Chapter 18: Wanjian Cave.

Seeing Feng Qin sprinting away from the back, Lin Zhizhi didn't intend to stop him.
The black-haired boy glanced at the scattered disciples of the Outer Sect around him, pursed his lips, found a gap and left.
It was the evening, and there were so many disciples coming and going. Lin Zhizhi, Lan Zhen and others were extremely dazzling people—Lan Zhen relied on his family background, Lin Zhizhi relied on his face—they gathered on this entry step to provoke A lot of onlookers came.
Lin Zhizhi's entry was extremely low-key in the outer door of the Luoxian Sword Sect, and he would be alone on weekdays. In addition to the spread of "a new brother with an amazing appearance" in the sect, it did not cause much ripple. But when Feng Qin returned with him, the scene of Feng Qin attacking Lan Zhen in a rage was captured by the disciples. Onlookers who did not know the truth sparked a part of the upsurge of discussion...
#Huh, the birth of a new love triangle? #
#The infamous young master of the Lan family tried to bully the new junior junior, and was afraid to let go of the burned by the junior’s Taoist buddies-eh, this junior is good-looking, I don’t know when I started, is there anyone Know his name#
#It seems the focus is wrong...? Well, no matter, good-looking is good-looking#
These rumors spread among the disciples of the foreign sect, and Lin Zhizhi had not heard of them yet. After cleaning up the porpoise beasts, he returned to find the master with the basic sword tactics he knew he had completely mastered.
Xuanhua sat in front of the water mirror with his chin supported, watching the little apprentice walking towards the palace, but thinking of the little Phoenix’s feelings for Lin Zhizhi in his heart-passing the acquaintance between the two quickly in his mind, Master Dao Zun The lips lightly opened, and the mature view of an adult defined the relationship: the child had a house. He left Feng Qin behind, and let the water mirror magnify the little apprentice’s slender hand. As soon as he turned his thoughts, he recalled how he used the ordinary iron sword bought in the grocery store to clear the guinea pig. It's very disproportionate.
Master Taoist pondered for a moment, cut off the live streaming of the water mirror in time before Lin Zhizhi walked into the palace, and spoke to the little apprentice who was walking towards the entrance: "Come back to the mountain."
Lin Zhizhi came to the back mountain according to his words, Xuanhua was covering his back with his hands, his robe fluttering, and watching the purple bamboo forest in front of him float with the bamboo leaves under the breeze, it made people feel calm.
"Master." Lin Zhizhi stopped at the narrow entrance and called out.
Xuanhua turned her head and raised her hand to signal Lin Zhizhi to come forward: "Have you practiced?"
Xuanhua's words are endless, but Lin Zhizhi knows that his master is asking about basic swordsmanship. He took out the purple bamboo sword from the universe ring and pulled a sword flower: "Well, show master?"
As soon as the Zizhu Sword came out, the Zizhu Forest in front of him seemed alive, making a rustling sound, as if to welcome Lin Zhizhi's return.
Xuanhua's voice was cold: "Has it reached the realm?"
Lin Zhizhi was stunned. Although his heart swelled, he did not dare to boast in front of the master: "The disciples dare not say anything..."
Xuanhua was dissatisfied with his humility: "The journey of cultivating immortals is from the perspective of defying the sky, so what about nonsense?"
Dao Zun walked against the sky all his life, never retreating through nine days of profound thunder, facing difficulties, unyielding to death, relying on a belief that I would give up to others. Certain methods of hiding one's power and biding time by "wood show in the forest will be destroyed by wind and rain" were completely rejected by him-his disciple wanted to be unparalleled in the world!
Lin Zhizhi is actually not the kind of cringing person. As a son of the Lin family, the pride in his heart is more than that of ordinary people-but in the process of his education, Lin Zhizhi, who is familiar with the Confucian classics, urged him to obey. Lin Zhizhi Facing the master who just worshipped, he always had to pretend.
Now hearing what Xuanhua said, the arrogance in his heart was also aroused. Lin Zhizhi shook his wrist. He was about to temper the basic sword art that he had dreamed of in his sleep. Xuanhua reached a finger in front of Zizhu Sword.
"Master...?" Lin Zhizhi was puzzled.
Xuanhua's voice was cold: "This sword is not worthy of you."
