Chapter 8: Reluctant.

Xuanhua lowered his head and glanced at him, with a rare warmth in his eyes: "I'seen' my future apprentice will appear there, so I'm here... The first time I see you, I know you. Will become my only disciple."
The voice of his last sentence was very soft, so light that it was covered by the noise of the noisy wind just as he spoke, just like the truth under the heavy snow.
Lin Zhizhi nodded. Although the answer was a little bit ridiculous, he still believed it—the cultivator was not a mortal after all, and the techniques of the Tianyin Sect were said to be able to fortune the future. The Dao Venerable whose cultivation base has already transcended the realm can see an unknown piece of fragments, and come to it, which is also an acceptable explanation.
Seeing that Lin Zhizhi no longer intends to continue to ask questions. After completing the "question and apprenticeship" session that he heard, Master Dao Zun was satisfied and did not want to waste time on the road. With a thought, the sword immediately accelerated countless times. Times the speed. Even if Sword Sect Luo Xian was tens of thousands of miles away from the Lin family, it was just a flick of a finger for him.
Luoxian Sword Sect has countless spiritual mountains, and the main peak is Huafeng Mountain, which has the most aura. A huge spirit sword was inserted horizontally in front of the sect-unlike the divine sword in the hearts of ordinary people, this sword was not perfect. It can even be said that it is the exact opposite of the word perfect. The sword body is scarred and broken, full of traces of the battle, but it is such a broken sword that makes all those who come to Luoxian Sword Sect respect.
Pay tribute to this sword about killing and guarding and this long-standing sect.
Because thousands of years ago, the magical way was prosperous, and the upper realm demon Canglun tore through the cracks in the space and descended on the world, opening a age that lasted for ten years.
The demon Cang Lun is a young casual repairer, handsome in appearance and powerful aura. He has a warm red dress and a blazing knife. His personality is domineering and arrogant. It is just the young and unwilling spring breeze. He is outstanding in talent but admires freedom. Although many sect predecessors value his talent and offer him invitations, he refuses them all, wandering between the world and the world alone, making friends with the world's heroes.
During that time, Canglun robbed all the brilliance of all contemporary geniuses, dazzling, no one could keep pace with them, attracting a crowd of men and women to admire them. As a result, when his wings were plump and his fangs were exposed, the entire cultivation world was in shock and turmoil.
The blazing sword of the most virgin and yang has turned into a vicious and vicious spirit-devouring knife. Under the blade, the spirits and souls are lost, and they will never be superlative.
Seeing the arrogant and arrogant leadership of Demon Cultivation in Canglun, which drew the souls of the cultivation world, the ancestors of Luoxian Sword Sect at the time stepped forward to unite the powers of the various factions, using their own destiny spirit sword as a matchmaker and their own lifelong spiritual power as a prayer. Inspiring the Thunder God to punish, and finally paid a great price, which prevented Canglun from rampant, after the millennium peace agreement was made.
Canglun’s hatred and silence disappeared without a trace in the world; all the powers of all factions were exhausted, and they fell one by one, leaving only the life spirit sword of the ancestor of Luoxian Jianzong, which was also scarred and nailed into the sect. The cruel battle that almost destroyed the world, reminds future generations to remember this battle and act cautiously, and it is even more difficult to forget the sigh of the ancestor before he died-he will return after a thousand years.
Today, it has been nearly a thousand years.
After walking through the spirit sword and officially entering the Luoxian Sword Sect, you will find that the sect is full of aura, birds and flowers, and a wonderland for thousands of years. The secular climate change cannot affect this place. If a mortal breathes the air here, he can live longer for ten years without saying a word.
Xuanhua's palace is above the main peak of Luoxian Sword Sect. But unlike the others, there are no other elders who like to plant spiritual flowers and grasses. The outside of his temple is just a white snow, with endless eyesight.
But Lin Zhizhi was overjoyed-in order to suppress the charm body, he needs to improve his cultivation progress. Although this palace is too cold for others, it fits him right now.
Xuanhua seemed to see his feelings, and rarely took the initiative to ask: "Do you like this place?"
The boy nodded vigorously: "Well, it's quiet."
