Chapter 18
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Looking at Fengqin's back, Lin Zhizhi doesn't plan to stop him.
The young man with black hair glanced at the scattered disciples around him, pursed his lips, found a gap and left.
At this time, it was evening. There were many disciples coming and going. Lin Zhizhi and LAN Zhen were extremely dazzling people themselves. LAN Zhen depended on his family background, and Lin Zhizhi depended on his face. Their gathering on the entrance steps attracted a lot of onlookers.
Lin Zhizhi's participation is very low-key outside the luoxianjian sect, and he usually comes and goes alone. In addition to the fact that "a new martial brother with amazing appearance" has been spread among some younger martial sisters in the sect, it has not caused much ripple. But just now Fengqin came back with him. Fengqin angrily attacked LAN Zhen, but his disciples had a good view of the picture. The onlookers who didn't know the truth set off a part of the discussion upsurge
#Eh, the birth of the new love triangle? #
? The notorious young master of the LAN family tries to bully his new junior brother. He is afraid to fart when he is burned by his Taoist partner. Ah, he looks good. I don't know when he started. Does anyone know his name? It seems that the key point is wrong? Well, no matter what, good-looking is good-looking.
- these rumors spread among the disciples of the foreign sect, and Lin Zhi had not heard of them at this time. After cleaning up the dolphins, he went back to find the master with the basic sword formula he had mastered.
Xuanhua sat in front of the water mirror with his chin propped up, watching the little apprentice coming towards the palace, but he was thinking about the feelings of little Phoenix for Lin Zhizhi. He quickly passed the two people's acquaintance in his mind. Master daozun opened his lips lightly, and defined the relationship with the mature view of an adult: a child's family. He forgot about Fengqin and let the water mirror magnify his apprentice's slender hand. When he thought about it, he recalled the way he used the ordinary iron sword he bought in the grocery store to clean up the guinea pigs. He only felt that the sword was very different from him.
Master daozun pondered for a moment. Before Lin Zhizhi entered the palace, he cut off the water mirror live broadcast in time. He said to the little apprentice who was walking towards the entrance: "come to Houshan."
Lin Zhizhi came to the back mountain according to his words. Xuanhua was covering his hands behind his back, and his robe was flying. It was calming to see the purple bamboo forest floating in the breeze.
"Master." Lin Zhizhi stops at the narrow entrance and calls.
Xuanhua turned his head, raised his hand and motioned Lin Zhizhi to come to him
Xuanhua's words are endless, but Lin Zhizhi knows that his master asked for the basic sword formula. He took out the purple bamboo sword from the heaven and earth ring and drew a sword flower: "en, show it to the master?"
As soon as the purple bamboo sword came out, the purple bamboo forest in front of it seemed to have a spirit, making a sound of sand and sand, as if welcoming Lin Zhizhi back.
Xuanhua's voice was cold: "have you come to the world?"
Lin Zhizhi was stunned. Although his heart swelled, he didn't dare to praise Haikou in front of the master: "I don't dare to talk nonsense..."
Xuanhua was not satisfied with his modesty: "the way to cultivate immortals is against heaven. Why talk about nonsense?"
Daozun goes against the sky all his life. He never retreats after nine days of dark thunder. He goes up in the face of difficulties. He never gives up when he dies. What he relies on is his belief of giving up others. Some of his methods of hiding one's talents and cultivating one's obscurity were totally denied by him. His disciples wanted to be unique in the world!
In fact, Lin Zhizhi is not the kind of person who flinches. As the legitimate son of the Lin family, he is more proud than ordinary people. Only in the process of his education, Lin Zhizhi, who is familiar with Confucian classics, urged him to obey all kinds of rules. Lin Zhizhi always pretends to be a teacher he just worships.
Now hearing Xuanhua's words, Lin Zhizhi's arrogance is also aroused. With a shake of his wrist, Lin Zhizhi is about to show the master the basic sword formula he dreamed of in his sleep, but Xuanhua's finger is in front of Zizhu sword.
"Master..." Lin Zhizhi was puzzled.
Xuanhua's voice was cold: "this sword is not for you."
Zizhu is tall and bright, but flexible and introverted, which is not commensurate with Lin Zhizhi. Although the saber from Lin Fu has been with him for a long time, it's only a kind of ordinary sword. The ordinary sword here doesn't mean a kind of ordinary sword. You should know that it's a kind of excellent sword that Lin Fu has got for his son with his financial resources. But the sword is different from the general spirit weapon. From the perspective of sword repair, there is only one kind of sword: Sword spirit.
The sword with sword spirit is the real spirit sword, and the rest are good or bad. If Jianxiu can get the spirit of the sword to recognize the master, the sword born in this way can be called the divine sword. The heart moves with the will, and the friars dare not easily provoke.
Looking at the little apprentice's black eyes, Xuanhua grabs Lin Zhizhi's purple bamboo sword with one hand. He wanted to throw it away, but somehow, he remembers the scene when he first taught the little apprentice how to practice the sword. Not close to the girl's heart, daozun puts the purple bamboo sword into the heaven and earth ring. Then he takes the little apprentice's hand, and a white light flashes by The shadow disappeared in place.
In the whole process, Xuanhua didn't put a word in his mind, but swallowed the words he wanted to blurt out: "my disciple, it's worth the best."
……
In the southwest corner of the magic sea boundary of Zhongtian continent, on the top of the mountains, the wind returns and the clouds disperse.
The spirit bird flying kite hovers on the high ground and calls several times from time to time. Cloud green for rain, water Dan smoke, but the wind blowing and clear up.The mountain scenery is very beautiful, but many monks don't come here specially for the beautiful scenery.
In front of an ordinary cave, a golden dragon chariot stays not far away. The Dragon chariot is covered with a tent, and the bell is hanging at the corner of the tent. It is indistinct that a person is lying on the Dragon chariot, holding several gorgeous dancers in his arms. The fairy music is wonderful and lively.
On the other side, the Taoist like man with feather and gauze hat bowed his head and said nothing. A boy who was similar to him was beside him. They were out of place with the Dragon chariot.
