Seeing Feng Qin's back running away in a hurry, Lin Zhizhi had no plans to stop him.
The black-haired boy glanced at the scattered disciples of the outer sect, pursed his lips, and found a space to leave.
At this time, it was the evening. There were many disciples coming and going. Lin Zhizhi, Lan Zhen and others were extremely dazzling people. Lan Zhen depended on his family background, Lin Zhizhi depended on his face. Many onlookers.
The addition of Lin Zhizhi was very low-key in Luoxian Jianzong's outer sect, and he was alone in the sect on weekdays. Except for the rumors of "a new and amazing-looking senior brother" in the sect, there was not much ripple in the sect. But just when Feng Qin returned with him, Feng Qin attacked Lan Zhen in a fit of anger, but his disciples could see the scene. The onlookers who do not know the truth set off a wave of discussion...
#Huh the birth of a new love triangle? #
#The notorious young master of the Lan family tried to bully the new junior junior, and he was not dared to let the fart burnt by the junior brother's Dao Companion - eh, this junior is very good-looking, I don't know when he started, does anyone know His name taboo#
#It seems that the point is wrong...? Well, it doesn't matter, it's beautiful to look good#
- These rumors have long spread among the disciples of the outer sect, and Lin Zhizhi has not heard of it at this time. After cleaning up the dolphins, he went back to look for the master with the basic sword techniques that he thought he had fully mastered.
Xuanhua sat in front of the water mirror with his chin up, watching the little apprentice walking towards the palace, but thinking about the feelings of the little phoenix for Lin Zhizhi - quickly going through the acquaintance of the two in his mind, Lord Dao Zun has thin lips Qing Kai defines this relationship with the mature view of adults: children play the house. He put Feng Qin behind him, and instead let the water mirror magnify the little apprentice's slender hand. After thinking about it, he recalled how he used the ordinary iron sword bought at the grocery store to clear the guinea pig beast. Extremely disproportionate.
Lord Dao pondered for a moment, cut off the water mirror live broadcast in time before Lin Zhizhi entered the palace, and said to the little apprentice who was walking towards the entrance: "Come to the back mountain."
Lin Zhizhi came to the back mountain according to his words, Xuanhua was putting his hands behind his back, his robe was fluttering, and watching the purple bamboo forest in front of him floated with the bamboo leaves under the breeze, it was very peaceful.
"Master." Lin Zhizhi stopped at the small entrance and called.
Xuanhua turned his head and raised his hand to signal Lin Zhizhi to come to him: "Have you practiced?"
Xuanhua's words were endless, but Lin Zhizhi knew that his master was asking about basic swordsmanship. He took out the purple bamboo sword from the Qiankun ring and held a sword flower: "Well, let the master take a look?"
As soon as the Purple Bamboo Sword came out, the Purple Bamboo Forest in front of him seemed to have a spirit, making a rustling sound, as if welcoming Lin Zhizhi's return.
Xuanhua's voice was cold: "Have you reached the realm of transformation?"
Lin Zhizhi was stunned for a while, although his heart was swollen, he did not dare to boast about Haikou in front of the master: "The disciple dare not speak falsely..."
Xuanhua was not satisfied with his humility: "The journey of immortality is against the sky, so why talk about falsehoods?"
Dao Zun walked against the sky in his whole life, never retreated through nine days of mysterious thunder, faced difficulties, and did not give in to the death. Some of the methods of keeping a low profile and keeping a low profile are completely denied by him - his disciple is to be unparalleled in the world!
Lin Zhizhi was actually not that kind of cowardly person. As the direct son of the Lin family, his pride in his heart surpassed that of ordinary people—but during his education, Lin Zhizhi, who was familiar with the Confucian classics, urged him to obey the etiquette. When you look at the master you just worshipped, you always have to pretend.
Hearing Xuanhua's words now, the arrogance in his heart was also aroused. Lin Zhizhi flicked his wrist. He was about to temper the past few days. Xuanhua put a finger in front of the Zizhu sword.
"Master...?" Lin Zhizhi was puzzled.
Xuanhua's voice was cold: "This sword is not worthy of you."
