He didn't know how long he had been in coma for, but Linghu Heng slowly woke up. His head was still groggy and hurt when he shook it. Maybe this was due to the excessive use of eye skills! Linghu Heng covered his head and struggled to sit up.
, I found myself lying in a bamboo house in the green bamboo forest. It was already night, and there was no one in the bamboo house. There was only a candle swaying in the wind, giving off a huge candlelight.
When he saw the "Bi Yue" fairy sword placed not far away, Linghu Heng slowly remembered what happened before. He quickly picked up the "Bi Yue" fairy sword and examined it carefully, fearing that there was any damage. But "Bi Yue"
The fairy sword was gleaming and clear, and there was not even a small chip in it. How could it be damaged? After seeing that his fairy sword was fine, Linghu Heng was relieved.
"Goo!"
It turned out that his stomach was protesting. Linghu Heng struggled to the window and shouted: "Big guy, big guy!"
"Coming, coming!" Wu Zhen responded and came in with a bowl of millet porridge. He said happily: "Junior brother, you are finally awake! Come on, have a bowl of porridge while it is hot. It has just been cooked.
of!"
Linghu Heng took the bowl, and sure enough, the porridge was still steaming with steam, and he could smell a vague bitter taste. But Linghu Heng was so hungry at this time, how could he care so much? He only saw three times five divided by two,
He drank up a bowl of millet porridge. Wu Zhen said from the side: "Eat slowly. If it's not enough, there's still more in the kitchen."
After Linghu Heng finished drinking, he gave the empty bowl to Wu Zhen and asked, "How long have I been lying here?"
Wu Zhen said: "You have been lying down for eight days, and the sword fight is over. I saw that you haven't woken up, and I was almost anxious to death. But the master said that you would wake up tonight, so I started to make porridge and cooked some rice.
There are a lot of nourishing herbs! Master is really clever, junior brother, you really woke up!"
Linghu Heng listened and thought about it carefully. Sure enough, there was still a lot of fragrance of medicinal herbs left in his mouth and tongue, but he ate too quickly and didn't have time to taste it. Hearing what Wu Zhen said, Linghu Heng said with a little disbelief:
"Old Taoist priests just like to pretend to be gods and ghosts. Do you believe this? By the way, the sword competition is over. How was the result of your competition?"
Wu Zhen said embarrassedly: "I was not strong enough and could only make it to the tenth round. I was defeated by Zhuang Zhiming from Zixiaxuan in just a few encounters. He is really powerful. His cultivation has probably entered the Nascent Soul stage."
, it’s hard for me to be undefeated at this level of cultivation!”
Linghu Heng was slightly disappointed, but thinking that Wu Zhen could break into the top eight was beyond everyone's expectations. Thinking that Wu Zhen should have a share of those rewards, Linghu Heng asked again: "
Then what reward did you get? You won't tell me, is it the Sword Control Technique for Conquering Demons?"
Wu Zhen scratched his head and said: "There is no sword control technique anywhere, it's just an inconspicuous elixir. Master said that relying on elixirs to improve your cultivation, although it is beneficial for a while, is not a long-term solution. So he didn't let me
Take that pill."
Linghu Heng snorted: "I'm afraid the old Taoist priest took it and swallowed it himself!"
Wu Zhen said: "Master, why do you do this? He says it's useless, why do you have to eat it?"
Linghu Heng knew that he was a nanmu-headed person, and even ten cows couldn't pull him back from what he was looking for, so he didn't say much, and just said: "Knowing people, knowing faces, but not knowing the heart! By the way, how is the Zhao Xuanqi who competed with me?"
Wu Zhen said with shock and admiration: "Speaking of this, junior brother, you are really too strong. Not only was Zhao Xuanqi's sword destroyed, his cultivation level also dropped by more than one level, and he is still unconscious now! Junior brother
, how did you do it? Zhao Xuanqi’s cultivation level is not low, if he had seriously fought me, I was not even sure I could beat him!"
Linghu Heng himself was confused and could only laugh and said: "Well, it's just good luck!"
Wu Zhen was a little worried at the moment: "But, you don't know, he is a disciple of Ke Jiju. The elder of Ke Jiju happens to be the law enforcement elder. His disciple was injured by you. According to his temperament, I am afraid you will be punished by him.
What a tragedy! I heard from everyone that he may deal with you according to the sect rules, junior brother, you have to be careful!"
Linghu Heng was a little disdainful and said nonchalantly: "Whatever! If you have any dirty tricks, just come up with them, I will follow them!"
Although Wu Zhen was honest and honest, he was not stupid either. He knew that dueling privately was against the rules of the sect. It could be as simple as facing the wall for several years, or as serious as abandoning his cultivation and being kicked out of the door. No matter which one he did, it was unacceptable according to Linghu Heng's temperament.
He will compromise, but his arms can't twist his thighs, and the outcome is predictable!
Wu Zhen said: "Master has been busy interceding for you these days and has been missing all day. Junior brother, look at how good Master is to you!"
