I don't know how long I was in a coma, Ling Hu Heng woke up slowly, his head was still groggy, and it hurt when he shook it, maybe this was because of the excessive use of pupil techniques! Ling Hu Heng covered his head, sat up strugglingly, and found himself lying in the bamboo house of the green bamboo forest, it was already night at the moment, and the bamboo house was empty, only a candle swaying in the wind, emitting a bean-sized candlelight.

When he saw the "Biyue" fairy sword placed not far away, Ling Hu Hengcai slowly remembered what happened before, and hurriedly picked up the "Biyue" fairy sword and looked at it carefully, afraid that there would be a trace of damage. But the "Biyue" fairy sword is shining brightly, and the whole body is clear, even if there is not even a small gap, how can it be damaged! Seeing that his fairy sword is fine, Ling Hu Heng is relieved.

"Goo!"

It turned out that it was the stomach that protested, and Ling Huheng struggled to the window and shouted, "Big guy, big guy!"

"It's coming, it's coming!" Wu Zhen replied while coming in with a bowl of millet porridge, and said happily: "Senior brother, you have finally woken up! Quick, drink a bowl of porridge while it's hot, it's just been boiled for a short time!"

Ling Huheng took the bowl, and sure enough, the porridge was still steaming, and he vaguely smelled a bitter taste. But Ling Huheng was hungry at this time, where could he manage so much? I saw three times five divided by two, and a bowl of millet porridge was drunk to the bottom. Wu Zhen also said on the side: "Eat slowly, if it's not enough, there is still a kitchen." ”

After Ling Huheng finished drinking, he gave the empty bowl to Wu Zhen and asked, "How long have I been lying down?"

Wu Zhen said: "You have been lying down for eight whole days, and the sword meeting is over." I saw that you had not woken up, and you were dying. But Master said that you would wake up tonight, so I started to boil porridge and put a lot of nourishing herbs! Master is really clever, junior brother, you really woke up!"

Ling Huheng listened to it, and after tasting it carefully, sure enough, there were still a lot of fragrances of medicinal materials left in his mouth and tongue, but he was too anxious to eat at that time, and he didn't have time to taste it. Hearing Wu Zhen say this, Ling Huheng said with a little disbelief: "The old Taoist priest just likes to pretend to be a god and play ghosts, do you also believe this?

Wu Zhen said embarrassedly: "I don't have enough strength, I can only break through to the tenth round, and I was defeated by Senior Brother Zhuang Zhiming of Zixia Xuan in a few faces, he is really powerful, his cultivation is estimated to have entered the Yuan Infant Stage, and it is difficult for me to be undefeated if I want to cultivate this kind of cultivation!"

Ling Hu Heng was slightly disappointed, but thinking that Wu Zhen could actually break into the top eight, it was already much beyond everyone's expectations. Thinking of those rewards, there should also be a share of Wu Zhen, Ling Huheng asked again: "Then what reward did you get?" You won't tell me, it's the Demon Sword Trick, right?"

Wu Zhen scratched his head and said: "Where is there any sword technique, it's just an inconspicuous pill, the master said that relying on the pill to improve cultivation is beneficial for a while, but it is not a long-term solution." So he wouldn't let me take that pill. ”

Ling Huheng snorted: "I'm afraid that the old Taoist priest will swallow it himself!"

Wu Zhen said: "How can Master do this? He said that it is useless, do you have to eat it yourself?"

Ling Huheng knew that he was Nanmu's head, and he couldn't pull back the ten cows that he recognized, so he didn't say much, but said: "I know people, I don't know my face, I don't know my heart!, by the way, how is the Zhao Xuanqi who competed with me?"

Wu Zhen was shocked and admired and said: "Speaking of this, junior brother, you are really too strong, that Zhao Xuanqi not only destroyed the immortal sword, but even his cultivation has dropped by more than one level, and now he is still unconscious! Senior brother, how did you do it? Zhao Xuanqi's cultivation is not low, if he had fought me seriously, I would not have been sure that I would be able to defeat him!"

Ling Huheng himself was confused, so he could only laugh and say: "Well, it's just luck!"

Wu Zhen was a little worried at the moment: "But, you don't know, he is a disciple of Kajiju, and the elder of Kajiju happens to be an elder of law enforcement, and his disciple was injured by you, according to his temperament, I am afraid that you will be miserable by him! I heard from everyone, he may deal with you according to the rules of the door, junior brother, you have to be careful!"

Ling Huheng was a little disdainful, and said nonchalantly: "Whatever!

Although Wu Zhen is honest, he is not stupid, he knows that private dueling is a violation of the rules of the door, at least he will face the wall for several years, and at worst he will abolish the repair and expel him from the door wall, no matter which one it is, according to Ling Huheng's temperament, he will not compromise, but his arms can't twist his thighs, and the outcome can be imagined!