Zizhu is solitary and bright, but flexible and restrained, which is not commensurate with Lin Zhizhi. The saber brought from Lin Mansion has been with him for a long time, but after all, it is only a rank - the rank here does not refer to rank, you must know that it was obtained for the heirs with the financial resources of Lin Mansion, and it is based on rank. , no matter how bad it is, it is still a top-grade spiritual weapon. But swords are different from ordinary spiritual tools. From the perspective of sword cultivators, there is only one type of sword: sword spirit.
The sword that gave birth to the sword spirit is the real spirit sword of divine quality, and the rest are just good or bad ordinary quality. If the sword cultivator can get the sword spirit to recognize the master, then the sword of destiny born in this way can be called the divine sword - the heart is free to move, and the ordinary cultivator dare not provoke it easily.
Looking at his little apprentice's dark eyes, Xuanhua grabbed the purple bamboo sword in Lin Zhizhi's hand with one hand - he wanted to throw it away, but somehow, he remembered the first time he taught his young apprentice how to practice swords - not close The female-sexed Dao Zun swayed in his heart, and simply put the purple bamboo sword into the Qiankun ring, and then took the hand of the little apprentice, a white light flashed, and the figures of the two disappeared in place.
During the whole process, Xuanhua didn't say a word, and swallowed the words he was about to blurt out: "My disciple, he deserves the best."
…
At the southwest corner of the Illusory Sea Realm in the Zhongtian Continent, on the top of the mountains, the wind returns to the clouds.
Spiritual birds and kites hovered high above, chirping from time to time. The clouds are blue and want to rain, the water is smoky, but it is clear when the wind blows.
The mountain scenery is extremely beautiful, but many monks did not come here specially for this beautiful scenery.
In front of an ordinary cave, a golden dragon chariot stopped not far away. The dragon chariot was covered with a luo tent and a bell at the corner of the tent. It was vaguely seen that a person was lying on top of the dragon chariot, holding several stunning dancers in his arms.
On the other side, the man who looked like a Taoist priest wearing a feather gauze hat lowered his head and said nothing, and beside him was a boy who looked similar to him, and the two were incompatible with the dragon.
In the distance from them, some scattered little monks gathered around them, afraid to make a sound for fear of the intimidation of the monks in the Nascent Soul period.
I don't know how long these people waited, a few dark shadows flashed across the horizon, two men and a woman and a few nephews behind them jumped off the flying spirit tool with light movements, the woman among them was like a peach blossom, and said to the man on the dragon chariot: " Patriarch Xiaoyao, are you willing to let go of the beauties of your sect and come to the Cave of Ten Thousand Swords?"
The man known as Xiaoyao Patriarch let go of the beautiful woman in his arms and replied lazily, "I came to get a sword for that unfinished son, Mrs. Luo, it's been a long time since I haven't seen you for a long time to make fun of me like this. It's really sad."
Mrs. Luo giggled: "It's not that my ancestor refused to let my concubine kiss Fangze—"
A man who came with Mrs. Luo interrupted them dissatisfiedly and asked what he cared about: "Patriarch Xiaoyao, how long have you been here?"
Patriarch Xiaoyao understood what he was thinking, and after a while, he snorted coldly: "It has been seven days, and the cave door has not been opened."
The man got the information he wanted without saying a word, and released his divine sense to cover the audience, especially the unfamiliar swordsman, but before his divine sense touched the opponent, he was bounced back by a violent spiritual energy. .
Mrs. Luo and the other man's eyes moved slightly, and they had to release their spiritual sense to test the Taoist priest, but they couldn't get within three feet of him. Mrs. Luo retracted her consciousness, and a sweet smile appeared on her face again: "Meeting is fate, and there is no quota limit for Wanjian Cave, so how about taking it according to fate?"
The few people present were all great monks in the Nascent Soul period, and they were so powerful that they didn't want to attract people here, and they reached a balance vaguely.
Except that Mrs. Luo got into the tent of Xiaoyao Patriarch, the two men later closed their eyes and meditated cross-legged, only waiting for the day when the stone gate opened once every three months.
After another long while, only a rumbling sound was heard, and the stone gate of Wanjian Grotto was uncontrolled and slowly opened to both sides.
Ancestor Xiaoyao laughed and pushed a bloated young man in brocade clothes to the door: "Yong'er, go, you are not allowed to come back to see your father unless you get back the sword above the ordinary rank!"
At the same time, the young man beside the Taoist also stepped forward, and the crowd flocked to Wanjian Cave.
