The seller of the heavens

Taoist Xuanling took Jiang Chen back to the palace and asked:

"The Kunlun School has many methods of practice. I don't know which one you want to take: Talisman, Alchemy, Artifact Refining, Formation, Magic, or Flying Sword?"

Although Jiang Chen wanted to say that I want them all, he finally replied rationally:

"The disciple has some foundation in the art of controlling the sword, so he wants to practice the way of the sword."

"Alright, then you can practice this Canghai Sword Art first, and you can ask me if you don't understand anything."

Xuanling Taoist said, raising his hand a little, a flash of spiritual light shot out from his fingertips, and suddenly sank into Jiang Chen's eyebrows.

The spiritual light is full of the information of Canghai Sword Art, which was imprinted in Jiang Chen's mind.

"Thank you, Master."

Jiang Chen sensed the sword formula in his mind, thanked him quickly, and then asked:

"I heard that Qiu Yiye mentioned that the Kunlun School's top school is the Wanxiang Sword Art?"

Seeing his idea of ​​using the Wanxiang Sword Art, Taoist Xuanling couldn't help warning:

"You are just getting started, so don't be so ambitious. The Wanxiang Sword Art is all-encompassing and contains the magic principles of the universe. In this sect, only true disciples can practice it.

You'd better practice the Canghai Sword Art well, if you can master the Cang Hai Sword Art to great success within ten years, I can give you the title of True Inheritance. "

In order to encourage Jiang Chen, Xuanling Taoist casually stated an impossible goal.

"yes."

Jiang Chen responded when he heard the words, and made up his mind to practice Canghai Sword Art as soon as possible.

Taoist Xuanling saw that he looked determined, as if he had full confidence in becoming a true disciple, so he couldn't help laughing secretly: It's true that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

Although the Canghai Sword Art is not as good as the Wanxiang Sword Art, it is still an extremely loud and unique art. Even a genius can't practice it in twenty or thirty years, let alone ten years.

He didn't mean to be sarcastic either, he just waved his hand and said:

"I still have to practice, and I will let your elder brother help you with related entry matters."

As he spoke, he took out the talisman to summon his first disciple Li Changsheng.

A moment later, a thin old Taoist priest with white beard and hair came to the palace with his sword light, and bowed to Taoist Xuanling:

"Master."

Taoist Xuanling pointed to Jiang Chen and said:

"This is a newly recruited disciple for the teacher, you take him to handle the entry matters."

"yes."

Li Changsheng responded respectfully, and then said to Jiang Chen:

"Junior brother, come with me."

Jiang Chen nodded, followed Li Changsheng and left the palace.

After walking a few steps, I heard Taoist Xuanling's wild voice behind me:

"Keep playing music, keep dancing!"

Afterwards, there was another burst of leisurely silk bamboo and soft singing, presumably Taoist Xuanling was watching a song and dance performance again.

Li Changsheng walked without looking sideways, with a straight face and serious expression, as if he didn't hear the voice behind him at all.

He and Jiang Chen talked about the precautions after entering the school, and brought Jiang Chen to a courtyard, and asked Jiang Chen to receive the inner disciple's robes, dharma swords, talismans, and a set of daily necessities.

Afterwards, he brought Jiang Chen to a row of houses on the mountainside, pointed to some vacant rooms and said:

"You can choose any house as your residence. Is there anything else you don't understand?"

Jiang Chen: "Not anymore."

Li Changsheng said indifferently with a businesslike look:

"In that case, I'm leaving, and come find me if you don't understand anything."

Having said that, the impatient look on his face seemed to say don't bother me.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Jiang Chen to respond, he turned around and left, and the driving sword light disappeared.

Jiang Chen didn't care about Li Changsheng's indifferent attitude. He joined the Kunlun Sect to cultivate immortals, and he didn't want to have a relationship with others.

I chose a house, cleaned it briefly after entering the house, and then started to arrange it.

After everything was done, Jiang Chen changed into the feather robe again.

This robe should be made of special material, extremely thin and light, but it also contains a certain amount of spiritual power and has a certain defensive power.

