Among the 100,000 mountains, at the foot of the Rising Sun Mountain.

High-rise buildings dot the mountain range like stars.

Under the careful count, there are hundreds of high-rise buildings.

Surprisingly, most of the doors were closed, and all kinds of birds and animals were carved on the vermilion pillars.

But because it has been left unattended for a long time, the cobwebs are dense.

This is the Jiang clan today, a family that was once an immortal force, and it can't resist the passage of time, and it has decayed to a family of only more than a hundred clansmen.

Suddenly, a separate attic rose with smoke.

That's right, like the fireworks of the mortal world, in this red wall and green tile pavilion, it looks extremely dazzling.

This wisp of green smoke is not abrupt, but adds a touch of fireworks to the pavilion here.

"Yikes! Uncle Lin finally fired! ”

"Ma Ma, I haven't visited Uncle Lin for a long time, I have to go see him."

"You don't need to leave me food."

After a year, the green smoke slowly rose again, and the group of children turned into a gust of wind and quickly ran towards the courtyard where Lin Chen was.

"Ahem, did I say you did it on purpose?"

"The dignified Yuanhai Seven Heavens powerhouse, still use fire? Don't you know how to use the Genki? ”

The entire kitchen was shrouded in smoke, choking Lin Chen's face with tears.

"Hehe, Yuan Qi doesn't need to be cultivated? Is there anything wrong with the use of mortal dust and fireworks? ”

Ling'er's little face was covered with a few stripes of black ash, with big eyes and a very precious expression.

Looking at the other party's innocent expression, Lin Chen had an urge to die.

"She's still a child, and she can't be angry with her, definitely not because she's cute, definitely not because she's cute, and she's cute."

Squatting down and teaching in person, the fire became stronger after a while, and the smoke in the kitchen was much lessened.

"Remember? Stop messing with me. ”

"I'll do a little more, and those bunnies won't let go of this opportunity."

He knows very well that those children are foodies, and while eating, they don't forget to secretly hide them in their pockets, and they don't forget to pack them.

"Hehe, Brother Lin Chen is so powerful."

Ling'er clapped her hands and applauded, with a look of "I adore you", but Lin Chen directly ignored it.

When he returned to the desk and continued to be busy with his own business, there was a noisy sound outside the door.

"Uncle Lin, are you busy? I see there are some weeds in your yard, so I'll help you deal with it first. ”

"Uncle, is that pile of rubble next to your pond useful? It's useless, I'll take care of it for you. ”

Ah Hu Erniu, who arrived first, glanced at the kitchen, and without waiting for Lin Chen to answer, he got busy with himself.

I'm afraid that others will take the lead and I don't have any work to do.

"Ah, Uncle Lin, I'll help you rub it, Xiao Qingxue, I'm amazing."

Four-year-old Xiao Qingxue, looking at Lin Chen, who was busy kneading dough, brought a stool and looked at the snow-white flour with a smile.

Saliva couldn't stop overflowing to the corners of his mouth, patted his little hand stretched out to the board, and said speechlessly: "Go and help your sister Ling'er make a fire, I don't need help." ”

The whole courtyard sounded a cheerful slapstick, and half an hour later, there was a smell of meat from the kitchen, and they were excited, poking their hands, and waiting quietly.

Looking at the kitchen with straight eyes, Ah Hu and Er Niu drowned their saliva and rubbed their hungry stomachs.

The time of happiness is always short-lived, and in the blink of an eye, three days pass quietly.

Lin Chen, who was sitting on the top floor of the attic, looked at the bright moon outside the window and fell into deep thought.

The avenue is three thousand, the sky is forty-nine, and one of them is gone.

According to Master Ling'er, he needs to choose a great path.

Then go down firmly, continue to feel in the avenue, and realize a path suitable for your own cultivation.

After a few days of contemplation, I fell into a dilemma.

Three Thousand Avenues, once chosen, are destined to have no turning back, no matter whether it is right or wrong, they can only go all the way to the end.

