Yi Lin listened to half of the lecture and felt that it was almost done. She took advantage of the darkness and left quietly in the middle of the lecture.
By chance, Yi Lin happened to pass by the Mission Garden, and she felt a current of air inside, hovering high in the sky, like an angry dragon, which was very scary.
This situation is like a ram sitting carefree in the yard, glaring at Yi Lin and saying: Come here!
Yi Lin was speechless. The two elders of Gongyang only had two bottles of purple bamboo brew left in stock. There was no need to mess with them at this time... Let's talk about it next time. Forget it this time.
…
In fact, Yi Lin doesn't care whether Jian Nanchun sleeps or not and whether Chao Rushuang sleeps or not.
But taking this opportunity, Yi Lin planned to go down the mountain and return to Qingniu Village to see how her parents were doing.
If possible, he even wanted to bring his parents to Fairy Mountain for their retirement.
The climate here is pleasant and the spiritual energy is abundant. Even ordinary people can live a long life without any illness or pain if they don't practice light and pestle here.
During the day, he is Lin Yi, a studious disciple and the legendary favorite of all the elders.
At night, he went deep into the center and worked tirelessly above the spiritual sea to carry out a huge project called "Building the Throne".
Although the progress of this huge project is slow, it is beginning to take shape.
Under Green's guidance, Yi Lin really worked on that thing.
But in the spiritual world, Green sneered at Yi Lin's excitement and curled up his middle finger with his wings to express his disdain.
"You are such a rag and you dare to let it out. When I woke up, I accidentally sneezed and sneezed away... You are far behind."
Yi Lin wanted to say "go away" at that time.
How can the knowledge of humans and bats be generalized?
In this regard, Yi Lin reserves his opinion and will not make any comments.
…
The days are boring but fulfilling.
Ever since I mentioned Jiannanchun that day,
Yi Lin never met Brother Jian on the road again.
Perhaps because the fate had not come, or perhaps Yi Lin was too busy, Jian Nanchun did not catch the person.
Half a year, for a monk, may really be regarded as fleeting in the blink of an eye.
soon.
It’s the twelfth lunar month that we agreed with Jiannanchun.
Yi Lin took advantage of the sword-making elder to go out that day, and spent some of the low-grade spiritual stones that registered disciples could receive every month to rent a weapon-refining furnace. With a call of both hands, she poured weak spiritual energy into the formation on the furnace, and skillfully
Turn on the stove.
Yi Lin has a high level of understanding, but after a few blasts due to bad luck, Yi Lin finally succeeded in refining a mediocre little magic weapon.
This made Hua Wuyu, the swordsmithing elder who hurried back from outside after getting the news, heaved a sigh of relief and at the same time praised Yi Lin fiercely and said that the named disciple Lin Yi had completely understood the essence of weapon refining and could leave the army without having to do it.
Come again.
"Please don't come here again!" Hua Wuyu probably meant this.
He seemed to be frightened.
The elder of Zhujian Mountain, Hua Wuyu, has been the elder of Zhujian Mountain for thirty-six years. He has never seen a disciple who can explode like this.
I really don’t know what Chen Bei sees in him.
Fortunately, this disciple was registered, and he was not only thinking about his Sword Making Mountain, but he would have to leave one day. Every time the Sword Making Elder thought about this, he tolerated it without getting angry.
Yi Lin had just hid the dozens of "advanced remote-controlled grenades" she had made, and was riding Xiaoqing around the fairy island, thinking about which mountain gate to visit next. Unexpectedly, she was killed by Chen Bei on the way.
Blocked.
Look, this clearly shows the difference between Chen Bei and Jian Nanchun.
They both blocked Lin Yi, Jian Nanchun Ku Lin Yi had been there for a long time, but Chen Bei blocked it all at once.
"follow me."
Chen Bei didn't say anything more. He rode the crane and took Yi Lin directly to Wenjian Mountain.
Wenjian Mountain has sword tombs inside. The sword tombs are filled with flying swords, some intact and some dilapidated.
Yi Lin knows this place, he comes here often.
This is the place where inner disciples find their natal flying sword.
But why isn't this place called "Xunjian Mountain", "Qiujian Mountain", "Jianna Mountain", "Jiangshan Mountain" and other names, but the word "ask" is used instead?
