This Soul Refining Zong Duntian brother unconsciously waved his hand a few days ago when Wang Lin stood in front of the window. At the moment when the mine collapsed and the storm was resting, he felt a little sense and consumed a lot of lifespan vitality, continuously calculating and deducing. Nine times.
He is going to find the future of Soul Refining Sect and find a way to the sky for Soul Refining Sect!
Nine times of deduction, nine times of calculations, but he got a conclusion that made him feel extremely absurd. The first time he didn't believe it, it could be nine times in a row, and he couldn't help but not believe it.
All the deductions point to the country of Zhao, to a county in Zhao's country, and to scholars in that county!
Therefore, he came, with his expectations, with that absurd feeling, and searched for several days in this county, and found almost all the scholars, but in the end he did not get any satisfactory answer.
Those scholars are just mortals. How can they answer his questions? With the cultivation of middle-aged men, not to mention Zhao Guo, even the entire Suzaku star belongs to the strongest. Infant change, Infant change can be done in one step. Aspirations!
The middle-aged man rolled up his sleeves, the black wind screamed, and the endless ghost roared inwardly, filled Wang Lin and the Dafu two people, making the world seem to be divided and blurred.
Dafu was always asleep there, and the snoring sound echoed, as if a little out of place, Wang Lin turned around and looked at the man coming from the dark world in the distance.
Wang Lin understood that the other party was an immortal, but he didn't have the slightest fear or fear. It was strange that in his eyesight, this middle-aged man seemed powerful, but in reality, it was extremely small.
Wang Lin himself couldn't tell why, like the thunder and rainy night a few days ago, after the sound that kept circling in his mind appeared, some strange changes had taken place in his body.
This change is a thought, an indescribable sentiment, especially when I just wrote down the question of the scientific examination, and wrote down the question about the cause and effect of heaven and earth!
Looking at the middle-aged man who came by calmly, Wang Lin looked as usual and spoke slowly.
"Say it."
The middle-aged man gave a whisper, stood a few feet away from Wang Lin, and carefully glanced at Wang Lin. He saw that the other party was very ordinary, a real mortal, and definitely not a monk.
But the other party's calm look and calm look made the middle-aged man see the extraordinary. All the scholars he had encountered in the past almost collapsed the moment he saw him. The kind of fear and horror required him to cast a spell to appease him before he could tremble and speak.
Wang Lin was the first person he met, so calm.
Even this can't be described with the word calm. The middle-aged man looked at it and the other person seemed to not care about his appearance at all, didn't regard himself as a fairy at all, but felt like a mortal.
You must know that with his cultivation, even a mortal emperor should be afraid to tremble when he sees it, respectful and respectful as worshiping his ancestors. The invisible coercion that comes from him is definitely not something mortal can resist, even a monk. , Will also be directly suppressed to horror.
Such things as Wang Lin at this moment, this middle-aged man has only encountered twice in his life, but the mortals he saw on those two occasions were all the great Confucian generations that Suzaku Xing had appeared in the past hundreds of years.
This kind of great Confucian, understands the world, feels good fortune, his learning is shocking, he has a great righteousness, and he is not afraid of ghosts and gods. Although only a qi-refining monk can kill this great Confucian, the higher the cultivation level, the more you can feel them. That kind of monk-like aura on his body.
Such a person, if he cultivates the Tao, is completely natural.
Wang Lin, it was the third time he had this feeling. After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man clasped his fists and bowed to Wang Lin.
"Old man Soul Refining Sect Master, Nian Tian."
"One-line chanting, this one word, tolerant of all things, good name." Wang Lin smiled slightly, holding his fist in return to the middle-aged man. In his body, the aura of the great Confucianism of the world became more and more dense, and the dark wind whistling around him faintly avoided, and he did not dare to approach a little bit. Even the screaming roar slowly slowed down. The weakened, until all dissipated.
This scene surprised the middle-aged man even more. He took a deep breath and his eyes showed hope. He faintly felt that the answer he wanted was probably from this person. He deduced it nine times. Most likely, this is the person!
"The old man would like to ask, my soul refining sect can have a way to the sky! I also hope that the Confucian will understand the old man's centuries-old confusion!" The thought expression showed sincerity, and he bowed to Wang Lin again.
The inheritance of his sect is very important. It’s a weird thing to ask a mortal, even Niantian himself, but he couldn’t help but believe it after the nine deductions. Fortunately, Wang Lin’s extraordinary, let He faintly saw hope, he looked at Wang Lin and waited for the answer from the other party.
Upon hearing this question, Wang Lin was taken aback and fell silent.
"I can't answer." After a long time, Wang Lin shook his head. He didn't know what the Soul Refining Sect was, and could only guess vaguely that this was the appearance of a fairy sect.
The middle-aged man didn't speak. After a while, bitterness appeared on his face. He shook his head and sighed.
