The majestic main peak of forgetting the dust, straight into the sky, strange peaks and strange rocks, faintly with a trace of hideousness.

In the early morning, the light mist floats in the mountains and forests, like a light veil, and there are crystal dewdrops on the grass and trees and flowers and leaves of the small bamboo forest in the Forgotten Dust House, reflecting the faint and bright morning light, which is beautiful and clear, and shining.

After Lin Chen said goodbye to the two senior sisters, he walked to the backyard, calmed down, and looked at the eastern sky, where a rising morning sun was slowly rising, red, the light was soft and not dazzling, reflecting the clouds in the distance of the sky, as if in a blink of an eye, life was as slim as a white cloud, Lin Chen took a deep breath and walked in.

Yan Jingchen was as before, his slender figure turned his back to him, standing motionless on the edge of the lotus pond, his shawl long hair, white robe, spotless, this person stood in the confused, cold and cold fog, as if he had been standing there since ancient times, and as if he had just condensed from the dense fog, even the sun did not dare to leave a mottled shadow on him.

Compared with the past, Yan Jingchen gave people a feeling that has changed, when on Cuiyue Peak, because of the birth of the magic sword, Yan Jingchen was alarmed, and thus created this pair of masters and apprentices with a detached temperament, a few years ago, Yan Jingchen gave people the feeling that it was sharper than the sword, but now it is as empty and ethereal as fog, elusive, although in the dark, he can't see his face clearly, he can only see him dressed in white like snow, and the peerless hand holding the sword, even at this moment, he does not hold the hand that never leaves the hand, no handle and no sheath, The unique shape of the Forgotten Dust Sword, but his person is there, as if there is an inexplicable sword aura that is imminent, even if he has not seen him before, but at that moment, he can feel that this person is him-

The first person in Shushan, Yan Jingchen!

Heaven and earth, a unique sword.

Heaven and earth, a unique person.

The young man has always had this feeling in his heart, if the way of the sword, there is indeed a so-called sword god, then Yan Jingchen is undoubtedly the closest person to God, of course, what the young man does not know is that many, many years ago, in the world of cultivating immortals, the young Yan Jingchen, who first came out of Shu Mountain, held the purple night silver moon, and walked all over the thousands of mountains to cleanse the demon soul, he once broke through the "generation of sword gods" With the seclusion of Yan Jingchen, people have gradually forgotten the unruly young man who could be crazy and dared to scold the world for being unkind, and is more willing to remember the first person in Shushan who is now transcendent.

Lin Chen's pupils shrank slightly, looking at the back of his master's clothes, a trace of indescribable feeling appeared in his heart, I still remember that many years ago, it was also like this here, Yan Jingchen smashed the nine sword intent of the "Shattering Heaven Sword Technique" into his divine thoughts, which made him crazy, and it was precisely because of this amazing sword technique that he was fearless and understood his true heart in so many thrills encountered in the future.

"Master. Lin Chen took a few steps forward, stood quietly behind Yan Jingchen, and whispered.

Yan Jingchen didn't speak, the two of them were silent like this, the fog was thinning, and the cool mountain breeze was blowing, with a hint of coldness.

After a long time, finally, Yan Jingchen's faint voice sounded, he didn't ask about Lin Chen's experience over the years, just a simple and strange sentence: "How many swords?"

Lin Chen was slightly stunned, he knew what Yan Jingchen was asking, he thought about it, with his current cultivation, reluctantly, he could only send out the seventh trick "Shattered Star" of the "Shattering Heaven Sword Technique", in the past, on the Binglan Cloud Pavilion, it was also with the help of the power of the Ice Spirit Dragon Emperor of the Ancient Sword of the Desolate God that he was able to break through the dust with one sword, and issued this extremely powerful sword, shattering the flesh of the Binghe Dao people.

Lin Chen looked at the master's seemingly fleeting figure, and also said softly: "Seventh sword." ”

Yan Jingchen's long hair fluttered in the wind, he nodded slightly, as if he was a little surprised, but also a little disapproving, and said, "Seven Tricks Broken Stars? Six years can reach this point, which is even higher than I expected." ”

Lin Chen didn't speak, without the slightest pride in Yan Jingchen's seemingly praising words, in front of this person who is known as the first person in Shushan, no one seems to have the capital of pride.

"Do you know why the teacher didn't care about your life and death all these years?" Yan asked in shock.

Lin Chen pondered for a moment, then suddenly shook his head, laughed, and said, "How can Master not see through life and death." ”

Speaking of this, Lin Chen paused for a moment, looked at the rising sun in the sky, squinted his eyes slightly, and continued: "Those who hear the Tao, die at dawn and evening, immortal cultivators, forget life and know death, the path of heaven and man is originally hovering between life and death, if you can't see through cause and effect, how can you be immortal? Master's sentence back then, 'In this world, what is not lonely', the disciple can now understand a little, maybe ...... This is the so-called difference between immortals and mortals. ”

Yan Jingchen laughed, undeniable.

Lin Chen keenly felt a hint of praise from it, but when he thought of the matter of Lei Ling Mountain, the young man couldn't help but feel a little hazy in his heart, and after hesitating for a moment, he said with a straight face: "Master, the disciple has something to ask you for ......."

didn't think about this before he started, but was interrupted by Yan Jingchen waving his hand, he slowly turned around, a few strands of long hair on his forehead moved with the wind, and his eyes were as clear as glass with clarity and indifference, and he glanced at the disciple in front of him and asked, "Do you remember the law of forgetting dust?"

