In the next few days, Xiao Fan stayed in the ancient temple, because the courtyard behind the ancient temple only had the old monk's room, so Xiao Fan lived in an ordinary room in the temple with the disciples of the ancient temple. Sang Dance starts

There are about hundreds of disciples in the ancient temple, and the strength of each disciple is not bad, all of them are all cultivating in the Ning Dan Realm, and they are young, and they don't know what kind of means they have in the ancient temple to reach the sky, which can improve the cultivation of so many young people from the True Realm to the Ning Dan Realm, the number of these disciples is about the same as the sum of the core disciples of the Ning Dan Realm in the Eight Great Sword Sects, which shows how strong this nameless ancient temple is, and it is no wonder that the heads of the Eight Great Sword Sects have to respect this small ancient temple, and even the host of the ancient temple can be on an equal footing with the three princes of the Southern Sword Kingdom。

Xiao Fan got up early every day, sitting on the steps outside the temple hall in a daze, watching those monks doing morning classes and muttering scriptures, which made his heart very calm and enjoy the edification of Buddha nature.

Although Xiao Fan walked out of his inner demon, he also lost his direction on the road of martial arts, although he did not fall into the demon path, but his will to kill the sword path has been sealed since then, if you want to get out of the bottleneck, you must feel a new will of the sword, in order to find the way to continue to move forward, and get on the right track, otherwise the cultivation will stay here for life and will not be able to progress.

But it is not easy to comprehend the new sword intent, because at the beginning, when Xiao Fan felt the sword intent, he relied on the sword spirit of the Evil Emperor Sword, which is also the reason why he made rapid progress in the attainment of the sword intent, that is to say, he had been brought into a fork in the road by the Evil Emperor Sword when he first started on the sword intent, and now from the original point, he lost the reliance on the light in the darkness, and then explored a new way, which is undoubtedly ten times more difficult than the beginning, even if Xiao Fan's kendo talent is good, it will take a long time to be able to do it.

In this way, Xiao Fan stayed in the ancient temple for more than a month, and followed the disciples in the temple to the Buddhist hall every morning, watching them do morning classes, and calm their minds. After the morning class, he was still sitting alone on the steps at the door of the Buddhist hall in a daze.

This month, he did not meditate and cultivate, nor did he deliberately comprehend the sword intent, but was purifying his heart and having few desires, after all, cultivating martial arts, cultivating the mind is equally important, just because Xiao Fan neglected to cultivate the mind before, he accidentally entered the demon path.

After a month of Dharma edification, the demonic energy in Xiao Fan's body was gradually cleared, and the pair of starry eyes with evil eyes regained their previous luster, and there was a hint of golden Buddha light, full of wisdom.

On this day, two people came to the gate of the ancient temple.

A young man of about twenty-five or sixteen years old walked on the mountain road of the ancient temple, he looked extremely handsome, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his body was straight and upright like a jade pine, wearing a cyan robe, and he was full of righteousness, slowly approaching the gate of the ancient temple.

Behind the young man, followed by an old woman of about sixty years old, with silver hair, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, walking very steadily, and her spirit was very good.

"Donor, our temple doesn't accept outsiders, so please go back!"

Seeing the young man climbing the mountain gate, the two little novices guarding the gate of the ancient temple greeted him and said.

"Trouble the two little masters to inform your host, just say that the people of the Holy Sword Sect want to see!"

The young man's eyes were blazing and full of confidence, and he said to the two.

"Holy Sword Sect?"

The two novices hesitated, they had not heard of this sect not long after they came to the ancient temple, but they still said "Wait a minute!" and one of the novices went in to report.

Not long after, the presiding master, Master Huikong, personally led a group of elders to the door, looked at the young man, and asked, "Is the donor really from the Holy Sword Sect?"

"This should be Senior Brother Huikong!

The young man saluted respectfully and said.

"Amitabha, don't dare to be, don't dare to be! You're here to see that person, come with me!"

Master Huikong waved his hand again and again, and then said.

"Then there is Senior Brother Lao Huikong!"

