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When the old man told Lin Yizhi his true identity, Lin Yizhi couldn't help but be surprised, it turned out that the person in front of him who didn't have a little true qi fluctuation aura on his body turned out to be the sword spirit of this Immortal Hidden Divine Sword, which was a bit too incredible.

"Sword Spirit, what is this? Aren't you an old man, how can you get in touch with your soul?" Lin Yizhi had only been on the way to cultivating for five years, and he knew very little about everything that a true cultivator could understand.

"What...... What?" the old man's eyes widened, and he looked at the thin child in front of him like a monster, and his beard pouted angrily.

In his heart, he thought that the young man in front of him was mostly playing tricks on him, and there was a cultivator who had already reached the exorcism period and didn't know what a sword spirit was, but when he looked at him a few times with some disgust, and saw that his face was full of sincerity, not like he was playing tricks on him, he believed it a little, so he frowned and said, "Young man, your master seems to be called something Lu Wuji, right?"

Lin Yizhi nodded.

The old man said again: "Then what is his relationship with that doll?"

Lin Yizhi felt that it was a little strange for others to call his own sect a doll, you must know that it is difficult for a real person to participate in the creation of a person, and he has a long lifespan, and his age is at least not much different from the age shown by the appearance of this old man, but this old man calls it a doll.

Lin Yizhi didn't want to quarrel with him, so he said: "Shizun is the junior disciple who is difficult to teach the real person. ”

The old man thought for a while, rolled his eyes, and seemed to remember something: "Oh, that's right, that's right, no wonder that doll will say something every time he sacrifices to Xianyin, he is the head of the sect and prays sincerely for the head of the Nine Veins of Sorrow or something, so it seems that there is such a thing, but what ...... you Lu do?"

Lin Yizhi couldn't help it, and secretly said in his heart, if the old people really have a bad memory, they intercepted: "Senior, junior teacher's name is Lu Wujian, it's not what you said about Lu ......"

The old man glared and said, "You don't care what I call him, I'm happy, my old man is higher than your seniority from the Ancestor of Worry, whatever you call him Lu, it's cheaper for him!" After that, he waved his hand again and said: "Forget it, I don't care about this with you, let me ask you, how many years have you practiced bullshit Wuji Dao?"

Lin Yi felt that this old man was too disrespectful to the old, and the Freedom from Worry Sect's Freedom from Worry Infinite Dao was also a first-class method for cultivating the true realm, but this old man was screaming one by one.

Lin Yizhi just wanted to refute, but the old man waved his hand and said: "Young man, what, don't you like to listen to it?" I call it bullshit Wuji Dao has its own reason, as for the reason, if my old man is interested, I will tell you later, you will understand the truth, don't waste time, there are important things to leave to you, you answer me quickly, how many years have you practiced bullshit Wuji Dao?"

Lin Yizhi had no choice but to hold back his anger, but his words were also quite impatient: "It's been five years, what's wrong?"

The old man nodded and said, "It's been five years, and your cultivation should be the cultivation of the exorcism period, and the exorcism period corresponds to the threefold mental method of the Infinite Dao Extreme Realm, am I right?"

Lin Yizhi nodded.

It's just that the old man still seems to feel that something is wrong, and he looked at Lin Yi several times, but he still can't figure it out, and the old man rolled his eyes and said: "It's been five years, and the cultivation of the mere exorcism period, although it can be regarded as officially embarking on the road of cultivating immortals, but this entry is still a bit slow......"

When Lin Yizhi heard this, he couldn't help but blush, and secretly said in his heart, if it weren't for his luck, he borrowed the true qi of the master and the real person in charge, and the weird dantian seemed to have fought for some qi in the past two years, otherwise, I am afraid that now I am afraid that I will barely build a foundation.

The old man didn't notice what Lin Yizhi was thinking, he just said to himself: "The exorcism period, five years of practice, how did your master teach you, didn't you just ask all day long, don't you even know what the sword spirit is?"

When Lin Yizhi heard this, his face was even more red and hot, he rarely explained anything to them, and he was stupid and clumsy, and he never dared to ask anything, so although he had been cultivating immortals for five years, he should know about experience and cultivation, Lin Yizhi was not much different from the mountain village boy in Fengling Village back then.