Wu Zhen said: "In the past few days, Master has been busy interceding for you, and I haven't seen anyone all day long, junior brother, you see how good Master is to you!"

Ling Hu Heng said nonchalantly: "He's going to go sightseeing, right?

Wu Zhen shook his head and said, "No, the master did intercede for you." Senior brother, you have a good rest, tomorrow the master will take you to the Ancient Sword Hall to meet the master uncle. Don't worry, with Master here, you'll be fine!"

Ling Huheng still looked like he didn't care, Wu Zhen knew that it was useless to say more, so he went out with an empty bowl and closed the door with him. Ling Huheng thought in his heart: "The old Taoist priest treats me well, forget it, let's listen to him tomorrow, so as not to make it difficult for him." After making up his mind, Ling Hu Heng sat on the bed and crossed his legs to recover his spiritual power.

In the early morning of the next day, Ling Hu Heng slowly returned his luck to the dantian, and after opening his eyes, he felt much better, although his spiritual power had not been fully recovered, but there were also eight percent, as long as he was no longer lucky, it should be no big deal. This is also thanks to the fact that he usually injects almost all the spiritual power into his pupils when he cultivates, so when the pupil power explodes, the spiritual power he cultivated protects Ling Huheng's body, otherwise he would have to go to see the king of Hades with nine lives.

After breakfast, the silent Taoist picked up the sword trick and flew to the main hall with Ling Huheng. On the flying sword, the silent Taoist said, "Wait a minute, don't speak." ”

Ling Huheng was stunned for a moment, and wondered: "Why?"

The silent Taoist raised his head slightly, staring at the last disciple he had received, and unconsciously, in five years, the arrogant little boy had grown taller than him. He patted Ling Huheng's shoulder, which was still slightly thin, and said, "Justice is in the hearts of the people. ”

Ling Hu Heng was stunned and began to think about the words of the old Taoist. After thinking about it, the main hall had arrived, and the silent Taoist urged the sword technique, and the fairy sword slowly landed. After his feet fell to the ground, the old Taoist priest took Ling Huheng's hand and walked into the main hall.

In the main hall, in addition to Ling Hu Heng's acquaintance with the head Yang Xianyang, the old man when choosing disciples, there were five old men who didn't know, one of them looked at Ling Hu Heng angrily, his eyes were full of anger, as if he couldn't help but want to eat Ling Hu Heng. Linghu Heng said in his heart: "What kind of law enforcement elder is this, I really think of myself as something!" immediately glanced at him disdainfully, and except for greeting Yang Xianyang, he turned a blind eye to everyone else and didn't speak.

Law enforcement elder Fan Ziqian saw that Ling Huheng was so rude to him, and he was even more angry in his heart, but he only snorted and didn't speak.

Yang Xianyang naturally looked at these small actions one by one, and said with a smile: "Linghu Master Nephew, is your injury better?"

Ling Huheng said: "The disciple is no longer in trouble, thank you for your concern." But that man, the injury will be a little more serious!"

The old men here are all old and sophisticated, how can they not hear the accusation and scolding Huai in Ling Hu Heng's words? Fan Ziqian couldn't help it anymore when he heard this, and shouted: "Ling Hu Heng, what do you mean by this?!"

Ling Hu Heng saw that Fan Zi was so angry that he was screaming, his heart was very happy, and he had forgotten all the advice of the silent Taoist, and immediately said with a smile: "I don't know if it's an uncle or an uncle, I'm young and ignorant, and I speak straightforwardly and quickly, don't be surprised." ”

Yang Xianyang saw that the two were about to quarrel, shook the dust, and said: "Linghu Master and nephew, Poor Dao is only looking for you today for one thing, if you answer truthfully, naturally there is no need to fight again." ”

Linghu Heng said: "Sure enough, it's that day, hmph, it should come or will come, what are you afraid of!" and immediately said: "Master, you ask." ”

Yang Xianyang said: "During the Sword Society, you fought a private duel with Zhao Xuanqi and Zhao Shi's nephew of the Sword Society, and both were injured, Poor Dao and several elders have checked your injuries, you should be fine, but Zhao Shi's nephew has been unconscious so far, and the fairy sword has also been destroyed and unformed." According to your cultivation, you shouldn't have this ability, can you tell the poor Dao, did you do it, or did someone else secretly do it?"

Ling Huheng didn't hide it at the moment, and said: "In the battle that day, there was no one else present, it should be the disciple's doing!"

Fan Ziqian couldn't help but interject: "Then how did you hurt Xuanqi?"

Linghu Heng gave him a blank look and said, "I said I don't know, what can you do to me?"

Fan Zi was pious and said, "You, you, you can't be taught!"