If you change your mind halfway and want to rebuild other avenues, your Dao mind will collapse and destroy the foundation of your monastic path.

At worst, he is stupid and crazy all his life, like the walking dead.

That road is his Lin Chen's way? He is not another Yuan Qi cultivator, and even his lifespan is only a few dozen years.

In the past few decades, countless people have not even touched the threshold of the avenue.

He Lin Chen prides himself on being intelligent, but he is still self-aware, he is confident, but not arrogant.

Thinking back on the bits and pieces of my life over the years, I finally let go of the prevarication.

When he came to the Tian Yuan Continent, he must have a lot to do with Xiao Ding, but it is not something he can see through at the moment.

"Just take you as a sustenance for your grandmother's thoughts."

Holding the hand of the mini bronze Xiaoding, he opened it easily, looked at the mysterious rune, sighed, and put it in his arms.

In the end, there will be no going back, and if you come, you will be safe.

Figure it all out and untie the knots.

For a while, he felt a lot more relaxed, and turned his head to look at the Sick Heavenly Sword.

Sword!

The king of a hundred soldiers, he was born into a family, and it can be said that he grew up playing with various swords.

I have always had a deep affection for the sword.

Even if he is in the Tian Yuan Continent now, he still has a dream of going to the end of the world with a sword in his heart.

"Ask the Heavenly Sword!"

"Ask the Heavenly Sword!"

Lin Chen clenched the scabbard of his sword, and looked at Wentian with firm eyes.

At this time, Lin Chen's body exuded an inexplicable aura, and a wave burst out from him.

The clothes are windless and automatic, the hair flutters in the wind, and the dusty temperament is like a sword fairy in the dust.

There was a sound of contention in the sheath, trembling violently, as if alive.

"Boom!"

Lin Chen excitedly pulled out and asked the sky, and a wave of pride arose spontaneously.

couldn't help but be heroic, and couldn't help but sigh.

Life is short for decades, and being a man should be this sword, just not a handle, and would rather bend than give in as a blade.

The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and man is the lord of all things.

The strong man has a three-foot sword at his waist, and a man has five books in his abdomen.

There is the ambition of the king in the world, and there is the heart of elegance and humility.

The soul buried under your blade, although I don't know how many mortals, but you are not a murder weapon, you are a kind of chivalrous spirit of sustenance, a kind of artistic conception inheritance.

Punish the evil and promote the good, hoe the strong and help the weak, and have no fear of life and death, even ordinary people, they must be happy.

Even if it is decades in this life, you have to take advantage of the excitement, and you have to go with the fun, fight the sword world, and be happy with revenge.

Wentian exuded a burst of sword light, as if he had found a fellow practitioner, and excitedly argued.

"Maybe the road of the road is his final destination."

In the depths of the ancestral hall, several old men who were alarmed by Haoran's sword qi looked at Lin Chen, seeing all this in their eyes, and also took a deep breath helplessly.

Lin Chen could always bring them unexpected surprises, but who would have thought that the avenue path they couldn't avoid was the most suitable for him?

"It's really going back the more I live."

The eighth ancestor sighed, he was nearly a thousand years old, and he didn't live as well as a child.

"Yes, the longer you live, the easier it is to be bound by the mundane."

Sensing a gust of fresh wind coming, with wisps of fragrance.

Lin Chen put his sword into the sheath and bowed to the void.

"Juniors meet seniors."

This wisp of fragrance belongs exclusively to Master Ling'er, a mysterious powerhouse who sees through his predicament.

"Yes, Haoran is upright, but it is suitable for taking the way of the sword."

"Thank you seniors for the compliment."

These strong people all recognized their choice, and Lin Chen was also a little happy in his heart, it seemed that he had chosen correctly.

"This is your creation, good life and cultivation, I hope you don't fall into the name of this Fa."

A scroll of unknown material floats slowly in the void.

Lin Chen bowed down again, and also looked forward to what kind of thing it was, even the predecessors called it creation.