Zizhugu has bright sections, but is flexible and restrained, which is not commensurate with Lin Zhizhi. And although the saber I received from the Lin Mansion has been with him for a long time, it is only the rank of mortals—the rank of mortals here does not refer to the rank of rank. It is necessary to know the financial resources of the mansion to find it for his son. In theory, no matter how bad it is, it is a top-grade spiritual weapon. But swords are different from ordinary spirit weapons. From the perspective of sword repair, there is only one type of sword: sword spirit.
Swords that have been born with sword spirits are true god-level spirit swords, and the rest are only good or bad ordinary products. If the sword repair can obtain the sword spirit to recognize the master, the sword of life born in this way can be called a divine sword-the heart moves at will, and the idle cultivator dare not easily provoke it.
Looking at the little apprentice Heiruo’s painted eyes, Xuanhua single-handedly grabbed the Zizhu sword in Lin Zhizhi's hand—he wanted to throw it away, but somehow, he remembered the first time he taught the little apprentice to practice sword— Dao Venerable Master, who was not close to the female sex, had a heart, and simply put the purple bamboo sword into the Universe Ring, and then took the hand of the little apprentice, a white light flashed, and the two figures disappeared in place.
During the whole process, Xuanhua didn't say a word, and swallowed the words he wanted to blurt out in his heart:-"My disciple, deserves the best."
...
At the southwest corner of the Magic Sea World of the Zhongtian Continent, on the top of the mountains, the wind disappeared.
The ling bird flying kite hovered on a high place, calling several times from time to time. The cloud was eager to rain, and the water dipped into smoke, but it became clear when the wind blew.
The mountain view is extremely beautiful, but many monks did not come here specifically for the beauty.
In front of an ordinary cave, a golden dragon roar stayed not far away. There is a tent on the dragon's scorpion, and the corners of the tent are hanging bells. It is vaguely visible that a person is lying on the dragon's scorpion, holding several stunning dancers in his arms, and it is very lively.
On the other side, the man with the appearance of a Taoist priest in a feather hat bowed his head and said nothing. He was surrounded by a young man who looked similar to him, and the two were out of tune with the dragon.
In the distance of them, some scattered little monks gathered together, afraid of the threat of the monks in the Yuan Ying period, and did not dare to speak.
These people did not know how long they waited. A few dark shadows flashed across the sky. Two men and a woman and a few nephews behind them lightly jumped off the flying spirit weapon. The woman among them was like a peach blossom, and said to the man on the dragon's head: " Xiaoyao ancestor, how willing to let go of your sect beauty to come to this Wanjian Cave?"
The man known as the ancestor of Xiaoyao let go of the beauty in his arms, and lazily replied: "I came to fetch a sword for that ineffective son, Madam Luo, it's been a long time since I saw him to sneer at me like this. It's really sad."
Madam Luo giggled, "It's not that the ancestor refused to let his concubine kiss Fangze--"
The man who came with Mrs. Luo interrupted them dissatisfiedly and asked what he cared about: "Old ancestor Xiaoyao, how long have you been here?"
The ancestor Xiaoyao understood what he was thinking, and snorted after a while: "It has been seven days, and the door of the cave has not been opened."
The man got the information he wanted, did not say anything, and released his divine consciousness to cover the audience, especially the strange swordsman, but before the divine consciousness touched the opponent, he was bounced back by a fierce aura. .
Madam Luo and the other man's eyes moved slightly, and they unanimously released their consciousness to test the Taoist priests, but they couldn't get within three feet of him. Madam Luo withdrew her consciousness, and a sweet smile appeared on her face again: "Meeting means fate, and there is no quota limit in Wanjian Cave, so how about choosing each based on fate?"
The few people present are all great monks in the Nascent Soul Stage, and they are so powerful when they start their hands. No one wants to attract people here anymore, and they have reached a balance implicitly.
Except that Mrs. Luo got into the tent of the ancestor Xiaoyao, the two men who followed closed their eyes and meditated cross-legged, only waiting for the opening day of Shifei once in March.
After a while, only a bang was heard, and the stone gate of Wanjian Cave was slowly opened to both sides without any control.
The ancestor Xiaoyao laughed and pushed a bloated young man in Jinyi toward the door: "Yong'er, go, you are not allowed to come back and see your father if you don't get back the sword above the ordinary grade!"
At the same time, the young man beside the Taoist priest also took a step forward, and the crowd flocked to Wanjian Cave.
