This...... This is the Sword Pavilion?

Chen Changan looked at the old man with a somewhat stiff face, then turned his head to look at the luxurious attic not far away, and was a little unacceptable for a while, "Old man, this can't be the sword pavilion of our Ten Thousand Swords Sect, right?"

The old man smiled and shrugged his shoulders and pouted to the side.

Chen Changan looked in the direction of the old man's mouth, and sure enough, at the door of the house, there was an inconspicuous erection of a tattered signboard, on which the words "Sword Pavilion" were written crookedly, Chen Changan just glanced at it, and covered his head and shouted, "No, these two words can't be written by the old man, right?"

Seeing that Chen Changan just glanced at the word "Sword Pavilion" and had no other reaction, the brilliance in the old man's eyes dimmed slightly, but he still opened his mouth to explain: "Yes, these two words were indeed written by the old man himself." ”

After taking a few steps forward, the old man turned around, was silent for a moment, and said, "The house is indeed dilapidated, after all, I am the only old man who lives alone for so many years." ”

Keeping it as it was still made me feel a sense of belonging. It's just that the old man didn't say this.

Chen Changan seemed to notice that the old man was in a strange mood, but he didn't ask any more questions, and slowly followed the old man, and the hunchbacked old man in front of him slowly coincided with the figure in his memory.

The old man seemed to have discovered Chen Changan's situation, and glanced at it slightly, but he did not stop at his feet, walked into the house, pointed to a side room and said: "You can live here in the future, I don't have any rules here, just stay by yourself." ”

With that, the figure disappeared at the door of the room.

Chen Changan retracted some of his thoughts and looked around, not disgusted with the tattered Sword Pavilion, but felt extremely cordial, just like returning to the village, Chen Changan's heart that had been tense finally let go a lot.

When he arrived at the side room, Chen Changan sat on the somewhat hard board bed, and then spread his arms and lay down straight and straight, and the board bed that no one had slept on for a long time made an overwhelming squeak, followed by the sound of the wooden board breaking and the earth-shattering howl.

......

In the other room, the old man listened to the movement outside, the corners of his mouth twitched, his eyes were slightly distracted, he immediately shook his head, sighed and said to himself: "Brother, your disciple has a bit of the style you had back then. ”

Gently placed a sword in his hand on the shelf that had existed for an unknown number of years, waved his sleeves, and a light went straight to Chen Changan's room, followed by a voice.

"You kid made such a big move, and you didn't let people rest?

When Chen Changan heard this voice, he hurriedly stopped howling, got up, glanced at the sky outside, and then secretly muttered: "It's not dark yet, the old man goes to bed so early, can't it be impossible?"

was still chattering, and suddenly a force hit Chen Changan's chest, although it didn't hurt, but it was to throw Chen Changan back on the broken bed board again.

Chen Changan got up with a spirit, turned around and was about to babble a few words, but thinking of his embarrassed appearance just now, he hurriedly lowered his head and pretended to tidy up his clothes.

"Okay, stop pretending, what are you doing under my nose? On the table is the clothes of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, you change into them first, and other things will be talked about tomorrow." ”

"Oh, got it. I picked up the white robe on the table casually, found that it felt very comfortable, and rubbed it on my face before changing it unhurriedly.

"It's so beautiful!" Chen Changan stroked the pattern of the sword embroidered on the cuffs, there was a sword on the back, but the swords in the two places were very different.

The giant sword on the back is exactly the same as the extraterrestrial sword that holds up the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and it seems to be the symbol of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, but the sword at the cuff has a different style, but this appearance, Chen Changan has never seen it, I think it should be a unique pattern of the Sword Pavilion, right?

After admiring himself for a while, Chen Changan caught a glimpse of the sky outside, so he had to quickly clean up and prepare to rest, but when he looked back and saw the still collapsed bed, Chen Changan's face drooped again, and he had no choice but to lay the floor for a while.

It took a long time for Chen Changan to finally lie down, and he didn't know if he was too tired during the day, or for some reason, just after dipping his pillow, Chen Changan fell asleep.

I don't know how long, Chen Changan appeared in a bizarre world, only the size of a room under his feet, and all that was left was the flow of four-colored light, and suddenly, a shadow appeared in front of Chen Changan's eyes, holding a sword, which seemed to be comparing sword moves, a total of eighteen styles, and finally the move was to leave two big words of sword qi in mid-air, which was the word "Sword Pavilion"!

Chen Changan suddenly realized that the word "Sword Pavilion", which was not surprising and crooked, actually contained eighteen sword moves, and without thinking about it, Chen Changan followed the shadow and compared, over and over again, and there seemed to be no time flowing.

When Chen Changan was dreaming, in another room, the sword that had not moved for ten thousand years suddenly shook, and one after another sword qi spread out and converged towards the room where Chen Changan was.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at Chen Changan's location, as if his eyes could see Chen Changan directly through the heavy walls.

He muttered softly, "Have sword qi?"

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched slightly, as if he was a little relieved.

The night just passed in a flash, Chen Changan woke up early, only to find that he should have been full of energy after a night's rest, but now he is weak and sore, and his hands can't be lifted a little, what's going on? Could it be that I was beaten by the old man after I fell asleep last night?

As for learning the sword in his dream, Chen Changan forgot everything and never remembered it at all.

But it's already dawn, so you can't go back and sleep again, right? Time can't be wasted like this, but he, Chen Changan, still has some heavy responsibilities on his shoulders, so he can't be so slack.

As soon as he went out, he saw the old man sitting cross-legged in the middle of the courtyard, looking up, seeing the old man's expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Chen Changan felt more and more that the old man must have done something to him last night, so his eyes became a little inexplicable.

The old man knew what was going on as soon as he saw Chen Changan's state, last night Chen Changan triggered the sword qi baptism of the Sword Pavilion, but the cultivation of the Bone Changing Realm was not enough to withstand the sword qi baptism of the Sword Pavilion, so there was a pain all over the body, but fortunately, Chen Changan did not seem to be an ordinary bone change realm, so this baptism was not harmful.

The old man didn't explain anything to Chen Changan, but said: "There is a spiritual spring behind the Sword Pavilion, you go and fetch some water, soak it for an hour, and then prepare to prepare, Xiao Yu will summon the new sect disciples, and you will follow when the time comes." ”

Chen Changan nodded yes, and was about to carry the bucket to find the spring water, when the old man suddenly said again: "Oh, by the way, although you are not a disciple of the twelve elders, your status is not lower than them, you don't have to worry about it." ”

Chen Changan was a little puzzled in his heart, why did this old man suddenly say? Could anyone still think that my status is very low? Chen Changan shook his head and didn't think much about it.

"Got it, old man. ”

Chen Changan walked away, leaving a back for the old man.

The old man smiled and shook his head, as if he saw the figure back then, and waved his hand and said, "I know brother." So he went to the spiritual spring to take a bath.

"Tian Sui, it's really like you!"