Song Zhe and Li Ji walked slowly, not in a hurry, as if they were taking a walk. After walking for more than half an hour, they arrived at the place where Li Ji practiced.

A broad river lay in front of them. The hanging waterfall on the right was probably more than ten meters high. The majestic water mist soaked their clothes. After a while, they were soaked from head to toe.

The mountain wind was fierce, but there was only an iron rope on the way there, one end of which was stuck on the cliff on their side, but they couldn't see where it extended on the other side.

It is extremely difficult to pass through this iron cable. It has been beaten by the water of the waterfall all year round and has become extremely smooth. Of course, people like Song Zhe who have sufficient cultivation will naturally fly by with magic weapons and have mediocre qualifications.

Disciple, if you practice hard for several years, you can pass this iron rope.

For someone like Li Ji who had no cultivation and was so young, he could only rely on Song Zhe to guide him all the way. However, what surprised Song Zhe was that Li Ji was not as frightened as he imagined and screamed out.

, although my feet would slip every time I took a step, and I stepped down from the iron chain. At a glance, I saw the turbulent river below, surging down.

Even so, Li Ji's lips were already purple, his face was pale, and his legs were shaking, but he still forced himself on the smooth iron rope step by step.

When he stepped on the hard ground again, Li Ji took a deep breath and put his hands on his knees, as if he was exhausted. His stomach was churning, and the feeling of vomiting kept rolling in his throat, as if he was about to vomit it out.

Suddenly, Li Ji felt a warmth flow into his body, and these strange things disappeared. He raised his head and saw Song Zhe pressing a hand on his back, with a faint red light shining on his hand.

A slight hint of approval appeared in Song Zhe's eyes. He still remembered him back then. When Zhao Li took him across the cross-river iron cable, he made countless heart-rending screams. At least, at his age

Although he is small, he is extremely determined.

"Junior brother, starting from today, you will practice here. You will have to come every day from now on, no matter it is windy or rainy, or thunder and lightning. Of course, I will still take you, at least until you can be alone.

When people can walk across this suspended bridge." Song Zhe's tone was very calm, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing.

Li Ji, who is still young, doesn't know what Song Zhe means yet, but he will spend the next few years beside this waterfall.

Li Ji nodded in confusion and started his first day of practice.

Song Zhe took a pot of wine from his waist, took a sip, and then continued: "Our sword sect was founded thirteen thousand years ago by Patriarch Baimei. It is said that he found the swordsmanship of the God of Fire deep in the northwest."

"Red Flame", and found a blessed place for cultivation such as Tongtian Peak. Since then, he has devoted himself to practice and finally achieved great success. Then he established a sect here and passed it down to this day. Of course, if you are interested, you can go to Tibetan Buddhist scriptures in the future.

Go and see for yourself, there are detailed records in it."

As soon as he started talking, Song Zhe couldn't stop talking. He kept talking for several hours, and even drank a bottle of wine. He talked enthusiastically, but he forgot one thing. Li Jitai

When he was too young, Li Ji couldn't understand many of the things he said. He was just playing the piano to a cow.

Li Ji had already fallen asleep after listening to it, and was unconscious. If it weren't for his senior brother preaching, he might have fallen asleep long ago. Even so, he didn't remember any of the ten sentences Song Zhe said, and he still couldn't remember them.

He didn't understand a word of it, but he still steeled himself and listened to Song Zhe's preaching.

The breeze blew and Song Zhe sobered up for a while. He looked up and saw that it was past noon. He then stopped angrily and gave Li Ji a set of breathing and breathing methods, and told him to do it twice a day and wake up in the morning.

Wan Lu carefully asked Li Ji to persevere, saying that this mental method was the beginning of his sect's cultivation. Li Ji wrote it down carefully, crossed the rope with Song Zhe's help, and went back.

Time passed, and so on, more than a few months had passed since Li Ji entered the Sword Sect. It was as if everything had never happened, and everything had returned to peace.