The old man didn't ask much, just waved his hand and said, "Forget it, my old man will work hard, just teach you on behalf of your teacher!"

After all, no matter whether Lin Yizhi was willing or not, no matter how many questions Lin Yi had in his heart, he talked endlessly.

Generally speaking, judging the quality of a sword is to see whether the sword has spirituality, and there is no spirituality can only be an ordinary sword. ”

When the old man was talking endlessly, foaming at the mouth and indulging in his so-called well-informed explanation, Lin Yizhi suddenly interjected: "Senior, what you said is not quite true, although the younger generation is still young, but I have also heard the book in the storytelling hall in Liyang, saying that those worldly swordsmen and swordsmen, the swords they use are also quite famous, and the highest level of martial arts is not the unity of human and sword?"

The old man rolled his eyes and glanced at Lin Yizhi, and seemed to be quite dissatisfied with his behavior: "Young man, your master didn't teach you, and the elders are talking in front of you, can't you interrupt?"

At the end of his breath, a rather familiar feeling rose in Lin Yi's heart, as if he had suddenly returned to five years ago.

That year, the sun was shining, and the young man, too, chanted under the old master's subdued and frustrated teaching, but he was so carefree, stubborn and naïve.

It's just that there is no going back to that kind of time......

The old man saw that Lin Yizhi was just standing there stupidly, thinking that he was very interested in his explanation, so he didn't mean to blame him anymore, cleared his throat again, and then shook his head and started talking.

"Of course, an ordinary sword will gradually give birth to spirituality over time or some kind of coincidence, but it is just that the sword heart is clear, and the person who uses it can use it freely, and the human sword is one. ”

Speaking of this, the old man glanced at Lin Yizhi again, thinking that the young man was going to interrupt him again, but he saw Lin Yizhi's eyes flickering, and he seemed to have listened, so he said to himself again.

"However, there are only a few good swords that can achieve the clarity of the sword heart, such as: Longquan, Fish Intestine, Seven Stars, etc., these swords are already peerless in the mortal world. Of course, in addition to these famous swords, Fanchen also has a special kind of aura sword, which is the king's sword used by the emperor, such as Tai'a, etc., these swords were originally just mortal iron, but because the identity of the user is the supreme in the world, so it gradually gave birth to a little aura. The old man seemed to be in high spirits, and the content of his speech became much more vivid.

How could Lin Yizhi have the heart to listen to him talk about these things, the most important thing in his heart now is how to get out of this Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion, now Nalan Mingxuan's life or death is unknown, how can he listen to him talk about the mountains in this strange old man, what sword spirit?

But when he raised his eyes, the old man in front of him seemed to be talking about a strong personality, only talking about a ruddy face and dancing eyebrows. Lin Yizhi couldn't bear to interrupt him, so he had to listen patiently.

Just listened to the old man and said: "It's just that no matter whether those famous swords in the rivers and lakes or the emperor's power sword, the spirits derived from them are just some tiny aura, and the aura is so small that it is almost negligible. Therefore, the spirit conjured up by such a swordsman is only a pitiful amount of scattered aura, and it is an existence without any consciousness or form. As a result, in the realm of cultivation, whether it is mortal iron or mortal famous swords, all of them can be turned into inferior mortal swords. For cultivators, it can't be used as a help in their fight at all. ”

When Lin Yizhi heard this, he was even more unconvinced: "Then my light-mark immortal sword is not what you said, this is spiritual!"

The old man pouted and said: "Although your broken thing is a thousand times stronger than the worldly sword, it is not a fairy sword of Shangzhenzhèng, but it is a relatively dense aura, and that trace of spirituality can sense some emotional fluctuations in your heart, if you look at the entire cultivation world, it is just a middle and lower product!"

When Lin Yizhi heard this, although he was still not convinced, he didn't know how to refute it, and suddenly said: "What about my Senior Brother Chu Xiao's Conscience Immortal Sword and my Senior Brother's Returning Dust Immortal Sword?"