Lin Chen was slightly stunned, nodded, and said, "Knowing the original heart, one thought is clear, and the disciple does not dare to forget." ”

Yan Jingchen's eyes were like torches, and he said coldly: "Have you ever done something against your heart?"

Lin Chen remembered the stormy and bleak scene on Lei Ling Mountain, shook his head firmly, with a bit of arrogance and stubbornness between his eyebrows, and said lightly: "The disciple doesn't think what he did is wrong, even if everyone thinks the disciple is wrong. ”

Saying that, the young man thought for a while, and said seriously: "The disciple has his own insistence on good and evil, good and evil, and this is my original intention. ”

"In that case, what a sin. ”

Yan Jingchen said coldly, but he admired the temperament of this disciple in his heart, thinking that when he was young and frivolous, he was also like this, acting according to his own likes and dislikes, and determined that even if the sky fell apart, he would not be able to be disrespected, when did he pay attention to other people's thoughts?

The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, but there was a faint smile that was imperceptible, and then, he glanced at the grass and trees in the woodland in the backyard, and his eyes fell on an unknown flower that had withered, and with a casual move, a handful of dirt appeared in his palm.

Lin Chen looked at him inexplicably, and when he was puzzled, his eyes suddenly widened, and he opened his mouth to say:

Even in the faint clouds, the young man could still see clearly, the soil in Yan Jingchen's hand suddenly gave birth to a little green sprout in the middle!

Then, in his astonished gaze, this little bud seemed to be blown up by the spring breeze, and gradually grew, and in an instant, it grew into a small white flower with leaves, and around the flower, there was a little bright green grass, like the stars holding the moon, clustering the blooming flower, and the bright flower, swaying and swaying in the breeze—

Faint and dense points of light, from all directions, gathered in Yan Jingchen's hands, just like the stars in the sky, gathered into the Milky Way, gradually brightened.

"The morning dew and epiphany, blooming only for a moment, wonderful and beautiful, never eternal. In this world, there is no person or thing that every individual can be absolutely sure of, except for himself. ”

Yan Jingchen said lightly, the once brilliant flower, gradually withered, turned into the soil of withered flowers and leaves, from his fingers, slowly flowed, the breeze blew, drifting into the distance.

"You, do you understand?"

Lin Chen was stunned, and couldn't help but raise his head, and seemed to have a little understanding of Yan Jingchen's eyes that were as light as smoke clouds, and then, he nodded heavily, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he was smiling, at this moment, he really understood what "heart" was, and only at this moment did he see incomparable pride and an indescribable vicissitudes from Yan Jingchen.

For the matter of Lei Ling Mountain, the young man is like seeing the moon at this moment, and the haze in his heart is completely dissipated, even if this matter is very important, even if he is expelled from Shu Mountain because of this matter and is spurned by ten thousand people, so what? Other people's affirmations and thoughts do not matter at all.

"Obey the Master's teachings, and the disciples will retire first. ”

Lin Chen smiled indifferently, thought about it, looked at Yan Jingchen, and said with a straight face: "The disciple has never forgotten the agreement with the master back then. ”

As he spoke, the young man shook slightly, took what seemed to be a heavy step, and turned to leave.

After a while, the quiet place in the backyard of Forget Chenju returned to silence, and a soft figure, as if coming out of nothingness, suddenly appeared beside Yan Jingchen.

"This kid really looks like you when you were younger. Mingyuechan quietly stared at the direction where the boy disappeared, revealing a smile that was softer than the moonlight.

Yan Jingchen was silent for a moment, his palm opened slightly, and the Forgotten Dust Sword appeared above his palm silently, stopping quietly, Yan Jingchen's slender fingers gently stroked the sword body of the Forgotten Dust Sword, suddenly shook his head, and said, "Like him." ”

Mingyuechan seemed to have expected him to say this, smiled quietly and did not speak.

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Returning to Xiwan Xiaozhu, the young man suddenly patted his head and said regretfully: "Hey, I forgot to mention to my master that Zixiao Yinyue has been destroyed, I don't know if his old man still has a flying sword of this quality." ”

Lin Chen paced back and forth in the room depressedly, and smiled bitterly, I'm afraid that the only disciple in Shushan who doesn't have a flying sword is him, the world's flying sword comes out of Shu Mountain, and most of the disciples in Shushan are sword cultivators, and they love swords like life, so they are good, and they have destroyed the spirit sword that Zixiao Yinyue, which is not inferior to the Spirit Void Immortal Sword, and is coveted by countless people, but if the master knows that this sword used when he was young is made like this, I am afraid that his face will become even colder than the ten thousand years of ice in Bingyue Peak......

"Huh?" Inadvertently, the young man stopped, and his eyes fell to the corner of the room, where a dusty iron sword leaned quietly against the corner, lying alone.

Lin Chen casually summoned the iron sword, and with a slight swing, the dust on the iron sword dispersed, revealing the gray-black rusty sword body.

Looking at this familiar iron sword, Lin Chen suddenly smiled, this sword is very ordinary, and it can be seen everywhere in the world, but this sword has a different meaning for the young man, Yan Jingchen used this iron sword to teach him the sword technique, and his own perfect sword skills were practiced after countless days and nights of tossing with this sword.

"The sword is made of iron, and it is psychic because of its grasping. Moved by the heart, lived by blood, and died because of non-thoughts. ”

Lin Chen silently recited it, and a look of frenzy suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, this ordinary iron sword, when he realized his childhood idea of "a little heroic spirit, a thousand miles of fast wind", now the six veins know martial arts, what if you use this sword to defeat others!