"You ......" looked at Lin Tian unexpectedly, frowning deeply: "How did you come here?!" ”

"Huh?" Lin Tian didn't know Fei Ming, but listening to Fei Ming's tone, it seemed that he knew himself?

"What do you mean by that?"

With his hands behind him, a white robe fluttered in the wind, "I know you're not from this world. ”

Lin Tian was shocked, almost thinking that he had crossed over and was unexpectedly recognized, and then reacted: "I am indeed not a person in the Quiet Realm, and I was forced to get involved. ”

"Can you send us out?"

Fei Ming shook his head, and his tone was very calm: "I'm just trapped in a quiet consciousness, I can't get out, how can I help you get out?" ”

"You're just a consciousness?" Lin Tian was a little surprised.

"Yes, my body used to be a sword cultivator in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and for some reason, I left a consciousness here."

"What about this little girl?" Lin Tian pointed at Murong Ge's little girl, "Can she help us out?" ”

Maybe the key to getting out is this little girl.

"She can't either, she, like me, is also trapped in a quiet consciousness." He said, "But there is an old immortal who can send you out." ”

"Old and immortal?" Lin Tian asked curiously, "Who is that?" ”

He smiled disdainfully, and then said, "It doesn't matter who it is, as long as I can help you out." ”

"Before you do, though, there's one thing you need to do for me."

"It's important to me, and it's important to you!"

Lin Tian frowned, very important to me? So he said, "Then tell me what it is." ”

"Find my sword—fate!" Word by word, slowly spit out.

"Suka...... Life? "It's a strange name, not quite like the name of a sword.

Fei Fei's tone was long: "Yes, in front of the fateful blade, Wan Feng is easy, and it is my matching sword." ”

"By the time you get it, maybe you'll understand a lot of things."

Lin Tian heard it in a fog, what does it mean that I understand a lot of things?

"People with high cultivation like to talk like this?" Lin Tian was a little speechless.

He smiled: "No way, there are some things I can't tell you, not to mention that these things are now known to be harmful to you, you just need to find the sword, and you will know everything when the time comes!" ”

Lin Tian temporarily suppressed his curiosity: "Okay, then I promise you, but where should I find it?" ”

"Listen to me tell a story." The eyes of the non-fatal are deep, telling about an experience in his body.

……

Fei Ming used to be a famous sword cultivator in the immortal cultivation world, and his matching sword was called "fate".

In front of the blade of fate, Wan Feng is easy.

There was once a sect, the Tibetan Sword Pavilion, when the sect was established, it was guided by the immortals, and it was proud of it, and he did not take the world's sword cultivation in his eyes.

At that time, the non-naming was quite loud, and the masters of that generation were quite dissatisfied with the fate, so in addition to practicing swordsmanship, they sent disciples to cast tens of thousands of good swords, and invited them to go with ten thousand swords in a array.

"It's fate, I heard that you are the master of the Sword Cultivation Realm of Immortals, do you dare to come to my Hidden Sword Pavilion to try it?" The master of the Hidden Sword Pavilion directly sent someone to spread the information of the invitation to the immortal cultivation realm.

Fei Ming has long been a master, and when he heard that a clown invited him, he agreed to go.

He went to the sky, and it was raining continuously, but where he didn't pass by, the rain was avoided, and the red glow was laid into a blanket.

The Tibetan Sword Pavilion is on the high mountain, and when it reaches the foot of the mountain, the array of ten thousand swords is condensed at the foot.

He did not perform a sword move behind his hands, but his fate was spontaneously sheathed, and with the flickering of the sword light, ten thousand swords fell at the foot of the mountain, and the sword formation collapsed.

Seeing this, the door master was embarrassed and indignant: "With the advantage of the sword, what kind of ability is it?" ”

He sneered, "How are you doing?" ”

The door master pondered for a moment, and then said excitedly: "The immortal said when he instructed us to hide the sword pavilion that the sword should not be attached to the sword, but everything should be a sword. ”

"Do you dare to unleash your fate and fight against the sword cultivators in my Hidden Sword Pavilion?"

