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

Perhaps because they sensed Guan Linyi's displeasure, apart from the wailing on the ground, the disciples of the Changtian Sword Sect all lowered their heads, their bodies were tense, and they dared not speak. They could only secretly look at them from the corner of their eyes. Brother's face.

Guan Linyi is the direct descendant of Elder Shu Yuan, but his temperament is not as free and unrestrained as his master, and his self-denial and self-discipline are somewhat similar to the indifference of Jian Zu.

He is very talented, and he is obsessed with swordsmanship. He has never let up for many years, and his attachment to it is far beyond ordinary people, so his understanding of swordsmanship is also very high. It looks like filth in the eyes, and it must be disgusted in the heart.

At this moment, his face was frosty, the cold air was pressing, and his disgust was undisguised.

The natal sword disappeared in his palm, staring at everyone on the ground with sharp eyes, and said coldly: "No one is qualified."

The cold and decisive sentence instantly made those people's faces turn pale. After looking at each other, they looked at the young white-clothed sword cultivator in front of them in panic.

In order to come here, some people searched for all kinds of classic exercises and studied hard for more than a year, some left their original sects, and some even gave up their original cultivation methods... In order to come to this hall, they Everything has been done!

How can you lose so easily and admit defeat!

Some of them held back the severe pain in their chests, propped their swords on the ground, and a few strands of hair fell on their faces, quite embarrassed.

"Also, please give us one more chance!"

He lowered his head heavily!

The cultivator lowered his head, already forbearance, and even threw his face to the ground for the request.

But Guan Linyi just glanced at it indifferently, his eyes looked like an endless cold pool and ice field, he turned around without paying attention, and the square was instantly silent.

"To lose is to lose. Without a single spiritual root, without the talent of swordsmanship, such a talentless person is doomed to be mediocre. My Changtian Sword Sect wants a direct successor, not a useless person who can't even be regarded as an inner disciple."

A calm sentence is like a sword formation, and every word is like a cold sharp knife piercing into their chests.

The eyes that held a glimmer of hope opened suddenly, the last faint flame died out, and the straight back instantly lost the strength to support it.

As soon as the hand holding the sword was loosened, the long sword suddenly fell to the ground, making a loud cry.

The other disciples of the Changtian Sword Sect could only lower their heads, with inexplicable sympathy on their faces.

Brother Guan is notoriously strict, and they had expected this situation long ago by asking him to be in charge of the preliminary screening.

This is the case above the way of the sword. Talent and understanding determine everything. If it is just an ordinary sword, how can it enter the largest sword mound of the Changtian Sword Sect? What's more, the apprentices are the ones they most admire. myth.

Although the current apprentice has disappeared, they have seen the competition in the proving ground. It is amazing talent, a rising star, and the senior brother may not necessarily have the upper hand in the scene at that time, so they are convinced.

So, if it is not an outstanding sword embryo, how can it temper the sharp blade of a magic weapon.

They pursed their lips and remained silent.

Seeing the sword that was supposed to be inseparable from life and death fell on the ground, Guan Linyi's eyes darkened, and his expression became even more ugly. He glanced at the hall in front of him, his eyes fixed, then turned into a stream of light, and disappeared in place.

In the quiet room at the back of Qingfeng Hall, white smoke curled up from the incense burner in the corner. The white-haired old man in complicated clothes was sitting in front of the desk. There were two flag boxes beside him. On the table was an endgame. Ying, he frowned slightly, propped his chin with one hand, seemed to be thinking about something seriously, and after a while, he raised his hand and slowly picked up a black chess piece.

Just when he was about to let go, Guan Linyi appeared in the house.

The hand holding the chess froze.

"The head is well." Guan Linyi saluted respectfully.

"En." Cheng Shuang stared at the chess game on the table without squinting: "How about the preliminary screening?"

Guan Linyi raised his head, his calm expression still carried the cold frost just now, coupled with the quickness and ruthlessness of his swordsmanship, his whole person was like a sharp sword made of ice, with a sharp aura, even if it was just a normal expression, it still made people feel Hold your breath.

His dark eyes stared at Cheng Shuang: "No one is qualified."

Five words as always.

Cheng Shuang didn't make a sound, just settled the black chess in his hand with a slap, the chess situation changed, but the black chess that was fighting fiercely didn't bring about a new situation, instead, it fought more closely with the white chess, just like before. A handful of firewood was added to the uncontrollable fire.

"Keep looking."

Guan Linyi didn't answer and didn't leave. He recalled the competition between Yan Lin and An Jinnian in the trial field. The figures of the two seemed to be still in front of him. He stood there for a long time before he said, "I don't understand , Although the younger brother is missing now, but he has excellent qualifications, why do you insist on re-election?"

Hearing the words "junior brother", Cheng Shuang raised his eyes and looked at the young sword cultivator in front of him. He loved this nephew very much. He usually didn't talk much, but he had a pure heart and no distractions. With his attainments, he might surpass him in the future. Master, you have achieved some kendo.

Since addressing him as junior is acknowledging the other party, this kid has a very high vision since he joined the sect, there are a lot of people in his generation who are not used to it, and only a few are convinced.

