Sword Immortal, she convinces people with reason

Chapter 16 The Difference Between Cloud and Mud
When Lin Yige was ten years old, his stature was stretched, and he was finally able to use the Guiyi school's standard black iron long sword like other outer disciples.

And this small copper-colored sword of unknown origin and material that suddenly appeared by her bedside one day disappeared without a trace.

It turned out to be here with the elder sister.

Lin Yige took two steps forward and fixed his eyes.

Only then did I discover that this small copper-colored sword was actually polished with a needle from the back of the hornet demon king's tail!

Lin Yige couldn't help but think of a deed about the senior sister that the sixth senior brother Tu Baicao said on the day he became a true disciple.

The elder sister went down the mountain to practice in the past, and she specially picked out the group monsters that intrude the world.

What kind of wasp monster, what kind of spirit locust monster, what kind of three-headed wolf monster, and so on.

Through this, she avoided several conflicts between the human race and the demon race, saved an unknown number of lives, and perfectly completed the training task.

The elder sister made a quick decision, went early and returned early, and returned from the experience in only three months.

Then she silently used a large pile of frozen monster corpses to flood the Ziyang Palace where the sixth generation head was at that time.

After that, the Guiyi faction added a new rule: true disciples should not spend less than a hundred years in the mountains.

Thinking about it this way, the elder sister made this sword silently and put it quietly on her bedside?

……

Geng Xin was lost in thought when he saw his master standing in front of a small sword of the same color as himself, he didn't know what he was thinking.

After about a quarter of an hour, she finally couldn't help but reminded: "Master, you must not have other swords!"

Especially this small sword, which is neither gold nor wood, she can't talk about it.

Lin Yige came back to his senses upon hearing the sound, and said helplessly, "Which sword cultivator doesn't have three or five swords?"

The immature child's voice answered simply: "Of course it's you!"

Lin Yige had no intention of taking the sword away, what Geng Xin said was true.

Just being disturbed by her like this, the little confusion in my heart disappeared without a trace.

Lin Yige sat on the ground with his back facing the entrance of the cave, circulating the icy aura in his body for a few weeks.

This body is the spiritual root of Jinshuimu, and the ice and wind aura in the small cold cave can be used in all directions.

A thought flashed in Lin Yige's mind, should he just build a foundation while being trapped in the Xiaohan Cave at this moment?
When the big sister comes back, seeing that she is actively cultivating and admitting her mistakes sincerely, maybe she can calm down and exempt her from confinement.

Right now, she has to revive the faction, and she doesn't have the time to face the wall and think about it.

Lin Yige immediately closed his eyes slightly, sank his mind, and soon fell into a samadhi.

She skillfully operated the "Returning Qi Refining Art", the three spiritual roots of Jinshuimu and the imaginary spiritual root that emerged out of thin air worked together to transform the spiritual energy with all her strength and inhale it into her body.

The icy aura swirls into a funnel shape, from the top of the head along the reshaped broad meridian, straight to the limbs.

The aura is overflowing, dissolving away the essence that was sealed in every inch of flesh and blood when the wind gently opened the pulse with sword energy.

The excess spiritual energy finally gathered in the dantian.

The spiritual energy is continuously compressed, and a steady stream of spiritual energy continues to transform into it.

Fog first formed in the dantian, and gradually condensed into drops of nectar, which fell below the sword intent entrenched in the dantian, forming a puddle.

The speed of spiritual energy transformation became faster and faster, and more and more nectar gathered in the shallow puddle.

Puddles become ponds, ponds become lakes, until they become an endless ocean...

Practice does not know the sun and the moon.

Lin Yige woke up from the trance, and subconsciously touched the Gengxin sword on his waist, but it was in vain.

She looked down and saw Geng Xin squatting beside her in a human form, carefully stretching out two short hands, trying to open the storage bag at her waist.

It's a pity that there is no way to do it, and it's not easy to use brute force. Geng Xin is frowning and pouting, his face is full of displeasure.

……

Sensing being watched, Geng Xin followed his intuition and met Lin Yige's eyes.

The four eyes met, the little girl paused, then let go of her hands and got up, raised three short and fat fingers, and said, "Master, it's been three days!"

After finishing speaking, Geng Xin lowered his head and touched his slightly swollen belly, and he also let out a stomach cry of "cuckoo...".

A pitiful look.

Lin Yige was speechless for a moment, his natural acting skills were amazing.

She took three golden beans and handed them to Geng Xin, saying: "You will not be missed."

Geng Xin immediately raised his head, took the golden bean with his hand, happily put it in his mouth, and said vaguely, "I...Of course I trust the master!"

It seemed that it wasn't her who pretended to be pitiful just now.

Lin Yige touched Geng Xin's head with his hands, the hair was soft and smooth, and it felt great.

Geng Xin obediently transformed into a spirit sword again, and continued to act as a spirit sword conscientiously.

Lin Yige raised his hand to smooth the wrinkles on his sleeves before getting up to move.

The Qi vessels of the whole body are unimpeded, the body is as light as a swallow, and the spirit is full.

After experiencing the opening of the sword qi, Lin Yige's cultivation has reached the peak of qi refining, and the time to build a foundation has long been ripe. In a blessed land with such abundant aura, he has a lifetime of cultivation experience, which can be said to be the best time, place, and harmony.

However, it still took three days for this body with the three spiritual roots of gold, water and wood to successfully build its foundation.

It is very different from the thick and single water spirit root in the previous life.

However, Lin Yige didn't think there was anything wrong with the three spirit roots of gold, water and wood in this life.

The quality of the spiritual root's aptitude can only determine the speed of absorbing and transforming spiritual energy.

What sword cultivators value is comprehension, whether they can comprehend the sword intent, and the level of the state of the sword.

It is not that Lin Yige has never killed a so-called "Heavenly Talent" who has better aptitude and cultivation than himself, but has gone astray.

Moreover, with the Golden Spirit Root and Wood Spirit Root in this life, she can instead combine spells to perform more large-scale sword moves.

Only by defeating the enemy with one move can we be more reasonable!
Lin Yige had a solid understanding of his cultivation, so he sat back on the ground.

While absorbing spiritual energy and running Zhou Tian to strengthen her cultivation, she sorted out the current situation of Guiyi faction.

Now in the cave sky of Heming Mountain, the disciples of the six generations have already soared to ascension, sat down to sit down, sacrificed to death, needless to mention.

The disciples of the seventh generation were the main force to deal with the alien monsters in the cracks of the void thousands of years ago.

The disciples who survived the demon were more or less injured in the process of eliminating the demon, and their moods were damaged to varying degrees.

They are basically in Feihongjian or Songmeijian, choosing a place to live in a hut, retreating and practicing.

There are only three seven-generation personal descendants, who bear the responsibility of the preaching elders of Wendao Pavilion.

Look at the eight generations of disciples again.

Since Lin Yige went down the mountain to practice thousands of years ago, the Guiyi faction still has some disciples.

It's just that the number has changed from a few sporadically a year to one in a few years, until a hundred years ago, no new disciples started.

Even so, on the two side peaks, there are only a hundred or so eighth-generation disciples in total.

Counting the true disciple Liu Fufeng, no one has yet comprehended the sword intent.

Three preaching elders are responsible for these disciples, which is more than enough.

There is Fengqing, the most powerful of the seven generations, who sits on Heming Mountain, and the other true disciples are indeed dispensable in this situation where no one can teach them.

But now it's different!

This year, two new disciples have already started, and this is just the beginning.

(End of this chapter)