After Swintai finished yelling, the heat on his body dropped, and his mind regained some sense, and then he felt a little embarrassed.

Sven looked at him dissatisfied, and scolded angrily:

"What are you yelling about? Look at your smug appearance, how can you still have the demeanor of a foundation building monk? Shameful stuff! ”

Kan Lin also looked at Swentai strangely at first, and then his signature smile was put on his face again, and he congratulated Swentai and Swenguang:

"Congratulations to Sven seniors and Swen Daoyou, your family is so happy to cultivate the true genius, it is really a godsend, and the virtue is shining!"

Hearing this, Swing suddenly felt a fluctuation in his heart:

Is the fate of his own son known only to a small number of people in his own family? Or is it spreading everywhere!?

Swintai soon had an answer, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became strange.

Seeing that Swentai looked at Kan Lin's eyes with a ruthless look, Kan Lin was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly lowered his head to avoid his gaze.

Swen Taiping already looked down on these loose cultivators, and now he has the head of his own Jin Dan beside him......

Then, Swintai turned his head and asked his head without hesitation:

"I don't know if this person's tone is tight, or if he is him now?"

After finishing speaking, he also made a gesture to Kan Lin with a cruel smile on his face: straighten his palm and quickly swipe his neck.

The head of Shandu, Si Wenguang, also looked at Kan Lin with an unkind face, Kan Lin was just looking at his nose and nose at this time, as if he hadn't heard anything, but his heart was shaking uncontrollably, and fear spread.

Am I going to capsize in the gutter and die today?

Swen Guang looked at Kan Lin and thought for a moment, then looked at Swen Tai on the side and shook his head slightly, and at the same time said to him:

"You don't have to act rashly, the more people you kill, the more you can't keep your secret. Killing him here now will arouse the suspicion of some well-intentioned people. ”

Swintai thought to himself, and it wouldn't be good if he scared his precious son.

At this time, Swenguang suddenly scolded Swintai loudly: "Swentai, you are so bold, you dare to be disrespectful to the distinguished guests of this sect? ”

Then, Swen Guang looked at Kan Lin with a smile again, and said to him with a pleasant face:

"It's all because the old man has no way to teach, let the little friend see the joke, and the old man will punish him fiercely later!"

At this moment, Swenguang did not have the slightest frame of a Jindan monk, and lived like an amiable elder.

Afterwards, Swentai also approached Kan Lin with a smile, patted Kan Lin's shoulder a few times in a friendly manner, and apologized:

"It should be punished, it should be punished, it's all the fault of the foolish brother, the foolish brother shouldn't make these rude jokes, didn't scare the virtuous brother, right?"

Kan Lin was shocked when he heard this, and scolded the nineteenth generation ancestor of the Swain family ten thousand times in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, and said with a smile:

"How so? What is the relationship between the younger brother and Brother Swain? It's been a lifelong friendship for more than ten years. ”

Swintai laughed when he heard this, and then sighed:

"That's true, the foolish brother and the virtuous brother are each other's confidants, the foolish brother can rest assured to hand over his back to the virtuous brother, the most trusted brother in this life is the virtuous brother, the virtuous brother you have also seen, the most beloved son of the foolish brother needs a life-watching monk, the first thing that the foolish brother thinks of is the virtuous brother."

Swentai is a "foolish brother" and a "virtuous brother", which really made Kan Lin feel sick to his stomach for a while, but he still replied:

"Your family can appear such a prodigy, in the final analysis, it has to be the credit of Brother Swain, thinking of the unsuccessful children of the younger brother's family, the younger brother is really envious!"

After saying this, Kan Lin himself felt shameless, but he had no choice but to continue to have a hypocritical conversation with Swintai.

......

After a while, Sven couldn't stand it anymore, so he coughed lightly:

"Ahem, ahem......"

The cough fell to the ground, and the hall was indeed quiet.

After successfully interrupting the conversation between Swin Tai and Kan Lin, Swen Guang used his mana to take out a piece of parchment paper and a spirit pen from the storage bag, and then held the spirit pen to sketch dozens of strokes on the parchment, and then handed the parchment paper to Kan Lin, and at the same time said to him without doubt:

"This is a soul contract, the name of this seat has been signed, now it's yours."

Kan Lin took the parchment and looked at it word by word, only to see that it asked him not to reveal to anyone everything that happened in the main hall today, and the second half said that Shandumen would not embarrass himself and so on.

Kan Lin immediately signed his name without hesitation after reading it, and then he felt that there was something in the dark and glanced at him, as if he was swept by a cool breeze, and his soul trembled.