Among them, it is said that he is very knowledgeable.
When the two were preparing to land.
Yi Lin stared at Chen Bei's stooped back and pale hair, and couldn't help but sigh.
"I said, Lao Chen, today is a special day. Are you finally giving up pretending and going to show off your cards?"
"..."
Chen Bei had just stepped off the crane with one leg. Hearing these words, he almost lost his balance and stumbled towards the crane's wings. Chen Bei held it in for a while. He was familiar with Yi Lin and knew that he could not fight with the saucy words.
Lin Yi could only say one word silently: "...Get out."
After he took a few steps, Yi Lin pointed to another path: "Old Chen, the way up the mountain should be this way."
"..."
Don't blame Chen Bei, he has been in the handyman class for sixty years, times have changed.
Chen Bei did not deliberately use spiritual scanning. Perhaps these years have made him no longer have this habit.
The two came to the mountainside.
Nie Shanhe has been waiting here for a long time at the bluestone path and entrance to the Sword Tomb.
"Uncle Master."
"puff."
When Yi Lin heard what Nie Shanhe called Chen Bei, she almost choked on her saliva.
Later, although he had already guessed that Chen Bei had some status in Tianjian Sect, he was at the level of an elder at most. He did not think about the head of the clan, because Jian Nanchun had already told the elders in Yilin Sect
Jian Nanchun told Yi Lin very clearly that the current leader is a woman and does not accept male disciples.
Chen Bei has been role-playing and pretending to be a handyman in the handyman class for sixty years, but even when he looked horizontally or vertically, he didn't look like a woman.
Nie Shanhe is already an "elder" in the sect, and all the elders under the sect leader are of the same rank.
There was a bit of surprise on Yi Lin's face. He looked at Chen Bei and asked directly without any scruples: "Old Chen, who are you?"
"Hey, I am the current leader..."
"?"
"Senior brother of...!"
Yi Lin was stunned: "Where is the position?"
"Hmph, do you think I, Chen Bei, would care about that mere status?"
Yi Lin suddenly realized it and blurted out: "It turns out that you are old because of your seniority!"
"..."
Nie Shanhe suddenly felt the urge to stab the beast to death with a sword.
The tenacity of his sword that he had tempered for hundreds of years actually fluctuated due to this.
"call……"
Nie Shanhe breathed a sigh of relief, his face as calm as a mirror. He closed and opened his eyes, looked at Yi Lin, and said softly: "My uncle was recognized as the number one genius in the sect back then, and no one else could."
Get out of the way."
The implication is that Chen Bei is not relying on his seniority, but because he is really awesome.
"Hey, it's an old story, but I'm old now." Chen Bei waved his hand and smiled, but Nie Shanhe's words still made him feel comfortable: "Xiao Lin, you will be going down the mountain in a few days. Although you are doing formations and refining elixirs,
Weapon refining, hexagram skills, beast taming..." After talking for a while, Chen Bei felt that the list was too much, and he felt inexplicably depressed. He paused for a moment and continued: "Ahem...waiting for the small and talented among many sects.
, but my own cultivation is shallow, and if I encounter a disciple of the Demon Sect or a cruel monster with advanced cultivation, I will most likely die an unexpected death."
"So, for the sake of those three pots of purple bamboo brew, I will give you a chance, Lao Chen. As for what sword you can ask for, it all depends on your understanding and luck."
"There are five pots in total." Yi Lin stretched out a hand to correct Chen Bei's mathematical mistakes. After thinking for a while, he said: "I don't have the status of an inner disciple, so I got the flying sword of my life. Does anyone else know it?"
Do you have any opinions?"
"Who dares to have an opinion?" Chen Bei's nostrils dilated and he breathed out two breaths of confidence: "Besides, if Xiaohe doesn't say it, I don't say it, and if you don't say it, who knows? Alas, stop whining and hurry in! You only have ten
Heavenly Kungfu, once the time is up, no matter whether you have found your natal flying sword or not, you must leave the sword tomb and not stay. Many inner disciples are waiting in line!"
Upon hearing this, Yi Lin's expression was slightly startled: "Ten days?" He stared at the dark doorway, which was made of stone bricks like a tomb. There was no light coming from the "Sword Tomb". Yi Lin was a little unsure.
Asked again: "Are you sure...this will take ten days?"