The gathering place of the Tiancang Sect is also made of logs, and the wooden sheds are not only wide, but also hung with curtains and animal skins. The thick curtain was lifted and the wooden shed was opened, and the floor was covered with a wide board of catalpa, a tree endemic to the northern end of the Cloud Forest Sea. Its tree grows extremely fast, and it grows in three years, and it is a giant tree surrounded by many people in ten years. The catalpa tree is made into a wide plank, which is not only light and soft, but also insect resistant and rot-resistant.

The wooden shed is unusually dry, with all the tables and chairs, and the roof of the shed is separated by a few feet, hanging pieces of fist-sized glowing fluorite, which will glow softly at night after being exposed to the sun during the day. There are so many brilliant fluorescents, which are delicate in the wooden shed but do not feel dazzling.

The disciples of the Tiancang Sect are all holding a futon with pure heart grass, quietly meditating on their knees.

Five of these ornate wooden sheds line the flat summit in a semicircle, while guarding a two-story wooden building behind it.

The two-story wooden building is not very high, but because of its huge scale, it looks like a giant beast squatting in the misty night.

The bottom floor of the wooden building is unusually wide, more than 1,000 monks under the station are more than enough, a piece of more wide catalpa tree board is neatly spread on the ground, under the illumination of more than 100 pieces of glowing fluorite, the texture of the wooden board forms a large piece of mysterious graphics, at the end of this hall, on a wooden platform half a person high, there is a cloud pattern green jade seat upright, in the empty hall, the transparent green jade seat exudes a large piece of green and cold light, more and more appear high, full of momentum.

Lin Aotian will only sit on this cloud-patterned green jade chair tomorrow and give orders to the disciples of the Tiancang Sect.

He was now in the clean room on the upper floor, standing in front of the open window, looking at the seven-colored clouds that had completely lost their brilliance in the night, and was silent for a long time.

Lin Ling has been standing behind Lin Aotian, his face has maintained a heartfelt respect from beginning to end, he is also silent, he has been looking at Lin Aotian's back, and has always deliberately maintained the same upright figure as Lin Aotian.

If the great worshipper of the Ouyang family sees this situation, he will definitely sigh at his unique vision, and at the same time appreciate that he has a lot of bearing that can bend and stretch and tolerate juniors.

Lin Ling was indeed as the Great Offering Conjecture, that is, Lin Aotian's personal disciple, and he was also the leader of all the three generations of disciples of the Tiancang Sect.

A cool breeze suddenly blew in from the bright window, and Lin Aotian suddenly turned to look at Lin Ling, stepping on the red-spotted tiger-colored fur under his feet, and pacing back and forth silently.

"Do you know why the Realm Snatching Suppression also wants you to lead the disciples in the sect into the small world of seclusion?" Lin Aotian stopped, stood with his hands behind his back, and asked Lin Ling in a cold voice.

The mystery of this, Lin Ling has long thought clearly. He pondered for a moment, bent down slightly and bowed his head and said, "Qi Qi Master, there should be spiritual objects in this small world that Master must collect. ”

"Okay!" Lin Aotian showed a rare smile and nodded, "It is worthy of being my Lin Aotian's disciple, and he is also worthy of the reputation of the third son of Tiancang." ”

"Thank you for the compliment"

Lin Ling restrained his hands, bowed his head, and after bowing deeply, he straightened up, with a hint of excitement flushing on his face.

You must know that in Tiancang Sect, to be able to get a reprimand from Lin Aotian, as a disciple, while being honestly afraid, you will also feel a great honor.

The light smile on Lin Aotian's face was like a fleeting cool breeze just now. He waved his hand, his voice getting colder and colder.

"Memorize the words and drawings in this jade plaque. ”

Before the words fell, a piece of green jade jade plate was already hanging in front of Lin Ling's eyes.

Lin Ling carefully grabbed the jade plate, closed his eyes slightly and placed the jade card in front of his forehead, his divine sense instantly diverged and wrapped the entire jade plate, and in the next second, a shocked look appeared on his face.

After a breath, Lin Ling opened his eyes and looked at Lin Aotian, with shock on his face, and a more and more respectful look in his eyes.

Lin Aotian looked at Lin Ling with dissatisfaction in his eyes, and snorted in his nose,

"Every time you are in a big event, you need to calm down, even if the peak of the sky collapses in front of you, you should not change your face, but it is just a picture of a small world of seclusion, look at this look on your face!"

Lin Lingcheng bent down and lowered his head in fear, and whispered on his toes: "The disciple knows his mistake!"

Lin Aotian waved his hand indifferently, knowing in his heart that although this matter was important, he couldn't be too strict with this young disciple who had high hopes.

"Have you memorized everything in the jade plaque?"