But his heart no longer trembled, because he knew that his life and death were back in his hands, and this was already the best result.

He was relieved, bowed heavily to Swin, and said:

"The juniors are here to thank Senior Swain."

Sven nodded, accepted it, and then took the boy away, leaving only one sentence:

"Captain Swing, send off."

"Yes!"

Swintai took the order and made a "please" gesture to Kan Lin.

After a while, the temple was calm.

Kan Lin and Swentai walked to the original hall together, Kan Lin looked inside, and the debut meeting was nearing the end, and there were only a few children left in the field.

Walking forward again, they met the female disciple who had led the way before, and when Swentai saw her, he beckoned to her, and the female disciple came to them and greeted them with a smile:

"Elder Swain, Senior Kan, hello!"

Kan Lin said "um", and Swentai nodded:

"Senior nephew, you came just in time, and then you will send Kan Daoyou off."

"Disciple obeys!"

The female disciple was quite happy, and her eyes seemed to glow when she heard this.

Then Swentai said to Kan Lin nonchalantly:

"Elder Ben still has important things to do, Kan Daoyou, please take care of yourself."

"Sven Daoyou, you can just do your job."

Kan Lin had nothing to do, and he wished that Swentai would leave.

Afterwards, Kan Lin walked towards the mountain gate with the female disciple.

But as he walked, Kan Lin noticed that something was wrong, and the female disciple got closer and closer, and in the end, she rubbed herself intentionally or unintentionally.

Kan Lin immediately shook her away unceremoniously, and asked in a loud voice:

"Junior, what do you mean by that?"

"The juniors didn't mean to offend the seniors, please forgive the seniors!"

The female disciple was so frightened that she knelt down on the spot, looking pitiful, and then walked to Kan Lin on her knees, and said with courage:

"The juniors recently got a second-order jade slip, and I want to invite the seniors to appreciate their faces to the juniors' cave mansion."

"This ...... Another day. ”

Kan Lin just wanted to leave Shandumen as soon as possible, and he didn't have the leisure to take care of a female cultivator in the Qi refining period.

The female disciple showed a disappointed look when she heard this, and honestly led the way in front of her. Soon, the end point was reached, and the female disciple stopped here and said goodbye: "Senior go slowly!" ”

Kan Lin nodded at it, and stepped out of the Shandu Mountain Circle without hesitation.

Then there was a flash of light, and Kan Lin returned to the outside of the peak.

Kan Lin looked at this majestic mountain, he thought of the scene that happened in the hall, and he was afraid for a while, and his thoughts were full for a while:

In the future, there will be less life observation in Baishan, and the Southern Chumen in the north has been moving into some small sects further north in recent years, these small sects should lack life observation monks, I can just go to earn some spirit stone rewards, and it is rare that almost all of these small sects are from the Qiyun Sect's righteous path, and I heard that most of them are very decent.

Then he thought of Swintai's gaffe after learning of the boy's fate, and he didn't think so:

Although the physique of a monk with a single natal and single spiritual root is rare, it has never been broken, but what about the monk who transforms into a god?

Throughout the history of Baishan in the past tens of thousands of years, there is only one one.

Also the capital of the gods?

It's really just a mouthful!

......

Fifteen years later, in a cave inside the Shandu Gate, a young monk was meditating cross-legged.

Swen Ren had no distracting thoughts, he kept guarding the dantian, and kept running the exercises to absorb the water aura in the cave, and the aura gathered more and more in the body and finally reached the limit.

Immediately after that, there was a "boom".

Everything is in place, the last pass in the body is opened, the aura spreads all over the body along the meridians, and the qi refining has been completed.

Swenren's hands slowly tightened, and his closed eyes slowly opened, ending a big Zhou Tian's cultivation.

At this time, he felt the abundant energy in his whole body, and danced excitedly.

Soon, he withdrew his expression again, and waved his hand to create a large cloud of water in the air, which was like a smooth mirror facing his own water surface, reflecting a handsome face, like a high-grade spiritual jade collected in a large trading house.

"Monks also have joys, sorrows, and sorrows, but the heart of the Tao is like calm water." He looked at the surface of the water and said something in his mouth, "The surface of the water can reflect the expression on my face as it is, but it is unmoved." ”

"Now that I have only reached the perfection of Qi refining, the path of cultivation I have to take is still very long, so I can't be too complacent."

At this moment, he suddenly felt a clear guidance in his mind, as if something was calling him in the distance.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl, because he knew that this was the foundation building guidance that his predecessors often talked about, and this kind of incomparably mysterious foundation building guidance was really the greatest opportunity for monks to build a foundation, and he must grasp it.