In their distance, some scattered friars gathered together, afraid of the deterrence of the friars in Yuan infant period, and did not dare to speak.
These people didn't know how long they had been waiting. Several shadows flashed across the sky. Two men, one woman and several nephews behind them jumped off the flying spirit weapon. The woman's face was like a peach blossom. She said to the man on the Dragon chariot, "happy ancestor, are you willing to put down the beauties of your sect to come to wanjian cave?"
The man, known as the happy ancestor, let go of the beauty in his arms and said lazily, "I came here to get the sword for my son who didn't make a weapon. Mrs. Luo, I haven't seen you for a long time. It's really sad to be so sarcastic."
Mrs. Luo chuckled: "it's not that my grandfather refused to let me have a kiss with you --"
a man who came with Mrs. Luo interrupted them discontentedly and asked about his concerns: "how long have you been here, Xiaoyao grandfather?"
Xiaoyao Laozu understood what he thought. After a while, he hummed coldly: "it's been seven days, and the cave has not been opened."
When the man got the information he wanted, he didn't say a word. He let out his divine sense to cover the whole audience, especially the strange swordsman. But before his divine sense touched the other person, he was bounced back by a fierce aura.
Mrs. Luo and another man's eyes moved, and they both released their divine sense to test the Taoist, but they couldn't get into him within three feet. Mrs. Luo regained her divine sense, and her sweet smile reappeared on her face: "it's fate to meet each other, and there is no quota for wanjian grottoes. How about taking each of them according to their fate?"
All of them were great friars in Yuan infant period. They were very powerful. No one wanted to bring people here any more and reached a balance.
Except that Mrs. Luo got into the tent of Xiaoyao's ancestors, the later two men closed their eyes and sat cross legged, waiting only for the opening of the stone gate once in March.
After a long time, there was a roar, and the stone gate of wanjian Grottoes was opened slowly to both sides.
Xiaoyao Laozu laughs and pushes a bloated young man in royal guards to the door: "swimmer, go ahead. You are not allowed to come back to see your father unless you take back the sword above ordinary goods!"
At the same time, the young people around the Taoist priest also took a step, and the crowd swarmed to wanjian cave.
Mrs. Luo watched her favorite nephew disappear at the gate of wanjian grottoes. She turned back and said to Xiaoyao Laozu, "Laozu, how about if we make a bet?"
"Mrs. Luo, whose disciple got the highest level of spirit sword? Or do you mean the most difficult level
"It's Lao Zu who knows my heart best. Although the level of spirit sword is important, the most important thing for monks is strength. Young Juncai is less than 30 years old. He has already reached the Ninth level of refining Qi. I have peach blossom and red snail wine for him all the time
Mrs. Luo is the elder of Yuanying in Hehuan sect. She is very charming and has few rivals. As famous as her Meigong is the peach blossom red snail wine, which is made of peach blossom and red snail. The wine is mellow and can be drunk for an hour. Taste alone is not enough to make it famous. What's more amazing is that it can also help people break through the bottleneck.
Xiaoyao Laozu came to the spirit. He dawdled on Qiankun ring for a moment, and took out a spirit grass: "I just picked this hundred year old spirit grass from the secret place, so I'll take it as a bet this time. It doesn't insult the name of Hongluo wine. The disciple that Mrs. Luo brought, I think his breath cultivation is no worse than swimming. I think Mrs. Luo has taken a lot of effort. "
"No, my child is not good at actual combat. He is not good at swimming."
The man on Mrs. Luo's side originally regarded Mrs. Luo as a future Taoist partner. He glared at Xiaoyao's ancestor with the eyes of his rival. He threw a heavy object in front of the Dragon chariot and reported with a proud look: "Millennium black iron."
Mrs. Luo pretended to be surprised and patted her plump chest: "brother sun is really generous. You can take out something as rare as the Millennium black iron."
Brother sun's eyes immediately stuck to each other's rough place: "it's just a small piece of millennial black iron. I can still get it from the refining Pavilion."
“……”
At the same time, on top of the flying sword, Xuanhua was also explaining to Lin Zhizhi Wanjian cave is a place where the sword spirit has been tested for nearly a thousand years. It's up to you to decide what kind of sabre you can get. "
Although Lin Zhizhi was born in a famous family, he had never heard of wanjian cave. Curious, he pestered Xuanhua and asked many questions: "master, where is wanjian cave? What kind of trial is it? "
On weekdays, friends don't ask questions, they just stay silent. Xuanhua always thinks that the sound of each other's breathing is too loud for him to roll. But when Lin Zhizhi asks questions, Xuanhua doesn't throw the little apprentice down from the flying sword. He also takes a little patience and says, "you'll know as soon as you arrive."
Lin Zhizhi said, "Oh," and sat on the flying sword without saying a word.
Xuanhua opened his left eye and glanced at the silent little disciple. After three taps of his right fingertip on the back of the sword, he put his fingertip in the center of Lin Zhizhi's eyebrow. An image of a real person explaining wanjian cave to his disciple took shape in front of him: "wanjian old man was once a spiritual monk. He was determined to create a magic sword that could stir the fairyland. He is not a professional sword caster. It is difficult for him to achieve this goal. In the end, when he went through the Mahayana thunder disaster and ascended to the fairyland, his inspiration burst out. He took the thunder as the guide and absorbed the sun and moon as the soul, and instead made a unique magic sword. ""It's a pity that at the last moment, the sword spirit was just born, and the old man Wan Jian had no time to warm up, so he was scattered by Tianlei. In desperation, old man Wan Jian gave up the promotion of immortality and sealed his life income in this cave for later generations to take. After a long time, the spirit of Shenjian gradually recovered and began to look for its master. The way to find the master of sword spirit depends on the qualification and the actual combat. It will record everyone who has been to wanjian grottoes, and select the future son of Tianjiao to compete with you. Over time, the wanjian cave has not only become a place to find swords, but also a symbol to test the strength of disciples. "
At the end of the video, Lin Zhizhi understood the rules of wanjian grottoes. He took a grateful look at Xuanhua, who had closed his eyes and meditated.