Seeing that the two of them disagreed, they were afraid that the dispute would start again, and the silent Taoist was no longer silent at this time, and got up and said: "Senior brother, my disciples are not strict, and I am willing to be punished on my behalf." ”

Linghu Heng was stunned, he didn't expect the old Taoist priest to do this, thinking that the old Taoist priest was running around to intercede for this matter, he was also very grateful in his heart, and immediately raised his head and said: "The eldest husband does things alone, if you punish me, I will admit it, but I can't implicate the old Taoist!"

Yang Xian waved his hand and said: "It's not a question of punishment or not, but whether you admit your mistake or not, the same sect should encourage each other and make progress together, instead of swords facing each other, you live and die." Our ancient sword sect has always paid attention to upholding righteousness, promoting righteousness, and contributing to the long-term preservation of the righteous path, rather than fighting with each other. Even if you fight with the same family, you can't kill the killer, do you understand?" Yang Xianyang's tone was gentle, and his face was still kind, which made people have an aura of having to be convinced.

Ling Huheng was still not convinced, and said: "But he has been bullied to the doorstep, do I still have to swallow my anger?"

Fan Ziqian said angrily: "You bastard! The head of the family taught you hard, but you didn't even listen to it!"

Yang Xianyang brushed the dust again, and still smiled and said: "Linghu Master and nephew, maybe you are still young, you can't figure out these questions for a while, but Poor Dao believes that one day you will understand." There is a cliff on the mountain behind this school, called the cliff of "Siguo", which is a good place for self-cultivation. From tomorrow onwards, you will go there for three years, and while you practice the immortal art of this sect, you will think carefully about your actions. Do you know?"

Linghu Hengxin said: "Hmph, don't you want to punish me?" immediately didn't speak, turned around, and walked straight out of the main hall, leaving Fan Ziqian, who was angry but didn't know where to puff, was there, his body trembled, obviously angry.

The silent Taoist said goodbye, chased him out, pressed Ling Huheng's shoulder from behind, and whispered, "Are you not convinced?"

Ling Huheng didn't say anything, and snorted coldly as an answer.

The silent Taoist didn't say much, and drove the fairy sword to fly towards the green bamboo forest. Returning to the green bamboo forest, Ling Hu Heng said angrily: "Why didn't you help me talk just now? Why do I want to go to face the wall, then why don't Zhao Xuanqi go to face the wall!"

The silent Taoist sat opposite Ling Huheng, looked at the disciple he had cultivated with all his heart, and said slowly: "If you hadn't defeated Zhao Xuanqi, the senior brother in charge would not have let you go to the wall for three years." ”

Ling Hu Heng was stunned for a moment and asked, "What did you say?"

The silent Taoist said: "The truth, you will naturally understand when you go, if you are still not convinced, I will tell the head to send you down the mountain at any time." ”

Linghu Hengxin said: "It's okay, let's go and have a look!"

At this time, Wu Zhen pushed the door and said, "Master, lunch is ready." The silent Taoist nodded, Wu Zhen looked at Ling Huheng, who was stunned on the side, and asked, "How is the matter with the junior brother?"

Ling Hu Heng came back to his senses and sneered: "The master asked me to face the wall for three years. ”

Wu Zhen was stunned for a moment, and said in a lost voice: "Do you mean that you have 'thought' about the cliff? Isn't that the place where the most outstanding mental moves of this sect are burned, it is said that the heads of the past generations will go there to comprehend the way of heaven! It turns out that the master of the sect wants the junior brother to go there, so I have been worried in vain for a morning!"

Ling Huheng's heart fluttered, and he already understood the intention of the master, but he was still a little unhappy: "These old Taoist priests will play tricks, just say no, but go around such a big circle!"

But Wu Zhen was also a little frustrated, and said: "But I won't be able to see you for three years, junior brother, and you can't eat my cooking." ”

The silent Taoist said, "No, you can bring him food twice a day and some water." ”

Wu Zhen suddenly smiled and said, "That's good, I can see my junior brother every day!"

Ling Huheng was also amused by him, and said, "You have to deliver me food on time, otherwise I will starve to death there." ”

Wu Zhen smiled and said, "Don't worry, junior brother, I will make you something to eat every day!"

Early the next morning, Ling Huheng packed up a few clothes and the "Biyue" fairy sword, and followed the silent Taoist to the cliff of the back mountain. The cliff is towering into the sky, and there is a small thatched hut next to it, and the silent Taoist asked Ling Huheng to put his things in the thatched hut and said, "You will live here in the future." Ling Huheng nodded, Wu Zhen took Ling Huheng's hand and said, "Senior brother, you should cultivate here, be careful of your body, I will send you food on time!"

After the silent Daoist and Wu Zhen left, Ling Huheng also began to look at the surrounding environment, only to see that the grass in front of the cliff was green, but it was empty, a bed, a chair, a table in the thatched hut, and there was nothing else. Ling Huheng couldn't help but feel a little lost, his temperament was so jumpy, it was really difficult for him to stay here for three years.