After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

In the last life, I devoted myself to An Jinnian and rarely dealt with other young juniors in the Zhongtian Realm. The number of times I met Guan Linyi was no more than five times, and each time there was someone else present. Did not discuss in detail.

So he really doesn't know much about this person.

Before he could open his mouth, the other party took another two steps forward, his clothes flipped, his silver crown and jade face looked like a proud son of heaven.

His face sank, and his tone was serious: "But I don't care if my uncle likes it, but there is one thing..."

As he said that, he paused, staring at the floating roll on Yan Lin's waist, frowned slightly, and became a little more serious and rigid: "Although you are an ice spirit root, you already have your own magic weapon in Haoran Immortal Mansion, don't you?" How can a sword cultivator understand the true meaning of the Dao of the Sword. The Changtian Sword Sect is formed by masters and uncles who use swords to break the Dao. "

A pair of star-like eyes reveal a natural pride and conceit, and the belief in the eyes is as firm as a rock, as if everything outside cannot be shaken.

He is really as persistent in the way of the sword as the rumors say.

He looked at Yan Lin fixedly, a faint look of inquiry flashed in his eyes.

The young man in white was standing beside the fire lotus, the red was reflected on the hem of his clothes, the white hairband was tied into a ponytail, his face was soft, handsome and gentle, and the simple attire of the Changtian Sword Sect on him made him look extravagant.

There was no impetuousness in those light-colored eyes, but a strong belief flashed on the contrary.

When mentioning Haoran Immortal Mansion, everyone immediately thought of Immortal Yiqing. Under the light of the eldest son, he, the second son, looked particularly dim.

There were even rumors at one time that the second son was just a dandy who didn't think about making progress and was indulging in having fun, so the master of the Yan Palace had no choice but to imprison him in the mansion.

Now it seems that the rumors may not be reliable... At least these eyes are not like it.

But he still wants to tell.

"If you can't do it, I will drive you out even if the uncle and the sect leader disagree. I will not allow anyone to trample and underestimate the way of the sword that I defend."

Looking at his upright posture, Yan Lin could see in his heart his intention for coming this time.

It is true that this person came to see him, and it is true to explore the depth of his foundation. More importantly, it should be to see whether he is worthy of the path of sword cultivation.

Yan Lin smiled.

Such a serious voice, if it fell on the ears of the 20-year-old him in the first life, it would definitely be harsh, and he felt that it was giving himself a blow and embarrassing him.

I won't give him a good face either...

But now he feels joy in his heart. He is so persistent and single, even if his words are not nice, his mind is like a clear stream, clear to the bottom.

"That's a coincidence, my Tao is single-minded, and I have no other distractions, brother Guan can rest assured."

Isn't there a saying in the world that there are no more than three things?

If he can't escape the fate of death in this life, he may really have no chance.

He must not stare at that trace with hope, not sure whether there will be a future of resurrection.

'Live' is his way, no matter where he is.

Guan Linyi raised his eyebrows, met those bright eyes, the dark color in his eyes seemed familiar to him, made him ask unhurriedly: "Are you sure."

"Naturally." Yan Lin replied affirmatively.

Guan Linyi looked at him without making a sound.

……

For the next day, Yan Lin waited for Yan Jin and his father, if they could come to the Changtian Sword Sect before the acceptance ceremony and persuade Shi Yuan to give up this idea, that would be great.

He didn't have to go through the muddy water one more time.

But until the next day when the two sword boys brought the inner disciple uniforms for formal occasions, they were nowhere to be seen. As a result, Yan Lin gave up hope, really gave up, and honestly waited to receive it. Apprentice ceremony.

He messed around in the house for a while, and when he opened the door, Shi Yuan had already turned his back to him, standing in the gazebo outside the house, waiting.

Yan Lin closed his eyes in resignation, took a deep breath, and walked out.

He stared at the man's back and approached step by step.

