the sealing mud and left the warm tent, buried several jars of plum blossoms under the wintersweet tree, rubbed his frozen hands, quickly returned to the house, and closed the door.

Pour a cup of sake that had just soaked plum blossoms from the warm wine pot, took a sip, and smacked his lips with satisfaction.

"Tsk tsk, this winter is really cold, and the plum blossoms are blooming very well." After saying that, he reached out to the wine pot.

Seeing this, Mingyu hurriedly protected the wine pot in front of him, "Senior brother is trying to get drunk. Do you throw me the matter of Mr. Qin Si?"

Ming Chi's thoughts were exposed to the point of being sharp.

"Hahaha, junior brother, why do you think so? If I drink too much, the plum blossom is too intoxicating. I definitely didn't mean to escape from the affairs of the sect."

Even if Ming Yu said that, Ming Chi refused to accept it. This tactic always worked hard in front of several junior brothers.

"Oh, senior brother, everything else is easy to say. Su Yu's promise is the secret matter of only one sect leader in the sect. It would be fine if I let junior brother know, I will never dare to make a decision on your behalf!"

A look of determination appeared on Ming Yu's dark face.

"Okay, just don't make things difficult for you."

Ming Chi didn't force it, staring at the warm wine in front of Ming Yu intently, "Give me the wine first, I can't get drunk in this pot."

Ming Chi grabbed the wine, poured himself another cup, and said slowly: "Qin Junli is just here to test me today, and she will never drag her to leave the sect and enter the world so quickly."

He looked at the book that Ming Yu was holding and said, "The court is currently in trouble. Several princes are getting older and gradually know how to compete for fame and fortune.

If you want to compete for the world, the Fourth Master Qin had to take the throne of Southern Qin first. Although the emperor was in poor health, it would be fine if he could last for a few more years.

In terms of legitimate power, there is the second prince Qin Junyi, and in terms of eldest son, the eldest prince Qin Junhan of Mingfei, is not a good deal. Even if the fourth prince has the Bai family behind it, the Bai family is gradually declining, and it is not easy to fight for the throne."

Mingyu frowned and thought about what his senior brother said, "I have been in Wunian Mountain for too many years. Although I have a bookkeeper, I still feel unfamiliar with things outside the mountain, especially the twists and turns of the imperial family, and I really don't want to get involved."

"It seems that the fourth young master chose a disciple of the Yun generation." Ming Chi pulled out the book of the book from Ming Yu's hand as he spoke, and did not open it immediately, and knocked it in his hand one after another.

"I guess first, well, it's probably Yunqi and Yunjing."

Seeing that the senior brother guessed it was almost impossible, Ming Yu was not surprised, "So, senior brother, you have to come in person for this matter."

Ming Chi opened the roster and looked at it line by line, just like what he guessed.

But when I saw the last name, I instantly smiled.

Seeing that the senior brother changed his face, Ming Yu looked at Ming Chi, "Yunxue... Originally, Mr. Qin wanted to choose three disciples of the Yun generation, but later he only chose Yunqi and Yunjing, but before leaving, Yunxue, Yunshu, added to the Zhishu Pavilion. I was about to come to talk to my senior brother about this."

Ming Yu explained in doubt.

"Have you given him the list of disciples of the Yun generation?"

Mingchi thought about something and asked with a frown.

"Have them all taken."

Mingyu didn't know why his senior brother suddenly changed color, and his heart was inexplicably sinking.

Yun Xue, who has low qualifications, should not be the best choice for the Lord of Suyu, or it should be said that she cannot catch the eyes of Master Qin Si, but that person just likes him.

It is not your own strength to guess that people's hearts are not your own strengths, so you can't figure out the reason.

After frowning for a long time, Ming Chi threw the list on the low table with a bang, took a big sip in the wine pot, and the cold plum blossom wine flowed down his throat.

As if she was so excited that she took back a little Qingming, Ming Chi let go of her wrinkled head: "Forget it, she's just a little disciple from the Book Pavilion. The little fox of the Qin family must be making some ideas. She doesn't want to do it anymore. It's too much trouble..."

After saying that, he took the warm wine from the stove and poured a glass of it.

Ming Yu finally let go of his brows frowned again. When did the senior brother warm up a pot of wine under his nose?

Before his junior brother was muttering, Ming Chi waved his hand and sent Ming Yu away.

Mingchi still knows this junior brother who has been with him for most of his life. If he doesn't leave now, he will definitely think that life is worse than death later. No matter how good the wine is, it will make people unable to taste it.

Seeing that my junior brother closed the door, Ming Chi, who was tasting wine, took off his pretended relaxed attitude.

When I saw Yunxue's name, I lost the mood to drink. It was not because of Yunxue, the child, and Mingchi really cared about the person who was in the Book Pavilion - Yun Ye.

Wunianshan has many disciples and is basically orphans, so from the beginning of entering the sect, he has to practice martial arts and learn skills.

The masters in the sect taught me very rigorously, and their studies were difficult and heavy, and many disciples complained. What's more, they couldn't stand the punishment and asked to leave, willing to be a servant and have a dull life.

There will also be many people with firm minds who have survived the stage of learning skills, but are eliminated in the competition and assessment, and ultimately cannot enter the Zhiwu Pavilion, which combines martial arts in the world.

In the 31st year of the Ming Dynasty, Yicheng, a disciple of the Yun generation, led by Yun Qi, Yun Huan and Yun Ye, passed the trial and entered the Zhiwu Pavilion.

Yun Qi is the youngest, but the most skillful. Although he is laughing and naughty, his set of Floating Life Sword Spirit is elegant and ethereal, hurting the enemy invisibly. His opponent is often deceived by his baby face, and he has no chance to fight back when the sword energy leaves his body.

Yun Huan is calm and calm, and Huanyang's sword technique is straight and solid, complementing his strong internal strength. Except for the masters of the four pavilions, there are few opponents.

Yun Ye is as gentle as jade, but his best attitude is Wuwang Sword. The sword in his sleeve comes and goes without a trace, does not show the mountains and rivers, and does not fight for the day. He is not the most outstanding among the disciples of the Yun generation, but he always wins in the match.

As soon as his friend Master Huikong came to visit, the sect leader Mingchi invited Huikong to meet his future disciples who were in charge of Li Sect.

"Alien stars break through the sky, meet and kill each other."

Huikong looked at the boy from a distance, shook his head unfortunately, and said to Mingchi.

As a rare monk in Southern Qin who was found in a century, Huikong was very famous throughout Southern Qin and even Northern Qi. He was proficient in Buddhism and could break the numerology, but he was rarely criticized for his destiny.

When I first met that boy in Lixinyuan, I used the eight words "Alien stars break through the sky, meet and kill each other".

"A person with this fate is too harsh in his temper. When he enters the world, the storm will rise; when he enters the court, the creatures will sigh. If he does not calm down, he will eventually hurt others and yourself."

Huikong warned Ming Chi in this way: "Your Zhiwu Pavilion has too much murderous aura, so it's better not to let this child have too much contact..."

After hearing what my friend said, Ming Chi felt something strange in his heart and frowned slightly.
To be continued...