Once at night, Li Ji thought about his parents who were still in the mountain village, and he didn't know if he had ever thought about himself. Maybe they just yelled and cursed a few times, and after some time, they would all forget about it. After all, he was just

That playful boy was ignorant and had never done anything good except getting into trouble. Unlike his elder brother, who was obedient and could also study, so he was admitted as a scholar and went to the provincial examination.

Although this place is nice, it is not home.

Li Ji didn't know how he got here. After a few months, he had already become familiar with the road to the back mountain, and he no longer had Song Zhe's guidance. When crossing the river, he could only crawl across it slowly, but for

It was not easy for him.

On this day, after Li Ji leisurely had breakfast, he set foot on the road that was not a road again. Not far after he walked out, there was already a child about his age standing in front of him.

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Li Ji was stunned for a while. He was sure that he didn't know this person, and looking at his anxious look, there was a hint of cunning in his eyes from time to time. Li Ji could feel that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. After all,

After Li Ji came to Jianzong, he only met a few people and knew only a few people.

As soon as the disciple saw Li Ji, he immediately waved and shouted: "Li Ji!"

Li Ji was slightly startled and looked at the man with some doubts.

Seeing that Li Ji was hesitant, the disciple continued: "You must be Li Ji. I was ordered by Uncle Yun. He is looking for you in the alchemy room. He has something to do with you. Let me take you there."

Seeing him urging him out, he had a look of urgency on his face, everything was written on his face, just like when he went to steal the steamed buns from the next door house.

It's just that the rules of the Sword Sect are very strict, and I have just joined the Sword Sect, and I don't know anyone before. I think I just want to bully myself as a newcomer.

Li Ji smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, but he had already made up his mind, and he would be content with it as soon as it came. Since they wanted to teach him a lesson, he had no choice but to accept it. Knowing his enemy clearly, he would not be able to blame others when he commits evil acts in the future.

Following the disciple, he walked, avoiding the beaten roads and heading towards the less traveled roads. When he reached a three-way intersection, he turned into the small road on the left, and immediately followed Song

Zhe had been to the alchemy room, and he remembered taking the middle path.

The two walked one behind the other, swerving and turning, and walked through a side door and came to an open space. Squinting his eyes, Li Ji saw a dozen teenagers, about the same age as him, standing in the open space. They

Like stars surrounding the moon, a girl with pink makeup and jade-like makeup looked at Li Ji who had just entered the door.

The girl pointed at Li Ji and shouted: "Are you the guy who has never eaten steamed buns?" As soon as she finished speaking, the children around burst into laughter and pointed at Li Ji.

This girl is obviously used to being arrogant. Although she has a sweet appearance and a soft and waxy voice, which sounds very useful, her voice is extremely arrogant. Moreover, Li Ji sees that she is dressed in luxurious clothes and has so many little ones following him.

, I guess he has a very good background, maybe he is the child of some real person, so Li Ji didn't want to provoke him, he just nodded, turned around and wanted to leave.

As soon as they saw that Li Ji wanted to leave, the group of people rushed up and blocked Li Ji's way.

Li Ji smiled bitterly in his heart. He had obviously encountered situations like this before. This kind of bullying guy was undoubtedly troublesome. He glanced at the girl, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, he couldn't.

I don't know who shouted, and everyone swarmed up and knocked Li Ji to the ground with a few punches.

When Li Ji saw this, he did not resist. He just protected his head and face with his hands and allowed those guys to kick and beat him. Although these disciples were young, most of them had been practicing for several years and had practiced for a long time. Their fists were already equipped with spiritual power, and

Because the Sword Sect is all in flames, every blow is like a rolling stone burning your body, the pain penetrates your bones, and your eye sockets are about to burst.

Seeing that Li Ji didn't resist or call out, they didn't know why, but a chill gradually arose in their hearts. They were also afraid of hitting him too hard and causing trouble, so they gradually put away their hands.

Li Ji clenched his fists and stood up tremblingly. Although he tried his best to cover his face, he still received a few blows. He was even hit in the left eye, which caused blood to flow out and the objects in his eyes were blurred.
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