Mrs. Luo watched her most admired son and nephew disappear at the door of Wanjian Cave, and turned to Xiaoyao Patriarch: "Patron, why don't we make a bet?"
"Mrs. Luo is referring to whose disciple has the highest level of spirit swords? Or is she referring to the most points passed?"
"The ancestor still understands concubine's mind and body best. Even though the level of the spirit sword is important, the most important thing for monks is strength. Yong'er is a young and talented young man. He has already cultivated to the ninth level of Qi refining before thirty. The peach blossom red snail wine of his concubine, but Always be prepared for it.”
Mrs. Luo is the Nascent Soul elder of the Hehuan Sect, and she has few rivals for her charm. Equally famous for her seductive skills is this Peach Blossom Red Snail Wine, which uses peach blossoms and spirit fruit red snails as ingredients. The taste alone is not enough to make it famous, and what is even more amazing is that it also has the miraculous effect of helping people break through the bottleneck, which is hard to find.
Xiaoyao ancestor came to the spirit, rubbed his thumb on the Qiankun ring for a moment, and took out a spirit grass: "I just picked this hundred-year-old spirit grass from the secret realm, so I will use it as a bet this time. , it is not a disgrace to the name of Hongluojiu. I think that the disciple brought by Mrs. Luo is no worse than Yong'er, so Mrs. must have spent a lot of effort."
"No, my kid can't fight in actual combat, how can swim'er be so good."
The man beside Mrs. Luo originally regarded Mrs. Luo as a future Taoist companion. He glared at the Xiaoyao ancestor with the eyes of his rival, and threw a heavy object before the dragon chariot, and proudly reported: "Millennium black iron."
Mrs. Luo patted her plump chest pretending to be surprised: "Brother Sun is really generous, and he can take out something as rare as a thousand-year-old black iron."
Brother Sun's eyes immediately glued to the turbulent part of the other party: "It's just a small piece of thousand-year-old black iron, and I can still get it from the Refining Pavilion."
"… "
At the same time, above the flying sword, Xuanhua was also explaining to Lin Zhizhi: "… Wanjian Cave is a place where sword spirits have been tested for nearly a thousand years, and what kind of sword you can get is entirely up to you. chance."
Although Lin Zhizhi was born in a famous family, he had never heard of Wanjian Grottoes. Out of curiosity, he pestered Xuanhua and asked a lot of questions: "Master, where is the Wanjian Cave? What kind of trial is it?"
On weekdays, friends don't ask questions, they just stay silent. Xuanhua will think that the other party's breathing is too loud and make him go away, but Lin Zhizhi asks, Xuanhua not only did not throw the little apprentice off the flying sword, but also brought With a little patience, he said, "You will know as soon as you arrive."
Lin Zhizhi made an "oh" sound, and sat on top of the flying sword without saying a word.
Xuanhua opened his left eye and glanced at the silent disciple. After tapping the back of the sword three times with the tip of his right finger, he moved his fingertip to Lin Zhizhi's eyebrows. Formed in front of him: "Old Man Wanjian is a former cultivator of the gods. He enjoys collecting swords all his life, and he is determined to create a magic sword that can make a sensation in the fairy world. He is not a professional swordsmith, and this goal is difficult to reach the sky. In the end, he experienced Mahayana. In anticipation of the thunder calamity, when he ascended to the immortal world, his inspiration burst out, he took the thunder of the sky as his guide, absorbed the sun and the moon as his soul, and instead created a unique divine sword."
"It's a pity that at the last moment, the sword spirit was just born, and the old man Wanjian was too late to warm up, and his body and soul were scattered by the lightning. Under the despair of the old man Wanjian, he gave up the promotion of immortals and sealed his life's gains here. In a cave, waiting for future generations to pick it up. After a long time, the sword spirit of the sword has gradually recovered, and began to look for its owner. The way to find the owner of the sword spirit depends on the qualifications and the actual combat. It will record every Those who have been to the Wanjian Grottoes will pick out the future sons of Tianjiao to compete with you. Over time, the Wanjian Grottoes have become not only a place to seek swords, but also a symbol to test the strength of the disciples.”
After the video was over, Lin Zhizhi roughly understood the rules of Wanjian Grottoes. He glanced at Xuanhua with some gratitude and closed his eyes to rest in peace. He also calmed down and meditated cross-legged.