Master Luo Xian Jianzong had been complaining about the palace's utterly indifferent Dao Zun and nodded in satisfaction.
#小徒弟的品味真好#
It's just that when Lin Zhizhi walked back and forth on this snowy peak, especially after seeing the iconic giant spirit sword, he turned around and asked Xuanhua excitedly: "Master, this is the Sword Sect Luo Xian?"
"……Yep."
After Xuanhua answered in the affirmative, Lin Zhizhi took a deep breath. Since he was a child, he has longed for the sword repair group of Luoxian Sword Sect, thinking about how to join in the future. Although he is not a disciple of the Sword Sect Luo Immortal now, following Xuan Hua, he can be regarded as fulfilling his dream.
Seeing Lin Zhizhi who reacted more violently to Luoxian Sword Sect than his own palace, Xuanhua's good mood just went dark.
#……The taste of the little apprentice is not good at all! #
People who usually make Xuanhua black face, Xuanhua will generally choose to let the other's life go dark. But looking at Lin Zhizhi who was still excited, Ziyi Dao Zun realized the feeling of "reluctant to start" for the first time, and finally flicked his long sleeves and walked straight to the palace gate alone.
Lin Zhizhi was still observing the surrounding environment of Sword Sect Luo Xian with a little surprise, and didn't notice that his cheap master had already sinked jealously. When it was discovered, Xuanhua's figure had disappeared.
He looked back at the Sword Sect Luo Xian behind him with some dismay, then turned and chased the master's back.
But when Lin Zhizhi just walked into the palace door and was about to touch the corner of his clothes, he suddenly changed at that moment, and his whole body became cold. In the blink of an eye, he was actually in a piece of ice and snow.
Lin Zhizhi only felt cold all over his body, and he couldn't open his eyes by the cold wind with ice particles. There was a frost demon in this place, so cold that the gas he exhaled from opening his mouth was condensed into white mist, forcing him to release his body protection aura.
But the rapidly intensifying air-conditioning caused the young master of the Lin family, who was still in the refining period, to tremble, like a little squirrel coming out for food during the winter, but strayed into the snow storm.
Looking at this little squirrel, he was about to be scraped into a white skeleton by the freezing wind, and a pair of powerful hands wrapped around his waist-when the black-haired boy became conscious again, he had already soaked in a hot spring Among.
This pool of water was obviously not a common product. Lin Zhizhi had just been thrown in for a while before he recovered his spiritual consciousness, and there was a warm current between his body and meridians.
He opened his eyes and saw Master Master standing by the pool, looking at him with embarrassment and sudden realization. Seeing that Lin Zhizhi woke up, Xuanhua knelt down, narrowed the distance with the little apprentice, and sighed in an indescribable tone: "So you are so weak..."
Lin Zhizhi, a little dizzy with the blisters: "..."
As the Heavenly Spiritual Root, I have been practicing for more than ten years before reaching other Muggles and using the eleventh level of Qi training that I can't reach for a lifetime.
Xuanhua didn’t care about Lin Zhizhi’s expression, but with a bit of annoyance, he reached out and poked the little apprentice’s red cheek that was steamed by the pool water:
I used the first-level Xuanshuang Road before, if you can survive the first wave. The cold wave is good for you..."
When he said this, he paused and continued: "But you didn't. That's right, the aura inside is a bit too much for you."
Xuan Shuang Lu's name is known from the origin of Young Master Lin's family.
It is said that building a foundation here can enhance the chance of building a foundation, and to a certain extent, it can resist the chance of the demons entering the brain.
In other words, Xuanshuang Road is far from what a cultivator in the refining period can bear.
But even if he knew this fact, Lin Zhizhi, who was called "weak" by his master, was still not convinced. The young man was angry, he propped up his body, raised his head and said to Xuanhua: "Let me go again Master, I was not prepared just now."
The hot spring pool water had only slightly soaked the boy's chest and wet his clothes. Lin Zhizhi moved so suddenly, the hair on his forehead stuck together one by one, up and down following his breath. The skin that had been pale from being shaved by the cold air before was gradually rosy because of the warm water. The wet clothes hung on his body, and the white skin was looming. At this time, the young man's eyes were full of stubbornness.