Xuanhua's sword is faster than many flying Lingbao in the world. About half a cup of tea, Xuanhua opens his eyes, stands up from the back of the sword and tells Lin Zhizhi: "stick to the heart of Tao."
Lin Zhizhi nodded with a serious face.
At the meeting when the four sects accepted apprentices, he failed to pass through the dreamland because of the unstable mind of Tao - the real cultivator never fell in the same place for the second time. This time, even if there were any more beauties to do to him, he would be Liu Xiahui in the realm of cultivation.
When wanjian grottoes, Xiaoyao ancestors and others appeared in front of him, Xuanhua gave a pause and added the secret of passing through wanjian Grottoes: "don't forget the basic sword formula."
Lin Zhizhi
I always feel that master has played a big game of chess
When Xuanhua's flying sword came down from the sky, Xiaoyao Laozu and others were drinking and enjoying the beautiful women's dancing in the Dragon chariot. The first reaction was not Xiaoyao Laozu, who was the most powerful in the face, but Mrs. Luo. Mrs. Luo narrowed her peach blossom eyes and looked at the two uninvited guests -
the older man's face was expressionless and imposing, his black robe and purple shirt moved with the wind, and she didn't pay attention to everything. The young man was delicate, but not feminine. He was dressed in a white robe. The sword pattern in the corner of his robe revealed the school, and he looked indifferent.
What surprised Mrs. Luo most was that they did not exist in her divine consciousness.
Before that Taoist just can't get close to each other, maybe they have some magic weapon to protect the divine consciousness, but these two people are totally unaware.
Xiaoyaolaozu and the other two men also stopped and fixed their eyes on the two men.
Xuanhua had a good view of everything, but he ignored it and said to Lin Zhi, "go."
Lin Zhizhi summoned the family sword from the heaven and earth ring and walked into the ten thousand sword cave lightly.
As soon as I entered, there was still some light, but as I went deeper and deeper, there was no source for this small cave, so I had to rely on my intuition to move forward. The cave is very quiet, except for the footsteps of one of Lin Zhi's people, only the sound of dripping water.
I don't know how long I have been walking, but I finally come to a fork. A candle lamp is hung on both sides of the fork every few days. With Lin Zhizhi's pace, one by one, it lights up. When we got to the deepest futon, two rows of candlelight lit up the whole passage, and a mechanized voice sounded: "new candidate, welcome."
"According to the root and bone test all the way, you are tianlinggen, with excellent quality; you look like jade, with excellent appearance..."
Lin Zhizhi
Wait a minute. Where did the appearance test come from? Don't you think old man Wan Jian is a face control? The appearance is not handsome, even this kind of sword spirit test can not pass through is also extremely miserable --
"will put forward your candidate position, then enters the actual combat, the first challenger, at that time 35 year old Wu Zun, the boundary: the gasification period ten levels."
Wuzun?!
With the sound of the three silences, Lin Zhizhi felt as light as if he had been sucked into a martial arts arena. Across from Nabi martial arts arena, a middle-aged man with a scar on his left face gradually formed in front of him.
For some reason, the scar on the man's face always gave Lin Zhi 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. His fist was covered with golden light, and he smashed it at Lin Zhi's place!
Lin Zhizhi turns around and walks away with a flying cloud step. His fist smashes the place where he was standing. Surprisingly, there is a sound of gold and jade colliding.
This makes Lin Zhizhi suddenly realize that Jinyu body smashing fist is a famous stunt of wuzun Haotian.
He once met Haotian. At that time, Haotian had become a monk in Yuanying period, and was famous for his arrogance. When Haotian competed with a swordsman, the swordsman's spirit sword cut the iron like mud. However, when it collided with Haotian's fist, it was this sword, the whole body of Jinyu body smashing fist, which was totally different from the power of Haotian, who came to enter the ten thousand sword cave in the current gas refining period, but it was also terrible for Lin Zhi in the same gas refining period.
Because this is the rudiment of a supreme martial arts in the future.
Lin Zhizhi licked the dust splashing to the corner of his mouth, only excited.
It's really a good chance to fight with the young talents.
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Looking at Fengqin's back, Lin Zhizhi doesn't plan to stop him.
The young man with black hair glanced at the scattered disciples around him, pursed his lips, found a gap and left.
At this time, it was evening. There were many disciples coming and going. Lin Zhizhi and LAN Zhen were extremely dazzling people themselves. LAN Zhen depended on his family background, and Lin Zhizhi depended on his face. Their gathering on the entrance steps attracted a lot of onlookers.
Lin Zhizhi's participation is very low-key outside the luoxianjian sect, and he usually comes and goes alone. In addition to the fact that "a new martial brother with amazing appearance" has been spread among some younger martial sisters in the sect, it has not caused much ripple. But just now Fengqin came back with him. Fengqin angrily attacked LAN Zhen, but his disciples had a good view of the picture. The onlookers who didn't know the truth set off a part of the discussion upsurge
#Eh, the birth of the new love triangle? #
? The notorious young master of the LAN family tries to bully his new junior brother. He is afraid to fart when he is burned by his Taoist partner. Ah, he looks good. I don't know when he started. Does anyone know his name? It seems that the key point is wrong? Well, no matter what, good-looking is good-looking.
- these rumors spread among the disciples of the foreign sect, and Lin Zhi had not heard of them at this time. After cleaning up the dolphins, he went back to find the master with the basic sword formula he had mastered.
Xuanhua sat in front of the water mirror with his chin propped up, watching the little apprentice coming towards the palace, but he was thinking about the feelings of little Phoenix for Lin Zhizhi. He quickly passed the two people's acquaintance in his mind. Master daozun opened his lips lightly, and defined the relationship with the mature view of an adult: a child's family. He forgot about Fengqin and let the water mirror magnify his apprentice's slender hand. When he thought about it, he recalled the way he used the ordinary iron sword he bought in the grocery store to clean up the guinea pigs. He only felt that the sword was very different from him.
