"This slut is really nonsense!"

After inspecting the situation in the body of the Pastoral Path, Jian Yu scolded: "There is only the treasure of the Five Elements of Gold, and you dare to use it to build a foundation for the treasure of this Dao?

"Well, Senior Brother Pavilion Master is right, that slut is a stupid fork. ”

Zhang Muchen dragged his chin beside him and nodded solemnly.

At this time, there were two people surrounding the pastoral path, in addition to Jian Qi and Zhang Muchen. A woman who looked mature and charming, and a very kind old man.

The woman's name is Xiang Miao, she is the elder of the water line of the Sword Pavilion, and her practice is the water line sword technique. Contrary to the sword technique, Xiang Miao was wearing a fiery red plain clothes. On top of his head is a messy bun with a simple wooden hairpin stuck in the bun.

This wooden hairpin made Mujinglu feel a little familiar, and when he saw it, Mujinglu couldn't remember it for a while.

The kind old man's name is Huang Chenglin, the elder of the Sword Pavilion, who practices the Wood Walk Sword Technique.

Huang Chenglin was wearing a cyan robe, with his usual hair in a bun, and on top of the bun was also a common jade hairpin.

Some of the rickety bodies make people think that Huang Chenglin is just a mortal who is dying of old age, rather than a monk with advanced Taoism.

However, the occasional flash of light in Huang Chenglin's eyes made Mu Jinglu feel that Huang Chenglin was not as simple as it seemed.

Xiang Miao's dress makes people feel that Xiang Miao should be the big sister next door who is casual and approachable, but since Xiang Miao saw the pastoral path, her eyes have always been a little strange.

There are regrets, regrets, unwillingness, longing, and even resentment.

I said, big sister, can you stop staring at me all the time? Although I know I'm handsome, but you obviously have a generation gap with me in this dress, okay?

Although age is nothing before love, the generation gap is a gap that is difficult to make an appointment in the face of love.

Mu Jinglu subconsciously avoided Xiang Miao's eyes, looked at Jian Yu with some concern and asked, "Is there a way for Uncle Shi?"

Jian Yu thought for a while and said, "It's not that there is no way, it's just that the Buddha Qi in your body is more difficult to do." ”

"Damn, the bald donkeys in the West have actually paid attention to my Sword Pavilion's head, if I let them meet, I will definitely screw their heads off and make a pot for the night!" Zhang Muchen scolded and roared, as if he had a great opinion of Buddhism.

"Don't talk about useless ones. Xiang Miao had a dark face, looked at Zhang Muchen with disdain and said, "How many bald donkeys can you beat in the Buddha Sect?"

Zhang Muchen was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then blushed, and said with a stalk on his neck: "What if you can't beat them, I can scold them to death if I scold them!"

Not only did Mu Jinglu look at Zhang Muchen speechlessly, but Xiang Miao, Jian Yu and Huang Chenglin despised Zhang Muchen as much.

"Although it is troublesome, but the nephew is a blessing, and getting the treasure of the Five Elements of the Earth can solve the urgent need, and if the foundation is completed at this time, the risk will not be too great. ”

Jian Yu said confidently, as if he was very sure of the foundation of the pasture road.

"Senior nephew, you go to the mountain gate to find a treasure land and settle down. Uncle Shi will prepare some things and then come to build a foundation for you. ”

Jian Yu said, flipped his right hand, took out a Ling Sword, threw it to Mu Jinglu at will, and continued: "This is the Ling Sword of the Chief Disciple, except for the forbidden place of the back mountain, you can't go to the Sword Mountain, and the entire Sword Pavilion is casually strolling." ”

"Chief disciple?" Mu Jinglu was slightly stunned. What is the situation? Isn't the so-called chief disciple having to stand out among the sects and dominate the others in order to sit on this throne, so he gave it to me so casually?

"Uncle Shi, this is a little inappropriate, isn't it?" Mu Jinglu said worriedly: "I haven't completed the foundation building yet, if my disciples want to challenge me, the so-called chief, won't they have to be beaten up often?"

Jian Yu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then coughed lightly: "It's okay." I am the Pavilion Master, and I say that you are the chief disciple, and you are the chief disciple. ”

I'll go, is it possible that the Sword Pavilion is a domineering president and not popular democracy?

Whatever, since the pavilion master said so, there must be a reason for him. Mu Jinglu thought indifferently, and kept playing with the chief sword in his hand.

The pasture path that bowed his head naturally did not see the strange smiles of the pavilion master Jian Yu and several elders.

The central hall of the Sword Pavilion is called the Heaven Cutting Hall. If you only look at the name and the facilities in front of the palace, it is indeed domineering.

