Time flew by, in the Desolate Garden.
Roar!
On this day, the pleasant chirping of birds erupted in the desolate garden.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the Hundred Birds Worshipping the Phoenix Spear!”
A system notification sounded in his ears.
"Very good, I've finally reached the Paragon."
Su Ming stopped practicing his spear technique and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips."All of my spear techniques have reached the great circle of perfection.”
It wasn't difficult to reach perfection in spear techniques, but it was extremely difficult to reach perfection in internal arts.
Moreover, the more powerful the inner force, the harder it was to break through.
"I'll stay for the last day. Tomorrow, I'll go to Mount Hua. As for the Saber Raising Ceremony, it's still a few months away.”
Su Ming put away his Flying Dragon Spear and sat down cross-legged in the weeds. He had made up his mind.
Ji Xiaofu had already left for many days. If Su Ming was not wrong, she would be arriving at Mount Emei by now. Su Ming was about to leave the inn and continue challenging the powerful warriors from the six great sects.
The next morning, at the entrance of the inn.
The autumn sun had just risen from the horizon when Su Ming rode out of the inn's main entrance on a white horse with the Flying Dragon Spear on his back.
"Young Master Su, take care. We welcome you to stay here again at any time.”
The old innkeeper and the waiter came out to send Su Ming off.
Su Ming stayed in the inn for a few months. He never gave credit to anyone, and he never bullied the weak. The old shopkeeper and the waiter were incredibly respectful to him. When they heard that Su Ming was leaving today, they came to send him off personally.
"Giddyup!"
Su Ming whipped his horse's buttocks lightly and left.
Su Ming learned from the old shopkeeper that Mount Hua was about eight hundred something li away from this place. Because the journey was rugged, even if nothing went wrong, it would still take them about ten days to reach Mount Hua.
"System, sign in."
Su Ming said to the system in his head as he sat on his horse.
Su Ming had left the inn that day. He had been packing his luggage since early in the morning, which was why he had not signed in for the lottery draw. Now that he was already on his long journey and had nothing to do, he could sign in for the lottery draw.
"Ding! The host has successfully signed in. You have received a reward of 15,000 points!”
The system notification sounded in his ears.
"Hmm? 15,000 points?"
When he heard that, Su Ming smiled faintly, thinking that this reward was not bad.
The rewards for the check-in lottery function came from the myriad worlds. Anything was possible, and the points were naturally included. This was the first time Su Ming had obtained points.
"My total points are over 46000.”
"Very soon, I will be able to purchase a beginner level painting scroll.”
A smile hung on Su Ming's lips. He took off his wineskin from his horse and drank it in satisfaction.
A beginner level painting scroll cost 50,000 points. He was only short of 3000 points. He would be able to buy the painting scroll soon. At that time, he would be able to obtain a new spear technique.
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Ten days later, in the Huashan Mountains.
Mount Hua was known as Mount Taihua in ancient times. Mount Hua had a long history. There was still a legend among the people that Chen Xiang had cut Mount Hua to save his mother.
At the end of the Song Dynasty, the Five Uniques of the Central Plains met at Mount Hua for a sword duel. They fought for three days and three nights to determine the number one expert in the world. This feat increased Mount Hua's fame in the martial arts world.
The Huashan Sect was located on Mount Hua.
The Huashan Sect was one of the six great sects of today. Its status was second only to the Emei Sect. Its sect leader, Xianyu Tong, was known as the Master Diviner. He was skilled in scheming and had high martial arts skills.
Lulu ~~~
It was a cool autumn day, and the neigh of a horse could be heard at the foot of Mount Hua.
"Mount Hua, we've finally arrived."
Su Ming reined in his horse and stopped. He stood at the foot of Mount Hua and looked up at the towering mountain before him.
The Huashan mountain range stretched for hundreds of miles and had more than a hundred peaks. The most famous ones were the five peaks in the east, west, south, north, and middle. The southern peak towered into the clouds. It was not only the highest peak of Huashan, but also the highest peak of the five mountains.
The Huashan Sect was located on the southern peak.
"This mountain is really steep."
Su Ming stood at the foot of Mount Hua and stared at the majestic mountain, feeling a little amazed.
Mount Hua's height, steepness, and magnificence were incomparable to the original Kongtong Mountain.
Su Ming observed it for a moment before he got off his horse. He carried the Flying Dragon Spear on his back and walked towards Mount Hua's mountain gate. After taking a few steps, he arrived at the mountain gate.
"I am Su Ming, and I have come to challenge the Huashan Sect. This is my letter of challenge.”
Su Ming stood at the entrance of the mountain gate and brought out a letter of challenge, then handed it to the disciple guarding the gate of Huashan Sect.
"Hmm? You want to challenge our Huashan Sect?"
The disciple was slightly stunned. He took the letter of challenge and sized Su Ming up.
The young man in front of him was only in his teens. He held a spear in his hand and his eyes were full of vigor. Just by standing there, he gave off an extraordinary feeling.
This kind of person was either the elegant young master of a martial arts aristocratic family or the last disciple of a large sect.
"Young hero, I'll let my junior brother take you to the guest hall. Have a cup of tea first, I'll go report to the Sect Leader.”
When the disciple saw that Su Ming had an extraordinary bearing, he did not dare to be careless. He took the letter of challenge and ran to inform the sect master.
"Alright."
Su Ming nodded slightly.
Under the guidance of the Huashan Sect disciples, Su Ming walked into the sect. He stepped on the stone steps and walked through the corridor, then soon arrived at the Huashan Sect's guest hall.
"Young hero, have a cup of tea and wait here.”
The Hua Mountain disciple poured Su Ming a cup of tea before leaving the room.
Su Ming sat on a chair and drank his tea slowly. He sized up the entire room before his gaze landed on the middle-aged couple beside him.
This middle-aged couple was just like Su Ming. They were both guests visiting Mount Hua.
They were all dressed luxuriously and wore long swords. The scabbards were carved with exquisite patterns, and the hilts were inlaid with gems. One look and one could tell that they were treasured swords.
Su Ming noticed that the middle-aged man's palm was covered with calluses from years of sword practice. Half of his arm was exposed under his sleeve, and his muscles were incredibly well-developed. Without asking, he could tell that the middle-aged man was an expert in the Dao of the Sword.
Su Ming was sizing up the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man was also sizing up Su Ming.
"Little brother, I think your spear is not bad. Can you lend it to me?”
The middle-aged man smiled as he looked at the Flying Dragon Spear.
"You can't." Su Ming shook his head.
The Flying Dragon Spear was Su Ming's second life. No one could touch it.
Once the middle-aged man was rejected by Su Ming, he smiled faintly and drank his tea quietly. He did not say anything else.
"The moon sticks, the year knives, the lifetime spears."
The middle-aged woman suddenly said to Su Ming,"The spear is the king of a hundred weapons. If you want to master the spear technique, you will have to work hard for the rest of your life.”
"You don't have to worry about my spear skills.”
When Su Ming heard the middle-aged woman's mockery, he said,"The moon stick, the year knife, a lifetime of spear, a lifetime of hidden treasure sword. Although the spear requires a lifetime of hard work, the sword also needs to be carried with you at all times to increase the tacit understanding between you and the sword. Only in this way can you reach the realm of being one with the sword.”
When he said that, Su Ming let out a cold harrumph. He looked at the middle-aged woman's hand and said leisurely,
"Although you carry a sword with you every day, your hands are covered in rouge and makeup. This kind of hand is not the hand to hold a sword at all, but a pig trotter!”
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