Beside him stood a blindfolded boy in tutu, his face occupied by fear.

Under the perception of the spiritual consciousness, he could feel that there was no way in front of him, and this was a cliff.

"Master? What are we doing here?"

His eyes couldn't see it, but he could feel Lin Changfeng's condition at this time was terrifying.

The spiritual sense fell on Lin Changfeng. Under his sensation, Lin Changfeng was not like a person, but more like an extremely sharp sword. Even if the breeze blows, it can be divided into two halves.

He didn't understand this wonderful feeling, but the master beside him must be an amazing swordsman!

Looking at the flowing streams and layers of mountains and rivers at the foot of the mountain, Lin Changfeng raised his head and closed his eyes, and said coldly: "Listen to the wind."

"Listening to the wind?" The boy turned his head in confusion, and looked at the master beside him curiously, not observing why he wanted to listen to the wind.

"Take the wind with your heart, listen to the wind, and touch his existence." Lin Changfeng's tone was very slow, but the boy still didn't understand it very much. He did not understand it slowly until he felt the breeze blowing on his face.

Two people, one big and one small, stood on the edge of the cliff and felt the breeze blowing. Yin Wanting, behind them, showed a look of thought, and did not understand what the master and apprentice were doing.

Lin Ye stared at the backs of the two people and sneered: "Although this child is holding a wooden sword, he has not even achieved the introduction to the sword. He wants to teach the child to understand his intentions, which is ridiculous."

In the opinion, this is a total joke. Not to mention that the young man's ability to comprehend is limited, even if he has comprehended it, what can he do after holding the sword?

So he didn't take it seriously, but instead felt that Lin Changfeng was too anxious.

If you want to understand the meaning, you need to understand the sword at least. Although the young man’s fingers are rough, he can see that he is not holding the sword yet. How could he understand such a profound meaning?

"Intention? Is the sword intent?" Yin Wanting was twenty years old, but she had not yet cultivated her. What she wanted to pursue was the ultimate fairy path, not a monk.

So even though she doesn't understand these things very well, she can still learn something from Lin Ye's words.

Lin Ye didn't say anything, shook his head and said, "Princess, let's go, he can't teach anything."

"You go down first, I'll watch it here." Yin Wanting said that, then took a step towards Lin Changfeng.

After reaching out his hand to stop him, Lin Ye saw Yin Wanting's frown eyebrows. He knew that the princess was angry, so he withdrew her hand.

"Since that's the case, my subordinates will take their leave first."

After saying that, he glanced at Lin Changfeng deeply and frowned and left.

She came to Lin Changfeng with elegant steps. She also closed her eyes slightly, feeling the breeze blowing on her face seriously, and her long skirt danced in the wind.

But when the long skirt was about to approach Lin Changfeng, it was cut off by a sharp sword energy. She had no spiritual sense and did not know what was happening to Lin Changfeng.

I just felt that Lin Changfeng’s aura was very sharp, making people not want to get close to her, and even she was worried.

After a while, she opened her eyes and looked at Lin Changfeng and asked, "Sir, if I can reach the top, will I be willing to accept me as my disciple?"

Opening his eyes slightly, a sword light blew past Lin Changfeng's eyes, shook his head and said, "You can't do it."

Lin Changfeng said this sentence very firmly, just as if he could predict the future, which made Yin Wanting puzzled why he was so confident.

"Why are sir so sure?"

She was curious about Lin Changfeng. She changed from a young master to a gentleman at the beginning. Being called a gentleman by a princess for a time is enough to show her respect for Lin Changfeng.

Looking slightly, Lin Changfeng's sharp eyes fell on her and said coldly: "You don't have the heart that a strong man should have."

As he said that, Lin Changfeng looked down at the blindfolded boy and asked, "If you want to worship me as your teacher, are you willing to abandon your cultivation?"

The boy was still feeling the flow of the wind, but when he heard this, his face changed slightly. He did not answer, but became entangled.

"He doesn't have a strong heart, you belong to the same kind."

After saying this, Lin Changfeng turned around and left. This time the boy did not follow, but used his spiritual sense to sense Lin Changfeng's disappearance.

Yin Wanting looked at the boy and said bitterly: "Do you know what the heart of a strong man is?"

The boy raised his eyes, which were covered by white cloth, shook his head blankly, and said, "I don't know, do the strong still need to nullify their own cultivation?"

Pulling the boy to sit on the stone on one side, Yin Wanting glanced at the place where she was standing, where there was a piece of purple silk.

She pulled up the hem of the skirt and looked at it, and couldn't help but wonder how her skirt was cut.

The boy sat on the stone, lowered his head, and said in a muffled voice: "Master is very strong, I can feel it, but it is not easy for me to practice to reach the foundation-building realm. If I lose my cultivation, I am afraid I will become a useless person in the future.

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In fact, only Yin Wanting knew the reason for her self-destruction. She studied this aspect when she was in the palace.

The skills of a monk are completely different from those of the immortal path. If a monk wants to enter the cultivation of immortality, it is necessary to lose his cultivation. After all, the immortal path is extremely domineering, and he can only choose one way to run through the end. Once he steps on, he will be able to

There is no possibility of looking back.

This is why she has no desire to practice so far, and she is simply disdainful of being a monk who pursues the path of immortality.

"Actually, you are much happier than me. At least after you lose your cultivation, you can successfully join the teacher's disciple, but I need to plot to rebel..."

At this moment, she suddenly felt that she had made the wrong choice. If she had known that the path of immortality was so difficult to find in the morning, she might not have pursued this path.

She was stunned when she suddenly thought of this.

"Is the heart of a strong man mentioned by the sir? Is it because he is not firm enough?" She underestimated her heart, and she looked at the hesitant young man, as if she understood something.

"So...If I want to become a disciple, do I have to rebel first?"

When this idea emerged, she found it ridiculous. She had no cultivation yet. Even if she started conspiring, who would be willing to obey?

Even if someone obeys, how can she ensure that the throne can fall on her?

In her opinion, Xiantu is just a joke. She glanced at the boy, patted the other person on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Sir, you are a very terrifying person. If you don't want to lose your cultivation, you will not be able to get rid of your life.

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She turned around and left the cliff and smiled bitterly: "I have been obsessed with it for more than ten years, but in the end I found that I could not enter the path of immortality at all. It's really ridiculous."

Turning his head and looking at the direction where Yin Wanting disappeared, the young man thought about it. After a long time, he walked towards the downstairs with difficulty.

The expression on his face was no longer confused. After returning to the small courtyard where Lin Changfeng lived, he made up his mind and knelt down directly.

He was no longer confused and shouted firmly: "Wang Wenhao is willing to take the teacher as his teacher and to abolish his cultivation!"

With the spiritual power invigorating, Wang Wenhao directly shattered the dantian inside his body, and knelt in front of Lin Changfeng with a pale face.

The spiritual consciousness disappeared, and he could see nothing, but he could hear the faint sound of the wind and the violent heartbeat.

A tingling pain came from his abdomen, but there was no regret on his face.

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