Mrs. Luo watched her most admired nephew disappear at the door of Wanjian Cave, then turned her head and said to Xiaoyao Patriarch: "Old Patriarch, what if we make a bet?"
"Madame Luo refers to whose disciple's spirit sword got the highest level? Or does it mean that the level he has overcome is the highest?"
"The ancestor still knows the mind and body of concubines best. Even though the level of the spirit sword is important, the monks value the strength the most. Yong'er, a young and talented talent, has already cultivated to the ninth level of Qi refining before his 30s. The concubine's peach blossom red snail wine, Always prepared for it."
Mrs. Luo is the Yuan Ying elder of the Hehuan Sect, and she has few rivals in her charm. The same famous as her Mei Gong is this peach blossom red snail wine, which uses peach blossom and lingguo red snails as ingredients. The wine has a mellow aroma, and anyone who smells it can be drunk for an hour. The taste alone is not enough to make it famous. What is even more amazing is that it also has the miraculous effect of helping people break through the bottleneck.
The ancestor of Xiaoyao came to the spirit, and his thumb rubbed on the Qiankun ring for a moment, and took out a spiritual grass: "This hundred-year-old of transformation is just picked from the secret realm, so I will take it out as this bet. , It’s not an insult to the name of Hongluojiu. I think that the disciple brought by Mrs. Luo is no worse than Yong'er. I think the lady has taken a lot of care.

"Why, my kid can't fight, how can Yonger be good."
The man next to Mrs. Luo regarded Mrs. Luo as a future Taoist companion. He glared at the ancestor Xiaoyao with the eyes of his rivals. He threw a heavy object before the dragon and reported proudly: "Thousand-year mysterious iron."
Madam Luo pretended to be surprised and patted her plump chest: "Brother Sun is really generous. You can also take out something as rare as the thousand-year-old profound iron."
Brother Sun's eyes immediately stuck to the turbulent place of the opponent: "It's just a small piece of thousand-year-old profound iron, I can still get it out of the Refining Pavilion."
"..."
At the same moment, on the flying sword, Xuanhua also explained to Lin Zhizhi: "...The Ten Thousand Sword Cave is a trial site for sword spirits that has existed for nearly a thousand years. What kind of saber can be reached depends on you. Personal chance."
Although Lin Zhizhi was born into a famous family, he has never heard of Wanjian Cave. Out of curiosity, he pestered Xuanhua and asked many questions: "Master, where is Wanjian Cave? What kind of trial is it?"
On weekdays, friends don’t ask questions, but just stay silent. Xuanhua would think that the other person’s breathing was too loud to make him roll, but Lin Zhizhi asked, Xuanhua not only did not throw the little apprentice off the flying sword, but also brought him A little patiently said: "I will know as soon as I arrive."
Lin Zhizhi let out an "Oh", sitting on the flying sword and stopped speaking.
Xuanhua opened his left eye and glanced at the silent disciple. After tapping the back of the sword three times with the tip of his right finger, he moved his fingertip to Lin Zhizhi’s eyebrows. An image of a real person explaining the Ten Thousand Swords Cave for his disciple Formed in front of him: "The old man of Wanjian is a former cultivator of the gods. He has spent his life collecting swords as a pleasure, and he is determined to create a magical sword that can make a sensation in the fairy world. He is not a professional swordsmith, and this goal is difficult to reach the sky. In the end, he experienced Mahayana. In the period of thunder, when he ascended to the immortal realm, inspiration burst out, taking the sky thunder as a guide, and the sun and the moon as the soul, and instead created a unique divine sword."
"It's a pity that at the last moment, the sword spirit had just been born, and the old man Wan Jian was too late to warm up, so he was taken away by the sky thunder. The old man Wan Jian was so desperate, he gave up the promotion of immortality, and sealed his life's income here. In this cave, future generations will come to take it. After a long time has passed, the Excalibur Sword Spirit has gradually recovered and began to look for its owner. The way the sword spirit seeks the owner depends on the aptitude and the actual combat. It will record everything Those who have been to the Ten Thousand Swords Cave will choose the future son of Tianjiao to compete with you. Over time, this Ten Thousand Swords Cave has not only become a place to find swords, but also a symbol of testing the strength of disciples."
After the video was over, Lin Zhizhi understood the rules of Wanjian Cave. He glanced with some gratitude at Xuanhua, who closed his eyes and meditated, and calmed down to meditate cross-legged.