Master daozun pondered for a moment. Before Lin Zhizhi entered the palace, he cut off the water mirror live broadcast in time. He said to the little apprentice who was walking towards the entrance: "come to Houshan."
Lin Zhizhi came to the back mountain according to his words. Xuanhua was covering his hands behind his back, and his robe was flying. It was calming to see the purple bamboo forest floating in the breeze.
"Master." Lin Zhizhi stops at the narrow entrance and calls.
Xuanhua turned his head, raised his hand and motioned Lin Zhizhi to come to him
Xuanhua's words are endless, but Lin Zhizhi knows that his master asked for the basic sword formula. He took out the purple bamboo sword from the heaven and earth ring and drew a sword flower: "en, show it to the master?"
As soon as the purple bamboo sword came out, the purple bamboo forest in front of it seemed to have a spirit, making a sound of sand and sand, as if welcoming Lin Zhizhi back.
Xuanhua's voice was cold: "have you come to the world?"
Lin Zhizhi was stunned. Although his heart swelled, he didn't dare to praise Haikou in front of the master: "I don't dare to talk nonsense..."
Xuanhua was not satisfied with his modesty: "the way to cultivate immortals is against heaven. Why talk about nonsense?"
Daozun goes against the sky all his life. He never retreats after nine days of dark thunder. He goes up in the face of difficulties. He never gives up when he dies. What he relies on is his belief of giving up others. Some of his methods of hiding one's talents and cultivating one's obscurity were totally denied by him. His disciples wanted to be unique in the world!
In fact, Lin Zhizhi is not the kind of person who flinches. As the legitimate son of the Lin family, he is more proud than ordinary people. Only in the process of his education, Lin Zhizhi, who is familiar with Confucian classics, urged him to obey all kinds of rules. Lin Zhizhi always pretends to be a teacher he just worships.
Now hearing Xuanhua's words, Lin Zhizhi's arrogance is also aroused. With a shake of his wrist, Lin Zhizhi is about to show the master the basic sword formula he dreamed of in his sleep, but Xuanhua's finger is in front of Zizhu sword.
"Master..." Lin Zhizhi was puzzled.
Xuanhua's voice was cold: "this sword is not for you."
Zizhu is tall and bright, but flexible and introverted, which is not commensurate with Lin Zhizhi. Although the saber from Lin Fu has been with him for a long time, it's only a kind of ordinary sword. The ordinary sword here doesn't mean a kind of ordinary sword. You should know that it's a kind of excellent sword that Lin Fu has got for his son with his financial resources. But the sword is different from the general spirit weapon. From the perspective of sword repair, there is only one kind of sword: Sword spirit.
The sword with sword spirit is the real spirit sword, and the rest are good or bad. If Jianxiu can get the spirit of the sword to recognize the master, the sword born in this way can be called the divine sword. The heart moves with the will, and the friars dare not easily provoke.
Looking at the little apprentice's black eyes, Xuanhua grabs Lin Zhizhi's purple bamboo sword with one hand. He wanted to throw it away, but somehow, he remembers the scene when he first taught the little apprentice how to practice the sword. Not close to the girl's heart, daozun puts the purple bamboo sword into the heaven and earth ring. Then he takes the little apprentice's hand, and a white light flashes by The shadow disappeared in place.
In the whole process, Xuanhua didn't put a word in his mind, but swallowed the words he wanted to blurt out: "my disciple, it's worth the best."
……
In the southwest corner of the magic sea boundary of Zhongtian continent, on the top of the mountains, the wind returns and the clouds disperse.
The spirit bird flying kite hovers on the high ground and calls several times from time to time. Cloud green for rain, water Dan smoke, but the wind blowing and clear up.The mountain scenery is very beautiful, but many monks don't come here specially for the beautiful scenery.
In front of an ordinary cave, a golden dragon chariot stays not far away. The Dragon chariot is covered with a tent, and the bell is hanging at the corner of the tent. It is indistinct that a person is lying on the Dragon chariot, holding several gorgeous dancers in his arms. The fairy music is wonderful and lively.
On the other side, the Taoist like man with feather and gauze hat bowed his head and said nothing. A boy who was similar to him was beside him. They were out of place with the Dragon chariot.
In their distance, some scattered friars gathered together, afraid of the deterrence of the friars in Yuan infant period, and did not dare to speak.
These people didn't know how long they had been waiting. Several shadows flashed across the sky. Two men, one woman and several nephews behind them jumped off the flying spirit weapon. The woman's face was like a peach blossom. She said to the man on the Dragon chariot, "happy ancestor, are you willing to put down the beauties of your sect to come to wanjian cave?"
The man, known as the happy ancestor, let go of the beauty in his arms and said lazily, "I came here to get the sword for my son who didn't make a weapon. Mrs. Luo, I haven't seen you for a long time. It's really sad to be so sarcastic."
Mrs. Luo chuckled: "it's not that my grandfather refused to let me have a kiss with you --"
a man who came with Mrs. Luo interrupted them discontentedly and asked about his concerns: "how long have you been here, Xiaoyao grandfather?"
Xiaoyao Laozu understood what he thought. After a while, he hummed coldly: "it's been seven days, and the cave has not been opened."
When the man got the information he wanted, he didn't say a word. He let out his divine sense to cover the whole audience, especially the strange swordsman. But before his divine sense touched the other person, he was bounced back by a fierce aura.
Mrs. Luo and another man's eyes moved, and they both released their divine sense to test the Taoist, but they couldn't get into him within three feet. Mrs. Luo regained her divine sense, and her sweet smile reappeared on her face: "it's fate to meet each other, and there is no quota for wanjian grottoes. How about taking each of them according to their fate?"
All of them were great friars in Yuan infant period. They were very powerful. No one wanted to bring people here any more and reached a balance.
Except that Mrs. Luo got into the tent of Xiaoyao's ancestors, the later two men closed their eyes and sat cross legged, waiting only for the opening of the stone gate once in March.
After a long time, there was a roar, and the stone gate of wanjian Grottoes was opened slowly to both sides.
