However, Lin Yizhi guessed wrong.

It was not Hu Feng who really made Lin Yizhi feel embarrassed and uneasy, but the person he had always been happy about because of her, Duanmu Ningque.

In fact, Lin Yizhi should have thought of it a long time ago, but people always yearn for what is happening in their hearts, and ignore what the truth will be.

There are strict rules on the time to enter the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion, even if it is difficult for the master to approve it, it must also be followed. This is also unfounded. During the day, no matter which disciple it is, even those on the list, it is strictly forbidden to enter the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion. Once violated, the prohibition of the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion would be triggered immediately, and then the person would be crushed into powder.

Because the day is the most heavily guarded moment in the entire Liwu Sect, whether it is the first seat or the head of the sect, or the disciples, they are all kept in a relatively awake state, once an enemy comes to attack, it will touch the entire Dayan ban of the entire Liwu Mountain, so there is no need for these people to go, it can be foolproof.

Therefore, these disciples who entered the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion were prescribed to be around the first watch every night until ten minutes of the next day. Only at this time will all the guards of the Sect of Sorrow be relatively relaxed. Qi Nan set up a blessing in the ban, and gave everyone a Juyuan Order, which was a certificate to enter the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion and get the ban recognized without attacking.

Lin Yizhi is no exception. Therefore, during the day he entered the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion, he was already a little demented, as if he had been hooked by that sword-like mountain. When he came back to his senses, they had already shook their heads and walked away, and he had to stand there scratching his head.

Even after scratching his head, he will immediately enter a state of dull gaze and stupidity again.

This state is continuous. It lasted until dinnertime, when everyone was eating, and he sat next to him, and a large spoonful of rice porridge in the rice spoon in his right hand was raised in front of his mouth. And then it's just that dementia-like stalemate there, and it never goes to the mouth. This action was maintained almost until everyone was almost finished eating, and he was still there like that.

Everyone including Zeng Ruijin and Bai Limu looked at him in unison, either shaking their heads or sighing, saying that this old five was afraid that he was stunned.

So much so that in the end, Lu Xiyue couldn't help it, so she walked to Lin Yizhi's side, reached out and snatched the spoon that was hanging from his mouth, and then fed it to his mouth herself.

I thought to myself, now he will always eat it himself.

It's just that he didn't think about it, Lin Yizhi was really like a wood carving clay sculpture, although the rice porridge entered his mouth, but he didn't seem to have heard it, he still had a mouth that could accommodate the size of a spoon, and the rice porridge in his mouth didn't even swallow a drop, and it all flowed down the corners of his mouth, making it all over.

Lu Xiyue, who was panicked, hurriedly brought a handkerchief and helped him wipe it clean.

It was only at this time that Lin Yizhi's soul seemed to return to its place, his eyes turned twice, and he glanced around a few times, only to find that everyone was holding empty bowls and spoons, looking at him intently.

Just looking at his eyes, it made Lin Yizhi feel very strange.

Lin Yizhi touched his face, as if there was no dust, and then scratched his head and said, "You guys...... I'm done eating it all so soon? Well, where is my spoon?"

He shouted twice, only to see Lu Xiyue holding his own spoon in his hand, seemingly looking at him with a hint of disgust and a smile.

Lin Yizhi also said that why did Lu Xiyue hold his own spoon and let him eat.

Lu Xiyue didn't wait for him to finish, so she slammed the spoon as her own green jade flute on Lin Yizhi's head, and said angrily: "Look if you can't wake up from this wood!"

Lin Yizhi still can't figure out what the spoon on his head is?

Lin Yizhi was so chaotic and carried the Light Trace Immortal Sword towards the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion.

Because the sword-like mountain peak was too high, looking up at the foot of the mountain, he could only see the dark sky and the peak of the mountain accompanied by the stars, and the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion could not see it at all. Therefore, if you go up on foot, I am afraid that according to Lin Yizhi's cultivation, it is estimated that he will be tired enough, don't say that it is peaceful, it is the rising sun, and it is good that he can see the gate of the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion.

Therefore, all the disciples who went to the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion, in order to preserve their physical strength, let them better mobilize and absorb the aura in the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion. The real people made a special decree and allowed them to go up with their swords.

Lin Yizhi three years ago, but he had just broken through the realm of the exorcism, and his ability to control the light trace fairy sword was also half a catty, and the sword-like peak was really extremely high, he went all the way up the sword, and at first he felt very beautiful in his heart, after all, he was alone with the sword, counting the time when recruiting disciples, a slap can also be counted.

However, the further he went, the more he knew what it meant to be tormented, but the speed of the light mark was too slow, and he was already dizzy in the air, and he couldn't even control the direction, but the top of the mountain was still far away, as if it couldn't go up.

Just when Lin Yizhi saw that he was already dizzy, the next moment he was about to crash headfirst on this mountain, and a sword would destroy people. If that's really the case, don't say that he is the first to leave the Worry Sect, and he will also sit firmly in the top spot in the entire cultivation realm.

It's just that this number one is not something to be proud of, the first cultivator who crashed to death on the mountain because he was not familiar with the sword, this is also unprecedented, and there is no one to come......

Fortunately, when Lin Yizhi was about to die, he suddenly felt the cold wind around him, and it was white, as if he had come to the top of the mountain.

If this is the case, there is no longer a mountain in front of you, and it is white and vast, and there is a flat river.

Lin Yi was happy in his heart, and his hard work was finally over. But who would have thought that as soon as he relaxed like this, the light-mark fairy sword that was already unstable under his feet suddenly fell down from mid-air like a kite with a broken string.

Lin Yizhi sighed, and memorized a few more sentences of the mantra of the imperial sword, which was also reversed, and he couldn't explain it clearly. It's a pity that I just memorized a few words. And he planted himself in mid-air.