Although Lin Ling's face had completely returned to calm, he was still shocked and inexplicable in his heart, and he lost his voice for a while, but just nodded vigorously.

Lin Aotian's eyes swept over the jade plate that Lin Ling was holding in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, the jade card turned into a cyan powder that fell down Lin Ling's fingers.

Lin Aotian looked at Lin Ling, who was standing with his hands tied, looking at this young disciple who had no idea that it might change the fate of many people, and after being silent for a long time, his mind moved, and two things appeared in his hands.

He first handed out a small red jade bottle in his left hand, which looked like blood,

"This is the elixir of taking away the heavens, and it will be taken with rootless water tonight. ”

He also handed out a narrow black jade box in his right hand, the jade box was black like the darkest night sky, but it was strangely sprinkled with dots of Venus, and at the lid of the jade box, there was a small talisman.

"This jade box can only be opened when you reach Wangxiang Terrace, the things in the jade box, when the time comes, you naturally know how to use it. Later I will pass on your unsealed spell. ”

Watching Lin Ling carefully take the jade bottle and jade box and put them into the storage spirit card on his waist, Lin Aotian stretched out his palm, and three magic talismans that looked like ice cubes and flashed with a faint blue light appeared in his palm.

The material of these three talismans was neither silk nor paper, like ice and jade, and in an instant, Lin Ling's heart trembled and felt that there was a powerful spiritual power surging in them.

Lin Aotian handed over the three talismans in his hand, and his eyes like icicles fell straight into Lin Ling's eyes.

Lin Ling felt a slight stinging pain in his eyes, and he patiently did not dodge his eyes, after blinking, he didn't feel the stinging pain in his eyes, but Lin Aotian's cold voice came from his ears,

"That soul suppression wood, my Tiancang Sect is bound to get it, if there is anyone who covets it, with this talisman, it is not a matter of killing. ”

Lin Ling's back was in a cold sweat, and his body shook weakly to resist Lin Aotian's fierce murderous intent in an instant.

After a while, the quiet room was warm like spring again, and Lin Lingcai solemnly took the three talismans in Lin Aotian's hand that I didn't know how much blood would be stained.

In the past hundred years of Zhongzhou Xing, although there has been continuous secret contention in the world of cultivators, there is still a harmonious atmosphere on the surface.

For the sake of the sect and for the sake of the master, Lin Ling didn't mind setting off a bloody storm in the secluded small world.

Lin Aotian looked at the fearlessness in Lin Ling's eyes, and his face was full of smiles.

The master and apprentice were speechless for a while, and after looking at each other for a while, Lin Aotian paced to the open window again, still looking at the seven-colored clouds that had lost all color, and muttered for a moment before saying: "You have already met the Zen Monk Jinglian, whether you can get the Soul Suppression Wood, he is very important, after entering the small world of seclusion, you have to protect him with all your might." ”

Only then did Lin Ling know why there was such a Zen descendant who had been forgotten by the monks for more than a hundred years in the gathering place of the Tiancang Sect.

Thinking of the inevitability of the master, Lin Ling replied with a smile: "Master rest assured, the disciple will definitely protect the thoughtfulness of the Jinglian monk,"

Everything is arranged, whether you can get the soul wood or not, I don't know if it is the favor of heaven. Lin Aotian claimed that he did not lack the favor of heavenly luck, and his heart was relaxed, and he made a rare joke,

"This Jinglian monk is more delicate than your three sons of Tiancang, and if you tie your hair and tie it up, most of you will be mistaken for a female cultivator. ”

Lin Ling thought about Jing Lian's face, pursed his lips, and after smiling, he didn't dare to disturb his master's interest.

Lin Aotian also smiled to himself after finishing speaking, knowing that his disciple didn't dare to respond with a boring response, he asked after his face was trimmed,

"Where is this Silent Lotus monk now?"

Lin Ling leaned over and replied, "Venerable Qiqi, Venerable Venerable Jinglian, after sunset, Venerable Jinglian said that he wanted to walk around and take a look at the scenery. ”

Lin Aotian shook his head, feeling funny in his heart,

"Look at the scenery after sunset?

Just like Lin Aotian thought, going to see the scenery after sunset is indeed mysterious to Jinglian.

Not far behind is the small mountain peak where the Tiancang Sect gathers, and in front of it is a fairly dense forest, Jinglian found a flat place with her back against the big stone, lit a small bonfire, broke a branch, pulled out the bark, hummed the slang tune she heard from the old farmer, and was lazily roasting a few well-dressed sweet potatoes.

Among the trees not far away, Ye Bufan took a few steps closer, listening to the friendly tune and smelling the familiar sweet potato smell by the warm firelight, looking at a young boy with bare hair as if he had been struck by lightning.

The extremely delicate face, and his son Ye Tian, overlapped into the same image in Ye Bufan's eyes.