Xiaoyao Laozu laughs and pushes a bloated young man in royal guards to the door: "swimmer, go ahead. You are not allowed to come back to see your father unless you take back the sword above ordinary goods!"
At the same time, the young people around the Taoist priest also took a step, and the crowd swarmed to wanjian cave.
Mrs. Luo watched her favorite nephew disappear at the gate of wanjian grottoes. She turned back and said to Xiaoyao Laozu, "Laozu, how about if we make a bet?"
"Mrs. Luo, whose disciple got the highest level of spirit sword? Or do you mean the most difficult level
"It's Lao Zu who knows my heart best. Although the level of spirit sword is important, the most important thing for monks is strength. Young Juncai is less than 30 years old. He has already reached the Ninth level of refining Qi. I have peach blossom and red snail wine for him all the time
Mrs. Luo is the elder of Yuanying in Hehuan sect. She is very charming and has few rivals. As famous as her Meigong is the peach blossom red snail wine, which is made of peach blossom and red snail. The wine is mellow and can be drunk for an hour. Taste alone is not enough to make it famous. What's more amazing is that it can also help people break through the bottleneck.
Xiaoyao Laozu came to the spirit. He dawdled on Qiankun ring for a moment, and took out a spirit grass: "I just picked this hundred year old spirit grass from the secret place, so I'll take it as a bet this time. It doesn't insult the name of Hongluo wine. The disciple that Mrs. Luo brought, I think his breath cultivation is no worse than swimming. I think Mrs. Luo has taken a lot of effort. "
"No, my child is not good at actual combat. He is not good at swimming."
The man on Mrs. Luo's side originally regarded Mrs. Luo as a future Taoist partner. He glared at Xiaoyao's ancestor with the eyes of his rival. He threw a heavy object in front of the Dragon chariot and reported with a proud look: "Millennium black iron."
Mrs. Luo pretended to be surprised and patted her plump chest: "brother sun is really generous. You can take out something as rare as the Millennium black iron."
Brother sun's eyes immediately stuck to each other's rough place: "it's just a small piece of millennial black iron. I can still get it from the refining Pavilion."
“……”
At the same time, on top of the flying sword, Xuanhua was also explaining to Lin Zhizhi Wanjian cave is a place where the sword spirit has been tested for nearly a thousand years. It's up to you to decide what kind of sabre you can get. "
Although Lin Zhizhi was born in a famous family, he had never heard of wanjian cave. Curious, he pestered Xuanhua and asked many questions: "master, where is wanjian cave? What kind of trial is it? "
On weekdays, friends don't ask questions, they just stay silent. Xuanhua always thinks that the sound of each other's breathing is too loud for him to roll. But when Lin Zhizhi asks questions, Xuanhua doesn't throw the little apprentice down from the flying sword. He also takes a little patience and says, "you'll know as soon as you arrive."
Lin Zhizhi said, "Oh," and sat on the flying sword without saying a word.
Xuanhua opened his left eye and glanced at the silent little disciple. After three taps of his right fingertip on the back of the sword, he put his fingertip in the center of Lin Zhizhi's eyebrow. An image of a real person explaining wanjian cave to his disciple took shape in front of him: "wanjian old man was once a spiritual monk. He was determined to create a magic sword that could stir the fairyland. He is not a professional sword caster. It is difficult for him to achieve this goal. In the end, when he went through the Mahayana thunder disaster and ascended to the fairyland, his inspiration burst out. He took the thunder as the guide and absorbed the sun and moon as the soul, and instead made a unique magic sword. ""It's a pity that at the last moment, the sword spirit was just born, and the old man Wan Jian had no time to warm up, so he was scattered by Tianlei. In desperation, old man Wan Jian gave up the promotion of immortality and sealed his life income in this cave for later generations to take. After a long time, the spirit of Shenjian gradually recovered and began to look for its master. The way to find the master of sword spirit depends on the qualification and the actual combat. It will record everyone who has been to wanjian grottoes, and select the future son of Tianjiao to compete with you. Over time, the wanjian cave has not only become a place to find swords, but also a symbol to test the strength of disciples. "
At the end of the video, Lin Zhizhi understood the rules of wanjian grottoes. He took a grateful look at Xuanhua, who had closed his eyes and meditated.
Xuanhua's sword is faster than many flying Lingbao in the world. About half a cup of tea, Xuanhua opens his eyes, stands up from the back of the sword and tells Lin Zhizhi: "stick to the heart of Tao."
Lin Zhizhi nodded with a serious face.
At the meeting when the four sects accepted apprentices, he failed to pass through the dreamland because of the unstable mind of Tao - the real cultivator never fell in the same place for the second time. This time, even if there were any more beauties to do to him, he would be Liu Xiahui in the realm of cultivation.
When wanjian grottoes, Xiaoyao ancestors and others appeared in front of him, Xuanhua gave a pause and added the secret of passing through wanjian Grottoes: "don't forget the basic sword formula."
Lin Zhizhi
I always feel that master has played a big game of chess
When Xuanhua's flying sword came down from the sky, Xiaoyao Laozu and others were drinking and enjoying the beautiful women's dancing in the Dragon chariot. The first reaction was not Xiaoyao Laozu, who was the most powerful in the face, but Mrs. Luo. Mrs. Luo narrowed her peach blossom eyes and looked at the two uninvited guests -
the older man's face was expressionless and imposing, his black robe and purple shirt moved with the wind, and she didn't pay attention to everything. The young man was delicate, but not feminine. He was dressed in a white robe. The sword pattern in the corner of his robe revealed the school, and he looked indifferent.
What surprised Mrs. Luo most was that they did not exist in her divine consciousness.
Before that Taoist just can't get close to each other, maybe they have some magic weapon to protect the divine consciousness, but these two people are totally unaware.
Xiaoyaolaozu and the other two men also stopped and fixed their eyes on the two men.
Xuanhua had a good view of everything, but he ignored it and said to Lin Zhi, "go."
Lin Zhizhi summoned the family sword from the heaven and earth ring and walked into the ten thousand sword cave lightly.