The Light Trace Immortal Sword probably felt that it was a light on his body, and only fluttered back and forth beside Lin Yizhi's fallen body, and from time to time it made a slight roar, as if it was laughing at him.

Lin Yizhi was choked by the fall, only to feel that his whole body was falling apart, and the hot feeling on his head and the left half of his body came, and he rolled his eyes in pain.

In fact, this kind of situation was almost staged in the next three years, until the last one was that his cultivation had really come to the higher level of the exorcism realm, and the second was that he fell around like this, and finally realized the method of the sword.

Therefore, even if Lin Yizhi really wasted three years in the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion and did not make an inch of cultivation in his cultivation, the kung fu of the Imperial Sword was genuine.

It was easy to hum and get up, rubbing his head with one hand, and pulling a few times with the other hand, the light marks also understood, knowing that this was the master looking for him, and obediently came to his hand.

Lin Yizhi only then held the Light Trace Immortal Sword on crutches, and vomited for a while. When I looked up, I realized that this place was really different from other places.

A white expanse. Lin Yizhi thought he was dazzled at first, but later found that in the dark night sky, there were white snowflakes like a curtain.

Sure enough, it was at the peak. On the top of the peak, the snow never stopped, even at night, because of the white of the eyes, but the surroundings can be seen very clearly.

When Lin Yizhi looked up and looked ahead, he was immediately shocked by the scenery in front of him.

Because about a few dozen feet away from him, a magnificent and simple tower-like building was standing in the snow. Regardless of the heavy snow, it stood still.

Yet it stood still in the snow, which had dyed all its eaves white, and the snow was overwhelming, and yet the building of the tower was still silent.

Don't move, don't speak, don't change your face.

But it is still vicissitudes, shocking, and bold.

Lin Yi was stunned for a while, forgetting that he still had the pain on his body because of the fall. Standing motionless in the wind and snow, looking at the desolate and oppressive building.

Its name, Lin Yizhi is not unfamiliar, and even in that illusion, he has seen its bones and face.

That is indeed the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion.

Vaguely, Lin Yizhi seemed to have vaguely returned to that illusion.

In the heavy snow, the old man with a withered face, with a distressing vicissitudes on his face, said to him, young man, I have been waiting for you for a long time.

He really couldn't tell whether this was reality or if it was still that illusion.

Until, he did see that there was such a person standing in front of the door of the Wind and Snow Hall.

However, he was also familiar with the figure of that person, but it was not Yinsu, but the person he least wanted to see - Hu Feng!

He woke up instantly, this is reality, otherwise there would not be such a person with a stinky face and holding his arms standing there, which is extremely out of tune with the whole picture.

Lin Yizhi's head was a few laps bigger, this is really afraid of something, this opponent is standing there, obviously waiting for himself. After such a long distance, Lin Yizhidu felt the eyes that were finding fault.

Helpless, let's go inside, I can't turn around and go back, no matter how much I have to be worthy of my desperate sword......

Lin Yizhi's head was lowered, and there was nothing in front of the door, but as soon as one foot stepped over the threshold, he was stopped by an outstretched hand.

Lin Yizhi lowered his head, tried his best to make his breathing smooth, and said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Hu Feng, stop me from doing something!"

After that, he looked up at Hu Feng. Originally, I thought that this person would definitely have a fierce face or a look of ridicule.

However, Lin Yizhi was wrong, Hu Feng was indeed laughing, but it was not a mockery, he was just very happy, and he never seemed to laugh so happily, and then he smiled and said intermittently: "I...... That's right...... You just fell off the fairy sword?"

That kind of tone is obviously funny like never before, but there is no trace of ridicule, but it is no wonder that he is in this cultivation realm, not to mention Hu Feng, that is, anyone who sees a cultivator can be planted from the fairy sword will laugh for a long time.

Lin Yi was embarrassed, but he was not angry, he felt that this Hu Feng did not seem to mean to ridicule and ridicule. Nodding lightly, he said, "I can't cultivate well, so I let my senior brother laugh..."

Hu Feng raised his eyebrows and said: "Cultivation is not good, you can't control the fairy sword, but now the cultivation realm is eventful, this Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion must bear the brunt, your cultivation is ...... You'd better go in and find a safe place, and if something happens, you can save your life!"

said, patted his chest and said: "Although I, Hu Feng, hate you very much, but if you give your life under my nose, I will never allow it..."

Lin Yi's heart suddenly shook, and he felt that this Hu Feng might not be as unbearable as he thought, although he still laughed at himself a little bit in his words, but the feeling of caring about his safety was not fake.

Lin Yizhi rarely hugged his fists and said, "Senior Brother Xie mentions!"

Hu Feng nodded, didn't look back, and went to the depths of the Sword Pavilion first.

The depths of the Sword Pavilion were somewhat dim. The sword that Hu Feng carried on his shoulder, the dark red light shone brightly.

Lin Yizhi knew that his sword had been destroyed by Shizun, but later I heard that Hu Feng was not depressed, but he didn't know where to get good materials, and he forged a sharper fairy sword day and night, and he gave him one by day, but he was useless, he said, his own things, refine them himself.

............

Lin Yizhi thought like this, and strolled in.

As soon as he walked a short distance, there were footsteps behind him, and he looked up to see that it was the end of the wood Ningque.

Lin Yi's heart trembled, and he wanted to say something, but he saw Duanmu throwing an extremely cold look at him. Lin Yizhi sighed, forget it, in the future, he will always speak.

However, after what Lin Yizhi thought, he was also wrong, and that Duan Mu Ningque never spoke to him or Hu Feng at all.

For three years, she probably planned to be silent like this.

And Lin Yizhi has never been embarrassed in this silence.

He thought to himself, silence is silence, three years, it's very good, right?