Immortal Cultivation Simulation: Tongtian Sword Master

"name?"

Lin Chen was stunned.

Only then did he realize that he was just very excited and looking forward to it, but he didn't think about these important details.

Why is this so?

Just as he was about to think about the reason further, his father, Lin Hong, patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "It's really careless! But it's okay, my father has already thought of two names for you."

"If it's a boy, name it Lin Jingfeng, if it's a girl...then name it... Lin Shiyu, Chen'er, what do you think?"

Lin Chen nodded subconsciously when he heard the words, with a dazed expression.

Just at this moment.

"Wow--"

The cry of the baby sounded.

Then there was a shout of joy from the room: "It's a baby! It's a little Young Master!"

that's all.

Lin Chen has a son in the Enmu world...

...

time flies.

In a blink of an eye, another five years passed.

Lin Jingfeng, the son of Lin Chen, has gradually grown up. Although he was young, he began to follow Lin Chen and set foot on the road of cultivation.

In the courtyard.

Lin Chen was teaching Lin Jingfeng's sword skills. Since his son was in the stage of laying the foundation, Lin Chen didn't teach him any advanced sword techniques, and only taught him some low-level moves.

"Father, I can't grasp the essence of the 'Great Flame Flowing Fire' move you just practiced."

The young Lin Jingfeng, wielding a wooden sword, asked Lin Chen for advice in a childlike voice.

Lin Chen smiled, and said patiently: "Martial Skill can only be done if you practice more. Jingfeng, I will practice it again, you should pay attention."

After finishing speaking, Lin Chen picked up an ordinary iron sword from the weapon rack, held the blade flat, and stared at the end of the courtyard not far away.

At the end of the courtyard, there are more than a dozen wooden targets.

In order to show the essence of the "Cangyan Liuhuo" style of swordsmanship as much as possible, Lin Chen decided to target three of the wooden dummy targets and destroy them.

"Cangyan Liuhuo" belongs to the move in "Cangyan Sword Classic", a low-level spiritual Martial Skill that Lin Chen practiced a long time ago.

This kind of basic Martial Skill, for Lin Chen, naturally does not have any difficulty in imparting teachings.

Suppressing the divine power to the lowest True Qi intensity, Lin Chen mobilized the power of heaven and earth, and ignited the long sword in his hand.

Then, use the essence of the Sword intent.

Cut out with one sword!

Zheng——

The sound of the sword chant was like the roar of a blue dragon, high-pitched and ear-piercing.

crimson Sword Qi swept across, at the end of the courtyard, fifteen wooden targets were all chopped into flying ashes by Sword Qi!

at the same time.

collapse!

A low muffled sound came from Lin Chen's palm.

The ordinary iron sword in his hand broke into countless pieces from the center, and scattered all over the ground.

"It's amazing! Dad, your move is so powerful and handsome!"

Seeing such a powerful move, Lin Jingfeng blushed and clapped excitedly.

And Lin Chen...

But his eyes were wide open, staring at the only remaining scabbard in his hand, and he didn't recover for a long time.

"No...it's not right...it's absolutely impossible!" Lin Chen muttered to himself.

Originally, it was only intended to destroy three wooden targets, but in the end, all targets were destroyed.

Not only that, but because of excessive force, the sword in the palm was destroyed.

With Lin Chen's Cultivation Base in the Divine Dao Realm, how could he be so indiscriminate in his ability to control strength? !

"what's wrong with me?"

Lin Chen threw away the broken hilt, looked at his slightly trembling hands, and always felt that something was wrong.

In my heart, I always feel that there is something important to do, and I always feel that there is some important person to contact.

but……

But he was distracted by countless daily trivial matters, making it impossible for him to recall them.

"call--"

"call--"

At this time, Lin Chen's thoughts were interrupted by a burst of wind.

I saw Lin Jingfeng waving his wooden sword, throwing crimson scorching Sword Qi outwards.

After witnessing Lin Chen's rehearsal, Lin Jingfeng immediately comprehended the essence of it and managed to master it.

Obviously, Lin Jingfeng's understanding is amazing!

"Hehe, you two are really hardworking! Don't practice yet, go get ready and have dinner right away."

A smile sounded in the distance, and Wan Mingyue and Lin Xueqing appeared from behind the corridor.

"Mother, aunt."

Lin Jingfeng threw away the sword in his hand and rushed towards Wan Mingyue happily.

"Jingfeng, how are you practicing, did you make your father angry?"

"No! Jingfeng is very obedient and will never make father angry!"

Wan Mingyue knelt down, asked her son, and took out a brocade handkerchief to wipe the sweat and dust off Lin Jingfeng's forehead.

Lin Xueqing stepped forward, picked up Lin Jingfeng, and the two chatted and laughed, preparing to go to the main hall for dinner.

And Wan Mingyue came to Lin Chen's side.

"Junior Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Wan Mingyue seemed to see something strange about Lin Chen.

Lin Chen shook his head blankly.

He didn't know whether he should tell Wan Mingyue directly, but in his heart, a voice almost instinctively kept reminding him to keep his heart and not trust anyone.

"Junior brother, are there too many affairs at home recently?"

"Actually, you don't have to do many things yourself, just leave it to Steward Zhong and the others..."

"If you have troubles, don't keep it in your heart, just tell me, I will support you no matter what." Wan Mingyue stepped forward, nestled in Lin Chen's arms, and whispered softly.

Lin Chen's hands froze in the air, trembling lightly. After a long time, he seemed to feel Wan Mingyue's intentions, and finally hugged her...

...

As time continued to pass, Lin Jingfeng grew up day by day...

Under Lin Chen's guidance, his son has made rapid progress and has become the number one genius in the fairy world.

Lin Chen is still repeating his routine.

The state of mind becomes stable.

The previous feeling of forgetting someone and something has gradually disappeared.

And in the face of the abnormal situation of Martial Skill's "powerlessness", he gradually found the reason.

As long as you are a human being, you will inevitably age, and cultivation can only delay it.

Lin Chen's Cultivation Base has not broken through, he even forgot what it feels like to break through.

He always feels that he seems to be very old, as if he has experienced a lot of people and things, and he is already an old man.

It is reasonable to retreat in combat power...

With this mentality, Lin Chen lived a stable life until...

One day after Hundred Year.

"Lin Chen?!"

"Lin Chen! Quick, respond to me..."

In Lin's ancestral hall, Lin Chen, who was meditating, heard a woman's voice.

At this moment, Lin Chen was wearing a black robe and sitting in Lotus Position, his beard and hair were already pale.

He suddenly opened his eyes, wondering: "Who? Who is talking!"

Seeing this question, the woman's voice became extremely shocked: "Lin Chen, you...you don't remember me? I am Lin Nian! Lin Nian!"

Lin Chen was at a loss: "Lin Nian? Who is that? Where are you hiding, and why are you able to transmit voices to me like this?"

In my impression, I don't have any memory of the name "Lin Nian".

At this moment, Lin Chen didn't even have a sense of déjà vu.

Faced with Lin Chen's state, Lin Nian's heart sank, and he felt more and more that the situation was not good.

"Damn it! This Leng Mo Remnant Soul's good tricks actually...make you...completely...lost..."

Lin Nian cursed secretly, and at the same time, his voice became intermittent and weak.

It sounded like something happened to her and she was seriously injured.