As soon as I entered, there was still some light, but as I went deeper and deeper, there was no source for this small cave, so I had to rely on my intuition to move forward. The cave is very quiet, except for the footsteps of one of Lin Zhi's people, only the sound of dripping water.
I don't know how long I have been walking, but I finally come to a fork. A candle lamp is hung on both sides of the fork every few days. With Lin Zhizhi's pace, one by one, it lights up. When we got to the deepest futon, two rows of candlelight lit up the whole passage, and a mechanized voice sounded: "new candidate, welcome."
"According to the root and bone test all the way, you are tianlinggen, with excellent quality; you look like jade, with excellent appearance..."
Lin Zhizhi
Wait a minute. Where did the appearance test come from? Don't you think old man Wan Jian is a face control? The appearance is not handsome, even this kind of sword spirit test can not pass through is also extremely miserable --
"will put forward your candidate position, then enters the actual combat, the first challenger, at that time 35 year old Wu Zun, the boundary: the gasification period ten levels."
Wuzun?!
With the sound of the three silences, Lin Zhizhi felt as light as if he had been sucked into a martial arts arena. Across from Nabi martial arts arena, a middle-aged man with a scar on his left face gradually formed in front of him.
For some reason, the scar on the man's face always gave Lin Zhi 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. His fist was covered with golden light, and he smashed it at Lin Zhi's place!
Lin Zhizhi turns around and walks away with a flying cloud step. His fist smashes the place where he was standing. Surprisingly, there is a sound of gold and jade colliding.
This makes Lin Zhizhi suddenly realize that Jinyu body smashing fist is a famous stunt of wuzun Haotian.
He once met Haotian. At that time, Haotian had become a monk in Yuanying period, and was famous for his arrogance. When Haotian competed with a swordsman, the swordsman's spirit sword cut the iron like mud. However, when it collided with Haotian's fist, it was this sword, the whole body of Jinyu body smashing fist, which was totally different from the power of Haotian, who came to enter the ten thousand sword cave in the current gas refining period, but it was also terrible for Lin Zhi in the same gas refining period.
Because this is the rudiment of a supreme martial arts in the future.
Lin Zhizhi licked the dust splashing to the corner of his mouth, only excited.
It's really a good chance to fight with the young talents.
Looking at Fengqin's back, Lin Zhizhi doesn't plan to stop him. The young man with black hair glanced at the scattered disciples around him, pursed his lips, found a gap and left. At this time, it was evening. There were many disciples coming and going. Lin Zhizhi and LAN Zhen were extremely dazzling people themselves. LAN Zhen depended on his family background, and Lin Zhizhi depended on his face. Their gathering on the entrance steps attracted a lot of onlookers. Lin Zhizhi's participation is very low-key outside the luoxianjian sect, and he usually comes and goes alone. In addition to the fact that "a new martial brother with amazing appearance" has been spread among some younger martial sisters in the sect, it has not caused much ripple. But just now Fengqin came back with him. Fengqin angrily attacked LAN Zhen, but his disciples had a good view of the picture. The onlookers who didn't know the truth set off a part of the discussion upsurge #Eh, the birth of the new love triangle? #? The notorious young master of the LAN family tries to bully his new junior brother. He is afraid to fart when he is burned by his Taoist partner. Ah, he looks good. I don't know when he started. Does anyone know his name? It seems that the key point is wrong? Well, no matter what, good-looking is good-looking. - these rumors spread among the disciples of the foreign sect, and Lin Zhi had not heard of them at this time. After cleaning up the dolphins, he went back to find the master with the basic sword formula he had mastered. Xuanhua sat in front of the water mirror with his chin propped up, watching the little apprentice coming towards the palace, but he was thinking about the feelings of little Phoenix for Lin Zhizhi. He quickly passed the two people's acquaintance in his mind. Master daozun opened his lips lightly, and defined the relationship with the mature view of an adult: a child's family. He forgot about Fengqin and let the water mirror magnify his apprentice's slender hand. When he thought about it, he recalled the way he used the ordinary iron sword he bought in the grocery store to clean up the guinea pigs. He only felt that the sword was very different from him. Master daozun pondered for a moment. Before Lin Zhizhi entered the palace, he cut off the water mirror live broadcast in time. He said to the little apprentice who was walking towards the entrance: "come to Houshan." Lin Zhizhi came to the back mountain according to his words. Xuanhua was covering his hands behind his back, and his robe was flying. It was calming to see the purple bamboo forest floating in the breeze. "Master." Lin Zhizhi stops at the narrow entrance and calls. Xuanhua turned his head, raised his hand and motioned Lin Zhizhi to come to him Xuanhua's words are endless, but Lin Zhizhi knows that his master asked for the basic sword formula. He took out the purple bamboo sword from the heaven and earth ring and drew a sword flower: "en, show it to the master?" As soon as the purple bamboo sword came out, the purple bamboo forest in front of it seemed to have a spirit, making a sound of sand and sand, as if welcoming Lin Zhizhi back. Xuanhua's voice was cold: "have you come to the world?" Lin Zhizhi was stunned. Although his heart swelled, he didn't dare to praise Haikou in front of the master: "I don't dare to talk nonsense..." Xuanhua was not satisfied with his modesty: "the way to cultivate immortals is against heaven. Why talk about nonsense?" Daozun goes against the sky all his life. He never retreats after nine days of dark thunder. He goes up in the face of difficulties. He never gives up when he dies. What he relies on is his belief of giving up others. Some of his methods of hiding one's talents and cultivating one's obscurity were totally denied by him. His disciples wanted to be unique in the world! In fact, Lin Zhizhi is not the kind of person who flinches. As the legitimate son of the Lin family, he is more proud than ordinary people. Only in the process of his education, Lin Zhizhi, who is familiar with Confucian classics, urged him to obey all kinds of rules. Lin Zhizhi always pretends to be a teacher he just worships. Now hearing Xuanhua's words, Lin Zhizhi's arrogance is also aroused. With a shake of his wrist, Lin Zhizhi is about to show the master the basic sword formula he dreamed of in his sleep, but Xuanhua's finger is in