Today, Shi Yuan was dressed more complicatedly than usual, a three-layer silver-patterned brocade robe, a jade belt around the waist, and a floor-length robe outside, half of his snow-white hair was tied with a silver crown, half was loose, and tied at the end. A white hair band with a blue glass bead at the end.

The straight back is like a frost sword, standing majestically.

Perhaps sensing movement behind him, he turned slightly and looked back at him.

There is still light snow floating around, two strands of white hair fall on the chest, the cold face is dyed with Qinghui, the eyes are as dark as the night looking at him, not like the bright moon, not like the bright sun, it is the unattainable Chen Xiao .

Yan Lin's footsteps froze.

There was a palpitation in my heart for some reason, and an image quickly flashed in my mind, like a meteor passing by, but the feeling of deja vu was left in vain.

He seems to have seen this scene before...

"Let's go."

The person on the opposite side stared at him for a while, then opened his mouth and said, the thin lips that were originally cold as a straight line raised a tiny arc.

The first time he saw this man smile——

Perhaps sensing the other party's emotions, Yan Lin's eyes moved slightly, and after a few seconds, he lowered his head and walked towards him.

That strange feeling, like a breeze between the ice and snow, rippling in his heart.

And...it's pretty nice.

Everyone in the world said that although the sword ancestor Shiyuan had cultivated in the period of crossing the catastrophe, he was no longer like the human world, like a banished immortal left behind in the mortal world, and the realm of cultivation is the last shackle.

Today's layers of wrapping are really true.

There was a cool breeze blowing outside Qingfeng Hall, and many outer disciples stood on both sides of the hall, wearing white clothes and holding swords. It was clear that the ceremony had not yet started, but there was no noise in the huge crowd, and one and two looked calm.

The atmosphere is really...

The two of them landed at the main entrance, and the two little monks by the door couldn't hide their excitement when they saw Shi Yuan. They hurriedly bent over to salute, and said politely to the inside, "little master is here".

Before Yan Lin had time to lament the dullness of the disciples, he could only follow Shi Yuan's footsteps.

As soon as he stepped into the main hall, the majestic sword intent rushed towards his face like a thousand catties of weight, and it was like a thousand swords being fired, piercing through the thin flesh without pain, but it seemed that every nerve trembled slightly.

With such an aura, the No. [-] sword sect in Zhongtian Realm is really extraordinary.

The Qingfeng Hall is different from the extravagant Jinlan Hall in the Haoran Immortal Mansion. The entire hall is mainly made of ordinary stones, clean and generous, and countless long swords are neatly hung on the curved walls around it, which are very sharp.

The elders of the five fairy peaks stood directly above the main hall.

He followed behind Shi Yuan, subconsciously looking at him secretly.

He had never seen five elders gathered together.

According to Zhongtian Records, the Changtian Sword Sect was founded by seven elders, divided into seven fairy peaks, the senior brother Cheng Shuang took over as the head, and the second-ranked Master Qingfeng died in a battle with the enemy when the sect was founded.

In order to commemorate him, the Zhongfeng Mountain where he was located was changed to the sect's main hall "Qingfeng Hall".

It is called 'Thousand Blades' in the book.

In the third place is Elder Shu Yuan, who received Qingyuan Xianshan. He has seen him wrapped in a white robe before, with a relaxed and lazy look, not as rigorous and rigid as ordinary sword cultivators.

Now he is looking at them with great interest, his sly eyes moving back and forth between him and Shi Yuan.

Fourth, Tang Yuanshan, Shufuyuan Xianshan, is dressed in short clothes, tall and tall, with two red double swords on his back, wooden hairpins, a long and thin scar on his well-defined face, and a strand of hair on his forehead It falls on it, and it has a murderous air, giving people a vicious feeling.

This person is not easy to mess with, he doesn't look like a decent person.

Fifth, Daoist Yuanlin, who received Zelin Xianshan, was so thin that he couldn't even support the white clothes of the Changtian Sword Sect.

