Beside him stood a blindfolded boy in sackcloth, his face occupied by fear.

Under the perception of his divine sense, he could feel that there was no road in front of him, and this was a cliff.

"Master? What are we doing here? ”

His eyes couldn't see it, but he could feel that Lin Changfeng's state at this time was terrifying.

The divine sense fell on Lin Changfeng's body, and under his induction, Lin Changfeng was not like a person, but more like an extremely sharp sword, even if the breeze blew, it could be divided into two halves.

He didn't understand this wonderful feeling, but the master beside him must be a great swordsman!

Looking at the flowing streams and layers of mountains and rivers at the foot of the mountain, Lin Changfeng raised his head and closed his eyes, and said indifferently: "Listen to the wind." ”

"Listen to the wind?" The young man turned his head in confusion, and looked at the master beside him curiously, not understanding why he was listening to the wind.

"Feel the wind, listen to the wind, and touch his presence." Lin Changfeng's tone was very slow, but the young man still didn't understand very much, and he didn't understand until he felt the breeze on his face.

The two of them, one older and one younger, stood on the edge of the cliff and felt the breeze, and Yin Wanting, who was behind them, showed a thoughtful look, not understanding what the master and apprentice were doing.

Lin Ye stared at the backs of the two of them, and sneered: "Although this kid is holding a wooden sword, he hasn't done it yet, but he wants to teach the child to comprehend the meaning, which is ridiculous." ”

In my opinion, this is completely a joke, not to mention that the teenager's comprehension ability is limited, even if he comprehends, what can he do after holding the sword?

So he didn't take it to heart, but felt that Lin Changfeng was too anxious.

If you want to comprehend the meaning, you need to understand the sword at least, although the young man's fingers are rough, but at first glance, he is a person who has not yet held a sword, how can he comprehend such a profound meaning.

"Meaning? Sword intent? "Yin Wanting is twenty years old, but she has not yet cultivated, what she wants to pursue is the ultimate immortal path, not a monk.

So even though she didn't understand these things very well, she could also learn a thing or two from Lin Ye's words.

Lin Ye didn't speak, shook his head and said, "Princess, let's go, he can't teach anything." ”

"You go down first, I'll see it here." After Yin Wanting finished speaking, she took a step towards Lin Changfeng.

Stretching out his hand to stop it, Lin Ye saw Yin Wanting's furrowed eyebrows, and knew that the princess was angry, so she withdrew her hand.

"In this case, the subordinates will retire first."

After speaking, he took a deep look at Lin Changfeng, frowned and left.

Coming to Lin Changfeng's side with elegant steps, she also closed her eyes slightly, seriously feeling the breeze and her long skirt dancing in the wind.

But when the long skirt was about to approach Lin Changfeng, it was cut off by a sharp sword qi, and she didn't know what happened to Lin Changfeng without divine sense.

It's just that she feels that the aura on Lin Changfeng's body is very sharp, which makes people not want to get closer, and even she is worried.

After a while, she opened her eyes and looked at Lin Changfeng and asked, "Sir, if I can reach the top of the Supreme, is Sir willing to take me as an apprentice?" ”

Opening his eyes slightly, a sword light blew in front of Lin Changfeng's eyes, and he shook his head and said, "You can't do it." ”

Lin Changfeng said this sentence very firmly, as if he could predict the future, which made Yin Wanting wonder why he was so sure.

"Why is the gentleman so sure?"

She was curious about Lin Changfeng, from the beginning of the son to the gentleman, and being able to be called a gentleman by the princess of one dynasty is enough to show her respect for Lin Changfeng.

Looking sideways slightly, Lin Changfeng's sharp gaze fell on her, and said indifferently: "You don't have the heart that a strong person should have." ”

As he spoke, Lin Changfeng looked down at the blindfolded young man and asked, "If you want to worship me as a teacher, are you willing to abandon your cultivation?" ”

The young man was still feeling the flow of the wind, but when he heard this, his face changed slightly, and he did not answer, but became entangled.

"He doesn't have the heart of a strong man, you belong to the same kind."

After saying this, Lin Changfeng turned around and left, this time the young man did not follow, but used his divine sense to sense Lin Changfeng's disappearance.

Yin Wanting looked at the young man and said with a slight bitterness: "Do you know what the heart of a strong man is?" ”

The young man raised his eyes covered by the white cloth, shook his head blankly, and said, "I don't know, do the strong still need to abolish their own cultivation?" ”

Pulling the young man to sit on the stone on one side, Yin Wanting glanced at the place where she was standing just now, where there was an extra piece of purple silk.

She pulled up the hem of her skirt and looked at it, wondering how her skirt had been cut.

The young man sat on the stone, lowered his head, and said in a muffled voice: "Master is very strong, I can feel it, but it is not easy for me to cultivate to the foundation building realm. ”

In fact, only Yin Wanting knows what the reason is, and she studied this aspect when she was in the palace.

The monk's practice is completely different from the immortal path exercise, if the monk wants to enter the cultivation of immortals, then it is necessary to abandon the cultivation, after all, the immortal path is extremely domineering, and can only choose a path to run through to the end, and once you set foot on it, there will be no possibility of turning back.

This is also why she has not been willing to cultivate so far, and she disdains to be a monk at all when she pursues the path of immortality.

"Actually, you are much happier than me, at least after you abolish your cultivation, you can successfully worship under Mr., and I need to plot a rebellion......"

At this moment, she suddenly felt that she had chosen the wrong one, if she had known that the immortal path was so difficult to find, she might not have pursued this path.

Thinking of this in her heart, she was stunned.

"Is the heart of the strong that Mr. said because he is not firm enough?" With a low estimate in her heart, she looked at the hesitant teenager and seemed to understand something.

"So...... If I want to apprentice, do I have to rebel first? ”

When this thought came to mind, she felt ridiculous, she hadn't cultivated yet, even if she started plotting, who would want to obey?

Even if someone obeys, how can she ensure that the throne will fall on her?

In her opinion, Xiantu was a joke, glancing at the young man, she patted the other party's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Sir is a very terrible person, if you are not willing to abandon yourself, you will have nothing to do with him for the rest of your life." ”

Ignoring the hesitant young man, she turned away from the cliff and said with a wry smile: "I have been obsessed for more than ten years, but in the end I found that I couldn't step into the immortal path at all, which is really ridiculous." ”

Turning his head to look at the direction where Yin Wanting disappeared, the young man was thoughtful, and after a long time, he walked down the mountain with difficult steps.

The expression on his face was no longer confused, and after he returned to the small courtyard where Lin Changfeng lived, he made up his mind and knelt down directly.

He was no longer confused, and shouted firmly: "Wang Wenhao is willing to worship Mr. as a teacher and abolish his cultivation!" ”

The spiritual power was drumming, Wang Wenhao directly shattered the dantian in his body, and knelt in front of Lin Changfeng with a pale face.

His consciousness vanished, and he couldn't see anything, except the faint sound of the wind and the pounding of his heart.

There was a stabbing pain in his abdomen, but there was no trace of remorse on his face.