It is still strange today.

But then Guan Linyi added another sentence: "What's more, Uncle Seven also likes it."

When the words "Uncle Seven also likes" fell into his ears, Cheng Shuang's stern gaze sharpened, and there was a hint of coldness, but Guan Linyi didn't shy away from it, and looked straight at the master.

Looking at each other for a moment, Cheng Shuang sighed, looked away, raised his hand and squeezed another white chess piece.

"You don't need to care about the reason, you just need to listen to the master uncle's words honestly, the uncle has lived a long time, and he is not a child, so he will make trouble for no reason, besides, the junior brother himself personally agrees. "

As he said that the white chess in his hand fell, a trace of unknown meaning appeared on his awe-inspiring face.

Guan Linyi glanced at the chess game, his expression was difficult to distinguish.

"Why is Uncle Seven injured?"

How many sword cultivators in the crossing tribulation period can really hurt him to the point of retreat?

No, he can't think of any of them. A tie is only one or two. It is absolutely impossible to hurt him, so he can only think of one possibility.

He was wounded voluntarily.

The arc of Cheng Shuang's mouth was hidden, and the air pressure in the quiet room dropped sharply, with an imperceptible anger faintly, and Wia turned into sharp and small sword energy.

Cheng Shuang turned his head, looked up at the young disciple beside him, and said in a deep voice, "Remember, you shouldn't ask, and never say a word."

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Lower bound

In fact, Yan Lin had mentioned to Han Qisheng to leave that day, but before he could say a few words, someone stopped him and insisted on making him stay for a while.

It's not a bad thing to stay for a while after wandering around without a fixed place for a while.

Having nothing to do, Yan Lin casually asked about what happened after they beheaded Gao Ling.

According to Han Qisheng, on the day Gao Ling died, there was a vision in the sky, and everyone in the town noticed something was wrong, but they had been oppressed and exploited on weekdays, and if there was any abnormality in the sky, it would be Gao Ling's actions, and there would always be bad things Something happened, so they didn't dare to get close at all, they could only hide in the room and watch the vision gradually disappear.

They hid for a whole day, and they didn't react until the young man who had been standing beside Gao Ling informed them that Gao Ling was dead.

Some of them didn't believe it, so the young man led them into the Gao Mansion. Although they didn't see Gao Ling's body, they believed this fact when they saw the terrified servants scattered everywhere, and the empty ground still stained with blood.

Joy and long-standing emotions erupted in an instant. Some people cried, some laughed, and they were in a mess for a while.

At this moment they understood that they were finally freed.

Two years later, when Han Qisheng came here, the town has changed its appearance, life is peaceful and peaceful, no doubt like an ordinary town, but Han Qisheng is a cultivator after all, so he can naturally see some evil spirits that ordinary people can't see.

Following the breath, he found the Gaofu, and found that it was already a deserted building. Although there were still some traces of the formation, it had lost any spiritual power, and it had obviously been destroyed by high-ranking monks.

Afterwards, he followed the evil spirit to the place where Gaoling had been harmed, and met Little Bell in another deserted village.

At that time, she was dressed in ragged clothes and her hair was disheveled. Her small body was curled up in a collapsed wooden house. Her bright eyes were silently staring at Han Qisheng standing in front of her. She neither ran away in panic nor begged like normal. The children gathered around.

The two stared at each other, but Han Qisheng was the first to lose.

With a Hexi smile on his face, the good man took out the pastry from the storage bag and took it in his hand: "Are you hungry?"

The little girl's gaze immediately fell on the pastry without blinking.

Han Qisheng took a step forward tentatively and cautiously.

Looking at the snow-white temptation in front of her dark eyes, she couldn't resist, and stretched out her hand vigilantly and slowly.

A small bell is strung with a red string on the slender wrist. The stain has covered the color of the red string. There is nothing in the bell, and there is no sound. The dirty little hand is in stark contrast to the clean and white pastry. Han Qisheng stood On one side, the smile widens at the corners of the mouth.

In this way, he tricked the child into his hands with a few pieces of pastries.

Outside the grass and wood house, there is a deck chair in the middle of the yard, rocking gently back and forth, Yan Lin is lying on it leisurely, with a bamboo hat covering his face, the sun is shining brightly, the temperature of the sun is lightly touching the skin, and the breeze is blowing, Still with a trace of coolness.

Just experienced a night rain last night, the air is still filled with the smell of wet soil, the path outside the courtyard is full of mud, the green grass on the roadside is stained with the rain and mud, but the sky is blue.

The silence and tranquility are mixed with some small sounds, rustling endlessly.

Lifting the hat slightly, Yan Lin glanced at the little girl sitting obediently on the bench beside her. She held a bunch of candied haws in her hand, her cheeks were pink, her bright eyes were fixed on the red candy in her hand, and her little feet kept moving There was a small bell strung up with a red thread on one foot, the empty belly of the bell made no sound, and the red string paired with the little snow-white feet looked cute and cute.

The corners of Yan Lin's mouth rose slightly.