Sixth, Yin Yan, received Chiyan Xianshan, she is the only female elder of the Changtian Sword Sect, with a slender figure, jade like orchid, a faint smile on her pretty face, and gentle eyes on him kind.

The five elders of the Changtian Sword Sect are really different.

The last one is Shi Yuan, who is ranked seventh.

Sensing the gazes of everyone around him, Yan Lin could only smile, and bite the bullet, while Shi Yuan stepped on the steps to his place.

It's not time yet, he walked obediently to the vacant space on the left, stood aside, quietly glanced at the direct disciples of the inner sect opposite him from the corner of his eye, two men and one woman.

Guan Linyi stands in the first place.

Today he changed into a short suit, with cuffs tightened, a widened cloud-patterned belt around his waist, a small hair crown of moonstone white jade on his head, and a long sword behind his back.

He remembered that apart from the sect leader Cheng Shuang, only Tang Yuanshan and Shi Yuan had no apprentices.

Then the other two people are disciples of Master Yuan Lin and Elder Yin Yan.

The apprentices of the Changtian Sword Sect seem to place great importance on talent, good fortune, character and virtue. These three inner sect heirs must be carefully selected one-in-a-million geniuses.

Yan Lin guessed in his heart, anyway, he would hang around here in the future, should he say hello to Guan Linyi.

When he hesitated and raised his head slightly to speak, a familiar coercion stepped into the hall, blocking his movements.

He cheered up all of a sudden, and suddenly turned his head to look at the door with a happy expression on his face.

"Yan is late."

Before the people arrived, the voice came first, his father's voice like a heavy bell resounded in Qingfeng Hall, and his tall body came towards him.

The dark blue brocade robe slightly sweeps the floor, the base is blue satin, the thickened silk belt is two palms wide, embroidered with the splendor of the Immortal House, the robe is embroidered with jade and gemstones in gold thread, the facial features are deep and majestic, and the jet-black hair is meticulous and crowned with golden crowns.

He rested his left hand on his left side, his right hand was behind his back, and the World-Shocking Scroll was pinned to his waist. As he walked, his clothes were turned upside down, and he was so menacing that people dared not look directly at him, and they couldn't help but want to avoid his sharpness.

Yan Jin followed closely behind, with a handsome and elegant face, a smile on the corner of his mouth, a slightly simple and elegant dress, and everyone who looked at him nodded in return.

Immortal Yiqing is not famous for his appearance skills.

But Yan Lin felt that those long and narrow eyes were deep, never as relaxed as his face.

Looking at them, Yan Lin still felt a tinge of joy in his heart, but he didn't expect to actually come to pick him up!

But... Although they were neatly dressed, their breathing was a little unsteady, and they must have rushed here from somewhere.

Standing on the high platform, Cheng Shuang saw Yan Zhentian striding forward with eager steps, so he hurried up to meet him.

"The master of the Banquet Palace has come from afar, and I have lost my way to welcome you. There is a special seat reserved for you here, please take a seat." He raised his hand as a signal.

Yan Zhentian raised his eyes and glanced at the elders above, and there were two vacant seats in the middle, without opening his mouth.

Afterwards, his eyes fell on Shi Yuan's body, and seeing the other party's cold and expressionless face, his face was ugly.

Originally, he took people to the top of Antarctica during the event, hoping to get a piece of 'non-melting ice' and practice it into a golden elixir to improve the quality of the magic weapon, but just a few days after arriving there, Yan Jin hurried over and explained to him After a while.

He flew over without saying a word.

Unexpectedly, this old man would still have his son's idea of ​​taking some kind of apprentice at his age!Can't fly directly?I just left for a trip, and actually made a contract directly!

He was so angry that he rushed over as fast as he could, and everyone was already standing in line, waiting to salute. If he really turned his face in front of the entire Changtian Sword Sect, it would undoubtedly be the two sects directly declaring war .

Yan Zhentian sullenly turned his head to look at Yan Lin.

