"When...... While...... When ......" rhythmic metal knocking came from outside, waking Huan Yin up. He slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was a giant sword hanging in the air, the tip of which was aimed at him. Huan Yin was startled, and he propped himself up, only to find himself lying on a large bed with a thick quilt on his body. The sandalwood incense in the room burns quietly, filling the room with a sense of tranquility. If it weren't for the giant sword hanging in the air, Huan Yin would have thought that he had returned to his home in Jingzhou.

He straightened up, steadied himself, and looked at the greatsword carefully before he calmed down. It turned out that it was just a pattern painted on the ceiling of this room, but the painting was too realistic, and Huan Yin didn't look at it carefully when he opened his sleepy eyes.

Huan Yin felt his body, except for hunger, there was no discomfort. He looked around closely, and it was a large room, and the walls around it were plain white except for the greatsword painted on the ceiling. There was also a desk, a cupboard, and nothing else. The whole room is simple and simple to the extreme, and some are empty.

Huan Yin remembered that he was originally waiting for Xianyuan by the boulder by the Qingchuan River, and a heavy rain made him unconscious. It seems that he was rescued and brought here. Huan Yin got up from the bed, then got dressed and walked in the direction of the door. He was going to thank the person who saved him, and although he didn't wait for the fairy fate in the end, he still survived.

Huan Yin pushed the door open, and the sound of tapping metal became clearer. The voice came from downstairs, and the person who saved him must have been busy with something, and he followed the sound downstairs. It was a five-story building, with several rooms on each of the four floors, and was connected by a long corridor on the outside, which resembled an inn, except that various sword drawings were hung on each pillar of the corridor.

On the first floor of the building is a spacious hall, which is cleaned. Above the main hall of the hall, there was a black table full of spirit tablets, and the largest piece in the center read: The Spirit Seat of the Seven Absolute Sons of the Sword Pavilion Lord. There are also many spiritual positions next to it, all of which are marked with the words "Sword Pavilion XX".

Although he didn't know who the people on these spirit tablets were, Huan Yin still knelt down on the futon in front of the spirit seat and bowed three times. Then he stood up and walked out of the hall.

Outside is an open terrace with a smooth floor of masonry. Looking out from the terrace, there are endless mountains and mist. In the middle of the terrace, there was a huge stove, and the flames inside were burning red, and Huan Yin seemed to feel the temperature around him just by looking at the color. Next to the stove, there was a man in a cyan robe, with a blacksmith's heat-insulating skirt around his lower body, holding something with tongs in his left hand, and constantly beating the tongs with a hammer in his right hand.

That person didn't notice Huan Yin, but was very attentive to what he was doing. Huan Yin didn't rush up to disturb him, but waited silently on the side, watching. After a while, the man seemed to be tired, stretched his waist, and found Huan Yin standing aside. He smiled at Huanyin, put down what he was doing, and walked over.

Huan Yin finally saw his face clearly, it was a man about thirty years old, with red phoenix eyes, lying silkworm eyebrows, broad face, and a heroic face. If it weren't for the fact that he was dressed as a blacksmith and his face was still blackened, he would look like a general written in the book.

"You're up. When the man approached, he whispered to Huan Yin, and his tone was a little contrary to his appearance.

Huan Yin bowed down and said, "Sir, did you save me?"

The man smiled slightly, "I happened to be on my way that day, and when I saw you fainting under the tree, trembling, I brought you back." How's that, do you feel better? ”

Huan Yin bowed to the man again, and said: "Thank you Mr. for saving your life, my name is Huan Yin, Mu Ganhuan, the cause of cause and effect." What do you call him?"

The man saw that Huan was knowledgeable and thoughtful, and he liked it very much, so he nodded and said, "My name is Duan Yun." ”

"Mr. Duan, where is this place?"

"This is in the Wuliangmen Mountain, and this place is called the Sword Pavilion. ”

"The Infinite Gate, but that's the most ...... The most ......" Huan Yin said to the edge of his mouth, feeling inappropriate, and swallowed it back, his little face flushed.

Duan Yun laughed, and took Huan Yin's words: "It is the weakest immortal cultivation sect in Yangzhou, the Infinite Sect. ”

Huan Yin felt very guilty and apologized repeatedly. Suddenly, he remembered the old man Ci Yuanling's guidance, as well as the sword marks on the black boulder, and immediately knelt on the ground with a "plop", and said loudly: "Please also ask Mr. to take me as an apprentice!"

Duan Yun helped Huan Yin up and asked, "Child, where are you from, why did you faint under that tree that day?" ”

Huan Yin explained his life experience to Duan Yun one by one, and also told all his experiences in Yangzhou, but only some of the old man Ci Yuanling Huan Yin bypassed.