The main hall occupies a hundred feet in circumference, the size of four or five football fields.

At the front of the main hall, there is a gate about five feet high. Behind the gate of Wuzhang, there are thousands of long stone steps. The stone steps cross the stone steps and are a square with a radius of dozens of zhang.

Further back from the square, is the mountain gate hall of the Sword Pavilion, the Heaven Cutting Palace.

However, when the pasture path approached, I found that the gate in front of me was crumbling, and the breeze blew from time to time, and stones and dust fell and fell to the ground with a ping-pong sound.

The main hall behind the square also looked dilapidated, if not as exaggerated as the main gate. But the moss on the eaves and the thick dust in the corners of the hall made Mu Jinglu think that he had entered a pyramid scheme.

The only thing that satisfies the pastoral path is the inscription in front of the main hall.

From coming to this world to the present, the most seen on the pastoral path is the small seal. At this time, the three characters of the Sword Pavilion Cutting Heaven Hall were carved in cursive script.

Not to mention the elegance, looking at it contemplatively, it can make people feel the shocking murderous aura coming to their faces.

I think it should be the ancient power of the Sword Pavilion, and it may even be the handiwork of the founding ancestor.

With apprehension and awe, Mu Jinglu left the Heaven Cutting Temple, and walked towards the buildings on the mountainside with the Seven Tombs and Lu Chu waiting outside the hall.

Two hours later, the three of them gasped and stopped.

"Brother Mu, your Sword Pavilion looks poor, and his meow's territory is too big. In two hours, how much did a disciple spend in the Heart Nourishing Palace?

The Seven Tombs were also so tired that their faces turned red, and they nodded fiercely with the long black knife around them.

The pasture path was also too tired, sticking out his tongue and panting while waving his hands. I don't know if I mean I don't know, or if I'm just as speechless.

Although he was also amazed at the luxury of his master, Mu Jinglu was speechless at this time with other questions.

The three of them came all the way over to the Sword Pavilion of Nuoda, and they didn't meet anyone.

Before going up the mountain, the sword puzzle master seemed to have shouted, and the sword pavilion was silent for nearly a thousand years. Could it be that the Sword Pavilion has not accepted disciples for more than a thousand years?

Mu Jinglu thought with a dark face: In this way, I, the so-called chief of the Sword Pavilion, have not accepted a single soldier now?

The pasture path was difficult to see the extreme, and he gritted his teeth and cursed in a deep voice: "No wonder that slut said that the chief disciple has the final say, and no one has any objection to it!"

Although he didn't know what Mu Jinglu had experienced in the Sword Pavilion Hall, Lu Chu could now see that he, the shepherd brother, was very angry now.

"Brother Shepherd, don't be in a hurry to get angry, let's determine the Lord's place first, okay?"

Lu Chu was so nervous that he interrupted the pasture path and whispered his opinion.

Hearing this, Mu Jinglu looked at the tired Seven Tombs and Lu Chu, exhaled, and then nodded fiercely.

The Heart Cultivation Hall was too big, and Mu Jinglu was too lazy to continue to walk, so he took the Seven Tombs and Lu Chu and ran to the highest place of the Heart Cultivation Palace.

And single-family villas?

Another two or three hours passed, and before the sun was about to set, the three of them finally reached the edge of the Heart Cultivation Palace.

After rushing to the edge, the pastoral path found that there were several other courtyards outside the Heart Cultivation Palace.

The further you go up the mountain, the more exquisite the courtyard becomes. Mujinglu didn't think much about it, and ran to the farthest courtyard he could see.

"Quenching Heart Pavilion?" Mu Jinglu looked at the plaque at the entrance of the courtyard and read it softly.

I don't know which powerful other courtyard was in the former Sword Pavilion. Thinking so, Mu Jinglu gently pushed open the courtyard and walked in.

"Brother Mu, isn't it okay to casually enter someone else's courtyard?" Lu Chu was a little apprehensive, and he didn't dare to step into the Quenching Heart Pavilion.

Although Lu Chu has not entered the top ten sects, he has seen the mountain gate pattern of small sects. Judging from the current location of the Sword Pavilion Mountain Gate Building, these courtyards far away from the Heart Cultivation Hall must be the places where the Sword Pavilion is at least enshrined, or even the elder-level powerhouses, live.

Step in casually, if you disturb the seniors, then...

Mu Jinglu waved his hand indifferently, took out the chief sword that Jian Qi gave him, and said with a casual smile: "The pavilion master said, except for the forbidden land in the back mountain, with this token, you can go anywhere in the Sword Pavilion." ”

"Even if it's the Pavilion Master's courtyard, I dare to break in. Hey, hey!" Mu Jinglu said, not knowing what was going on in his head, and his face was full of lewd smiles.

