The Sword Pavilion returned to its former peaceful life, and Huan Yin still insisted on his cultivation so hard, whether it was useful or not.

Except for Wen Yu, who would come to visit the master and apprentice from time to time, no one from the Sword Pavilion usually came. In the eyes of the sect, the Sword Pavilion was already in ruins, and it was useless. In the eyes of most of their peers, what the Sword Pavilion has is just two wastes, just a conversation point in their leisure time, and an object of ridicule when they are bored.

Huan Yin's master and apprentice are also used to this kind of life, and the most important thing is that they know what they are doing and what they want to get, and that is enough.

One day, Duan Yun asked Huan to go to the forest inside the mountain gate to find some silk grass. This silk grass is soft and rigid, the sword is constantly chopping, and it must be rooted to dig out of the soil, it is a good material for casting soft swords, it is rare, and it is possible to find it only in the land of immortals with abundant spiritual energy.

Huan Yin was very curious when he heard that the master wanted to cast a soft sword, so he took a bag and a small hoe, and went out excitedly.

Huan Yin searched along the way down the mountain, but he didn't see any trace of silk grass. From time to time, a few fellow disciples passed by him, some pointing, and some directly laughing.

"Yo, isn't this the inner disciple of the Sword Pavilion, the waste who hasn't cultivated for more than half a year is him. An outer disciple saw Huan Yin passing by and said sarcastically.

"Waste is still waste, who let him find a good master, although he is also a waste, but his status is high. Another outer disciple also followed suit.

Obviously, these outer disciples were jealous of Huan because of the treatment and status of the inner disciples. Huan Yin was a little annoyed, these people said that they didn't matter, but they shouldn't talk about his master.

In the end, Huan Yin walked away silently. The master said that it is useless to be angry and show these people with actions.

Huan Yin went all the way down to the forest at the foot of the mountain, but he didn't find silk grass. Suddenly, he saw a cold pool in the direction of due north from a distance, and the white cold air floated up from the pool water, which was a bit fairy. Huan Yin had been here before, and he didn't remember that there was a cold pool here, which was very strange, could it be that he was lost? He leaned towards the cold pool with curiosity.

"Slut, it is a blessing that you have cultivated for eight lifetimes to let you serve the master, don't be embarrassed. Suddenly, a voice came from the edge of the pool.

Huan Yin followed the voice and leaned over, only to see that there were three male disciples of the sect by the side of the cold pool, all of whom were fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing inner disciple robes. The one at the head of the Huan Yin recognized that he was the disciple of the Tai**** who bullied his master and apprentice at the exit of the main hall of the sect that day, named Chen Chuan, who was a well-known little bully in the sect, and often bullied the disciples in the sect by relying on his master's status in the door. On the ground in front of Chen Chuan and the three of them was a female disciple, also fifteen or sixteen years old, looking at the clothes of an outer disciple, she looked a little beautiful, but her face was full of tears.

"Chen, Senior Brother Chen, I, I won't, don't do this. The female disciple on the ground choked up.

"No? that's a virgin, haha, I just like it, come, I'll teach you, hahaha. "Chen Chuan obviously wanted to do that lewd thing to this female disciple of the outer sect.

"Senior Brother Chen, please, I'm willing to do anything else, please don't do this. The female disciple pleaded again.

"Hmph, since you don't want to, then I don't mind using a strong one, maybe it will have a different taste. Chen Chuan's face was full of ****, and he stared directly at the female disciple and said.

"I really don't know how to lift, you can do whatever Senior Brother Chen asks you to do, and it is not impossible to make Senior Brother Chen happy, and it is not impossible to get you the identity of an inner disciple. A male disciple next to Chen Chuan continued.

However, the female disciple did not reply again, but only cried with a whimper. Seeing that she had no intention of complying, Chen Chuan showed impatience on his face, stepped forward and grabbed her hand, pulled her up, and said: "Toast and don't eat and drink." As he spoke, he reached out and pulled the female disciple's clothes.

"Stop!" Huan Yin shouted as he stood up from the nearby woods. Although this matter has nothing to do with him, he really can't let him watch the woman being so bullied in front of him.

Chen Chuan was startled by this sudden sound, stopped his movements, and looked at Huan Yin. He was a little annoyed when he saw that it was just Huan Yin. The mouth was vicious: "Damn, who should I be, it turns out that you are a waste." Master is having fun here, it's your, get out of here!"

The female disciple who was being pulled by Chen Chuan also heard Huan Yin's shout, she looked over with hope in her eyes, and when she saw that it was Huan Yin, she lowered her head again.

"Chen Chuan, what kind of ability is it to bully a woman, let her go!" Huan Yin glared at Chen Chuan angrily.

"Waste, you're brainbroken, right? Do you think it's up to you to do anything to me? It's too late to get out now, otherwise, when the master's patience is gone, do you think I will still care about the feelings of my fellow disciples in this no-man's land?" Chen Chuan's good deeds were interrupted, and he was impatient.

"If you have the ability, you will come to me!" Huan was angry and unafraid.