front of Zizhu sword. "Master..." Lin Zhizhi was puzzled. Xuanhua's voice was cold: "this sword is not for you." Zizhu is tall and bright, but flexible and introverted, which is not commensurate with Lin Zhizhi. Although the saber from Lin Fu has been with him for a long time, it's only a kind of ordinary sword. The ordinary sword here doesn't mean a kind of ordinary sword. You should know that it's a kind of excellent sword that Lin Fu has got for his son with his financial resources. But the sword is different from the general spirit weapon. From the perspective of sword repair, there is only one kind of sword: Sword spirit. The sword with sword spirit is the real spirit sword, and the rest are good or bad. If Jianxiu can get the spirit of the sword to recognize the master, the sword born in this way can be called the divine sword. The heart moves with the will, and the friars dare not easily provoke. Looking at the little apprentice's black eyes, Xuanhua grabs Lin Zhizhi's purple bamboo sword with one hand. He wanted to throw it away, but somehow, he remembers the scene when he first taught the little apprentice how to practice the sword. Not close to the girl's heart, daozun puts the purple bamboo sword into the heaven and earth ring. Then he takes the little apprentice's hand, and a white light flashes by The shadow disappeared in place. In the whole process, Xuanhua didn't put a word in his mind, but swallowed the words he wanted to blurt out: "my disciple, it's worth the best." In the southwest corner of the magic sea boundary of Zhongtian continent, on the top of the mountains, the wind returns and the clouds disperse. The spirit bird flying kite hovers on the high ground and calls several times from time to time. Cloud green for rain, water Dan smoke, but the wind blowing and clear up.The mountain scenery is very beautiful, but many monks don't come here specially for the beautiful scenery. In front of an ordinary cave, a golden dragon chariot stays not far away. The Dragon chariot is covered with a tent, and the bell is hanging at the corner of the tent. It is indistinct that a person is lying on the Dragon chariot, holding several gorgeous dancers in his arms. The fairy music is wonderful and lively. On the other side, the Taoist like man with feather and gauze hat bowed his head and said nothing. A boy who was similar to him was beside him. They were out of place with the Dragon chariot. In their distance, some scattered friars gathered together, afraid of the deterrence of the friars in Yuan infant period, and did not dare to speak. These people didn't know how long they had been waiting. Several shadows flashed across the sky. Two men, one woman and several nephews behind them jumped off the flying spirit weapon. The woman's face was like a peach blossom. She said to the man on the Dragon chariot, "happy ancestor, are you willing to put down the beauties of your sect to come to wanjian cave?" The man, known as the happy ancestor, let go of the beauty in his arms and said lazily, "I came here to get the sword for my son who didn't make a weapon. Mrs. Luo, I haven't seen you for a long time. It's really sad to be so sarcastic." Mrs. Luo chuckled: "it's not that my grandfather refused to let me have a kiss with you --" a man who came with Mrs. Luo interrupted them discontentedly and asked about his concerns: "how long have you been here, Xiaoyao grandfather?" Xiaoyao Laozu understood what he thought. After a while, he hummed coldly: "it's been seven days, and the cave has not been opened." When the man got the information he wanted, he didn't say a word. He let out his divine sense to cover the whole audience, especially the strange swordsman. But before his divine sense touched the other person, he was bounced back by a fierce aura. Mrs. Luo and another man's eyes moved, and they both released their divine sense to test the Taoist, but they couldn't get into him within three feet. Mrs. Luo regained her divine sense, and her sweet smile reappeared on her face: "it's fate to meet each other, and there is no quota for wanjian grottoes. How about taking each of them according to their fate?" All of them were great friars in Yuan infant period. They were very powerful. No one wanted to bring people here any more and reached a balance. Except that Mrs. Luo got into the tent of Xiaoyao's ancestors, the later two men closed their eyes and sat cross legged, waiting only for the opening of the stone gate once in March. After a long time, there was a roar, and the stone gate of wanjian Grottoes was opened slowly to both sides. Xiaoyao Laozu laughs and pushes a bloated young man in royal guards to the door: "swimmer, go ahead. You are not allowed to come back to see your father unless you take back the sword above ordinary goods!" At the same time, the young people around the Taoist priest also took a step, and the crowd swarmed to wanjian cave. Mrs. Luo watched her favorite nephew disappear at the gate of wanjian grottoes. She turned back and said to Xiaoyao Laozu, "Laozu, how about if we make a bet?" "Mrs. Luo, whose disciple got the highest level of spirit sword? Or do you mean the most difficult level "It's Lao Zu who knows my heart best. Although the level of spirit sword is important, the most important thing for monks is strength. Young Juncai is less than 30 years old. He has already reached the Ninth level of refining Qi. I have peach blossom and red snail wine for him all the time Mrs. Luo is the elder of Yuanying in Hehuan sect. She is very charming and has few rivals. As famous as her Meigong is the peach blossom red snail wine, which is made of peach blossom and red snail. The wine is mellow and can be drunk for an hour. Taste alone is not enough to make it famous. What's more amazing is that it can also help people break through the bottleneck. Xiaoyao Laozu came to the spirit. He dawdled on Qiankun ring for a moment, and took out a spirit grass: "I just picked this hundred year old spirit grass from the secret place, so I'll take it as a bet this time. It doesn't insult the name of Hongluo wine. The disciple that Mrs. Luo brought, I think his breath cultivation is no worse than swimming. I think Mrs. Luo has taken a lot of effort. " "No, my child is not good at actual combat. He is not good at swimming." The man on Mrs. Luo's side originally regarded Mrs. Luo as a future Taoist partner. He glared at Xiaoyao's ancestor with the eyes of his rival. He threw a heavy object in front of the Dragon chariot and reported with a proud look: "Millennium black iron." Mrs. Luo pretended to be surprised and patted her plump chest: "brother sun is really generous. You can take out something as rare as the Millennium black iron." Brother sun's eyes immediately stuck to each other's rough place: "it's just a small piece of millennial black iron. I can still get it from the refining Pavilion." At the same time, on top of the flying sword, Xuanhua was also explaining to Lin Zhizhi Wanjian