Martial Arts Collection Pavilion

Chapter 58

Lin Daoru shook his head. He was extremely troubled by the situation that the young man would grow old at any time. Since he decided to change his identity and join the Demon Sect, he must not reveal too much of his strength.

In the end he decided to let it go, so he sneaked into the inn in the middle of the night, relying on his strength far surpassing everyone in the inn, he easily touched the woman's room.

Maybe it's not too late, the woman didn't come back, Lin Daoru was slightly pleased, and secretly searched for her in her room.

After a long time, Lin Daoru frowned, he searched through the woman's room, and searched in other rooms, but he couldn't find the Zangjun Sword.

He sighed in distress, but suddenly heard a slight movement, and hurriedly flew up to the roof, and then concentrated on listening, but only heard Wang Ting, who had just come back from the outside, say: "I didn't expect that kid's sword to be so powerful!" Valuable, hahahaha, 10 taels of silver, just such a broken sword is worth 10 taels, I have decided not to arrest people in the future, but to grab swords instead."

He seemed to be still immersed in great joy, and he didn't notice Lin Daoru who was visibly shaking when the wind blew across the roof.

He gave the woman a bitter look, and finally gathered his body slowly, lurking and left the inn.

After answering where he was staying, Lin Daoru frowned, called the waiter, and threw him a piece of silver. After he showed a joyful expression, he asked, "I don't know if there is anything too special in this city." Don’t you like people who collect swords?”

But the little second smiled, and immediately said: "Guest officer, if you ask me about this, you can ask the right person. If nothing else, there is only such a large area in the Tianmo City, and you can be proficient in the big and small news of the city." I'm the only one, let me tell you, I've been here since I was a child..."

Lin Daoru threw him a silver coin again, and he stopped, no longer introducing his background, and then said: "Guest officer, you are not a local..."

Lin Daoru frowned, squinted his eyes slightly and stared at him, he hurriedly shut up, and then said: "Guest officer, don't worry, let me tell you, there are quite a few people who like to collect swords and swords in the Heavenly Demon City. But if you want to say that the richest person is, of course, Mr. Li from the Hidden Sword Mansion."

"This Mr. Li is the third disciple of the head of the Sacred Cult. His talent can be described as amazing. Before he was three or four years old, he has the cultivation base of the peak of the seventh rank. In terms of strength, Even the deacons of the older generation are not bad."

"Other people collect weapons, but they don't care about the swords and halberds. He wants to buy them and hide them in his home. This Mr. Li is different. He only collects swords. He only collects swords, what cuts hairs and hairs, what cuts iron like mud, what is tough and tough. His house has everything you need for a folded sword. My lord, hey, my lord..."

Lin Daoru heard that he said the important point, so he ignored him, went out early the next morning, asked about Mr. Li's residence, and went to the door early. "

This Li family is different from ordinary people, it is the direct disciple of the head of the Tianmo Sect, so it is natural to bring a few guards with strong martial arts close to them. Redeem your own stuff.

Lin Daoru went to the street early in the morning, and when he arrived in front of Li's mansion, he saw the word "Li's mansion" hanging in front of the door, which was flying like a phoenix, but concealed a trace of sword intent.

The Demon Sect has been established for thousands of years, and its heritage is very rich. Whether it is the new Taoist Demon Heart Sutra written by the magician Pang Daomo, or the Demon Sect’s original township martial arts, the Heavenly Demon Heart Sutra and the Slaughter Sword Art, it can be said to be handed down from generation to generation. martial arts.

In the word Li Fu, there is such a hint of domineering, plundering, and killing in it.

On the territory of the Devil's Cult, of course, there is no way to respect etiquette, otherwise people will treat you like the disciple who guards the mountain.

Lin Daoru stepped forward and called the two guards at the gate to report, with a look of aloofness. The two thought that Lin Daoru was some great figure in the Tianmo Sect and came to find their young master, but they didn't dare to neglect at all.

One hurried in to report, while the other bowed his head and asked Lin Daoru to stand on the steps in front of the door, as if he was afraid that the sun that had just risen in the morning would shine on him.

Lin Daoru glanced at him with satisfaction, immediately made him feel very honored, and unconsciously straightened his waist.

After a while, a person came out of Li's mansion. The person cupped his hands at Lin Daoru, then sized up Lin Daoru, and finally frowned and asked, "I don't know which elder's sect my brother is. I have been teaching in middle school for several years, but my face is very tight."

Lin Daoru returned the salute when he handed over his hands, and when he saw his question, he said: "Lin is not a member of the holy religion at this time, and he came here from Qingzhou only because he admired the prestige of the holy religion. It is because of a sword that bothers Brother Li."

Mr. Li frowned even more, and finally looked at Lin Daoru carefully. He saw that the Yintang was bright, with slender fingers, and his left hand was held empty. Standing there, he looked like a sword in its sheath. There seems to be nothing unusual, but there is a hidden sharpness inside, suddenly his eyes light up, and he said: "Brother Lin, did you ever understand the sword intent?"

Lin Daoru gave a slight errand, seeing his happy face, he followed his words and agreed: "I have some opportunities, but I also have some understanding in the way of swordsmanship."

"Okay, brother Lin, let's follow Li into the mansion." He was very excited, and grabbed Lin Daoru's hand, fearing that he would run away, then looked at the two people who were a little nervous, and finally said: "You two are good, but you didn't neglect my distinguished guest, and went to the cashier to receive the reward."

The two expressed their thanks in a hurry, and then turned their worries into joy, and one of them followed happily.

Mr. Li took Lin Daoru to the backyard, and saw a dozen good swords in a spacious martial arts hall. These swords were never in their sheaths, or they were sharp, or they were restrained, or they were evil. Soaring to the sky, or mighty, upright, or corresponding to the sun and the moon, or confusing people's minds.

Each of the swords here contains a trace of sword intent. In front of the same divine soldiers, the collision of sword intents caused them to burst out their own artistic conception.

Mr. Li looked at a sword with a faint red light obsessively, and said to Lin Daoru beside him: "This is an evil shadow."

(End of this chapter)