Seeing Lin Shenlin's sect leader again, Han Muye almost didn't recognize it.

Lin Jiaotou, who was originally tall and sturdy and had a heroic face, was now full of thinness, with a scruffy beard, deep-set eyes, and protruding cheekbones.

The military uniform was put on his body, empty, as if he was about to float.

"Sect Leader Lin, you ......"

Han Muye felt a little guilty in his heart.

If it weren't for his own troubles, Lin Jiaotou would still be the same Lin Jiaotou, drawing tens of millions of swords, splitting stones and destroying mountains.

But with a few words, he destroyed his Dao heart and ruined the Dao he had insisted on for so many years.

Although he knew that after swinging the sword thousands of times, Lin Shen's Dao heart would still be shattered, but after all, he could be immersed for a few more years, wouldn't it?

"Hehe, I don't blame you." Lin Shen laughed, his shriveled face revealing a trace of blood.

"I just want to talk to you."

Lin Shen had a faint smell of wine.

Han Muye looked around, stepped out of the Sword Pavilion, and then sat on the stone steps.

The rules of the Sword Pavilion are that if you do not lead the sword, you are not allowed to enter the Sword Pavilion.

Lin Shen sat beside him.

"Really, I don't blame you."

"I know, it's just a delusional idea."

Lin Shen sighed and looked into the distance.

"I just use this method to keep myself from thinking too much."

Han Muye nodded, and then said, "Sect Leader Lin, who told you this cultivation method?" ”

Such means are not only means of asceticism, but also torment of the mind.

The key is that Lin Shen is not a fool.

What kind of people's words will make him convinced?

I'm afraid that even if his master told him, he might not believe it all.

I remember that Lin Shen, Xu Ming and Zhao Pu are all from the same school, so Lin Shen is also a disciple of Sanshizhai.

Tuoba has become a heroic, and he shouldn't let Lin Shen cultivate any method of wielding a sword.

"It's my eldest brother."

Lin Shen said the answer directly.

"You have only been in the sect for a short time, and you don't know the reputation of my eldest brother Lin Chongxiao."

"Shizun Sanshizhai has no descendants so far, because of my eldest brother."

Lin Shen's voice was low, and he said softly: "At the beginning, my eldest brother entered the inner door as the first person in the outer gate, and challenged twelve games in one day, and went straight to the top 100 of the inner door. ”

"The master accepted him as a true disciple and said that within ten years, he would be trained to become a lineage of earth and stone."

The disciples of the descendants are qualified to become the elders of the sect.

Every descendant disciple, if nothing else, will set foot on the realm.

The disciples of the five veins of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect can become descendants, and there are very few of them.

"Then, your eldest brother ......" Han Muye said softly: "Has he become a disciple?" ”

Although there are some things that are difficult to ask, you still have to ask.

The reputation of the lineage, how could Han Muye not have heard of it?

If you haven't heard of it, you won't.

"Twelve years ago, in the battle of the Fierce Demon Valley, my Sword Sect surpassed the Tailing Sword Sect and became the third of the four major sword sects."

"Master Tuoba Cheng opened the mountain with Dacheng Sword Intent, injured the Great Elder Hu Taisheng of the Fierce Demon Valley, and killed Qin Ci, the elder of the Tailing Sword Sect who had the best chance of achieving the Jindan Realm."

Lin Shen's eyes flickered.

Han Muye seemed to see countless sword cultivators rushing to kill, and the sword light shattered the sky and shattered the mountains and rivers.

Sword cultivation, what is cultivated is that glimmer of heaven.

This heavenly opportunity was snatched by the sword in the palm of his hand.

Fight with man, fight with heaven.

"In that battle, my Sword Gate fell three Earth Realm Deacon Elders, and seven True Disciples."

"Shizun's sword intent has been greatly damaged, and it has not recovered for twelve years."

"My eldest brother, he, is one of the seven true legends of the fall."

The muscles on Lin Shen's face twitched, and tears flashed in the corners of his eyes.

