Burning Heaven

The front yard of Zhenyao Pavilion.

Great Elder Qingwu, dressed in fluttering white clothes, stood in the courtyard without moving a muscle.

With a sound of "嗖", in the air, the bald Elder Bi Ya pulled Lin Mofeng and flew in front of the Great Elder Qingwu in a blink of an eye.

"Great Elder" Bi Ya, who was short in stature, cupped his hands at the Great Elder.

"Well, Bi Ya, I will teach you all of Lin Mofeng's cultivation in the future. Eight years later, the sect will hold a martial arts competition for inner disciples every 20 years. I hope he can represent Zhenyao Pavilion to participate."

Great Elder Qingwu pointed at the ignorant Lin Mofeng and said.

"Well, don't worry, Great Elder, Bi Ya will definitely assist Lin Mofeng in cultivation." Elder Bi Ya said with a sinister smile, which made Lin Mofeng feel a little uneasy...

Elder Qingwu smiled for a while after hearing this, and walked slowly towards Lin Mofeng. After walking in front of Lin Mofeng, he took out a wordless paper book and a small brown book with gossip patterns printed on it from his bosom. Budai said to Lin Mofeng:

"This is the "Liu Ding Qing Yuan Sword Art" and the monster bag used to catch monsters in the future. "Liu Ding Qing Yuan Sword Art" is a sword skill learned by everyone in the Sanqing School. The sword skill is divided into six layers, and each layer is extremely powerful. If you are on the sixth floor, you can do whatever you want in that world. You have not yet reached the foundation-building stage, and you can comprehend this sword technique after breaking through the foundation-building stage. Remember, this book is a unique skill in the sect, and it must not be passed into the hands of others. , otherwise you will be expelled from the division."

Great Elder Qingwu said in a stern tone.

Lin Mofeng opened his small mouth in shock, took it out carefully, and said to Elder Qingwu:

"Thank you Great Elder"

Elder Qingwu gave an "en", looked at the stains on Lin Mofeng's body and said:

"Go back and wash yourself off, Elder Bi Ya and I still have something to talk about"

After hearing this, Lin Mofeng thanked him again, and after finishing speaking, he ran towards Zhenyao Pavilion very excitedly.

Not long after Lin Mofeng left, Great Elder Qingwu looked at the short Bi Ya and said:

"Bi Ya, it has been less than 9 years since the birth of the Sword Saint's Tomb. This time, the ancient sword tablet requires that practitioners who are below the Mahayana stage can enter. Moreover, this time, the Sword Saint's Tomb will be born in the same year as Tianjizi. The sword that seriously injured the devil, the Qilin Immortal Sword."

When Elder Bi Ya heard the words "Kirin Immortal Sword", his eyes suddenly contracted violently, and he raised his eyebrows lightly and said in shock:

"What? The Qilin Immortal Sword has disappeared for more than 1600 years, and unexpectedly, it is in the tomb of the old blind man, and he is going to give this sword away this time. How is this possible?"

Great Elder Qingwu said without any expression on his face:

"Bi Ya, I didn't really believe that he would give away the Qilin sword before, but I have known him for many years. Although he is a sword lunatic, he never speaks empty words, otherwise his eyes would not be blind. I I believe in his character, but the request to enter the Sword Saint's Tomb this time made me understand his intention in an instant."

Great Elder Qingwu said lightly.

"Did the great elder mean that the old blind man wants it?" Bi Ya was even more shocked.

Qingwu didn't answer, just said:

"Bi Ya, eight years later, the tournament held every 20 years will be held six months in advance. This is the meaning of the real master. I think you should understand the reason." Great Elder Qingwu said in a low voice.

"Great Elder, I understand that those below the Mahayana level of the Sanqing Sect can only be selected from the inner disciples." Elder Bi Ya frowned.

After hearing this, Qingwu shook her head again and again, turned her whole body to the direction where Lin Mofeng left, and said with a smile:

"Do you really understand?"

Elder Bi Ya was startled for a moment, then looked at the great elder who was facing away from him, and suddenly found that there were many small footprints that had just been stepped on in the dirt road ahead, he was shocked for a long time, then, his eyes flashed brightly, and he said:

"Biya understands..."

After a long time, Great Elder Qingwu walked slowly towards Zhenyao Pavilion, whispering constantly in his mouth...

"The way of immortality is boundless, but the way of heaven is boundless"

"The way of immortality is boundless, but the way of heaven is boundless"

"The way of immortality is boundless, but the way of heaven is boundless"

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Three months later.

In the front yard of Zhenyao Pavilion.

"Trash, is this how the first level of "Six Ding Qingyuan Swordsmanship" is practiced? Huh? It's just rubbish. We, the Sanqing Sect, have never seen such a useless disciple as you since we first came here. Hmph, I'm Bi Ya Why don't I teach you how to practice swords, this useless wretch, it's really unlucky, and you still want to cultivate immortality, bah..."