Lu Chu looked at the strange pastoral path, couldn't help but shudder, and even began to mourn silently for Jian Tong.

The pastoral path insisted on entering, and Lu Chu and the Seven Tombs had no choice, so they had to follow in with apprehension.

The annex is not as luxurious as Makido Road imagined. When you enter the courtyard, you will see two pools of water that are three feet long, separated by a small stone bridge.

Perhaps it has been uninhabited and cleaned for many years, and the lotus flowers and aquatic plants in the pond have died, and the gray and black dead leaves float on the surface of the water.

The water in the pool is very clear, and there is even some mist faintly floating, making the pool look a little ethereal.

There is a rockery in the pools on both sides of the stone bridge. The rockery on the left is high, and the rockery on the right is only three or four feet.

Walking across the stone bridge, there is the hall of this annex. The hall is not big, only three zhang square inches. The layout of the hall is not complicated, the main seat and guest seats are placed in the center of the hall.

Walking through the hall, there are side halls and corridors, and after the corridors, there is the backyard of the other courtyard.

In the backyard, there is naturally the owner's bedroom and more than a dozen guest rooms.

After the master sleeps, there is a small backyard. Judging from the soil quality of the annex, it should be the former owner's pharmacy. Although the disciples of the Sword Pavilion are not good at refining medicine and alchemy, they can't stop their personal hobbies.

"It's settled, I'll live here from now on. After Mu Jinglu finally looked at the study, he settled down satisfied.

Although Lu Chu and the Seven Tombs were still a little apprehensive, they saw the ashes everywhere in the courtyard, and they also knew that this courtyard had no owner for many years.

Since there are people to live, the first thing must be cleaned, and the pastoral path road began to be busy with the seven tombs and Lu Chu.

Although the Seven Tombs and Lu Chu also wanted to have their own courtyard, after all, the two of them were not disciples of the Sword Pavilion, so they were naturally embarrassed.

Mujing Road was cleaning the courtyard, and at this time, in another courtyard not far from Mujing Road, Jian Yu and the others gathered together again.

"This kid still lives in the third junior brother's courtyard?"

Jian Yu looked at Zhang Muchen with a frightened expression and asked suspiciously.

Zhang Muchen glanced at Jian Yu with disdain and said, "Senior Brother Pavilion Master, what are you afraid of?" The Third Senior Brother hasn't been back for many years, and it's still a problem if he's not alive. Besides, even if the senior brother is still there, when he comes back and sees this kid living in, he won't object to it. ”

As soon as Zhang Muchen finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill coming from his back. Zhang Muchen turned his head in a cold sweat, looked at the short sword next to the back of his head, and swallowed his saliva fiercely.

"Senior sister, I said the wrong thing. Zhang Muchen's face turned pale, he looked at Miao with a look of grievance and fear, and stretched out his fingers to pull away the short sword around his neck.

Xiang Miao shook the short sword in his hand lightly, and said ruthlessly: "Xiao Chenzi, if you dare to talk nonsense again, the old lady will kill you." ”

"Yes, yes, yes. The junior brother is wrong, and the third senior brother will definitely be fine. Zhang Muchen was so frightened that he was about to cry: "Senior sister, take the sword away." ”

Xiang Miao snorted fiercely, and the short sword in his hand suddenly disappeared.

Zhang Muchen lined his chest in fear, and did not dare to speak again.

Huang Chenglin, who looked kind, took over and said: "Senior sister is right, the third junior brother is definitely still alive, we just need to wait patiently, when the time comes, the third junior brother will definitely come back." ”

Huang Chenglin not only looks old, but among the current generation of disciples of the Sword Pavilion, Huang Chenglin is a senior brother.

Pavilion master Jian confuses the second, an unknown third, Jianren is the fourth, Xiang Miao is the fifth, and Zhang Muchen is naturally the little junior brother.

Jian Qi seemed to think that everyone was right, nodded lightly and said, "Then let him live." ”

"Oh, by the way, there's also the question of the chief disciple. Jian Yu suddenly remembered something, and said with some apprehension: "If this kid knows that I fooled him, he will definitely settle accounts with me." I'll hide for two days first, and by the way, think about what this kid is doing to build a foundation. ”

"You've been looking at it for the past few days. Jian Yu snorted softly, and disappeared into the courtyard with a thud.

For the next two days, the trail passed very pleasantly. With the help of the Seven Tombs and Lu Chu, the Descending Heart Pavilion was cleaned cleanly.

