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The mountains and rivers are like forests, and the plants are like seas, and the green color is pouring out.

Lin Lilong stopped in the air and looked down at him. He saw a large spiritual field in the middle of the forest, and many rare birds and beasts.

Huh ~

His thoughts had already fallen before a quiet bamboo forest in the forest.

The bamboo forest is quiet, as if the sound of a piano is coming.

Lin Lilong carried the magic sword on his back, bowed his hand slightly, and said loudly: "All things about Lin Lilong, I want to see the contemporary sword-crediter..."

The Dongzhou sects come far more than the dynasty. There are countless famous mountains and rivers, as well as cities, lakes, and inland seas.

But apart from the three holy places and ten sects, there are not many sects that can be passed down for thousands of years.

More sects from today to tomorrow will be destroyed and disappear in the long river of history. The traces, inheritance and magic weapons left behind will become the "adventures" of generations.

Xiedao Sect is an extremely insignificant sect among countless sects in the East Prefecture. It only passes on three or five people in one generation, and its disciples never gather together.

All people can find are the only ones who can make a credit card.

Buzz ~

The sound of the piano came to an abrupt end, and it seemed that someone was pressing the piano with his hands.

After a slight pause, an old and ethereal voice came out from the bamboo forest: "Since Fellow Daoist Lin is here, come in."

Lin Lilong nodded and stepped into the bamboo forest.

This bamboo forest is not an ordinary bamboo forest. Among them, the bamboo forests are spiritual plants that have been carefully cultivated, with green roots as jade as well as fragrance.

In the forest, there are also a group of different sizes, with black and white fur on it, and it looks honest and stupid.

Walking through the bamboo forest, there is a clear spring and several thatched huts.

A burly figure fishing with her back, wearing a straw hat and a straw raincoat.

"Lin Lilong has met his senior."

Lin Lilong bowed slightly.

The inheritance of the Xiedao Sect seems to be only more than 20,000 years. Compared with the ten major sects, the three holy places are naturally insignificant, but they are considered to be a long-standing inheritance among a group of small sects.

Not to mention, there are only three or five people in each generation.

It is naturally rare to be able to be passed on for so long.

"Fellow Daoist Lin is too polite."

The burly figure turned around, raised the straw hat slightly, revealing the bear's face woven with black and white fur.

This so-called knife-maker is actually a white fur!

An old demon!

But Lin Lilong was not surprised, obviously not the first time he has been here.

"Twenty years have passed, did Fellow Daoist Lin come to repay the knife?"

The knife man opened his mouth.

The voice is old but not bad. Instead, it is filled with the desolate air of time, as if an old monk who has seen through the world is reciting scriptures devoutly.

"Twenty years ago, Lin Lilong achieved his achievements today, thanks to his seniors' guidance."

Lin Lilong slowly stood up, flipped his hand, and an ordinary short knife floated towards the knife credit man like a piece of paper: "I once said that when the divine body first came down the mountain, I came back to return the knife. Today, it's time."

Sneak ~

The short sword fell to the ground and all fell to the handle.

The man who credited the knife nodded: "Everyone gets what he needs, but he doesn't have to thank me."

"call!"

Lin Lilong slowly let out a breath and said: "I'll come today. One is to return the knife, and the other is to ask for another knife."

"You and I have only one sword."

The man who credited the knife shook his head and refused directly.

"senior?"

Lin Lilong frowned slightly and took out a small green bottle from Qiankun bag: "This is a bottle of top-notch Wanfa Pill, among which three pills..."

"It's not a problem with elixir."

The man who made the knife still shook his head: "The rules in our school are that the knife does not take anything outside the body. The elixirs in Wanfalou are naturally the best, but they are not enough to make me an exception."

The Xiedao Sect is based in Dongzhou and the world, and it depends on one thing that does not compete for, no matter what resources, magic weapons, and any disciples.

Even if you give a knife to someone with credit, you never charge anything.

"Senior know what I'm asking for?"

Lin Lilong's eyes were slightly condensed.

It is hard to ask about the secrets of heaven. There are not many sects and holy places that can be deduced. Although there are Wanfa Tower, it is not something he can urge.

"Know."

The man who credited the knife nodded: "You want to ask for the secrets of the King's Terrace."

"Do you know, senior?"

Lin Lilong focused slightly and looked at the knife-maker in front of him.

"The Kings' Platform..."

The man who credited the knife said it, nodded, and shook his head again: "I know its origin but I don't know its secret. Even if you ask for it, I can't help you."

"Senior, don't know?" Lin Lilong was a little suspicious.

"Even if it is the ancient Saint Emperor Tianzun, you cannot know everything, let alone me?"

The man who credited the knife smiled, and the fur on his face was blown by the wind.

"Senior, since he doesn't agree to me, why do you still want to see me?"

Lin Lilong didn't know if the knife-crediter in front of him was lying to him, but he had no choice.

This man who has a knife-maker's cultivation is unfathomable, at least he is at the level of all things. He is no match for him at all. Moreover, even if he has achieved all things, he may not dare to take action.

There are many masters who fell into the hands of this knife-maker.

"If you don't see you, you will not leave. You are waiting outside the bamboo forest. Finally, you may have to break in. If that's the case, why don't I see you?"

The man with a knife had a deep look, and Lin Lilong felt a little cold in his heart.

"in this way......"

Lin Lilong bowed and said, "I'll say goodbye."

Of course, he would not beg hard, bow his hand, put down the All-Da Pill, and then turn around and leave.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, stay there."

Lin Lilong was about to leave, but the knife-maker called him.

Lin Lilong raised his eyebrows: "What else does senior do?"

"Fellow Daoist Lin has a peerless talent. There are not many people who can be better than you in 20,000 years in Dongzhou..."

The man who credited the knife stared at Lin Lilong and spoke lightly:

"You have gained a lot, and the inheritance of Wanfa Tower is enough for you to practice. Why do you have to ask for more? If you have great ambitions, you might as well practice in the mountains for two thousand years."

"Um?"

Lin Lilong didn't expect him to say this, but then he reacted and his face suddenly became solemn: "Senior, are you saying, I'm going to the Royal Palace..."

The man with the credit knife drooped his eyelids, covering his eyes: "I didn't say anything."

Lin Lilong thought in his heart. After a long time of stopping, he bowed and retreated.

He vaguely guessed what the knife-maker wanted to say.

Huh ~

Lin Qinglong left, and the bamboo forest returned to peace.

The knife-maker looked at Bai Jue sitting near the stream not far away: "Why don't you play the piano?"

The white hair was taller and taller.

He listened to the question from the knife-maker, and couldn't help but speak: "Old ancestor, what is the king's platform?"

"Oh the king's platform, it is a cemetery, a cemetery that buried you..."

The knife-maker's eyes were faint, as if he was thinking about something:

"That happened a long time ago. After becoming enlightened, the man traveled all over the world, starry sea, and buried all the corpses of his enemies in a place. Later generations called him the King's Terrace..."
To be continued...