If it is placed in front of ordinary people, I am afraid that I will rush forward uncontrollably, trying to make this young man completely surrender to himself. Although Master Dao Zun is cold-hearted, he can't help frowning when he sees this vivid scene.
This little apprentice of my own family is a bit too attractive sometimes. There are a lot of people who like men's style now, but in the future, they must protect them tightly to prevent Lin Zhizhi from being abducted by others.
Seeing Xuanhua not speaking, Lin Zhizhi repeated his determination again, but because the bottom of the pool was too slippery, he almost fell.
Xuanhua kept looking at him, then stretched out her hand to help. He only felt that the touch was delicate and smooth, and he couldn't help but feel a little sway in his heart. Master Dao Zun retracted his hand and settled down: "No, it's because I didn't think well. When you get used to the cold, try again."
It is not someone else who is staying in this water. He is the first and only little apprentice destined to be in his life. Take good care of him.
Lin Zhizhi was still reluctant, still thinking about trying again. But looking at the emotions in Xuanhua's eyes, he realized that he was indeed not able to succeed at this time-Young Master Lin, who had never experienced failure, secretly made up his mind to cross Xuanshuang Road in time.
Xuanhua went under the water and came to Lin Zhizhi, looking at the delicate profile of the young man beside him, and asked faintly: "I treated you this way, do you regret worshipping me as a teacher?"
Lin Zhizhi, who can still make up for himself in two days and be able to travel all over Xuanshuang Road to conquer Master(?), was stunned. He bit his lip and glanced at the favorability level on Xuanhua's head【favorability index 87]-Hey, this time the effort actually increased by two points-looking down, Xuanhua's deep eyes.
This is Dao Zun... a real, living legend.
A legendary figure who slashed the world with one sword.
Now that he was in the same pool with him, Lin Zhizhi calmed down and thought about it now that he was a little excited. He sat down, let the pool water just soak his chin, and blew hard to see the water in front of him swaying ripples, shaking his head somewhat shyly: "The journey of cultivation is always rough. My monk, Ben There should be this kind of consciousness."
After hearing Lin Zhizhi's words, Xuanhua nodded with no expression and continued: "You are my first apprentice and the weakest immortal cultivator I have ever seen...so, I don't know how to teach you."
Weak baby Lin Zhizhi: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻Master, you are too honest! Are you here to show off or to beat people?! Of course he is only a teenager with those who have practiced for hundreds of thousands of years The old monster has nothing to do with good! He is a good young boy!
Xuanhua retracted his gaze: "Even now, I haven't figured out how to teach you."
"How did Master cultivate?" Lin Zhizhi.
Xuanhua did not answer.
Dao Zun Xuanhua, to be precise, had not practiced steadily. In the barbaric age, he began to host most of the school as a single person, and most of his cultivation was promoted between battle and blood. Severe injuries are commonplace, and the pain is unbearable from the beginning to normal.
This is also the way Moxiu trains his disciples, and the one who can survive the battle must be the strongest.
But even though he knew that this was the fastest way to upgrade, he didn't want Lin Zhizhi to experience this.
The reason is simple, because of reluctance.
Master Dao Zun pondered for a moment, then turned over and turned to the side of the pool, his spiritual energy evaporated, and the remaining moisture on his clothes was not stained with dust: "Come with me."
Lin Zhizhi was a little puzzled, but he still obeyed Xuanhua's words and walked out of the pool. Xuanhua's palm lightly flicked a finger on the black-haired boy's wet clothes, and Lin Zhizhi's clothes were also dry.
He walked forward and said to the little apprentice who was following his steps: "I will teach you some basic swordsmanship. You remember to practice harder every day. As for the internal strength of the Qi training stage, you will go to the outer door of Jianzong to learn. With your talents It’s not difficult to reach the foundation."
Lin Zhizhi nodded.
At this time, he has regrets in his heart, but more excitement.
Unfortunately, I can’t immediately follow Xuanhua’s practice. The excitement is that I’m about to learn the master’s sword technique—the basic sword technique of Dao Zun. Can it be called the basic sword technique? ! That is called the God's Swordsmanship!