Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Lin Chongxiao!

The true biography of the genius of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, made Tuoba a arrogant genius who did not accept his heirs for ten years.

Lin Chongxiao, the elder brother of Instructor Lin, let him swing his sword for ten years and wasted Lin Chongxiao.

"Thank you, my fellow Daoist, for helping me break through my brother Shen's confusion and giving him a chance to turn back."

In his mind, Lin Chongxiao turned to Han Muye again.

Han Muye watched thousands of swords, and it was the first time he saw his own consciousness in the picture.

Looking at Lin Chongxiao in the picture, he didn't know how to reply.

"You, are you really Lin Chongxiao?"

He spoke in a low voice, and he didn't know if Lin Chongxiao could hear it in his mind.

When his voice fell, Lin Chongxiao nodded in his mind, and then shook his head again.

"I'm Lin Chongxiao, but I'm not."

"I'm just a trace of Lin Chongxiao's obsession. I can't bear to dissipate it and hide it in the sword."

"For so many years, I have been able to live forever. It is the soul of Shen brother who has been nourished by his obsession."

Speaking of this, Lin Chongxiao said in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist, you can think of me as the spirit of the sword, or you can regard me as a remnant."

"I have no threat to fellow Daoists, and I have no power to threaten."

"If it wasn't for the Daoist friend who was inspired by the sword energy, I would not be able to communicate with the Daoist friend even if I wanted to."

This Lin Chongxiao is shrewd and knows that for practitioners, the most real thing is their own safety.

If this Lin Chongxiao would threaten Han Muye's safety, Han Muye would immediately find a way to destroy him.

Looking at the picture in his mind, Han Muye's hand holding the long sword suddenly loosened.

Lin Chongxiao wanted to say something else, but could only helplessly dissipate.

The picture dissipated, and nothing remained.

It seems that what Lin Chongxiao said is true, he is just a remnant soul, not a threat to himself.

Holding the hilt of the sword again, the sword energy penetrated, and Lin Chongxiao handed over with a helpless smile.

"Fellow Daoist, I am now relying on your sword qi to manifest, and when the sword qi is withdrawn, I will dissipate."

Speaking of this, he raised his head and bowed with a sincere face: "Fellow Daoist, please help me to call my brother Shen, don't let him break the path of cultivation."

Calling Teacher Lin?

Han Muye pondered for a while and said in a low voice, "How to call?"

"He spent ten years of hard cultivation, and once his Taoist heart was broken, I am afraid that he will not have the opportunity to improve his cultivation in this life."

The current Han Muye is not a cultivator.

Cultivation and cultivation of the mind, if you don't have your own way in your heart, no matter how many years you spend, it will be useless.

Lin Shen is like this now.

"Fellow Daoist, wielding thousands of swords, splitting rocks and destroying mountains is not my creation."

Lin Chongxiao spoke in a low voice.

"Back then, I was exploring a secret place with a few brothers and sisters and got some incomplete exercises, which are recorded in the records."

"I know that Brother Shen's aptitude is not enough, so before he falls, I tell him to cultivate this method to make up for his lack of diligence."

"I left a remnant of my soul in the sword, and I also wanted to help him in his cultivation."

"It's just," Lin Chongxiao said with a wry smile, "I didn't expect Brother Shen to practice this method directly instead of a minor."

"He doesn't have enough cultivation, so he can't inspire the power of my remnant soul. I can only help him."

This is really wrong.

Lin Chongxiao did not hesitate to keep the remnant of his soul in the sword and wanted to help Lin Shen.

As a result, Lin Shen insisted on practicing what Lin Chongxiao said about swinging his sword ten thousand times, but he ignored his own cultivation, resulting in insufficient cultivation and unable to stimulate the power of the remnant soul.

"I originally thought that with my strength, within ten years, I would be able to help my younger brother build the foundation of Taoism and become the heir to Sanshizhai."

"In this way, my wish is fulfilled."

In the picture, a look of loneliness flashed across Lin Chongxiao's face, and then he cupped his hands and said, "If you can condense such a strong sword spirit, the realm of kendo cultivation will definitely reach the sky."