In the yard, Lin Mofeng was holding an iron sword, panting, sweating profusely, and his white clothes had long since rotted into disrepair. In the past three months, Lin Mofeng's body had almost no good spots, it was all black and purple. Yes, it looks very pitiful.

On the empty land in the front yard of Zhenyao Pavilion, Elder Bi Ya was yelling at Lin Mofeng, who was holding an iron sword. Seeing it, Elder Bi Ya was very angry. After speaking, he flicked his sleeves, He actually walked quickly towards Zhenyao Pavilion.

"Elder Bi Ya, Mo Feng please don't leave, please teach me just once, just once, please."

Seeing that Elder Bi Ya was about to leave, Lin Mofeng immediately grabbed Elder Bi Ya's leg and kept begging.

Elder Bi Ya was tightly hugged by Lin Mofeng's legs, he sighed, pointed at Lin Mofeng's nose and began to curse:

"Let me tell you, Lin Mofeng, if it wasn't for the face of the Great Elder, I, Bi Ya, would have kicked you, a stupid pig-like disciple, into the air. I am giving you one last chance. I will give you a stick of incense time to deliver this letter to the head teacher of Yuqing Sect, Qingzhi. Cultivate immortals."

Elder Bi Ya snorted coldly, took out a letter sealed in yellow paper from his arms with a very bored expression, threw it on the ground with a disdainful expression, and said lightly:

"One stick of incense, now the timer has started"

Seeing the yellow paper letter falling gently into the soil in front of him, Lin Mofeng rushed forward like a wolf and mad dog. After catching it in horror, he ran towards the door at a fast speed without saying a word. .

Lin Mofeng ran out of the door out of breath, but just as he ran outside the door, he fell to the ground. Elder Bi Ya yelled at him afterward: "Trash!" Climbing up, without saying a word, he ran directly towards the mountain road ahead, his black and swollen arms swung loudly...

After Lin Mofeng left, Elder Qingwu in white clothes suddenly appeared in front of Elder Bi Ya and asked:

"Bi Ya, how has his cultivation been in the past three months?"

When Elder Bi Ya saw that it was Great Elder Qingwu, he hurriedly cupped his hands and said with a smile:

"Great Elder, Lin Mofeng is simply a cultivation genius. In just three months, he has already broken through the Foundation Establishment Stage and reached the Golden Core Stage. Since the opening of our Sanqing Sect, the fastest to reach the Golden Core Stage has also been used. For eight months, I didn't expect his speed to be so terrifying. Now I have asked him to practice the first level of "Six Ding Qingyuan Sword Art", and I only performed it once in front of him. You are very proficient at playing, Great Elder, your vision is really vicious, in time, Lin Mofeng will definitely be a genius who will shock the entire cultivation world, but there is one thing that I, Bi Ya, really can't understand."

Elder Bi Ya suddenly stopped his excited expression, looked at Great Elder Qingwu, as if he didn't know what to say.

"Hehe, for the past three months, he secretly got up every night to practice, or read "Liu Ding Qingyuan Sword Art".

Great Elder Qingwu smiled and slid his white goatee, looked at the direction where Lin Mofeng disappeared, and nodded slightly, as if very satisfied.

Elder Bi Ya took a step forward, put his hands on his chest, looked at the sky and said doubtfully:

"Great Elder, Lin Mofeng has reached the mirror of the golden elixir since he practiced, but for some reason, I can't gain insight into Lin Mofeng's cultivation. It is really strange, and I found that Lin Mofeng was wearing a very strange mirror around his neck. I asked its source, and he said that it was a family heirloom left by his missing mother. No abnormalities were found, and Lin Mofeng didn't seem to be lying, so I really couldn't figure out why he didn't have Daoyuan revealed, so I wondered if he had hidden Yuanzhu on his body."

Elder Bi Ya said very puzzled.

Great Elder Qingwu first counted in thought, then smiled and said:

"Bi Ya, there are not many Yinyuan beads left in the entire Three Realms, and they can only be worn by Da Luo Jinxian or above. You are thinking too much. But if he really has no Dao Yuan outside his body, then our Sanqing Pike got a huge gift, hehe, Bi Ya, don't think too much, Lin Mofeng is the one I chose, I trust my Qingwu's vision, besides, no matter what the reason is, this It's not a bad thing, why should you think about it? Hehe."

Great Elder Qingwu smiled and seemed to be more and more satisfied with Lin Mofeng.

"Yes, Great Elder, Bi Ya thought too much, I will definitely train him well, and try to let him reach the late stage of Nascent Soul within eight years, but, Great Elder, you said that the old blind man really wanted to Are you looking for someone to inherit his lineage?" Master Bi Ya looked at Qing Wu with worried eyes.

Great Elder Qingwu, slowly sliding a white goatee, lightly raising his white eyebrows, said with confidence:

"He will, otherwise, he would not have chosen Ghost Swamp. After so many years, he is the only undead left in the Ancient Sword Clan. Hey, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, he should have returned to the root Already......

"Hey…………"

The elongated sigh echoed endlessly in the courtyard... "For Collection"