Lin Chongxiao!

The true inheritance of the genius of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect made Tuoba a Tianjiao who did not accept the inheritance for ten years.

Lin Jiaotou's eldest brother, let him swing his sword for ten years, and Lin Chongxiao, who was empty.

"Thank you Daoyou for helping me break through the obstacle of my brother, so that he still has a chance to turn back."

In his mind, Lin Chongxiao looked at Han Muye again.

Han Muye watched thousands of swords, and it was the first time he saw his own consciousness in the picture.

Looking at Lin Chongxiao in the picture, he didn't know how to reply.

"You, are you really Lin Chongxiao?"

He spoke in a low voice, not knowing if Lin Chongxiao could hear it in his mind.

His voice fell, and Lin Chongxiao in his mind nodded, and then shook his head again.

"I'm Lin Chongxiao, and I'm not."

"I'm just a trace of Lin Chongxiao's obsession, I can't bear to dissipate and hide in the sword."

"For so many years, I have been able to survive forever, because of my deep brother's soul and obsession."

Speaking of this, Lin Chongxiao said in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist, you can treat me as the spirit of the sword, or you can treat me as a remnant thought. ”

"I don't threaten Daoyou, and I can't threaten you."

"If it weren't for the Daoist Friends who were inspired by the sword qi, I wouldn't have been able to communicate with the Daoists even if I wanted to."

This Lin Chongxiao is shrewd, knowing that for cultivators, the most real thing is their own safety.

If this Lin Chongxiao would pose a threat to Han Muye's safety, Han Muye would find a way to eliminate him as soon as possible.

Looking at the picture in his mind, Han Muye's hand holding the long sword suddenly let go.

Lin Chongxiao wanted to say something more, but he could only dissipate helplessly.

The image dissipates without much remaining.

It seems that what Lin Chongxiao said is true, he is just a remnant soul and has no threat to himself.

Holding the hilt of the sword again, the sword qi probed in, and Lin Chongxiao smiled helplessly.

"Fellow Daoist, I am now relying on your sword qi to manifest, and when the sword qi is withdrawn, I will also dissipate."

Speaking of this, he raised his head and bowed with a sincere face: "Fellow Daoist, please help me point out my deep brother, don't let him cut off the path of cultivation." ”

Point to the head of the Lin sect?

Han Muye groaned and said in a low voice: "How to dial?" ”

"He spent ten years of hard cultivation, and once his Dao heart was broken, I am afraid that he will not have the opportunity to improve his cultivation in this life."

The current Han Muye is not a novice cultivator.

If you don't have your own path in your heart when you practice and cultivate your mind, then even if you spend more years, it will be empty.

Lin Shen is like this now.

"Fellow Daoist, wielding tens of millions of swords, cracking stones and destroying mountains is not made up by me."

Lin Chongxiao spoke in a low voice.

"At the beginning, I explored a secret place with a few senior brothers and obtained some incomplete exercises, among which such methods are recorded."

"I know that my brother is not qualified enough, so before he falls, I will ask him to cultivate this method to make up for his clumsiness."

"I left a wisp of remnant soul, in the sword, and I also want to help him practice."

"It's just," Lin Chongxiao said with a bitter smile, "I didn't expect that Brother Shen would directly practice this method instead of a minor. ”

"He doesn't have enough cultivation to stimulate the power of my remnant soul, and I can only love and help him."

This is really wrong.

Lin Chongxiao did not hesitate to keep his remnant soul in the sword, wanting to help Lin Shen.

As a result, Lin Shen insisted on cultivating what Lin Chongxiao said about swinging the sword, but instead neglected his own cultivation, resulting in insufficient cultivation and inability to stimulate the power of the remnant soul.

"I originally thought that with my strength, I would be able to help my brother forge a Dao foundation within ten years and become the heir of Sanshi Zhai."

"In this way, my wish has been granted."

In the picture, Lin Chongxiao's face flashed with loneliness, and then he arched his hand and said: "If Daoist friends can condense such a strong sword qi, the sword path cultivation realm will inevitably reach the sky." ”

"Chongxiao begs Daoist friends to make a move to point out the deep brother."

