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Chapter 218 Sword Pavilion
Fang Zelin couldn't help opening his mouth when he heard the words.

I wanted to say something, but finally turned into a sigh.

He can't help with this matter.

"Since fellow daoist is here, why don't you stay in the temple for a while? The disciples in the temple respect you very much."

Taoist Qianji diverted the topic, wanting Fang Zelin to stay in the audience for a while.

It goes without saying that the disciples in the temple respect Fang Zelin.

The battle outside Zhen'an Pass attracted countless disciples to see Fang Zelin's strength.

On the other hand, it was at Yuxu Mountain that they saw Fang Zelin's scriptures for saving people, so they entered Wenwen Mountain one after another.

Having seen the strength of this fellow Taoist one after another, the disciples in Guanzhong naturally regarded Fang Zelin as an extremely powerful senior.

"Then I'll bother you, it just so happens that Fang also thinks this place is very quiet."

Hearing these words, Fang Zelin clapped his hands and agreed with a smile all over his face.

He quite likes the quietness of this place, and it is naturally a good thing to be able to live here for a while to practice.

The practice places selected by various sects, there is no place that is badly selected, which is conducive to practice.

Seeing this, Taoist Qianji only thought that Fang Zelin was saving face, so he agreed to stay for a while, and at this moment he seemed extremely happy.

While the two were talking, it was already noon.

The meal in Guanzhong was ready, Taoist Qianji led Fang Zelin to the side hall where the meal was served.

When he sat down, Fang Zelin smelled a fresh fragrance coming towards him.

Just a slight sniff, the fragrance enters the nose.

"Guanzhong's meal is not as good as Daoist friends' rough tea and light meals, but it has a taste, Daoist friend, let's try it."

Taoist Qianji has eaten the simple food that Fang Zelin said.

It was a deep impression.

Originally, seeing that Fang Zelin lived there was nothing unusual, so I never thought about it.

The rough tea and light rice that was said was so delicious, it was endless aftertaste.

Fang Zelin nodded lightly, each picked up and tasted a few carefully prepared meals in front of him.

Although there is no aura in it, it is indeed quite unique in terms of taste.

After tasting them one by one, Fang Zelin nodded repeatedly and praised them endlessly.

The meals in the ancient cloud temple have a fragrance, similar to the fragrance of vegetables, very refreshing.

No wonder Taoist Qianji said that the meals here are quite delicious.

After lunch, Fang Zelin began to wander around in the ancient cloud temple, feeling the tranquility of the place and the cultivation atmosphere of the disciples in the temple.

All the disciples who met on the road showed great respect when they saw Fang Zelin.

"Hey, where is it?"

Fang Zelin walked in the meditation for a while, trying to find a place to practice.

Suddenly, Cheng Xiao trembled slightly behind him, but it was rare to emit a wave of fluctuation.

This kind of fluctuation made Fang Zelin feel a little strange, and immediately followed Cheng Xiao's guidance and strode forward.

After a while, Fang Zelin came to a huge attic.

Unlike other places, Fang Zelin has just arrived here, and he can feel that this place seems to be a bit out of place with other places in the view.

Other places are relatively quiet and peaceful.

But here, it exudes an astonishing sense of sharpness.

Fang Zelin is very familiar with this sharp meaning.

Cheng Xiao also exuded this kind of sharpness after becoming a sword force before, as if he was indomitable and wanted to cut through the world with one sword.

"senior!"

The disciple who was sweeping the floor in front of the attic raised his head and saw a green-clothed robe in front of him, and a seemingly ordinary three-foot sharp sword floating beside him, he hurriedly saluted as a junior.

"Well, where is this place? It has such a sharp meaning, but it feels a bit incompatible with other lands in the view."

Fang Zelin looked at the attic in front of him and asked curiously.

Looking at it like this, this seems to be Jiange?
"This place is the Jiange, the place where the sword is stored. The ancient cloud temple was famous for alchemy a long time ago, and then because the ordinary swords held by fellow Taoists could not kill demons, the ancestors in the temple tried to refine the sword with pill fire, which increased a little power .”

"The swords held by the disciples of other sects are all practiced in Guanzhong. There are countless swords stored here, and there are also swords that are broken in fighting methods. Over the years, the sword pavilion is so determined."

The disciples in front of the door explained in detail the origin of the attic.

Although it is just a sword, the disciples in Gu Yun Temple treat these swords with great care.

Even the swords that were broken during the fighting were taken back one by one and hidden in the attic. If they could be repaired and re-smelted, they would be taken back and re-cast and smelted.

If it doesn't work, it will be hidden in the attic to avoid wind and rain.

After all, it was broken along with killing demons and demons, and it will not be discarded at will.

In the sword pavilion, there will be three days every month, and the disciples will come in to clean and wipe the sword.

There are too many swords in the pavilion, and the momentum of the swords gradually began to attract sympathy, and finally it was this kind of sharpness.

Fang Zelin immediately became interested when he heard this, and Cheng Xiao who was beside him was still buzzing, wanting to go in and have a look.

"Can Fang Mou come in and have a look?"

Fang Zelin cupped his hands, wanting to enter the Jiange.

Seeing Fang Zelin cupping his hands, the disciple in front of him immediately became a little panicked, "Senior is an honored guest of Guyun Temple, and everything in the temple can be seen, senior, please come in."

As the disciple in front of him said, he climbed up the stairs and opened the attic door for Fang Zelin.

Seeing this, Fang Zelin was not polite anymore. After entering the Jiange, he immediately felt a rush of determination and simplicity.

There are swords in front of you that seem to be extremely sharp, and there are also swords that are incomplete.

These swords are stored separately in a box, and just by looking at them, it can be seen that they are kept with great care.

It can be seen that some broken swords were cast a long time ago and were broken into several sections. It can be seen how dangerous the sword and the monk experienced in the fight at that time.

Fang Zelin looked at the swords in front of him, and glanced over them one by one.

He could tell that the swords above definitely had their own stories.

Just as Fang Zelin was watching carefully, Cheng Xiao who was on the side finally couldn't help it at this moment.

After a clear cry, an inexplicable aura emanated immediately began to suppress the determination in the Jiange.

And this move immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of all the swords in the attic.

He was originally full of determination, and there were so many broken swords in the attic, and he still felt that he would not bend his knees even if he broke it, and this was also influenced by the monks who held them at that time.

Even if it falls, it is still fighting to the last moment.

Under such circumstances, Cheng Xiao's suppression naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of all the swords, and they immediately began to prepare to resist Cheng Xiao.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Xiao was immediately annoyed, "Hey! Do you understand what it means to be in harmony with the light! What is the difference between a determined appearance and when I was ignorant before!"

(End of this chapter)