Xuanhua's sword was faster than many flying spirit treasures in the world. It took about half a cup of tea. Xuanhua opened his eyes, stood up from the back of the sword, and explained to Lin Zhizhi, "Stay with the heart of the Tao."
Lin Zhizhi nodded with a serious face.
When he accepted the disciples of the four major sects, he failed to pass the illusion because of the instability of Taoism - a real cultivator never fell in the same place a second time. This time, even if there are beauties who do anything to him, they will definitely be Liuxia Hui in the cultivation world.
When Wanjian Cave and Xiaoyao Patriarch and others were in front of him, Xuanhua paused and added the secret to passing Wanjian Cave to his apprentice: "Don't forget the basic sword skills."
Lin Zhizhi: "..."
- The basic swordsmanship magician, I always feel that the master has played a big game of chess...
When Xuanhua's flying sword fell from the sky, Patriarch Xiaoyao and the others were drinking wine in the dragon chariot and admiring the enchanting dance of the beauties. The first person to react was not the most powerful Patriarch Xiaoyao on the bright side, but Mrs. Luo. Mrs. Luo narrowed her peach blossom eyes and looked at these two uninvited guests—
The older man was expressionless, his aura was pressing, his black robe and purple shirt moved with the wind, and he didn't put everything in his eyes. The young man looked delicate, but not feminine. He was dressed in a white robe, and the sword pattern on the corner of his clothes revealed his sect, and his expression was indifferent.
What shocked Mrs. Luo the most was that these two people did not exist in her consciousness.
Before the Taoist priest was just unable to approach, maybe the other party had some magic weapon to protect the consciousness, but the two of them were completely ignorant.
Patriarch Xiaoyao and the other two men also paused and stared at the two of them.
Xuanhua had a panoramic view of everything, but ignored it, only facing Lin Zhizhi: "Go."
Lin Zhizhi called out the family sword from the Qiankun Ring, and walked lightly into the cave of ten thousand swords.
There was some light at the beginning, but as it got deeper and deeper, the small cave had no source, and had to rely on intuition to move forward. The cave was very quiet, except for the footsteps of Lin Zhizhi, only the sound of water droplets ticking.
After I don't know how long I walked, I finally came to a fork. On both sides of the fork, there were candles hanging not far from each other. After walking to the deepest futon, two rows of candles illuminated the entire passage, and a mechanized voice sounded: "New candidate, welcome."
"According to the root bone test along the way, you are Tian Linggen, with good aptitude; your appearance is like jade, and your appearance is good..."
Lin Zhizhi: "..."
Wait a minute, where did that face test come from? I didn't think that the old man Wan Jian was a face control? It's too bad that you can't even pass this kind of sword spirit trial because you don't look good-
"Upgrade your candidate status, and then enter the actual combat. The first challenger, Wu Zun, who was 35 years old at the time, has a realm: the tenth floor of the Qi refining period."
Wu Zun? !
With the sound of these three silent voices, Lin Zhizhi felt his whole body light up, as if his consciousness had been sucked into a martial arts arena. Opposite the arena, a middle-aged man with a scar on his left face gradually took shape in front of him.
For some reason, the scar on this man's face always gave Lin Zhizhi a sense of familiarity...
He didn't have time to think about it, when the man's body was completely stabilized, he raised his fist, a golden light faintly glowed on his fist, and punched Lin Zhizhi with a punch!
Lin Zhizhi turned around with a Ling Yunbu lightly dodging away, and the fist smashed where he was standing - strangely, there was a sound of gold and jade colliding.
This made Lin Zhizhi suddenly realize that Jin Yu's body-shattering fist, Wu Zun Haotian's famous stunt.
He had met Haotian once, when Haotian had become a cultivator of the Nascent Soul, known for his physical tyranny. That time Haotian competed with a swordsman. The swordsman's spirit sword slashed iron like mud, but when it collided with Haotian's fist, it was the sword that shattered first - the complete body of the Jinyu Shattering Fist. Haotian, who had been in the Wanjian Grotto, displayed a completely different power, but it was equally terrifying to Lin Zhizhi, who was in the same Qi-refining period.
Because this is the prototype of a supreme martial arts in the future.
Lin Zhizhi licked the dust that splashed to the corner of his mouth, feeling excited.
Playing against the powers of youth, it's really—
A great opportunity that I can't even ask for.