When Yan Lin received his father's gaze, he quickly pursed his lips, his eyes were piercing and innocent, and he could only helplessly smile at his father.

A look of 'I can't help it' and 'I don't want to'.

Yan Zhentian squinted his eyes, staring at the sword pattern on his forehead, his blood surged, this is Shi Yuan's Heavenly Stem sword pattern...

Yan Zhentian withdrew his gaze and frowned slightly. After a moment of silence, he continued in a deep voice: "This Qinghe was injured and unconscious at the time. Elder Shi wanted to take him as a disciple. Yu Li should also inform our Haoran Immortal Mansion."

Yan Zhentian won't turn his face in public, but he doesn't want to give them a good look either.

This is forced to know the situation of the son, and it is always reasonable to ask for an explanation.

Shi Yuan glanced coldly, the height of the steps seemed to be looking down from top to bottom, his indifferent appearance seemed not ready to explain.

Yan Zhentian's face darkened.

Seeing this, Cheng Shuang on the side had no choice but to step forward and stand between them, stroked his beard, and smiled wrinkledly: "What is the master of Yan Palace talking about? More than that, if we send someone to inform your mansion that his cultivation might collapse below the foundation building level in a short time, I think you are unwilling to see such a situation."

Yan Zhentian frowned even tighter.

"At that time, we had no choice but to save people first. To repair the foundation of his dantian, junior brother didn't just spend decades of cultivation, but he also added a drop of the blood of the soul..." Cheng Shuang said with a complexion dignified.

Yan Lin was taken aback.

The blood of the soul?Why didn't I hear him mention it before... He thought it was just a matter of decades of cultivation...

Did you hurt yourself so badly?

Yan Zhentian and Yan Jin on the other side also changed their expressions.

Cheng Shuang looked at their faces, and continued with a troubled expression: "It is well known that the blood of the soul is not a master and disciple, and a Taoist companion, so it cannot be used, so... there is nothing we can do..."

This blood of the soul is tempered by the blood of the monk's heart and the soul of the soul. Every drop carries the power of the soul, and the soul is compatible.

It will even backfire...

The higher the cultivator's level, the more precious the blood of the soul is, and the power contained in it is powerful, and every drop of the blood of the soul is accompanied by irreparable damage.

This period of crossing the catastrophe... cannot be made up for by the treasures of heaven and earth.

Yan Zhentian's brows loosened, and his complexion softened a little. If it's really as he said, it's really no wonder...even, he should be grateful.

At this point, Yan Zhentian's expression was slightly disturbed, and his tone was low: "If that's the case, then it's Yan who was abrupt. If I was rude just now... please forgive me."

Yan Zhentian raised his hand and folded his hands.

Cheng Shuang smiled, and lowered his hand: "Where is the master of the banquet, now the auspicious time has come, since the master has caught up, please take your seat."

Yan Zhentian nodded and followed Cheng Shuang up the steps.

Yan Jin's eyes behind him were silent, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. In his current form, he could only stand aside.

But Yan Lin fell into deep thought when he heard Cheng Shuang's words.

He didn't know enough about the blood of the soul, and he didn't expect that the person receiving the blood must be a master-student and Taoist companion...

and many more!

Before that, when I regained my consciousness, I saw Shi Yuan in the previous life, using the blood of the soul to save a person. Now it seems that it can only be his apprentice or a Taoist companion...

But he has never heard of such an important matter as Jianzu accepting apprentices and Taoist companions...

Was it someone who appeared after his death?For 300 years, with such a sacrifice, who is he saving?

Why did you accept him as an apprentice now?

Before he could think it over carefully, Tang Yuanshan, who was in the upper position, suddenly said, "Since the seventh junior brother has no objections, I will also let my apprentice come over to meet..."

As he spoke, he yelled towards the door: "Come in."

Yan Lin forcibly withdrew his thoughts, and looked back to the door.

A pair of white-soled silver boots stepped in——

Yan Lin froze, his pupils shrank.

An Jinnian——!