"I'm bothering you, the old man, you are a scholar in the world, and the old man will not erase your memory, alas." The middle-aged man flicked his sleeve with a wry smile, turned around, and walked away gradually with the decline and confusion.
Wang Lin looked at his bleak back, and he could faintly feel that there was an invisible mountain pressing down on the opponent, and under that mountain, the old man was even more desolate.
"Take me to take a look at the Soul Refining Sect." Wang Lin thought of his dreams over the past few days, remembered the voice echoing in his mind a few days ago, and spoke calmly.
The middle-aged man who was about to walk away paused, turned his head and looked at Wang Lin. After a long time, he nodded solemnly, raised his right hand and pointed towards Wang Lin, and suddenly black wind whizzed in from all directions, directly condensed. Outside of Wang Lin's body, he moved Wang Lin's body, stepped onto the sky, and disappeared without a trace while walking with the old man.
In the county seat, no one found the spells outside the examination room, even the black wind that just appeared just now can be seen by extraordinary people. Under the big tree outside the examination room, Dafu's snoring still remained, and he turned around. Sleeping again while muttering.
Zhuquexing, the place where the Soul Refining Sect is located, in that distant sky, Wang Lin's face is pale, but his expression is extremely calm, his body is filled with black wind, holding his body in the sky to make it possible Stand firm.
Beside him, it is that Niantian.
"Here is the gate of my Soul Refining Sect." Niantian's right hand pointed towards the Soul Refining Sect below, and the roar suddenly reverberated, but he saw that the countless black mist that filled the Soul Refining Sect was dispersed, causing the entire soul refining sect to disappear. Inside, all fell into Wang Lin's eyes.
Wang Lin looked at the Soul Refining Sect below, and a familiar feeling came from the bottom of his heart. Everything here was as if he had seen it in a dream, but when he thought about it carefully, he didn't have any thoughts.
"I want to go for a walk..." Wang Lin said softly after a while.
"Okay." Niantian didn't hesitate, took Wang Lin's body and shook, instead of blocking the fierce wind, he fell into the Soul Refining Sect. There are many cultivators on each peak of the Soul Refining Sect. The opening of the gate made these cultivators feel immediately. When they walked out one after another, they saw Wang Lin and Niantian at a glance.
"See Sovereign."
After a while, the cultivators of the Soul Refining Sect had strange expressions. They saw that Wang Lin was only a mortal, but they didn't know why the Sect Master brought mortals to this place.
There was confusion in Wang Lin's eyes. Walking in the soul-refining sect, he felt familiar with everything around him. He even knew the dangers in some places in advance. This feeling continued as he walked. It's getting deeper and deeper.
Under a mountain peak, Wang Lin paused. There were many cave houses on the mountain peak, which can also be seen faintly under the mountain. The familiar feeling here is even stronger, as if he had lived there before, or in unknown age.
Nian Tian always followed Wang Lin and walked with him in the Soul Refining Sect. His eyes showed a strange light, and he kept looking at Wang Lin. Most of the day's time slowly passed, and the last thing Wang Lin came to was the main peak of the Soul Refining Sect!
Looking at the main peak, the black mist on it is like a ring, and it goes straight to the sky in circles, which is quite spectacular.
At this moment, the sky was getting darker, and Wang Lin looked at the main peak. Although the familiar feeling still existed, it seemed like something was missing. After a long time, he sighed and shook his head as he was about to speak.
Suddenly a roar came from the main peak, but a black figure suddenly appeared in the mist on the top of the mountain, walking towards Wang Lin and Niantian in one step.
"Brother, who is this person?" When the voice came with vicissitudes of life, the dark shadow approached. He was also a middle-aged man, his eyes swept over Wang Lin.
"Yantian, this person is a Confucian scholar invited for your brother. You are now fusing with the Fanling. Don't be distracted and go quickly to retreat." Niantian expressed relief in his eyes and slowly spoke.
Duntian smiled slightly. Wang Lin seemed to him to be just a mortal. Even though he glanced at it, he didn't remember it at all. He turned around and took a step before disappearing between the heaven and the earth.
Even though he was like this, Wang Lin's mind suddenly roared when he saw Duntian, and he seemed to think of something faintly. The whole person was shaken, looking at the leaving figure of Duntian, two lines of tears were unconscious. Come down from the corner of the eye.
At this moment, a white bird flew up from the sky of the Soul Refining Zong Mountain Gate, and whirled past the sound of his neighing.
"Soul Refining Sect, hundreds of years later, on the same day that you are sitting and dying, someone will come here. He is your Soul Refining Sect's road to heaven!"
Wang Lin murmured, looking at Duntian's back, tears more.
Niantian shook his body, looked at Wang Lin for a long time, and bowed his fist. He didn't fully believe it, but he remembered it in his heart. He didn't talk to Duntian about it in his entire life. Instead, one day after hundreds of years, he felt that the end was approaching, and he stayed there. At this moment, the words of the Confucian scholar that made him unforgettable came into his mind hundreds of years ago.