Xuanhua's sword is surpassing many flying spirit treasures in the world. About half a cup of tea, Xuanhua opened his eyes, stood up from the back of the sword, and said to Lin Zhizhi: "Stick to the heart."
Lin Zhizhi nodded solemnly.
At the meeting when the four major sects accepted the disciples, he failed to pass the illusion because of the instability of the Taoist heart-the real cultivator never fell in the same place for the second time. This time, no matter what a beauty does to him, she will definitely be Liu Xiahui in the cultivation world.
When the Wanjian Cave and Xiaoyao Patriarch were presented in front of him, Xuanhua paused and added the secret of passing Wanjian Cave to the little apprentice: "Don't forget the basic sword technique."
Lin Zhizhi: "..."
The basic swordsman, I always feel that Master has played a big game...
When Xuanhua's flying sword descended from the sky, the ancestor Xiaoyao and the others were drinking wine and talking to the dragon, and admiring the enchanting dance of the beauties. The first reaction was not the most powerful ancestor Xiaoyao, but Mrs. Luo. Madam Luo narrowed a pair of peachy eyes and looked at the two uninvited guests
The older man was expressionless, with compelling aura, his black robe and purple shirt moved with the wind, not putting everything in his eyes. The young man was exquisite, but not feminine. He was dressed in a white robe, and the sword pattern on the corner of his clothes revealed his martial art, and his expression was indifferent.
What shocked Mrs. Luo most was that these two people did not exist in her spiritual sense.
The Taoist priest just couldn't get close, maybe the other party had some magic weapon to protect the spiritual consciousness, but the two of them were completely ignorant.
The ancestor Xiaoyao and the other two men also stopped their movements and stared at them firmly.
Xuanhua had a panoramic view of everything, but ignored it, and only said to Lin Zhizhi, "Go."
Lin Zhizhi summoned the Family Sabre from the Universe Ring, and walked into the Ten Thousand Sword Cave lightly.
There was still some light when I entered, but as I walked deeper and deeper, this small cave had no source, and I had to rely on intuition to move forward. The cave was very quiet, except for the footsteps of one of Lin Zhi, only the sound of ticking water.
I don't know how long I walked, and finally came to a fork. On both sides of the fork, a candle light was hung up every short distance. As Lin Zhizhi moved forward, they lit up. When we reached the deepest futon, two rows of candles illuminated the entire passage, and a mechanized voice sounded: "New candidates, welcome."
"According to the root and bone test along the way, you are the root of heaven, with good qualifications; looks like jade, and good looks..."
Lin Zhizhi: "..."
Wait a minute, where did that appearance test come from? Didn't think that the old man Wanjian was a face control? It’s so terrible that you can’t even pass this kind of sword spirit trial if you look handsome.
"Adjust your candidate status, and then enter the actual combat, the first challenger, then the 35-year-old Wu Zun, the realm: the tenth level of the refining period."
Wu Zun? !
With the sound of these three silent sounds, Lin Zhizhi only felt lightened all over, as if divine consciousness was sucked into a competition field. Opposite the competition field, a middle-aged man with a scar on his left face gradually formed in front of him.
For some reason, the scar on this man's face always gave Lin Zhi a familiar feeling...
He didn't have time to think about it. When the man's body was completely stabilized, he raised his fist, with a faint golden light on his fist, and slammed his fist at Lin Zhizhan!
Lin Zhizhi turned around and drew away with a flying cloud step, and his fist smashed the place where he was originally standing-strangely, there was a sound of gold and jade colliding.
This made Lin Zhizhi suddenly realize that the Jinyu Shattering Fist, Wu Zun Haotian's fame stunt.
He once met Haotian once, at that time Haotian had become a monk of the Yuan Ying stage, known for his physical tyranny. That time Haotian competed with a swordsman. The swordsman’s spirit sword cut iron like mud, but it collided with Haotian’s fist. Instead, it was the sword that broke first, the complete body of the golden jade shattering fist. The power displayed by Haotian who came to the Ten Thousand Sword Cave in the Qi Period was completely different, but for Lin Zhizhi in the same Qi Refining Period, it was equally terrifying.
Because this is the prototype of a martial arts school in the future.
Lin Zhizhi licked the dust that splashed around his mouth, only to get excited.
Fighting against the great powers of youth, this is really--
I can't ask for a good opportunity.