There was an uproar in the courtyard, and even more surprised were the people who lived with Lan Feng. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Lan Feng swept away, and the young man who spoke was none other than Sun Mo, who had entered with him that day.

"Are you an ice spirit root?" Chen Fei glanced at Lan Feng in surprise, then turned his gaze to Sun Mo, squinted his eyes and said, "How do you know?"

"I came in with him the next day, and learned from the mouth of the test disciple. Sun Mo respectfully hugged his fists.

At this moment, Chen Fei's face was a little uncertain. He, a logistics disciple who was in charge of the new disciple's daily life, naturally couldn't know too much, including the news that he suddenly received today for Lan Feng to wait here, and he didn't know the specific reason.

If what Sun Mo said was true, Lan Feng would most likely leap into the Dragon Gate and become the head disciple. He also probably heard the discussion of some disciples, this Lan Feng is not a generous person at first glance, so his disrespectful words just now must be remembered by him.

Just as he was about to explain to Lan Feng, the inner disciple who came to pick up Lan Feng had already come over.

"Chen Fei, which one is the disciple of the Ice Spiritual Root?" the inner disciple's gaze was calm.

Chen Fei looked stunned, glanced at Lan Feng deeply, and his intestines were full of regret: Why didn't I say a few good words just now, I really deserve it, but what I said should not be too much.

"Chen Fei, what do you say?" the inner disciple's eyes narrowed slightly.

Chen Fei reacted violently, came to Lan Feng's side, and sneered: "He is." ”

"Hmm. The inner disciple glanced Lan Feng up and down, nodded and said, "The mental state is good, have you packed up your things?"

"Nothing to pack. Lan Feng looked as usual.

"Then come with me. The inner disciple grabbed Lan Feng with the flying sword and quickly flew away along the way he came.

Sun Mo stared at the backs of the two people and frowned.

This time, Lan Feng was directly taken by that disciple to the last attic of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

This attic is exquisite, warm as jade, and it should be the only building in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect that is not made of refined iron.

In the center of the attic is a plaque in the shape of a flying sword, on which are three beautiful big characters: Sabre Pavilion.

The disciple who brought him here took out a white token, threw it to him, and said coldly: "I have a good impression of you, behave well after entering, if you tie the sword immortal well, he will match you with a good sword." ”

He turned around and was about to leave, when suddenly he seemed to remember something, and turned back again, "Do you have any wine on you?"

Lan Feng shook his head.

"The boss has an order that he is not allowed to drink, remember, don't give him alcohol. ”

After speaking, he jumped up, jumped on the flying sword and flew into the clouds.

Lan Feng looked up again and glanced at the plaque in the shape of a flying sword, and found that on the hilt of the plaque, there was a small bead with a light blue color.

"There's a spiritual eye here, too. Lan Feng narrowed his eyes, then came back to his senses, looked straight ahead, and walked into the door.

The outside is carved and jade, but the light inside the attic is not ordinarily dark.

Lan Feng blinked vigorously, stood in place for a moment, and then vaguely saw the steps in front of him, and after a moment of silence, he walked up.

The width and height of the steps are uniform, and they curve upwards and have a sense of direction compared to straight roads.

After walking for a while, I was already on the second floor.

The second floor is not as large as the first floor, but it is not very small.

In the corner in front of him, there was a faint black shadow, he was about to take a closer look, but suddenly it became much brighter, his pupils shrank slightly, and he saw that in the corner, he was leaning on all sides against an old man with gray hair.

Based on his feelings, this old man's cultivation should not be able to surpass the Jindan period.

The old man's face was slightly red, he was dressed in coarse linen, and his hair was disheveled, obscuring his vision.

Lan Feng's eyes showed a strange look, frowned, and said with his fists clenched: "Here is a new disciple, may I ask if this Excellency is a sword immortal?"

The old man's body trembled, he got up from the ground, staggered to Lan Feng, brushed aside a strand of hair that blocked his vision, glanced at Lan Feng carefully, and asked, "Ice Spirit Root?"

"Exactly. Lan Feng frowned, he smelled a strong smell of wine on this old man.

The old man smiled and said expectantly, "Is there any wine?"

Lan Feng shook his head.

The old man's face showed a trace of displeasure, his hand was lowered from his forehead, he returned to the corner just now, and said lightly: "Find me a pot of wine." ”

Lan Feng's eyes swept around, and he shook his head again, "There doesn't seem to be any wine here." ”

"The old man's eyes are not good, can't you see clearly?" The old man frowned, and then said impatiently: "Keep going, then turn right, there is a lot of wine there." ”

Over the past few hundred years, he has experienced so much, and his mind and personality have also undergone great changes, and he is no longer the compassion he used to be.

But for the gray-haired old man, he still had no way to refuse.

Maybe it's because I spent a year in a nursing home in my previous life, and I'm used to seeing people's warmth and coldness, and I always feel very pitiful when I see this kind of old man.

"Oh. Lan Feng agreed, turned around and walked in the direction the old man pointed.

On both sides are neat shelves, on which are placed sword embryos of different shapes, Lan Feng's gaze stayed on a purple sword embryo, a strange color appeared in his eyes, paused a little, passed through the long passage, turned to the right, and saw a sandalwood cabinet of the same height as the shelf.

Opening the cabinet door, his eyes flashed, there were neatly stacked wine jars, all of which had never been opened, he narrowed his eyes strangely, and wondered in his heart: "Why don't you let him drink, and put so much wine here?"

He took out a bottle at random, returned to the old man, opened it, and handed it to him.

"It's good wine. The old man put the wine jar on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, looked up at Lan Feng, and said with a smile: "Do you know how to drink?"

Lan Feng smiled slightly and nodded.

The old man showed a look of joy on his face, and hurriedly said, "Go find another bottle of wine and drink some with the old man." ”

"Good. Lan Feng nodded, then took out a bottle of wine again and sat down with the old man.

The wine tastes spicy, it should be some years, Lan Feng took a sip and squinted his eyes vigorously.

"You kid can't drink much. The old man shook his head, then raised the jar and took a big sip.

"Does Your Excellency have something on your mind?" Lan Feng put down the wine jar and wondered.

The old man took another sip of wine, sighed lightly, and said: "I want to worship immortals and seek the Tao, but because of the lack of spiritual roots, I only entered the immortal gate at the age of nearly seventy and voluntarily became a sword immortal. ”

"A thousand years ......" Lan Feng nodded, his expression was in a trance, this old man had practiced for a thousand years, and he was still staying in the Jindan period, in fact, the most incredible thing was that he didn't die.