At noon, the sun was shining, the deep forest was densely grassed, and the light was covered by the branches and leaves of the trees, leaving dots of light on the ground, some of which shone on the old man's face, and he was overflowing with that joy, which was rendered vividly by the sun.

"Boy, no, little brother!" said the old man with a happy face, but he twisted a little.

"The seniors have something to say, but it doesn't hurt to say it!" Mo Ling is a smart person with blood marks on his body, so he naturally knows that the old man has scruples about what he wants.

"Okay, I'll just say it directly, the old man's name is Qin Lang, and the people in the rivers and lakes are called the Sword Immortal, how about you worship under my name? I won't wronged you!" Qin Lang squeezed his eyebrows and said, without losing his majesty.

Mo Lingfan faintly saw that there was a bit of persistence in the old man's eyes. The old man, who was obviously very excited, now looked at him calmly, his eyes clear and peaceful.

After thinking about it for a moment or two, Mo Lingfan refused: "I can't agree to the junior now." ”

The old man Qin Lang frowned and said, "Why are you doing this, are you afraid that the old man will not be able to teach you?" The old man brushed his sleeves, his eyebrows were horizontal, and the momentum of the relict sword immortal instantly exploded on the spot, full of majesty.

Mo Lingfan barely stood firm, hugged his fists and saluted back: "The kid naturally knows the strength of the old man, it's not that he is unwilling, but I hope to become the old man's apprentice with my own efforts." ”

A sentence freezes, the breeze in the mountains and forests flutters, the red leaves are late and Xiaoxiao, and there is a smile between the old man's eyebrows, and then he looks at Mo Lingfan's love in his heart. He clapped his hands and shouted: "Okay, it's not a shame to be a stinky chess basket's apprentice, there is a rhyme!"

The old man praised: "Since this is the case, the Sword Yuan Sect will have an assessment of the outer disciples every year. I'll tell you about the rules on the way back. ”

So the giant sword appeared out of thin air again, and the old man stepped on the sword body in a vain step, and Mo Lingfan followed and stood up.

Qin Lang's eyebrows trembled slightly, his aura was infused, and the giant sword flew out.

"There are four contents in the assessment of the disciples of the Sword Yuan Sect, all of which are related to swords, including sword moves, sword intent, sword mang, and sword flight! Qin Lang patiently explained to Mo Lingfan on the sword.

Mo Lingfan also listened carefully on the side, looking at the scenery below, and in a trance it seemed that he had returned to the past, Lingcheng, who bought goods with Tang Baichuan, yes, he also bought a book of poems here, and he had to come with a sword holster. He still has it in his ring.

Of course, Lingcheng still has Xiaolan. Just when Mo Lingfan was recalling, he heard Qin Lang's words, "Lingfan, Lingfan!"

Mo Lingfan suddenly came back to his senses, "Ah, what?"

"Which one are you best at?" Qin Lang asked unhurriedly.

Mo Lingfan replied: "I am dissatisfied with the seniors, I don't know which one I am best at, I know a little bit about it!"

"Huh?" Qin Lang was puzzled, "Cultivation is a difficult thing, multi-purpose, and it is even more difficult to grow into a powerful person, is this how the stinky chess basket teaches you?" The old man said angrily.

"No, Master Gu Ming said that those who practice the Tao must first cultivate their minds, and I know these things in books. Mo Lingfan argued.

The old man suddenly smiled at the corner of his eyes, and then said: "That's pretty much the same, but what you learned in the book is theory, and when you really want to put it into practice, can you?"

"Probably not!" replied Mo Lingfan.

"Hahahaha!" the old man laughed, a high-spirited and vast picture.

The two chatted left and right, and in a blink of an eye, the path not far from Lingcheng fell, during which the two chatted a lot, and in the old man's mouth, Mo Lingfan learned that the use of aura in this world is a differentiation stage.

