Two days later, Li Fuyao and Yu Fu Yiyan were at the foot of Ganhe Mountain.

The snow keeps stopping.

Li Fuyao was still wearing a cotton robe, with a Yufu holding an umbrella beside him.

But the sword at his waist had already reached Yu Fu's arms.

Yu Fu, who was holding an umbrella in one hand and holding a sword in one hand, seemed a little busy, but he was happy in his heart and smiled on his face.

Li Fuyao thought about it, took the oil-paper umbrella and held it in his hand.

This turned out to be him holding an umbrella.

The two stood at the foot of the mountain waiting for Chen Bingjun.

Chen Bingjun, who was wearing a long robe in gold thread, was just wearing ordinary clothes today, with average materials. This was simply unimaginable for him who had been frugal since childhood. But he didn't care. Being able to stop practicing swords from then on and instead study and study is the best thing he thought.

He was only followed by five or six entourages, all of which were black robes.

After seeing Li Fuyao from afar, Chen Bingjun jogged over with a smile on his face, "Let Brother Li wait for a long time."

Li Fuyao smiled and said nothing.

Move forward and climb the mountain.

It’s snowing again today, and it’s hard to walk on the mountain road, but it’s all the martial artists in the world, but it doesn’t seem very difficult.

Since Li Fuyao was asked to go up the mountain instead of Chen Bingjun, Li Fuyao was naturally walking in front. He held an umbrella and walked side by side with Yufu. Chen Bingjun was holding an umbrella behind him and whispered: "I originally wanted to bring all the sword to Brother Li, but it was really precious. The old man regarded it as a treasure on weekdays. Bingjun dared not give it out at will. Brother Li."

Li Fu shook his head, continued to move forward slowly, and said softly: "Brother Chen never thought that one day he would become famous when practicing swordsmanship?"

This is not Li Fuyao's words. He had secretly seen the roots of Chen Bingjun before and found that if he practiced swords, his achievements would definitely not be lower than those of Yufu, so he asked this question.

Chen Bingjun just shook his head and said, "If you don't have ambition, you will be unhappy even if you give me the best in the world."

Li Fuyao nodded, glanced at Yufu, and said no more.

No more persuasion.

A group of people climbed the mountain, which was the largest number of people who went up the mountain to become disciples these days.

"Does Brother Li know that the name of the Beihai Sword Tomb has been changed to Xiaoyilou?"

Chen Bingjun whispered behind him.

Li Fuyao smiled, "I heard it before. It is said that a great swordsman impressed Xiaoyilou disciple as an outsider and became the new leader."

This is the statement that was previously reported to Fengchen, and it is not false at all.

Chen Bingjun smiled and said, "It's good if Brother Li knows it, don't be too nervous at that time."

Yu Fu looked at Chen Bingjun in surprise. Li Fuyao told her about the agreement between Li Fuyao and Chen Bingjun that evening. By the way, Li Fuyao also said that Chen Bingjun has a future in practicing swordsmanship. Yu Fu felt that this person was really stupid. This was an opportunity to become a person on the mountain, so why not cherish it?

Li Fuyao patted Yu Fu's back of his hand and signaled her not to do so.

Yu Fu quickly turned his head and smiled shyly.

The group slowly walked up the mountain. During the journey, they met many people who wanted to go up the mountain to become disciples. Most of them were young, some young people, and occasionally a few middle-aged people. I don’t know if they were thinking about going up the mountain to become disciples.

In the future, the rule of Xiaoyilou is to hold a escort ceremony after the first snow of a year. However, when this will be held depends on Xiaoyilou, but it will not exceed ten days, and most of them will be three or two days after the heavy snow. Therefore, someone will climb the mountain after the heavy snow, for fear of wasting time.

The disciples who went up the mountain were arranged by Liu Ning and Ye Zhou. As for when they accepted the disciples, neither of them told the people who went up the mountain. After all, Li Fuyao was the one who presided over the discipleship ceremony. Li Fuyao was not on the mountain, so they could only wait.

Li Fuyao will not go back to the mountain, and even if he stays until next spring, no one dares to say anything.

Li Fuyao was not on the mountain. After a few days of delay, the number of people on the mountain became more and more impressive. In previous years, it was only a maximum of three or four hundred people, but this year it reached eight hundred people.

Including that I am still climbing the mountain, I am afraid there will be a thousand people by then.

You should know that Xiaoyilou is the number one sword sect in Beihai, and the number of people is only about a thousand.

Although most of these thousand people will be sent down the mountain, there will be no few who will stay.

If a sect wants to grow and grow, in addition to having masters in the sect, it needs to have a group of disciples with considerable qualifications. Otherwise, even if it is prosperous for a short time, it will be incompetent and will be powerless.

The group walked halfway up the mountain together and could see the gate of Xiaoyi Tower from afar. Li Fuyao then stopped in a relatively flat place and asked Chen Bingjun: "Brother Chen is really not a skilled sword. Even if he is of outstanding qualifications, he will be able to transcend the world in the future?"

Chen Bingjun was a little surprised. He looked at the young man who seemed a little abnormal and frowned and said, "Even if he became the gods on the mountain, he would not be willing to move mountains and seas in the future."

Li Fuyao asked again, "What exactly is Brother Chen asking for?"

Chen Bingjun smiled, "Well, I have never told others what I want. Today, I will part with you and I will leave, and it doesn't matter if I say it."

Li Fuyao nodded, "Look attentively."

"What Chen Bingjun asked for in this life was just to read some books of sages and do something for the people of the world."

Chen Bingjun's voice was very small, but his tone was very firm.

Anyone can hear that this is not a lie, but a real truth.

"Everyone wants to climb to a high place and seek true freedom, but I, Chen Bingjun, want to help those who live at the bottom and make them as comfortable as possible."

Li Fuyao stopped talking, and for the first time he admired Chen Bingjun.

Yu Fu stared at her eyes wide and looked incredible. Just such a young man who looked like he had been hollowed out by wine and sex, would he do that kind of good thing?

No more nonsense, Li Fuyao prepared to continue climbing the mountain. Since he is now the top guest of Xiaoyilou, it is not difficult to do something that Chen Bingjun is on the mountain.

But just as he was about to take a step, the wind and snow on the mountain road suddenly became rushing.

A gray shadow swept up the mountain road quickly, bringing a majestic aura.

If Li Fuyao hadn't been on the mountain road, he would have been affected.

Then I heard a voice coming from the mountain, "What a small building, the girl is so angry. Since that's the case, what if I'm going to destroy it today?"

Li Fuyao was thinking about this person's realm and cultivation.

It was only before Beihai that the sword was drawn towards Qingqiu and the great demon was slashed. There were definitely not few monks staying in Beihai.

But which cultivator is idle and wants to overthrow a sect in the world?

Things won't be that simple.

Yu Fu looked at Li Fuyao worriedly, a little worried.

Li Fuyao was speechless. If Chao Fengchen was really in seclusion, he would have to stop the disaster today.

After the sound rang out, another person appeared on the mountain road.

In Li Fuyao's sight, an old man climbed the mountain slowly, which was much worse than the momentum of the previous one, but Li Fuyao knew him.
Chapter completed!