After Duan Yun heard this, he was quite emotional, Huan Yin was only less than nine years old, he had experienced setbacks, but he was dedicated to the Tao, this heart was very rare, and it was no wonder that it was the best heart. It's just that this has no qualifications to cultivate immortals, but it is more difficult than ascending to the sky. He sighed slightly, and then said: "Child, your qualifications are limited, maybe you have nothing to do with the Immortal Dao in this life, why don't you want to open some and find another way?"

"I'm not afraid of hard work, please accept me!" Huan Yin said firmly.

Duan Yun shook his head and was silent for a long time.

Huan Yin saw that Duan Yun no longer spoke, and he was very distressed, knowing that it might be difficult to fulfill his wish today. He had an idea, and thought that as long as he didn't leave the Infinite Gate, there would be a chance. Immediately changed the topic and asked, "Sir, what kind of place is the Sword Pavilion?" ”

Duan Yun listened to his question, his brows stretched slightly, and he replied: "Our Sword Pavilion is one of the many branches of the Infinite Gate, and the original Pavilion Master Seven Absolute Sons are one of the few masters of the Infinite Gate, not only skilled in swordsmanship, but also proficient in the method of sword casting. The disciples of the Sword Pavilion are all the same as the Seven Peerless Sons of the Pavilion Master, cultivating the art of the sword and studying the method of the sword. Our vein is not only advanced in cultivation, but also provides a large number of immortal sword magic weapons for the sect, which can be said to be an indispensable vein in the Infinite Sect. Speaking of this, Duan Yun paused, as if remembering some painful past, frowned again, and said in a much lower voice: "I am a disciple of the previous generation of the Sword Pavilion, and I studied under the Seven Peerless Sons. In an important mission of the sect, the master and the three pavilion elders led more than 30 of our senior brothers and sisters out of the pavilion, and encountered a strong enemy on the way, and all the disciples of the Sword Pavilion except me were killed. In order to save me, the master and the three elders of the pavilion used their lives to stop the enemy, and they never returned. Although I was able to survive, I was also injured too badly, and my cultivation was completely useless, and I could no longer cultivate. The more Duan Yun spoke to the back, the quieter his voice became, and finally it was almost inaudible.

Huan Yin knew that he had asked the wrong thing, so he was silent for a long time.

Duan Yun was silent for a while and then said, "The sect has lost our vein, and its vitality has been greatly damaged, which is also one of the reasons why the Infinite Sect is in such decline now. ”

When Duan Yun said this, he looked at Huan Yin silently, as if he was thinking about something, and he arrived after a while: "Now, I am the only one left in this Sword Pavilion, and my cultivation is completely gone, and the Sword Pavilion is already in name only in the Infinite Gate." If it weren't for the fact that the elders in the sect looked at my master's old face, I am afraid that the Sword Pavilion would have been abolished long ago. Now I am alone here, and I can only live by forging swords, but I have no cultivation in my body, but I can no longer refine the fairy sword I used to have. Duan Yun felt a sense of loneliness, and then said, "The sword I am refining now can only be used by disciples who are still cultivating in the sect. Now, are you still willing to cultivate immortals with me?"

"If Mr. is willing to teach me, I will do my best to repay the Sword Pavilion!" Huan Yin blurted out without thinking about it.

Duan Yun looked surprised, he was extremely surprised by this child's temperament, you must know that the Infinite Sect was originally the last sect in Yangzhou, the Dao system was in danger, and the Sword Pavilion was even more in name only. He still remembered that he wanted to add a few disciples to the Sword Pavilion in order to keep the incense of the Sword Pavilion continuous, but who knew that even the miscellaneous servants in the sect refused to join the Sword Pavilion. Now the child named Huan Yin in front of him actually agreed without even thinking about it after listening to his words, which is really rare.

"Child, I can pass on your method of cultivating immortals, but your qualifications are limited, so you can't force it. Duan Yun said.

"If I can't cultivate immortals, I will learn to forge swords with my master!" Huan Yin knelt down and bowed to Duan Yun.

"Okay, come and worship my Sword Pavilion Ancestor, you are the disciple of my Sword Pavilion generation!" Although Huan Yin's qualifications were really unbearable, Duan Yun was moved by Huan Yin's persistence, and a little hope for the future of the Sword Pavilion rose in his heart.

Duan Yun walked to the spiritual seat above the lobby, and was about to ask Huan Yin to come forward and bow down, but he found that the futon in front of the spiritual seat seemed to have been moved, so he turned around and asked Huan Yin: "You have already worshipped?"

"I went down to the church, and when I saw that there was a spirit here, I went up and bowed three times. Huan Yin nodded.

"It seems that God willed so. Duan Yun muttered to himself.

"Okay, since that's the case, from now on, you will be my Duan Yun's apprentice, a disciple of the Sword Pavilion lineage, and I will teach you the method of cultivating immortals and forging swords. Duan Yun said.

Huan Yin turned around and knelt down in front of Duan Yun, bent down and kowtowed, banging, and shouted: "Disciple Huan Yin, meet the master!"