He is now in the Naling Period, which is the lowest level, and there are still Imperial Spirits and Transformation Spirits behind him, and after transforming Spirits, he enters the Spirit Venerable Realm. Above the Lingzun is the one who has attained the Tao of the Great Dao of the world, named Immortal.

After Qin Lang landed on the ground, he said, "If you don't understand this, then your previous cultivation is tantamount to useless work!"

"The old gentleman is serious, I used to practice with Master Gu Ming, and I practiced the path of the heart. Mo Lingfan said.

"The heart of the bullshit, it's not me who said, that stinky chess basket, you know how to fiddle with him. The old man aired.

Mo Lingfan was secretly frightened in his heart, as long as the master was mentioned, the old man's joy and anger would change, and the two must have some kind of bond.

The two of them said as they walked, and in the blink of an eye, they had reached the foot of Lingcheng, and someone stopped the two of them, the guard was wearing armor, raising his sword eyebrows, and looked at the old man and Mo Lingfan, the old man was disheveled, and there was still a little oil stain on the corner of his mouth, while Mo Lingfan looked like a scholar, but it was very clean and tidy.

He waved his hand and said, "Please show your identification." ”

The old man took out his own for the guards, and at this time, Lingfan thought in his heart: "Why are there only so few people on the huge city gate. ”

The old man took the token handed over and said to Mo Lingfan: "Don't look at it, this city gate was just built not long ago, and the city lord's mansion is not manpowered, so there are only a few people. ”

In a blink of an eye, the two of them have already taken to the street, and Lingcheng is still as lively as the previous day, with large and small shops selling all kinds of elixirs and treasures.

There is also a fortune teller wandering the streets, he is dressed in a green shirt, his eyes and eyebrows are beautiful, if he is a little younger, he may be very delicate.

"You are now living in Lingcheng, the assessment of the disciples of the outer sect of the Sword Yuan Sect will not start until a month later, and this assessment will not be very grand, because in three months, it will be a real martial arts event. I'd love to see you at that event. It's a pity that it's too late. As he spoke, the old man led him skillfully to a tavern, where a large flag with the word "wine" was hung.

The aroma of the wine only remained within a radius of five meters, Mo Lingfan suddenly stopped, and then took a step forward, the aroma of the wine was rich, sweet and pleasant. Taking a step back, the aroma of wine dissipated without a trace, and Mo Lingfan tried to smell it, but there was indeed no smell of wine at all.

"Hahaha, are you curious why the aroma of wine doesn't drift away?" Qin Lang said.

Mo Lingfan nodded, and said in confusion: "This fragrance is an invisible thing, there is neither a formation nor a treasure weapon here, why is this fragrance limited to five steps." ”

"Little brother, this is just a kind of potential! Compared with this sword intent master next to you, I can only be regarded as a small trick. At this time, a middle-aged man walked out, dragging a small string of Buddhist beads in his hand.

"Hahaha, I haven't seen you for a long time, but the aroma of this wine is a little stronger!" said the old man Qin Lang with a smile when he saw someone coming.

"The smell of wine isn't strong, but your nose is a little brighter. The middle-aged man said.

Mo Lingfan was shocked, someone came to say this about the old man, and the old gentleman didn't seem to be angry at all, but said with a smile: "What good wine, bring it up!"

"Okay, drink slowly, this person, you have to introduce, I think this little brother is talented and smart, I don't know where it came from?" The middle-aged man looked at Mo Lingfan and said.

Mo Lingfan also looked at the wine flag, and when he heard the inquiry, he hurriedly turned around and replied: "Kid Minggu Mountain Mo Lingfan!"

The middle-aged man pondered, "Minggu Mountain?" Suddenly, his eyes lit up, "It turned out to be under the medical immortal seat! I have to serve some good wine, please inside!"

After speaking, the middle-aged man invited the two of them inside, and while walking inside, Qin Lang asked him: "Good boy, you have a good mouth today, do you know Ouyang Quan, the wine fairy?"

Mo Lingfan shook his head, and Qin Lang said disappointedly: "This is the father of the wine fairy, his wine, do you say it counts as your mouth!"