"Chongxiao asks fellow Daoist to take action and call on Brother Shen."

Looking at Lin Chongxiao in the picture, Han Muye did not speak.

Although he is not as high in kendo cultivation as Lin Chongxiao thought, he has full-level comprehension, and it is not difficult to guide Lin Shen.

It's just that Lin Chongxiao's remnant soul in the sword weapon was aroused today, which made him a little surprised.

There are tens of thousands of swords hidden in the sword pavilion, how many swords have remnants residing in them?

If these remnant souls are all obsessed, ask him to complete them, and he will agree one by one?

Then don't be too busy.

"Fellow Daoist, I found out that the secret place of the exercise fragment was a little mysterious. If fellow Daoist can help my brother Shen, I would like to tell you the location of this secret place."

In the picture, Lin Chongxiao spoke again.

"This remnant of my soul, the only thing I can take out is this secret."

Discover the secret place of the practice.

The method of wielding thousands of swords is not unusual. There may be other good things in such a secret place.

Even if he didn't, Lin Chongxiao could pay the price and help him by himself, and it wasn't a free shot.

"it is good."

Han Muye nodded, stretched out his hand to hold the long sword, turned around and left.

When he reached the door, Lu Gao was slightly taken aback when he saw him come out with his sword in hand.

"I'll go around."

Han Muye walked straight down the nine stone steps.

Looking at his back, Lu Gao turned to look at the sword pavilion, and then a dazed look flashed across his face.

"I'm just the gatekeeper of the sword pavilion, not the sword watcher..."

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At the mountain gate of Jiuxuan Jianmen, a green wooden carriage was parked under the mountain gate building.

Lin Yuxia, who was wearing a long pink dress, stood beside the carriage and looked at Lin Shen who was sitting in front of the frame.

"Second brother, are you really willing to go down the mountain?"

Lin Yuxia looked at the emaciated Lin Shen and whispered distressedly.

"Hehe, what's wrong with going down the mountain?" Lin Shen laughed, turned to look at the tall courtyard behind him, and a tingling flashed in his eyes.

"Forget it, I'll go back and live a good life. When you come home next time, maybe you'll be able to hug your little nephew."

Lin Shen grinned, but the corners of his eyes were a little wet.

"Remember, UU reading www.uukanshu.com what you said, when my boy grows up, you will lead him to practice."

Lin Yuxia bit her lip, with tears in her eyes, she nodded lightly.

Breaking the path of cultivation in this life is a great pain for anyone.

"Then, second brother, are you really not going to say goodbye to Uncle Tuoba and the others?" Lin Yuxia said in a low voice, looking at the deserted surroundings.

Lin Shen left quietly, without notifying anyone, not even saying goodbye to his master.

"I'm not the eldest brother, Master, he won't care." Lin Shen shook his head, raised his hand, and pulled the reins straight.

"Girl, it's a good chance to become famous at the Jiu Xuan Jian Sect's party."

"Don't fall into the name of the eldest brother Sanshi Qinghu, like me."

Lin Yuxia nodded, and the tears finally rolled down.

"Haha, my sword cultivator is invincible at the same level."

"Swing swords thousands of times, cracking rocks and destroying mountains."

"Ten years of absurdity, I woke up from a dream..."

With a flick of the reins, the carriage slowly moved forward.

The rut pressed against the bluestone slab and creaked.

Bean-sized tears rolled down Lin Shen's eyes. He turned his head gently and looked at the tall gate behind him.

Nine Profound Sword Gate.

This life may be the last time I see it.

"Teacher Lin."

At this moment, a voice sounded.

Wearing a white robe and holding a big sword, Han Muye walked like a fly, passed through the gate, and came to the carriage.

Lin Shen grabbed the reins and chuckled, "It's rare, I thought no one would come to see me off."

"I didn't come to see you off."

Han Muye shook his head and raised the long sword in his hand.

"Your eldest brother said that it is true that if you swing a sword ten thousand times, it will break rocks and destroy mountains."

"You, are you still repairing?"