"Hahahaha." He raised his hand and plunged the sword of fate into the ground, because it was so sharp, the ground was like tofu and was plunged deep into it, and the hilt of the sword sank into the ground.

"Just let me see how good the sect that has been instructed by the immortals is!"

"Good!" When the master of the door saw that he had thrown out the sword, he was determined: "Do you want to choose a sword as a weapon?" ”

He raised his middle finger at the door owner, and said in a contemptuous tone: "One finger is enough." ”

“？？？” When the people of the Hidden Sword Pavilion saw Fei Ming's behavior, their combat power exploded in an instant, and they fought against Fei Ming one after another.

For three days and three nights, the Tibetan Sword Pavilion went up to the master of the door and down to the apprentices, and all of them were defeated.

"If no one can win me, then I will pick up your brand of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, and you will not be allowed to practice swords in the future." Fei Ming is still holding his middle finger vertically, and there is sword qi on it, and it seems that the plaque will be split in the next second.

"You...... Don't deceive people too much! The doorman gritted his teeth.

"Hahaha, how much do I deceive?"

"Even if you call for battle and can afford to win, you should naturally be able to lose." The tone of the non-fatal voice was calm, and the sword qi in his hand was thrown out, and he went straight to the plaque.

"Ugh." A sigh suddenly came out, and a blind handyman who was picking dung suddenly pulled out his flat burden, blocking the non-fatal sword qi.

"Huh?" Fei Ming was slightly surprised, but he didn't expect the handyman to have this skill.

So he used the sword to test the blind man.

The blind handyman saw the non-hit finger attacking, and hurriedly danced to deal with it, and in the crowd of onlookers, the two fought for a day and a night.

"You've lost." Holding a strand of the blind man's fine hair, he calmly spoke.

The blind handyman still held the flat pole in his hand, and shook his head: "Not to win or lose, just to defend the Hidden Sword Pavilion, go on, until I die." ”

"Hahahaha, for your sake......" He turned around and left, his figure getting farther and farther away from the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

"For five hundred years after me, the Hidden Sword Pavilion is not allowed to cultivate swords." His voice came from a distance, and the entire Hidden Sword Pavilion heard it.

"You first think clearly about the mystery of swordsmanship, don't even practice the most ordinary pick and stab enough."

The master of the door was ashamed, the mountain gate was closed, and the sect was all pondering the mystery of the sword, and he had not left the mountain so far.

……

Hearing this, Lin Tian exhaled, "That sect master can actually be regarded as trustworthy, but what does this matter have to do with your sword-matching fate?" ”

He remembered that he had to find his own saber fate, and ended up telling a lot of things about what he had pretended to be forced before.

"My sword-fate, naturally has something to do with this sect." Fei Ming sighed: "At that time, I inserted my fate on the ground of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, and I didn't notice it because I inserted it too deeply, so I forgot to bring it when I left." ”

"......" Lin Tian secretly complained to himself, you pretended to be overdone, you must have pretended to be a master at that time, and only after you went far did you pass on the voice to inform the requirements, which is generally the case with the masters in novels.

As a result, I forgot to match the sword.

"Alas, so after the Hidden Sword Pavilion closed the mountain, my body thought that fate was still with them, so I went back to look for it." Fei Ming was very helpless: "As a result, they sealed the mountain very completely, and my body has not been found." ”

"Later, for some reason, the body left a consciousness in the tranquility, that is, me."

Lin Tian was a little speechless, it was really the old lady who went into the quilt - he smiled at the master.

"Okay, I'll help you find that sword 'fate', you can tell me who that old immortal is now."

He nodded with satisfaction: "Actually, it's not just for me, it's also for you." ”

Then he shouted: "Don't pretend to be dead, get out of here!" ”