Linghu Heng said nonchalantly: "He went sightseeing, right? To intercede for me, what would he do to lower his status?"
Wu Zhen shook his head and said: "No, the master has indeed interceded for you. Junior brother, you have a good rest. Tomorrow the master will take you to the Ancient Sword Hall to meet the head master. Don't worry, the master is here, you can
It’ll be fine for sure!”
Linghu Heng still looked nonchalant. Wu Zhen knew that it was useless to say more, so he went out with the empty bowl and closed the door behind him. But Linghu Heng thought in his heart: "The old Taoist priest treated me well, after all.
Well, let’s listen to what he says tomorrow, so as not to make things difficult for him.” After making up his mind, Linghu Heng sat on the bed and crossed his legs, recovering his spiritual power.
In the early morning of the next day, Linghu Heng's luck slowly returned to his Dantian. After opening his eyes, he felt much better. Although his spiritual power had not been fully recovered, it was 80% recovered. As long as he no longer had any luck, it should be fine. This was also
Thanks to the fact that he injected almost all of his spiritual power into his pupils during his usual practice, when the power of his pupils exploded, the cultivated spiritual power protected Linghu Heng's body. Otherwise, he would have had nine lives to meet the King of Hell.
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After breakfast, the Taoist Master of Silence picked up the Sword Control Technique and flew to the main hall with Linghu Heng. On the flying sword, the Taoist Master of Silence said, "Wait a minute, don't say anything."
Linghu Heng was stunned and asked in confusion: "Why?"
The Taoist Taoist of Silence raised his head slightly and stared at the last disciple he had accepted. Unknowingly, in five years, the arrogant little boy had grown taller than him. He patted Linghu Heng or smiled slightly.
Showing his thin shoulders, he said: "Justice lies in the heart of the people."
Linghu Heng was startled and began to think about the old Taoist priest's words. While thinking about it, he realized that the main hall had arrived. Taoist Taoist Silence activated the sword technique, and the fairy sword slowly descended. After his feet landed on the ground, the old Taoist priest held Linghu Heng's hand and walked in
Enter the main hall.
In the main hall, in addition to the old man who Linghu Heng knew from the headmaster Yang Xianyang and who was choosing his disciples, there were five unknown old men. One of them looked at Linghu Heng angrily, his eyes full of anger, as if he was tolerant.
He couldn't help but want to eat Linghu Heng. Linghu Heng said in his heart: "This is some kind of law enforcement elder, you really think of yourself as something!" He immediately glanced at him with disdain, saluted Yang Xianyang and said hello.
Others turned a blind eye and said nothing.
Law enforcement elder Fan Ziqian was even more furious when he saw Linghu Heng being so rude to him, but he just snorted and said nothing.
Yang Xianyang naturally noticed these small movements one by one and said with a smile: "Senior nephew Linghu, is your injury feeling better?"
Linghu Heng said: "This disciple is fine. Thank you for your concern, Master. But that person's injury will be more serious!"
We are all old men here, how can we not hear the criticism in Linghu Heng’s words? Fan Ziqian couldn’t bear it anymore and shouted: “Linghu Heng, what do you mean by this?!”
Linghu Heng felt very happy when he saw Fan Ziqian croaking in anger. He had long forgotten the Taoist's advice to keep silent. He immediately said with a smile: "I don't know whether this is a senior uncle or a senior uncle. I am young.
You are young and ignorant, but you speak outspokenly and heartily, so don’t be offended.”
Seeing that the two of them were about to argue, Yang Xianzhang waved his fly whisk and said: "Senior nephew Linghu, Pindao is looking for you today just for one thing. If you answer truthfully, there will be no need for any more verbal quarrels."
Linghu Hengxin said: "It really happened on that day. Hum, it will come when it is supposed to come. What are you afraid of!" He immediately said: "Master, you can ask."
Yang Xianyang said: "During the sword meeting, you had a private duel with the self-denying Zhao Xuanqi and the nephew Zhao. Both of you were injured. Pindao and several elders have checked your injuries. You should be fine, but the nephew Zhao is still unconscious.
Wake up, the Immortal Sword has also been destroyed into shape. According to your cultivation level, you should not have this ability. Can you tell Pindao that this was done by you, or was someone else doing it secretly? "
Linghu Heng didn't hide anything at the moment and said: "There was no one else present during the competition that day. It should have been the disciples!"
Fan Ziqian couldn't help but interject: "Then how did you hurt Xuanqi?"
Linghu Heng rolled his eyes at him and said, "I said I don't know, what can you do to me?"
Fan Ziqian was furious and said: "You, you, you are a child who cannot be taught!"
Seeing that the two of them had a disagreement, fearing that the dispute would start again, Taoist Taoist Taoist No longer kept silent at this time, stood up and said: "Elder brother, I am not strict in my teaching, I am willing to take the punishment on my behalf."