The old man said as if listening to a book from heaven: "What kind of Questioning Immortal Sword, Returning to the Dust Immortal Sword? What kind of thing is this, and dare to call it an immortal sword? I haven't heard of it, so I'm not afraid that the wind will blow their tongues!"

When Lin Yizhi heard this, he felt that this old man was a madman, he had seen the power of the Conscience Immortal Sword, wrapped in the power of chaos, and a sword tore apart the sea of obsession fire, although he had never seen the power of the Returning Dust Immortal Sword, but he expected that the immortal sword that his master gave to his senior brother was definitely not a mediocre product.

But in the eyes of this old man, it became a vain. It seems that the identity of this old man is a sword spirit, and maybe he made it up nonsense.

Lin Yizhi thought about it and said: "The Asking Heart Sword tore apart the sea of obsession fire with one sword, how can this be said to be in vain?"

When the old man heard this, he seemed to ponder for a while, thinking about something, and then said for a long time: "It turns out that the sword you are talking about, what kind of conscience fairy sword is it?" But it's only one or two percent more spirituality, and if it is said that the sword qì spirituality has its own consciousness and thoughts, it is still far behind!

Lin Yizhi hurriedly said: "What does the fairy sword in the hearts of the seniors look like?"

The old man said unhurriedly: "When the aura of a sword gathers to a certain extent, that aura has its own character and consciousness, and even relies on the spirit of the sword to make some actions that are not controlled by the master, such as early warning or self-attack and protection, etc., and can even communicate some of the qi of heaven and earth, and when it is unfolded, there is a faint vision of heaven and earth, such as lightning and thunder, etc., such a sword, perhaps it depends on the tempering and precipitation of these thousands, or even millions of years, to give birth to spiritual consciousness and spirituality." Such a sword can be regarded as a sword of spirits, and it can be roughly called a sword of immortals!"

Lin Yizhi nodded and said, "Then according to what the predecessors said, aren't there very few immortal swords in this world?"

The old man pouted and said: "There are many words but very little, some cultivators, even in their lives, do not necessarily have a fairy sword in the sense of their own true zhèng, but it can be said that it is few, only the so-called fairy sword things that my old man has seen, there are not thousands but also eight hundred, I am too lazy to be excited when I see that fairy sword!"

The old man suddenly seemed to remember something and said: "By the way, when it comes to the immortal sword that can be called, there are only those in your Sorrow Sect who I know: Long Xiang, Long Huang...... Forehead...... I seemed to have sensed it a while ago, but Long Huang's divine sense seemed to have sensed it for a hundred years!"

Speaking of this, the old man raised his head and asked, "Young man, let me ask you, how is the master of Longhuang, the doll surnamed Xiao, now?"

When Lin Yizhi heard this, he thought about it, as if there was no one surnamed Xiao in the first seat he knew, and among all the disciples, the one he knew surnamed Xiao was only his third senior brother Xiao Gangyan, and he had seen Senior Brother Xiao's sword, which was no different from his own.

Obviously, the doll surnamed Xiao that this old man said in his mouth is obviously not the third senior brother Xiao Gangyan, so who else?

Lin Yizhi had no choice but to tell the truth: "Senior, there is only one senior brother I know surnamed Xiao named Xiao Gangyan, and none of the first senior uncles have the surname Xiao!"

When the old man heard this, he seemed to raise his eyelids and looked at him with some suspicion, thought for a while, waved his hand and stopped asking, but secretly said in his heart: That's weird, the Longhuang Immortal Sword can't be sensed for a hundred years, its owner, I once had a fate, and he was a stunning character, how could no one know it?

was conjecturing wildly, Lin Yizhi suddenly remembered a person, and the sword in that person's hand might also be the fairy sword that the old man said.

So, he asked, "Senior, but I don't know if Cangli can be regarded as an immortal sword?"

When the old man heard this, his eyes suddenly widened, as if he couldn't believe his ears, and suddenly grabbed Lin Yizhi's shoulder, and said with a look of great excitement in his eyes: "What did you just say?......?

Lin Yizhi looked at the old man's gray beard that was almost flying because of the excitement that he couldn't hide, and he couldn't help but shake his head again, and said secretly: It seems that this old man is really crazy......

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