As soon as Swenren walked out of the cave, a middle-aged man with a sallow face greeted him with concern and asked with a smile:

"Ren'er, you're finally out of the customs, how are you cultivating now?"

Swinen unhurriedly released a trace of breath, smiled and asked rhetorically:

"Is my father still satisfied?"

"Qi refining is complete, good, good, good! What a satisfaction it is to be a father! Swintai looked very happy at the moment, as if it was himself who had entered the realm, and then he smiled mysteriously, "Take you to a good place for your father to relax." ”

"Well, the good place my father said shouldn't be some kind of black market for selling slaves, right?"

I still remember that two years ago, at the end of my retreat, my father said that he would take him to a good place, but he ended up in a black market where slaves were being sold.

"Ren'er, who do you think of as a father?" Swintai said righteously, and then urged: "Ren'er, you can go and see with your father." ”

Seeing this, Swenren could only say helplessly: "But father, I have already felt the guidance of building the foundation, so let's go to that good place another day." ”

"Oh? Where did the guidance come from? ”

"It's somewhere in the Black River in the north."

"Hahaha! That's a coincidence, the place where Father wants to take you is also in Heihe. ”

......

A few days later, in the Heihe Fang, there was a sea of people, and from a distance, it looked like countless dense small black dots, and there was no end in sight.

In a huge ring in the middle, two monks from different sects were fighting, and the two of them tried their best to fight back and forth, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

The audience cheered and applauded, sarcastically ridiculed, and scolded loudly.

Svenren just started to gather his eyes and carefully watched the fighting methods of the two monks in the ring, but after a while, he found that the fighting methods of the two were simply full of flaws, and there were many times when he could easily end the battle by using thunder methods, and he had to make moves one by one from low to high, and his evaluation of this was:

The level of these two monks is half a pound and eight taels, they are giving each other a chance, but they have tacit understanding and they don't grasp it, and as a result, they have exhausted their means, but they have not yet decided the winner.

So he lost the interest of continuing to watch, and remembered the episode that happened in his own sect.

On that day, in addition to his father, there were more than a dozen fellow disciples who went out of the mountain with him, and even the head of his own Jindan also went with him.

This area of Heihefang belongs to the traffic artery, with the Imperial Beast Gate in the east, the Fumeng in the south, the Southern Chu City in the west, and the Qiyun faction in the north. Everyone is optimistic about the development prospects of Heihefang and feels that this Fang City can generate huge benefits in the future. So the large and small sects in the vicinity came to this Fang Market to open a branch, and I heard that not long ago, my own Shandumen also opened a small shop here.

But the question is, no matter how many interests there are, so many sects divide them together, how many benefits can each family share? Moreover, this place nominally belongs to the owner of this place, Chu Qinmen, and the small Chu Qinmen can't resist the sects, because his family doesn't even have foundation building monks, only a few Qi refining period monks with big cats and small cats.

But who can't stand the backers of other sects, who dares to disobey the will of the Southern Chumen of the Yuanying Sect?

As a result, many middle and low-level sects were driven out of Heihefang again, and Shandumen was no exception, leaving only some powerful Yuanying sects.

Originally, the matter ended here, but I don't know what's going on, recently Nan Chumen proposed to reconsider the interests of Heihefang, and decide the territory of Heihefang through the ranking of the competition, and the sects of the Royal Beast, Qiyun, Nanchu, and Baishan can all participate in this competition, which is why the Shandumen people are here.

Swenren thought for a long time, and the surrounding audience suddenly burst into cheers, and Swenren looked up and saw that it was the two monks on the stage who finally decided the winner.

Swinren smiled at this, then turned his head to Swintai beside him, and asked him:

"Father, I have a doubt, it seems that the construction of this Heihe Fang has only started in recent years, who came up with the idea in the first place?"

"This ...... It's not clear to be a father, but this must have something to do with the Chu Qinmen located here. Swintai then pointed in one direction and continued:

"Look at the group of people in red clothes sitting over there are the monks of Chu Qinmen, and the thin middle-aged Taoist priest in the middle is the head of Chu Qinmen, Qi Xiu, don't look at him now, he looks sanctimonious now, in fact, he has the most bad ideas in his stomach, he is holding the thighs of Nan Chumen, a monk at the bottom of Qi refining, he dares to give your father and me anger."

"Oh? The head of the lowest level of Qi refining. ”

Swenren followed his gaze, and after seeing Qi Xiu, he suddenly froze in place.

In a trance, he saw a strange monkey waving its teeth and claws at him, and there was a fluctuation in his sea of consciousness, both real and illusory.