Linghu Heng was stunned. He didn't expect that the old Taoist priest would actually do this. Thinking of the old Taoist priest running around begging for mercy for this matter, he felt very grateful. He immediately raised his head and said: "A man is responsible for his own work. If you punish me, I will accept it."
, but we cannot harm the old Taoist priest!"
Yang Xian Yang waved his hand and said: "It's not a question of whether to punish or not, but whether you recognize your mistake, Master Nephew Linghu. Fellow disciples should encourage each other and make progress together, instead of facing each other with swords, life and death. My ancient sword
The sect has always been about upholding righteousness, promoting righteousness, and working for the righteous path forever, rather than fighting with each other. Even if you are fighting with each other, you can't kill someone, do you understand?" Yang Xianyang's tone was gentle, and his face was still kind, which made people feel comfortable.
An irresistible aura.
Linghu Heng was still unconvinced and said, "But he has bullied me right to the doorstep. Do I still have to swallow my anger?"
Fan Ziqian said angrily: "You bastard! The leader taught you so hard, but you didn't even listen to the slightest bit!"
Yang Xianyang flicked the fly whisk again, and still smiled and said: "Master Nephew Linghu, maybe you are still young, and you can't understand these problems at the moment, but I believe that you will understand one day. There is a cliff on the mountain behind our sect.
The cliff called "Thinking about Guo" is a good place for self-cultivation. Starting from tomorrow, you will go there to face the wall for three years, practicing your own magic while thinking about your actions. Do you know?"
Linghu Hengxin said: "Huh, don't you want to punish me?" He didn't say anything immediately, turned around, and walked out of the main hall, leaving Fan Ziqian, who was fuming but didn't know where to vent his anger, standing there, shaking.
He was shaking, obviously angry.
Taoist Taoist Silence said goodbye, chased him out, held Linghu Heng's shoulders from behind, and whispered, "You don't accept it?"
Linghu Heng didn't say anything and just snorted coldly in reply.
The Taoist Taoist of Silence said no more, and flew to the Green Bamboo Forest with his fairy sword. When he returned to the Green Bamboo Forest, Linghu Heng said angrily: "Why didn't you speak for me just now? Why should I face the wall? Then why didn't Zhao Xuanqi
Go face the wall!”
Taoist Taoist Taoist Silence sat opposite Linghu Heng, looking at the disciple he cultivated with all his heart, and said slowly: "If you hadn't defeated Zhao Xuanqi, the head brother would not have let you face the wall for three years."
Linghu Heng was stunned and asked: "What did you say? What's the truth!"
The Taoist Taoist of Silence said: "You will understand the truth after you go there. If you are still dissatisfied, I will report to the leader at any time and send you down the mountain."
Linghu Hengxin said: "That's fine, let's go and have a look!"
At this time, Wu Zhen pushed the door open and walked in, saying: "Master, lunch has been prepared." Taoist Taoist Taoist Silence nodded. Wu Zhen looked at Linghu Heng who was standing aside and asked: "What's going on with junior brother?"
How are you doing?"
Linghu Heng came back to his senses and sneered: "The master uncle asked me to face the wall for three years."
Wu Zhen was stunned and said in a loss of voice: "Are you talking about the 'thinking over' cliff? Isn't that the place where the most outstanding mental moves of our sect are recorded? It is said that the masters of all generations will go there to understand the way of heaven! It turns out that the master master
Where did I want my junior brother to go? I have been worried all morning in vain!"
Linghu Heng's heart skipped a beat, and he already understood the master's intention, but he was still a little unhappy: "These old Taoist priests will make secrets, and they will go around in such a big circle when they clearly say no!"
But Wu Zhen was also a little frustrated and said: "But I won't be able to see you for three years, junior brother, and you won't be able to eat the food I cook."
The Taoist Taoist said: "No, from now on you will bring him food twice a day and some water."
Wu Zhen suddenly smiled and said, "That's great, I can see my junior brother every day!"
Linghu Heng was also amused by him and said, "You have to bring me food on time, otherwise I will starve to death."
Wu Zhen smiled naively and said: "Don't worry, junior brother, I will prepare delicious food for you every day!"
Early the next morning, Linghu Heng packed up several pieces of clothes and the "Blue Moon" fairy sword, and followed Taoist Taoist Silence to the cliff of the back mountain. The cliff towered into the clouds, and there was a small thatched hut next to it. Taoist Taoist Silence asked Ling to
Hu Heng put the things in the hut and said: "You will live here from now on." Linghu Heng nodded, Wu Zhen took Linghu Heng's hand and said: "Junior brother, you should practice well here, be careful
Body, I will deliver food to you on time!" After that, he also left a bag of dry food and a bottle of water.
After Taoist Taoist Silence and Wu Zhen left, Linghu Heng also began to look at the surrounding environment. He saw luxuriant green grass in front of the cliff, but there was nothing there. There was a bed, a chair, and a table in the hut, except for
There was nothing else. Linghu Heng couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. His temper was so impulsive. It would be really difficult for him to stay here for three years. (To be continued)