Looking at Lin Chongxiao in the picture, Han Muye did not speak.

Although he is not the sword path cultivator that Lin Chongxiao thought, he has a full-level understanding, and it is not difficult to point Lin Shen.

It's just that today's activation of Lin Chongxiao's remnant soul in the sword weapon made him a little surprised.

There are tens of thousands of swords hidden in the Sword Pavilion, how many sword weapons are there remnant souls in them?

If these remnant souls are all obsessed, ask him to complete them, and he will agree to them one by one?

He couldn't have done it.

But Lin Shen's Dao heart was broken by him, and he couldn't bear to sit back and watch Lin Shen cut off the path of cultivation like this.

"Daoyou, I found that the secret place of the exercise fragment was very strange, if Daoyou can help Brother Shen, I would like to tell you the location of this secret place."

In the picture, Lin Chongxiao spoke again.

"The only thing I can do with this remnant soul is this secret."

Discover the secret place of the exercises.

The method of wielding a sword is not ordinary, and there may be other good things in such a secret place.

This is a transaction.

Lin Chongxiao can pay the price, and he will help him, and it will not be in vain.

In the future, if you shoot for the remnant soul, there are rules to speak of.

"Okay."

Han Muye nodded, stretched out his hand to hold the long sword, turned around and left.

When he arrived at the door, Lu Gao saw him come out with a sword and was slightly stunned.

"I'll go around."

Han Muye walked straight down the nine stone steps.

Looking at his back, Lu Gao turned his head to look at the Sword Pavilion, and then a trace of confusion flashed on his face.

"I'm just the gatekeeper of the Sword Pavilion, not the Sword Watcher......"

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At the mountain gate of the Nine Xuanjian Gate, a green wood carriage stopped under the mountain gate building plate.

Lin Yuxia, who was wearing a pink dress, stood next to the carriage and looked at Lin Shen sitting in front of the carriage.

"Second brother, are you really willing to go down the mountain?"

Lin Yuxia looked at the emaciated Lin Shen and whispered distressedly.

"Hehe, what's wrong with going down the mountain?" Lin Shen laughed, turned his head to look at the tall doorway behind him, and a tingling appeared in his eyes.

"Forget it, I'll go back and live a good life, and when you go home next time, maybe you can hug your little nephew."

Lin Shen grinned, but the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

"Remember, you said, when my kid grows up, you lead him to practice."

Lin Yuxia bit her lip, with tears in her eyes, and nodded gently.

Breaking off the path of cultivation in this life is a great pain for everyone.

"Then, second brother, are you really not going to say goodbye to Uncle Tuoba and them?" Lin Yuxia looked at the deserted surroundings and said in a low voice.

Lin Shen left quietly, without notifying anyone, not even his master to say goodbye.

"I'm not a big brother, Master, he won't care." Lin Shen shook his head, raised his hand, and straightened the reins.

"Girl, the gathering of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate has a good competition, this is a good opportunity to become famous."

"Don't be like me, fall into the name of the eldest brother Sanshi Qinghu back then."

Lin Yuxia nodded, and tears finally rolled down.

"Haha, my generation is a sword cultivator, and I am invincible at the same level."

"Swing a sword ten thousand, crack the stone and destroy the mountain."

"Ten years of absurdity, waking up from a dream......"

With a flick of the reins, the carriage moved slowly.

The ruts crushed against the bluestone slabs, creaking.

Bean-sized tears rolled down Lin Shen's eyes, and he turned his head lightly to look at the high courtyard behind him.

Nine Xuanjian Gate.

In this life, it may be the last time I watched it.

"Lin Jiaotou."

Just then, a voice rang out.

Han Muye, who was dressed in a white robe and held a big sword, walked like a fly, walked through the courtyard, and came to the carriage.

Lin Shen tugged at the reins and chuckled: "It's rare, I thought there was no one to see me off." ”

"I'm not here to see you off."

Han Muye shook his head and raised the long sword in his hand.

"Your eldest brother said that wielding a sword is ten million, and it is true that the stone splits and destroys the mountain."

"You, are you still repairing?"