The two pools in the front yard have also been replaced with new water by Pasture Road. Although there are no large rivers on the poor mountains, there are many streams and springs. The pasture road caught a lot of goldfish, turtles, and other animals in the stream and threw them into the pool.

Animals are gone, and plants are naturally indispensable. Lotus flowers and aquatic plants are dotted in the pool, making the Quenching Pavilion vibrant.

In the few days when Mujing Road cleaned the courtyard, Xiang Miao came the most. Xiang Miao didn't ask anything, didn't do anything, just watched the three of them busy in and out of the pastoral path, cleaning the courtyard

only occasionally stared at the fish and grass in the pond and was stunned, so that Mu Jinglu could see that Xiang Miao was also a poor person with a story.

Zhang Muchen and Huang Chenglin also came twice, in addition to lamenting the diligence of the pastoral path, they also reminded the pastoral path all day long that as the head of the faction, they must carry forward the responsibility of the sect.

I can't forget the pastoral path, Zhang Muchen's expression that is worse than Erha.

"Senior nephew, you are now the chief of the Sword Pavilion, and it will be your task to carry forward the Sword Pavilion in the future. Zhang Muchen said, and took out a Qiankun bag from his arms, and said with a clear eye: "Here are the basic methods of our Sword Pavilion Five Elements Sword Technique and some foundation building elixirs, if you see a suitable one in the future, you must bring it back to the mountain gate of our Sword Pavilion." ”

It seemed that the explanation was over, Zhang Muchen sighed with a desolate face: "Alas... Nuoda Sword Pavilion, there are only a few of us bad old men, ashamed of our ancestors and ancestors!"

Since you are ashamed of your ancestors and ancestors, can't your sister go down the mountain to accept apprentices? I'm a foundation-building monk, who will mess with me if I'm blind?

Also, the boss is not small, why don't you hurry up and start a family and give birth to some cubs? Don't you know that unfilial piety has three and no queens?

By the time Mujing Lu woke up in a daze, Zhang Muchen had already disappeared into the courtyard of Mujing Road.

Elder Huang Chenglin of the Wood Bank seemed to be much more reliable, although he also told the pasture path to travel the world, pay attention to looking for the young man carrying the sword body, but he was not as poor as Zhang Muchen.

Erha has not appeared again since he entered the poor mountain, and he doesn't know where to go.

A dog who doesn't know where it came from, and he doesn't want to care about the pasture road, as long as he doesn't make trouble for himself.

The pasture path is idle, except for daily practice, it is to turn around on the sword mountain.

On the Sword Mountain, except for the outer gate and stone sword, Zhang Muchen or Huang Chenglin occasionally went to clean it, and the other palaces and pavilions were almost unattended.

Whether it is the Heart Nourishing Hall for disciples to live in, or the Sword Pavilion façade Heaven Cutting Hall. Even the Scripture Pavilion, which stored the various cultivation methods of the Sword Pavilion, was covered with dust.

Although he was forced to become the chief of the Sword Pavilion, after all, he was in his position, and the elders did not clean it, so Mu Jinglu had to clean up the Scripture Pavilion by himself, which was even bigger than the largest library he had seen in his previous life.

As for the Seven Tombs and Lu Zhu, they are not from the Sword Pavilion, and it is not easy to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Although the two of them would love to go in and have a look.

"Ah Tomb, Brother Lu, don't be discouraged. Mu Jinglu patted the two of them on the shoulder, comforted them and said, "There is not only one sect in the world, there is not only one sect in the Sword Pavilion, after I finish building the foundation, we will go down the mountain and find a law decision suitable for your cultivation for you." ”

"It's bothering Brother Mu. Lu Zhu grinned, seemingly unconcerned, but Mu Jinglu could see the deep disappointment in Lu Zhu's eyes.

The Seven Tombs on the side, who couldn't speak, were even more depressed than Lu Zhu's expressions.

"Huh, by the way, Ah Tomb, among the three treasures you obtained in the secret realm of Xudu, doesn't there seem to be a secret book?" Mu Jinglu suddenly remembered that in the secret realm of Xudu, when the Seven Tombs got the treasure knife in their hands, there seemed to be a secret book.

The Seven Tombs shook their heads with a wry smile, took out a swarthy book from the Qiankun bag on his waist, threw it to the pastoral path like a rag, and then stroked his lips disdainfully.

Mu Jinglu looked puzzled, grabbed the broken book thrown by the Seven Tombs, and then carefully opened it.

There is no way to be careless, the cover of the broken book is almost broken, and Mu Jinglu is afraid that he will tear the broken book to pieces if he uses his strength.