Holding back the sadness in his heart, he took a deep breath.

"At that time, I was in front of my eldest brother, and he asked the master to accept me as a disciple."

"Then tell me, swing your sword ten thousand, crack the rock and destroy the mountain."

With the big sword behind his back crossed, Lin Shen's palm rubbed against the hilt of the scabbard.

"My qualifications are far worse than my eldest brother......"

"I just want to cultivate all the way, and one day, I can cultivate to the kind of state that my eldest brother said."

Speaking of this, he shook his head and chuckled: "Brother Han, thank you for waking me up." ”

"I should have resigned myself to my fate."

As he spoke, he stood up and looked up at the two big words "Sword Pavilion" above his head.

"I don't practice swords anymore."

"I brought this eldest brother's sword out of the Sword Pavilion back then, and now, I'm back."

Reluctantly, he stroked the long sword again, he held it in both hands and handed it to Han Muye.

Han Muye stood up, pondered for a moment, and caught the long sword.

He reached out and grabbed the long sword he had once held, and pulled out the long sword with a "cang" sound.

"The sword body is uninjured and meticulously maintained."

"I received a sword from a disciple of the Sword Sect today."

Lin Shen's gaze fell on the long sword, then he took a breath, turned around and left.

"Sect Leader Lin, if you don't practice swords, where are you going to go in the future?"

Han Muye asked out loud.

"Go home."

"My little sister's cultivation talent is better than mine, so I'd better go home and pass on the family and be a rich man."

Lin Shen's body swayed and strode away.

Knowing that his back disappeared into the mountain road, Han Muye turned around.

Lu Gao, who was standing at the door of the Sword Pavilion, looked at the long sword in Han Muye's hand.

"Senior Brother Han, I've heard Lin Chongxiao's story."

"The reputation of the Sanshi Blue Tiger is very loud."

Han Muye nodded.

Lu Gao cautiously glanced at Han Muye's face, and then said in a low voice: "Practicing this kind of thing, sometimes you really have to accept your fate. ”

"In my life, I never thought I could become an outer disciple."

He opened his mouth and pressed his hand to his chest: "I just want to earn more, and when I am older, I will go down the mountain, marry a daughter-in-law, have a few children, and then let them go up the mountain to practice again." ”

Han Muye looked up at him.

"That, Senior Brother Han, you have a great opportunity and great talent, you will definitely be able to go all the way." Remembering that Han Muye couldn't worship in the Sword Gate because of his lack of qualifications, Lu Gao hurriedly changed his words.

Compared with qualifications, Han Muye is not necessarily as high as him.

He gave up, what about Han Muye?

"Brother Lu, it's not difficult to practice." Han Muye spoke softly, and then without waiting for Lu Gao to answer, he walked directly into the Sword Pavilion.

He held the long sword in his hand and walked step by step to the depths of the wooden sword.

Although this sword is not a spiritual weapon, it is a heavy sword, and there are many spiritual materials used in it.

Walked over to an empty wooden shelf, on which he placed his sword.

Looking at this heavy sword, Han Muye seemed to see a young sword cultivator with a sword aura, watching him sweep the outer door with a sword, and watching him enter the front hundred of the inner door with a sword.

He watched the young man shine, and he watched him fall in a bloody battle.

Unconsciously, Han Muye's palm landed on the hilt of the sword.

A picture came to his mind.

The sturdy Lin Jiaotou wielded a long sword, a sword slash, and each sword used all his strength.

Xuanyuan swordsmanship cracked stone.

A mysterious swordsmanship, destroying the mountain.

Han Muye had seen this picture at the beginning.

Holding the hilt of the sword tightly, the shattered sword qi poured into his sea of qi.

"Hum—"

The sword roared.

A sword aura.

Ten ways.

Baidao.

A thousand ways!

"Boom-"

The picture in Han Muye's mind suddenly exploded, and then, a young man holding a big sword and standing as tall as a peak.

"In Xia Lin Chongxiao, meet Taoist friends."