Cheng Haoling followed Master Huikong into the temple.

Not long after, Huikong and Cheng Haotong appeared in front of the backyard of the ancient temple, and Master Huikong said together: "Donor, the person you want to see is inside, I'll retreat first!"

"Thank you, Senior Brother Huikong!"

Cheng Haojun nodded.

Master Huikong left, and Cheng Hao shouted loudly to the courtyard: "Uncle Feng, I was ordered by the master to come to see you!"

"Come in!"

A faint voice sounded in the courtyard.

"See Uncle Feng!"

Cheng Haojun opened the door and walked into the courtyard, only to see that the old monk was still meditating in the air, shouting respectfully.

"At the age of thirty, his cultivation has already reached the peak realm, although your master is crazy, but he really has a set of apprentices, and his apprentices are better than the other!"

The old monk opened his eyes and smiled charitentially.

"Uncle Feng has won the award, I don't know if you have always been in good health?"

Cheng Haojun smiled heartily and asked.

"Fortunately, it's no problem for my old bones to live for another hundred years, how is your master? What about your fourth senior brother who has the same personality as your master? Wasn't he always here in the past?"

The old monk shook his head and asked.

"Back to Uncle Feng's words, my fourth senior brother was originally going to come to visit you with me this time, but there was something in the sect temporarily, and he had to do it, so let me visit you alone!"

Cheng Haoling replied respectfully.

The old monk nodded, and then said: " When I left the Holy Sword Sect, your master said that he would send a disciple to serve me every five years for half a year, I didn't take it seriously at the time, I didn't expect him to really do it, starting from the big disciple he accepted, until your arrival, there have been more than 100 years, I really didn't expect him to never miss the appointment, he really sent a disciple every five years to stay for half a year, it's a little ridiculous to think about it, I'm not an ordinary old man who can't walk, what's the use of letting you young people come here?"

Cheng Haoshu replied with a smile: "Uncle Feng's cultivation is naturally not needed for us juniors to serve, but we juniors can also chat with Uncle Feng, which is also a way to fulfill filial piety, and in addition, we can also listen to Uncle Feng's preaching and guidance on cultivation, which is also our honor to be juniors!"

"Haha, you junior is quite good at talking, your master's cultivation is ten times better than mine, what can I teach you? But I need your help from your nephew!"

The old monk laughed and said.

"I don't know what's going on, Uncle Feng, just tell me what you want!"

Cheng Haojun arched his hand and said.

"In this Wujian Pavilion behind me, there is a junior of the imperial clan who is practicing, over the years, I have been like neighbors and friends with the imperial clan of the Southern Sword Kingdom, and I get along very well, and the junior in the Wujian Pavilion is very good, the emperor of the Southern Sword Pavilion asked me to guide him, since the nephew of the Cheng Master has arrived, you will guide him for me!"

The old monk said.

"Okay, since Uncle Feng has spoken, my nephew is willing to serve!"

Cheng Haojun agreed.

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On this day, Xiao Fan was still sitting in a daze on the steps outside the ancient temple hall, which had lasted for more than a month, although his heart was already very calm, but he did not have the heart to hold the sword, and the previous sharpness was no longer there, what he had to do now was to find a new sharpness, but the only way was to find an evenly matched opponent to fight, and find confidence and sharpness from the battle.

But the ancient temple is a quiet place, who wants to use force with Xiao Fan?

"Do you have something on your mind, young man? I've been watching you for days, and you're sitting here motionless, what are you thinking? Can you talk to me, an old woman?"

Early in the morning, an old woman was cleaning the temple with a broom in her hand, and when she was close to Xiao Fan, she couldn't help asking.

"It's not an old woman, I'm just looking for a feeling again!"

Xiao Fan barely squeezed out a smile on his somewhat haggard face and replied.

"Today's young people are no better than the young people my old woman saw when she was young, she has not seen real winds and waves, she doesn't know how to survive in adversity, and she can't go on with a little setback!"

The old woman didn't look at Xiao Fan, but waved the broom in her hand and cleaned up arrogantly.

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