"The most important thing in my generation's sword cultivation is to cultivate the sword heart. Liang Chen's cold words echoed in the square, and he had already said the same thing, but these disciples didn't seem to take his words to heart.

After all, his latter promise is especially important compared to this sentence.

Being able to become a disciple is enough to make these new disciples get carried away, thinking that as long as they can get up, they can leave the others here behind.

However, the closer you get to such a good thing, the more you have to think about how you can defeat tens of thousands of people in the square and become the darling of one in a million.

Does such a good thing really exist?

"What you are thinking about is, whether I should be a disciple or not, whether I want to be a disciple or not, whether what the king of Hades said is true. Liang Chen rarely showed a smile of unknown meaning.

The disciples present were rarely quiet, and the square in front of the main hall was empty, and even the sound of everyone's breathing was very clear.

The disciple who touched the blade of the sword also lowered his raised arm and released the blade of the sword in his hand. From Elder Liang's demeanor, this outer disciple named Wen Yuwen keenly sensed something.

More than ten years of hard work have given an outer disciple like him a special ability to observe words and feelings, and at this moment, King Liang Yan is obviously not happy.

If you want to become a disciple, the important thing is not whether you have touched the sword body, but how to attract the attention of King Liang Yan, he originally thought that King Liang Yan would favor a disciple like him who was brave and pioneering, but now, the situation is not easy to say.

After all, the preferences of King Liang Yan have always been a mystery.

"Is the sword in your eyes really existing?" Liang Chen indifferently walked out of the main hall with his hands behind his back.

The vast majority of people were looking at the silver sword that hung in the air. It's not a sword, it's a chance, it's a temptation, it's fate.

Like the heavens, earth and stars playing tricks on mortals, a monk who has reached the realm of Liang Chen can manipulate life and death in just a thought.

"A thousand years ago, my master asked the same question, does anyone know how my senior brother answered. ”

What happened thousands of years ago, how could they know about it like them, and it was an old thing in their sect, if it weren't for this, how would they know.

Liang Chen walked silently in front of his disciple with his hands behind his back, waiting for someone to stand up and answer his question.

Wen Yuwen pondered in his heart, looked at the reactions of the people around him, and saw that no one made a sound, so he stood up, bowed and replied, "The sword is in my heart." ”

Liang Chen turned around and finally looked at the blue-clothed disciple in front of him.

Just now, he fell in love with the blindfolded white-clothed disciple, because she was open-minded and wanted nothing else, and she would definitely be able to make great achievements in the future. Now, he was the first to face the blue-clothed disciple in front of him, and only then did he hear him report his family, Wen Yuwen, he didn't report his family background, so it is estimated that he has no family background.

Liang Chen had a consideration in his heart: "Then you say, this sword is not there." ”

There is never a right answer to this void debate, and the only right answer is the kind of answer that the questioner wants.

If King Liang Yan wanted to accept this disciple, then whatever he said, it would be the correct answer. If he didn't want to accept this disciple, then no matter how Wen Yuwen answered, it would be wrong.

Wen Yuwen naturally knew this truth, and he pondered for a moment before quickly replying: "With the current realm of the disciple, this sword is really hanging above his head. But if it is based on the cultivation of the elders, this sword will not be there. ”

Flattering, sleek, sophisticated. Liang Chen made a judgment in his heart, but Wen Yuwen raised his head in some trepidation without knowing it, he really longed.

Longing for that opportunity to reach the sky.

Those disciples of the family will not understand. Wen Yuwen glanced at the white-clothed disciple standing in the main hall, and only felt that he was so dazzling.

can act recklessly in the mountain gate, and only these family disciples do not wear disciple clothes. However, outer disciples like them can only be cautious, frightened, and do not miss any opportunity, just to be able to obtain enough resources, even if they can't soar, they can also seek a lifetime of wealth and prosperity for their families.

In order to save enough money to come to the mountain gate, Wen Yuwen's family sold several acres of good paddy fields, just to fight this opportunity to enter the mountain gate.

If he enters the mountain gate, he will be able to earn spirit stones and help the family, and his little sister will not have to marry the pig-killing widower in the next village.

Now, he has entered the mountain gate and successfully become a disciple of the mountain gate with infinite scenery in the eyes of outsiders, and has put on a well-fitting blue disciple uniform. In the eyes of the mortals in the village, he is already the immortal, when he first entered the mountain gate, Wen Yuwen also wandered, proud, after passing the heart gate, he also had a staggered relationship with people in the tavern at the foot of the mountain, touting each other, just because he became a disciple of the mountain gate.

In the mortal world, his ambition is not realized, those rich farmers always have the ability to seize more fertile land, but their family is swallowed up every year, even if his fist is big, it is useless, after all, those rich families have immortals, even if they are relatives who have been on the wild road for eight lifetimes, they are all immortals.

Now, when he entered the outer gate, he became what those people called immortals.

Now, a month or two has passed. He arrived at the mountain gate early, and was assigned to the nameless Xiaofeng, washing the alchemy room with cobwebs every day, and he actually had some doubts in his heart.

It turns out that the days of the mountain gate are like this?

He had heard before that when he became a monk, he ate and drank dew every day, took pills, and bathed in the spiritual spring, and within a short time he could hold a sword to resist the wind, and became an existence that everyone needs to look up to.

Wen Yuwen is not the kind of person who is willing to fall to death in the mud pond, he threw away the rag in his hand, and bought off the head of the Danfang of the nameless Xiaofeng, and transferred him to the canteen of the outer disciples.

There is a lot of oil and water in the canteen, especially the daily purchase rate, which is decided by the canteen manager alone, and the benefits are countless. But the manager of this canteen is not the kind of person who will take all the benefits by himself, so these outer disciples who work in the canteen are all richer than the disciples next to them.

Some disciples didn't know how to be flexible, and they were assigned to some small peaks and went honestly, but they didn't know that as long as they were willing to spend some spirit stones, these jobs could still be picked.

It's just that in this case, no one will tell those honest disciples, otherwise who will do these jobs that others don't want to do?

Of course, Wen Yuwen's purpose is not this, and the little canteen officer can't satisfy his desire to ascend to the sky in one step.

He wanted more, he wanted to get to that goal in his heart faster.