cave is a place where the sword spirit has been tested for nearly a thousand years. It's up to you to decide what kind of sabre you can get. " Although Lin Zhizhi was born in a famous family, he had never heard of wanjian cave. Curious, he pestered Xuanhua and asked many questions: "master, where is wanjian cave? What kind of trial is it? " On weekdays, friends don't ask questions, they just stay silent. Xuanhua always thinks that the sound of each other's breathing is too loud for him to roll. But when Lin Zhizhi asks questions, Xuanhua doesn't throw the little apprentice down from the flying sword. He also takes a little patience and says, "you'll know as soon as you arrive." Lin Zhizhi said, "Oh," and sat on the flying sword without saying a word. Xuanhua opened his left eye and glanced at the silent little disciple. After three taps of his right fingertip on the back of the sword, he put his fingertip in the center of Lin Zhizhi's eyebrow. An image of a real person explaining wanjian cave to his disciple took shape in front of him: "wanjian old man was once a spiritual monk. He was determined to create a magic sword that could stir the fairyland. He is not a professional sword caster. It is difficult for him to achieve this goal. In the end, when he went through the Mahayana thunder disaster and ascended to the fairyland, his inspiration burst out. He took the thunder as the guide and absorbed the sun and moon as the soul, and instead made a unique magic sword. ""It's a pity that at the last moment, the sword spirit was just born, and the old man Wan Jian had no time to warm up, so he was scattered by Tianlei. In desperation, old man Wan Jian gave up the promotion of immortality and sealed his life income in this cave for later generations to take. After a long time, the spirit of Shenjian gradually recovered and began to look for its master. The way to find the master of sword spirit depends on the qualification and the actual combat. It will record everyone who has been to wanjian grottoes, and select the future son of Tianjiao to compete with you. Over time, the wanjian cave has not only become a place to find swords, but also a symbol to test the strength of disciples. " At the end of the video, Lin Zhizhi understood the rules of wanjian grottoes. He took a grateful look at Xuanhua, who had closed his eyes and meditated. Xuanhua's sword is faster than many flying Lingbao in the world. About half a cup of tea, Xuanhua opens his eyes, stands up from the back of the sword and tells Lin Zhizhi: "stick to the heart of Tao." Lin Zhizhi nodded with a serious face. At the meeting when the four sects accepted apprentices, he failed to pass through the dreamland because of the unstable mind of Tao - the real cultivator never fell in the same place for the second time. This time, even if there were any more beauties to do to him, he would be Liu Xiahui in the realm of cultivation. When wanjian grottoes, Xiaoyao ancestors and others appeared in front of him, Xuanhua gave a pause and added the secret of passing through wanjian Grottoes: "don't forget the basic sword formula." Lin Zhizhi I always feel that master has played a big game of chess When Xuanhua's flying sword came down from the sky, Xiaoyao Laozu and others were drinking and enjoying the beautiful women's dancing in the Dragon chariot. The first reaction was not Xiaoyao Laozu, who was the most powerful in the face, but Mrs. Luo. Mrs. Luo narrowed her peach blossom eyes and looked at the two uninvited guests - the older man's face was expressionless and imposing, his black robe and purple shirt moved with the wind, and she didn't pay attention to everything. The young man was delicate, but not feminine. He was dressed in a white robe. The sword pattern in the corner of his robe revealed the school, and he looked indifferent. What surprised Mrs. Luo most was that they did not exist in her divine consciousness. Before that Taoist just can't get close to each other, maybe they have some magic weapon to protect the divine consciousness, but these two people are totally unaware. Xiaoyaolaozu and the other two men also stopped and fixed their eyes on the two men. Xuanhua had a good view of everything, but he ignored it and said to Lin Zhi, "go." Lin Zhizhi summoned the family sword from the heaven and earth ring and walked into the ten thousand sword cave lightly. As soon as I entered, there was still some light, but as I went deeper and deeper, there was no source for this small cave, so I had to rely on my intuition to move forward. The cave is very quiet, except for the footsteps of one of Lin Zhi's people, only the sound of dripping water. I don't know how long I have been walking, but I finally come to a fork. A candle lamp is hung on both sides of the fork every few days. With Lin Zhizhi's pace, one by one, it lights up. When we got to the deepest futon, two rows of candlelight lit up the whole passage, and a mechanized voice sounded: "new candidate, welcome." "According to the root and bone test all the way, you are tianlinggen, with excellent quality; you look like jade, with excellent appearance..." Lin Zhizhi Wait a minute. Where did the appearance test come from? Don't you think old man Wan Jian is a face control? The appearance is not handsome, even this kind of sword spirit test can not pass through is also extremely miserable -- "will put forward your candidate position, then enters the actual combat, the first challenger, at that time 35 year old Wu Zun, the boundary: the gasification period ten levels." Wuzun?! With the sound of the three silences, Lin Zhizhi felt as light as if he had been sucked into a martial arts arena. Across from Nabi martial arts arena, a middle-aged man with a scar on his left face gradually formed in front of him. For some reason, the scar on the man's face always gave Lin Zhi 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. His fist was covered with golden light, and he smashed it at Lin Zhi's place! Lin Zhizhi turns around and walks away with a flying cloud step. His fist smashes the place where he was standing. Surprisingly, there is a sound of gold and jade colliding. This makes Lin Zhizhi suddenly realize that Jinyu body smashing fist is a famous stunt of wuzun Haotian. He once met Haotian. At that time, Haotian had become a monk in Yuanying period, and was famous for his arrogance. When Haotian competed with a swordsman, the swordsman's spirit sword cut the iron like mud. However, when it collided with Haotian's fist, it was this sword, the whole body of Jinyu body smashing fist, which was totally different from the power of Haotian, who came to enter the ten thousand sword cave in the current gas refining period, but it was also terrible for Lin Zhi in the same gas refining period. Because this is the rudiment of a supreme martial arts in the future. Lin Zhizhi licked the dust splashing to the corner of his mouth, only excited. It's really a good chance to fight with the young talents.
