Infinite Throne

   Chapter 843 The highest seniority and the oldest

   As expected, Irin guessed it right.

  Irin listened to half of it, consciously listening, and quietly left in the middle of the class while taking advantage of the dark night.

   Coincidentally passing by the preaching garden, Yi Rin felt a gust of air inside, hovering high in the sky, like an angry dragon, very terrifying.

   In this situation, it's like Gong Yangbai sitting in the yard carelessly, staring at Yi Rin and saying, "Come here!"

  Yi Rin was speechless, there were only two bottles of Zizhu Brewing in Er Lao Gongyang, there was no need to touch their bad heads at this time... Let's talk about it next time, forget it this time.

  …

   Actually, Yi Rin doesn't care whether Jian Nanchun sleeps or not, Chao Rushuang.

   But taking advantage of this opportunity, Yi Rin plans to go down the mountain and go back to Qingniu Village to see how her parents are doing.

  If possible, he even wanted to bring his parents to Xianshan for the elderly.

  The climate here is pleasant and the spiritual energy is abundant. Even ordinary people can live a long life without any disease or pain.

   During the day, he was a studious named disciple and the favorite of all the legendary elders—Lin Yi.

   At night, he went deep into the center, tirelessly above the spiritual sea, and carried out a huge project called "Building the Throne".

   Although the progress of this huge project is slow, it has begun to take shape.

   Under Green's guidance, Irin really tossed that thing out.

   Just in the spiritual world, Green scoffed at Yi Rin's excitement, and curled out a **** with his wings, expressing his disdain.

   "It's just you, you dare to let it out. When I woke up, I accidentally sneezed and sneezed away... You are far from it."

  Irin wanted to say "go away" at that time.

How can the knowledge of    people and bats be generalized?

   In this regard, Yi Rin reserves his opinion and does not make any comments.

  …

  The days are boring but fulfilling.

   After mentioning Jian Nanchun that day,

  Irin never met Brother Jian on the road again.

   Maybe it was because fate didn't come, or maybe Yi Rin was too busy and Jian Nanchun didn't catch anyone.

   Half a year, for a monk, may really be regarded as a blink of an eye.

soon.

   It's the twelfth lunar month promised with Jiannanchun.

Yi Rin was taking advantage of the sword-casting elders to go out that day, and spent some low-grade spirit stones that registered disciples could receive every month, rented a furnace for refining, and with two palms, poured weak spiritual energy into the furnace, and became proficient. Open the stove.

  Irin's comprehension is very high. After a few explosions due to bad luck, Irin finally succeeded in refining a little magic weapon.

This made the sword-casting elder Hua Wuyu, who hurried back from the outside after hearing the news, sighed in relief and praised Yi Rin fiercely, and said that the named disciple Lin Yi had fully grasped the essence of weapon refining, and he could be a teacher without any need for it. Come again.

   "Please don't come here in the future!" Hua Wuyu probably means this.

   He seemed frightened.

   Elder Zhujian, Hua Wuyu, has served as the elder of Zhujian Mountain for thirty-six years. He has never seen such a disciple who can explode.

  I really don't know what Chenbei saw in him.

  It is also fortunate that this disciple is named, not only thinking about his Zhujian Mountain, but he will leave one day. Every time the elder Zhujian thinks of this, he will tolerate it repeatedly and not attack.

Yi Rin just hid the dozens of "advanced remote control grenades" she had made, and rode Xiaoqing around Xiandao, thinking about which mountain gate she would visit next, but she was unexpectedly given by Chenbei on the way. Blocked.

  Look, this clearly shows the gap between Chenbei and Jiannanchun.

   The same is blocking Lin Yi, Jian Nanchun has been bitter Lin Yi for a long time, but Chen Bei is blocked all of a sudden.

"follow me."

  Chenbei didn't say much, rode a crane and took Yi Rin directly to Wenjian Mountain.

   Ask Jianshan, there is a sword mound, and the sword mound is full of flying swords, some of which are intact, and some are dilapidated.

  Irin knew this place and he came often.

  This is the place where inner disciples find the flying sword of life.

   But why is it not called "Xunjian Mountain", "Seeking Sword Mountain", "Take Sword Mountain", "Grab Sword Mountain" and other names, but instead use the word "question"?