Jiang Chen picked up the Dharma sword he had just received, flicked it lightly with his fingers, and the sword body trembled, making a crisp sound of ding.

"Although the quality of this dharma sword is good, it is still much worse than the Qingzhi sword."

After checking for a while, Jiang Chen threw the magic sword into the portable space, and was about to practice when he heard a knock on the door.

When I opened the door, I saw two men and a woman standing outside, three young people.

"Are you a new junior brother? We are your senior brother and sister..."

A tall and strong young man spoke enthusiastically, and then introduced them. It turns out that these three people are also disciples of Taoist Xuanling, named Han Feng, Song Yuan, and Luo Xiaoyin.

"You can call me Jiang Chen."

"We are all brothers of the same sect, we need to interact more in the future."

With a friendly smile on Han Feng's face, he said:

"Eldest brother brought you here just now. Don't blame the elder brother for his bad temper. He has entered the Kunlun School and practiced hard for more than 80 years. Seeing that his life expectancy is approaching but he still has no hope of becoming an immortal, it is inevitable that he will be a little anxious."

Jiang Chen suddenly realized, it's no wonder that Li Changsheng kept a straight face, full of resentment.

Luo Xiaoyin sighed, and said with concern:

"Sigh, it's not that easy to become an immortal. Maybe in another fifty or sixty years, we will be like the elder brother. There are hundreds of disciples in the sect, and the only ones who are expected to become immortals may be those four true disciples."

Song Yuan was also deeply moved.

Han Feng said in relief:

"Junior Sister Luo, why should you be discouraged? Even if we can't become immortals in the end, we have learned many spells. We can travel across the mountains and rivers and live freely for a lifetime. Compared with all living beings, we are already very lucky."

As he said that, he looked at Jiang Chen curiously and asked:

"Junior Brother Jiang, it's not the time to accept apprentices in the sect recently, why did you enter the sect at this time?"

Jiang Chen briefly talked about his situation, saying that he is an art investment teacher.

After that, I chatted with the three of them for a while, and gradually became acquainted.

The three of Han Feng had a kind and cheerful personality, and they took Jiang Chen to walk around the door, familiarizing themselves with the surroundings of the door before leaving.

After the three of them left, Jiang Chen went back to his room, sat cross-legged on the futon, closed his eyes, and activated his super-speed learning ability.

This is the mutant ability he took from Tianqi, which allows people to quickly learn all kinds of knowledge.

At this moment when the ability is activated, Jiang Chen is like taking NZT pills, his brain instantly enters an overclocking state, and various auras flicker in his mind.

He flipped through the Canghai Sword Art in his mind.

The mind sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, as if seeing a figure holding a divine sword, demonstrating the Canghai Sword Art one move at a time.

The Canghai Sword Art opens and closes, majestic and domineering, the sword's momentum is like a vast ocean, surging and surging, and the sword energy sweeps like a stormy sea, rushing for thousands of miles.

Jiang Chen's eyeballs rolled quickly under his eyelids, and the Canghai Sword Art was slowly digested and absorbed by him, and various enlightenments arose in his heart.

"First this...then this...then this...I see."

After a while, Jiang Chen opened his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, like a sword aura.

He looked at the room. The space in the room was too small for swordsmanship. He opened the door immediately, flew over several mountains with the sword light, and saw a lake.

Jiang Chen held the Qingzhi sword and floated down on the lake. His body was as light as nothing, and he stepped on the mirror-like lake without causing the slightest ripple.

Turn on Quicksilver Time and practice swordsmanship.

The surrounding world seemed to freeze instantly, motionless.

The sword light danced like a frightened bird.

The sword energy swept across the sky, and the waves surged.

Under the traction of an invisible force, the surrounding spiritual energy continuously gathered and poured into Jiang Chen's body.

The lake water was twisted by the sword energy, exploding groups of sprays, but in the quick silver time, the formation speed of the sprays was slowed down thousands of times, making it appear magnificent and strange.

Once, twice, three times... ten times... a hundred times... five hundred times... a thousand times.