When Chen Chuan heard Huan Yin speak like this, he immediately lost his patience, threw the luck in his hand, and a small knife shot towards Huan Yin. Although it was just an ordinary knife, it came out of the monk's hand, and where Huan Yin could dodge, his left shoulder was instantly stabbed by the knife, and blood flowed out, staining it bright red.

Huan Yin was stabbed in the shoulder, but the expression on his face did not change at all, he clenched his teeth, and still stood in the field, not retreating.

"Hmph, the waste still wants to learn from others to play the role of heroes to save beauty, looking for death. A disciple next to Chen Chuan was a little irritable when he saw Huan's momentum. The spell in his hand changed, and then he shot a strong wind at Huan Yin's right shoulder, which was the strong wind technique.

Huan Yin mortal body, he couldn't resist the slightest at all, and his right shoulder was hit by this spell with a blood hole, blood gushed out, and others were also knocked to the ground by the strength of this strong wind technique.

The three of them laughed when they saw Huan's tragic situation, and Chen Chuan said: "Waste is waste, I don't even know my own catties, and it's really funny to be strong." Then, he turned his head and said to the female disciple he was pulling with a fierce look on his face: "Wang Yan, what do you have to do with this waste? ”

The female disciple named Wang Yan saw that Chen Chuan looked like she was going to eat people, and she stopped crying in fright, and shook her head vigorously. Then, she seemed to think of something, and scolded Huan Yin loudly: "Waste, you want you to take care of my affairs with Senior Brother Chen, and you want to kill me?"

Huan Yin fell to the ground and was not lightly injured. He was relying on righteousness and enthusiasm to support himself, but when he suddenly heard the woman he wanted to save say this, he was stunned.

"Why is this happening? What the hell am I humiliating for? I'm so weak, what face do I have to pretend to be a hero? I'm such a joke, ...... Rubbish...... Waste!" Huan was in a state of confusion and fell into a demon. He doesn't care about his master's teachings, his father's expectations, or his life's pursuits. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes were empty, and he stared directly at Chen Chuan.

Chen Chuan was startled when he saw Huan Yin's eyes. He said viciously: "Waste, this slut said you were nosy, and you still don't get out?"

The next moment, Huan Yin pulled out the knife on his shoulder and rushed towards Chen Chuan. His heart was blank, only instinct remained, and he killed like crazy.

At this moment, Huan Yin was covered in blood, and his eyes were empty, like a demon. Chen Chuan was stunned by Huan Yin's appearance, he hurriedly turned sideways to avoid Huan Yin, pinched the trick in his hand again and again, and launched a strong force against Huan Yin's back with gravity.

Chen Chuan and the others were originally standing on the edge of the cold pool, but Huan rushed to be avoided by Chen Chuan at this moment, and was pushed vigorously behind the back, and was directly beaten into the pool.

A biting chill swept from all over the body, like a thousand needles pricked in pain. Huan was stirred by this pool of water, most of the nameless fire in his chest was extinguished, and his brain was also a lot clearer. He thought helplessly: "This life is like this, I don't know if it's good or bad, but I just failed to live up to the teaching and cultivation of my father and master." In the next life, if there is really an afterlife, I hope that my luck is a little better, even if I still have no qualifications, don't lack souls. In the next life, I must still cultivate immortals, and I will overhaul the heavens and the earth, and I will not be bullied by anyone. ”

The next moment, Huan Yin's limbs gradually became numb, and he couldn't even feel the pain in his injured shoulder. The faces of his father, master, sister Jiujiu and carefree appeared one by one in front of his eyes, and he silently said sorry to them in his heart, and then let himself sink to the bottom of the water.

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"Heaven is immeasurable. Suddenly, a voice sounded in Huan Yin's head. He remembered that he had been beaten into a cold pool, unconscious in the pool, how could there be a sound. He felt his body, not in the water. I should be dead, and now I should be a lonely ghost, on the legendary Huangquan Road. He wanted to open his eyes and take a look, but he couldn't.

"My name is Immeasurable, and at the age of eight, I was introduced to the Tao and started the path of seeking the Tao. I have spent more than 3,000 years going to heaven and earth, asking the Three Realms, and finally seeing the door of the truth. But sigh in front of my door, stop here, no avenue. I have realized all my life, and I have written the "Immeasurable True Sutra", which will flow in future generations, and I hope that future generations will understand my true intentions, inherit my will, and preach on my behalf. The voice just now poured into Huan Yin's head again.

Before Huan Yin could have any reaction, four big golden characters lit up in Huan Yin's heart. It was a strange feeling, I couldn't open my eyes, but I really saw it--the Immeasurable Sutra.

Under those four words, dense golden small words gradually appeared:

General Outline - Measurer, Extreme. Immeasurable is infinite, with immeasurable heart, immeasurable fate, immeasurable spirit, immeasurable soul, into immeasurable way.

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Volume 1, The Sutra of Immeasurable Spirits. Condense immeasurable qi, gather immeasurable strength, refine immeasurable refinement, transform immeasurable English, and can expect immeasurable spirit......