   Among them, it is said that he is very learned.

   When the two are ready to land.

   Yi Rin stared at Chenbei's hunched back and pale hair, and couldn't help sighing.

   "I said Lao Chen, what is the big day today, did you finally stop pretending to be a showdown?"

  “…”

   Chenbei just stepped off the crane with one leg. Hearing this, he almost lost his footing and stumbled towards the crane's wings. Chen Bei held it back for a while, he knew Yi Rin well, he knew that he couldn't beat Lin Yi when he said rude words, so he could only spit out one word silently: "...Go away."

   He took a few steps and Yi Rin pointed to another path: "Lao Chen, the way up the mountain should be this way."

  “…”

   Don't blame Chenbei, he has been in the handyman class for 60 years, and times have changed.

  Chenbei did not deliberately release spiritual scans, perhaps over the years, he has lost this habit.

   The two came to the mountainside.

   The bluestone path, the entrance to the sword mound, the Nie Shan River has long been waiting here.

   "Master Uncle."

   "Pfft."

   Yi Rin almost choked on her saliva when she heard Nie Shanhe's address to Chenbei.

  Wait, although he had already guessed that Chenbei had a certain position in Tianjianmen, but at most it was the level of an elder. He didn't think about the head, because Jian Nanchun's servant had already told Yilin the information of the elders in the sect, and Jian Nanchun told Yilin very clearly that the current head was a woman and would not accept male disciples.

  Chenbei played role-playing and pretended to be a handyman in the handyman class for 60 years, but she didn't look like a woman when she looked horizontally and vertically.

  Nie Shanhe is already an "elder" in the sect, and under the head of the sect, all elders are equal.

   Yi Rin's face became a little more surprised. He looked at Chen Bei without any scruples, and asked directly, "Lao Chen, who are you?"

   "Hey, I'm the current head..."

  “?”

   "…Senior brother!"

  Irin was stunned: "What about the position?"

   "Huh, do you think I, Chenbei, will care about the district's name?"

   Yi Rin suddenly realized and blurted out: "It turns out to be old age!"

  “…”

  Nie Shanhe suddenly had the urge to stab the beast to death.

   His tenacious sword heart, which he had tempered for a hundred years, actually fluctuated because of it.

   "Call..."

  Nie Shanhe breathed a sigh of relief, his face was calm, like a mirror like a lake. He closed and opened his eyes, looked at Yi Rin, and said softly, "In those days, my uncle was recognized as the number one genius in the sect, and no one could surpass him."

The implication of    is that Chenbei is not based on high seniority, but is really awesome.

"Hey, it's old, it's old now." Chen Bei waved his hand and smiled, but Nie Shanhe's words still made him feel at ease: "Xiao Lin, you will be going down the mountain in a few days. Item refining, hexagrams, animal taming..." After speaking for a while, Chen Bei felt that there were too many lists, and felt a little depressed for no reason. He paused for a moment and continued: "Cough...and many other doorways are talented, but His own cultivation base is shallow, and once he encounters a demon disciple with a high cultivation base or a cruel monster, he is very likely to die unexpectedly."

   "So, looking at the face of the mere three pots of purple bamboo brew, I will give you a chance, Lao Chen. As for what swords you can ask, it all depends on your understanding and good fortune."

"There are five pots in total." Yi Rin stretched out a slap, correcting Chenbei's mistakes in mathematics, and after thinking about it, said: "I have no identity as a disciple of the inner sect, so I got the Fei Jian Fei Jian, other people know if Any opinions?"

"Who dares to have an opinion?" Chen Bei's nostrils were stretched, and he exhaled two breaths of confidence: "Besides, Xiaohe won't say it, the old man won't say it, you won't say it, who knows? Alas, stop babbling, hurry in! You only have ten Heavenly Kung Fu, once the time is up, no matter if you find your own flying sword or not, you must leave the sword mound and must not stay. Many inner disciples Baba are waiting in line!"

When Yi Rin heard this, his expression was slightly stunned: "Ten days?" He stared at the dark doorway made of stone bricks like a cemetery, and there was no "sword tomb" that showed a trace of light inside. Yi Rin was a little unsure, and again Asked again: "Are you sure...it will take ten days?"

   (end of this chapter)