Infinite Pavilion.

"Uncle Long, the head of the sect has been in retreat for half a year......"

"How could Senior Brother be in retreat at this time......?

Wuji Pavilion is the main hall of Shumen on weekdays, the two of Long Ao astronomical soldiers came here, and they were greeted not by the senior brother who had not seen him for many years, but by the second generation of the eldest disciple Ling Rui.

"Yes, the head master is about to break through the Yuan Dan realm, and this is a critical moment, but Uncle Long doesn't have to worry, Uncle Long already knew that Uncle Long would come in half a year before the retreat, so I asked me to hand over this thing to you!"

Ling Rui took out an unopened letterhead from his body and handed it to Long Aotian.

"A Qingdao Changguo is an extraordinary person, and the things will be counted in half a year, then he must know our intentions!"

Wen Bing watched Long Aotian take the brocade box, and there was no trace of surprise, so he smiled and whispered, how did he know that this soft word was heard by Ling Rui.

"Uncle Shi also said, after Uncle Long opened the letterhead, there was something to hand over to the distinguished guest. ”

Ling Rui nodded to Wen Bing, and then said.

"Wait a minute......

After speaking, Lingrui left the main hall.

"I, my honorable guest, is the Taoist even a boy?"

Wen Bing looked at the back of Lingrui leaving, and shook his head helplessly.

"The heart and sword are one, and you can fight a strong enemy!"

Long Aotian muttered the contents of the letterhead.

"What do you mean?"

Wen Bing said.

"It should be the senior brother's strategy to defend against the enemy, and the heart and sword are one......"

Long Aotian thought about it, but Wen Bing didn't understand it at all.

In the blink of an eye, the departing Lingrui returned again with a brocade box in both hands.

"Distinguished guest, this is what the master gave you!"

Lingrui handed the brocade box to Wen Bing, Wen Bing saw this, quietly hesitated, and saw Long Aotian on the side nodding slightly, before slowly taking the brocade box.

The brocade box was about three feet long, and the wooden surface was wrapped in a dark red cloth, and the soldier held it in his hand and carefully opened the lock on one side......

"Wine Fairy Sword ......"

Seeing the objects in the brocade box, Long Aotian suddenly lost his voice.

"Is that the name of the sword?"

Wen Bing didn't have a too surprised expression, just a sword, for Shumen, where everyone practiced swordsmanship, it was a very ordinary thing. Although Wen Bing is a distinguished guest in Lingrui's mouth, but before Mo said that he had an intersection with Shumen, even this name was the first time he heard of it, so it is normal for people to give you something when they meet, and it is consistent with the "noble guest" in Lingrui's mouth before, as for whether it is valuable, Wen Bing has no idea, after all, he is now the first person in the Chinese wealth list, and the total asset value of his company is "rich and rivaled" It's not an exaggeration to say, so people give you a little bit of heart for everything, Xu is a Qing Daoist knows that Wen Bing is a cultivator before he sends a sword, and in fact, Wen Bing really doesn't have a weapon of his own!

"The Wine Fairy Sword is the treasure of my sect, although not all of the predecessors who used this sword were the masters, but at least they were also respected elders in the sect......"

Listening to Long Aotian's explanation, and then looking at the doubts on his face, Wen Bing's eyes widened, it turned out that this seemingly ordinary long sword was actually the treasure of the town faction, the so-called uselessness, when he first arrived in Xianmen, how could the other party give such a generous gift to himself?

"This Dao Master, is there a mistake? I'm just a kid who accompanied the Dragon Team, how can I accept such a valuable gift from the Immortal Gate?"

"It's not wrong, Uncle Shi said, this "Wine Fairy Sword" wants me to hand it over to the distinguished guests who came with Uncle Long, is it ...... Uncle Long is there anyone else traveling with you?"

Ling Rui pretended to be puzzled and looked at Long Aotian.

"It's just me. ”

Long Aotian nodded and said.

"Then it won't be wrong, please be sure to accept it!"

Ling Rui stretched out his right hand and pointed to the brocade box sword in Wen Bing's hand.

"Since it was arranged by the senior brother, it must not be wrong, you can accept it......

"This ......"

Seeing this, Wen Bing still had no intention of accepting it calmly, the so-called merit is not punished, and if he took other people's things, did he want to do things for others? But the two of them obviously had a request for others on this trip!

"Even if it is arranged by the senior brother, there must be his reason. ”

Long Aotian patted Wen Bing's shoulder and motioned for him to accept it again.

"Okay, then I'll take a look first, but boy, I've never practiced kendo......"

"Forehead ......"

Hearing this, Wen Bing reached out and touched the sword body, and as soon as he touched the cold hilt, the entire long sword disappeared into the brocade box in an instant, and then turned into a streamer, which instantly sank into Wen Bing's palm......

A stinging pain came to his heart, Wen Bing gritted his teeth and endured it, fortunately, this stinging pain was only a few seconds, in the eyes of Long Aotian and Ling Rui, Wen Bing was nothing other than a dense layer of sweat oozing out of his forehead, but the sudden disappearance of this sword was a little surprising!

"Oh, uncle...... This, this ......"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ling Rui was stunned, and he actually screamed out loudly, as if he had lost the treasure of his own sect.

And Long Aotian on the side was naturally dumbfounded, staring at Wen Bing's somewhat ugly face.

"Creep...... This ......"

……

After a long time, Wen Bing's face gradually regained his clarity, and the stinging pain in his heart had long since disappeared, but then a burst of memories forced into his brain followed......

After this obscure memory was slowly absorbed by himself, he turned around and smiled at Long Aotian.

"Dragons ......"

After nodding to Long Aotian, Wen Bing stretched out his right palm that had just touched the hilt of the sword.

"Palm Sword!"

Seeing this, Long Aotian immediately lost his voice.

"No wonder, the way I looked at you just now was a little painful......"

"The First Qing Daoist has taught me two exercises!"

Wen Bing nodded and explained to Long Aotian.

"Congratulations, no, it's the junior brother, I got the true inheritance of the master, the "Wine Fairy Sword" turned into the palm of the junior brother, I believe that the "Imperial Sword Technique" must also be passed on to the junior brother, right?"

Listening to the conversation between the two, Ling Rui also understood the intention of the head of the Qing Dao, although he still didn't know the purpose of the trip between the two of them, but seeing the head of the master doing this, a fool can guess that they must have asked for the head of the master, of course, the premise is that you have to trust the "divination" of the head of the Qing Dao!

"Yes, Xiaobing, the key to the exercises is forced into the brain, it is better to strike while the iron is hot, and turn the memory into a move in a short period of time, it just so happens that I also want to see how the art of resisting the enemy that my senior brother sent to us is?"

Listening to what the two of them said, Wen Bing nodded slowly, in fact, after these memories entered his mind, his hands were ready to move, and a series of moves and spells were wandering back and forth in his mind, driving his limbs uncontrollably to stimulate them!