novelhk Chapter 125 Moxiang Pavilion
Chapter 125 Moxiang Pavilion
The majestic and steep Canglan Mountain stands on the earth like a giant sword. The relatively flat part on the east side is connected to the Sanchuan Plain not far away. The Sanchuan Plain has flat and fertile land and is an important grain production area of Daxuan. On the west side of the giant sword is a river that meanders for thousands of miles - the Canglan River. It rushes day and night with great momentum. The most turbulent part is at the foot of Canglan Mountain. Here, the waves raised by the Canglan River can sink any known ship. Except for the monks who can fly in the sky, no one can cross the river from the foot of Canglan Mountain, so this place is also called Canglan Juedu.
To the west of the river is a steeply rising mountain. Its height is not as high as Canglan Mountain, but it still ranks among the top in the flat Sanjiang Plain. The endless mountains are covered with plants, which have nurtured countless species.
If you stand on the Sanjiang Plain and look up, you will see the Canglan Mountain piercing the clouds. The entire mountain is a thousand feet high, and even the most swift birds cannot reach the top. There are also thunders that never stop for years, so from a distance, the top of Canglan Mountain is covered with a large area of dark clouds and white snow with lightning flashing through it, which looks very ominous.
The Canglan Sword Sect, one of the six major immortal sects, was built on such a mountain. Beside the mountain, there were often many disciples flying on swords traveling in an endless stream.
An Ling arrived at the sect and when she looked up, she saw the disciples of Canglan Sword Sect flying in the sky.
They flew at an extremely fast speed and passed by in a flash. In An Ling's eyes, only a streak of light like a shooting star was left, which made An Ling jealous.
"Okay, I will practice sword-riding after I return to the cave." Guo Zichou had taught An Ling sword-riding before, but she just never had the time to practice.
She shook her head and put these things behind her. She decided to finish the task at hand before thinking about other things.
An Ling walked on the flat road, surrounded by abundant spiritual energy at her fingertips. Although the nearby buildings were not luxurious, they were very exquisite and had the unique style of Canglan Sword Sect.
But the strange thing was that An Ling didn't see anyone walking on the road like her. Occasionally, she saw a disciple who fell from the sky. He fell headfirst to the ground, and An Ling felt a little pain. However, this disciple seemed to be fine. He patted his butt and stood up, stepped on his sword again and flew up. Before leaving, he looked at An Ling strangely. There was clearly confusion and pity in his eyes. An Ling was also shocked that she could see the same content as a color palette in other people's eyes.
"What's wrong? I'm just walking. It shouldn't be like this..." An Ling could guess that most of the disciples would rather fly a sword than walk, but it couldn't be possible that she was the only one in the entire sect who was walking, right?
She braved the strange looks from the people in the sky and came to the vicinity of Moxiang Pavilion, where she finally saw someone who didn't fly a sword like her - he was just an old man who couldn't get any older.
The old man walked slowly towards Moxiang Pavilion with his hands behind his back. An Ling found it interesting, so she followed him closely to see where he was going.
The old man seemed to feel that An Ling was following him. He looked back and continued on his way, with no intention of paying any attention to An Ling.
The two of them walked into Moxiang Pavilion one after the other.
The Moxiang Pavilion only looked like it had two floors, but it was full of secrets. As soon as An Ling stepped through the door, she was attracted by the scene in front of her: the Moxiang Pavilion was very wide, and she couldn't see the end at a glance. An Ling squinted her eyes and looked up, but she couldn't tell how many floors the Moxiang Pavilion had. It was like the stacked bookshelves floating in the air in four-dimensional space. If you look at it too much, you will feel dizzy. A few books with golden light flew out from the bookshelf, and were caught back by the slender black hands that stretched out from the bookshelf. An Ling was stunned. Was she dazzled just now? What the hell was that?
"Ahem!" An Ling was about to study what that slender black hand was when she heard two particularly loud coughs from behind. She turned her head and saw the old man she had just met on the road sitting behind the counter next to the door. He stared at An Ling fiercely with his three white eyes. When he saw that she noticed him, he deliberately said loudly, "Moxiang Pavilion is an important place of our sect. Outsiders, please leave immediately."
An Ling complained in her heart, "I can enter the sect's formation, how can I be an outsider?" She touched her hair awkwardly, walked up to the old man, bowed respectfully, took out the pass token from the storage ring, and handed it to the old man with both hands, "Hello, old sir, I am An Ling, the new disciple, this is my token, please take a look."
The old man looked at the top of An Ling's head, took the token in silence, checked it carefully, and after confirming that it was authentic, he returned the token to An Ling and asked suspiciously: "Why haven't I seen you before? Whose disciple are you?"
"Elder Yu Lang." An Ling's background was indeed a little embarrassing in the Sword Sect, where there were many picked-up geniuses, but she still told her experience without hesitation, "When Elder Yu and the other two immortals were doing chivalrous work in the East China Sea, I was fortunate to meet them and be accepted as their disciple."
When the old man heard the name Yu Lang, he couldn't help but say "oh" and leaned back in his chair. Then he realized that she was not in the sect, but had gone out to hang out. Only then did he feel relieved and put on his airs again.
"Why would that mischievous devil accept a well-behaved disciple like you?" The old man looked at An Ling, who seemed well-behaved and quiet, and felt it was ridiculous when he compared her with the Yu Lang in his memory.
It doesn't mean that the master and the disciple must have similar or even exactly the same personalities. That's not the case. Take Guo Zichou and his disciple Li Feiling for example. Li Feiling and Guo Zichou are one introvert and one extrovert. One likes to stay in the cave and farm, while the other likes to run around. They are completely master and disciple with different personalities, but even if they have different personalities, it will not affect the relationship between the master and disciple.
Of course, the old man was shocked that a man with Yu Lang's personality could actually calm down and accept a disciple, and even such a well-behaved disciple. It was really like the sun rising in the west!
"Uh..." An Ling didn't dare to speak, but when she mentioned her master, she politely reminded him, "Master is a very good person."
The old man slapped the table with a loud noise, which made An Ling start to be cautious. She stood upright beside him, acting as a decoration, and prayed that the old man's anger would not be vented on her.
"Good? Bullshit!" The old man cursed, "If she was a good person, would she hang out with those guys from the Futian Army? She doesn't even dare to come back now! When she comes back, I will break her legs and make sure she can't go anywhere!"