Infinite true path

"Dang...dang...dang..." The rhythmic sound of metal tapping came from outside, waking Huan Yin up. He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a huge sword hanging in the air, the tip of the sword pointed at him. Huan Yin was startled, and he pushed himself up suddenly, only to find that he was lying on a big bed, covered with a thick quilt. The sandalwood in the room burned quietly, filling the room with a peaceful atmosphere. If it weren't for the giant sword hanging in the air, Huan Yin would have thought he was back home in Jingzhou.

He straightened up, calmed down, and looked at the giant sword carefully before he felt at ease. It turned out that it was just a pattern painted on the ceiling of this room, but the painting was too realistic. Huan Yin had just opened his eyes and did not look carefully.

Huan Yin felt his body and found no discomfort except hunger. He looked around carefully. It was a spacious room. Except for the giant sword painted on the ceiling, the other surrounding walls were all plain white. There is a desk and a cabinet in the room, but nothing else. The layout of the entire house is simple and plain to the extreme, a bit empty.

Huan Yin remembered that he was waiting for immortality by the boulder by the Qingchuan River, but a heavy rain made him lose consciousness. It seems that he was rescued and brought here. Huan Yin got up from the bed, put on his clothes, and walked towards the door. He wanted to thank the person who saved him. Although he didn't get the fate of immortality in the end, he still survived.

Huan Yin opened the door, and the sound of tapping metal became clearer. The sound came from downstairs. The person who rescued him must be busy with something. He followed the sound and walked downstairs. This is a five-story building. There are several rooms on each of the four upper floors. The outside is connected by a long corridor. The layout is like an inn, but the difference is that there are hanging hangings on each pillar of the corridor. There are various pictures of swords.

The first floor of the building is a spacious hall, which is cleaned cleanly. There is a black table above the main hall of the hall, which is filled with spiritual tablets. The largest one in the middle reads: The spiritual position of the Master Qi Juezi of Jiange Pavilion. There are many spiritual tablets next to them, all with the words "Jian Ge so and so".

Although he didn't know who the people on these spiritual tablets were, Huan Yin still knelt down on the futon in front of the spiritual tablets and bowed three times. Then he stood up and walked out of the hall.

Outside is an open terrace, and the ground is paved flat with bricks and stones. Looking out from the mesa, there are endless mountains and lingering mist. In the middle of the platform, there was a huge furnace, and the flames inside were burning red. Huan Yin seemed to feel that the surrounding temperature was getting higher just by looking at the color. Next to the stove, there was a man wearing a green robe, with a blacksmith's insulating skirt around his lower body. He was holding something with a tong in his left hand, and he was hitting the object with a hammer in his right hand. Huan Yin heard the sound That's how it came out.

The man didn't notice Huan Yin, but was concentrating on what he was doing. Huan Yin did not rush up to disturb him, but waited and watched silently. After a while, the man seemed tired and stretched his waist, only to find Huan Yin standing aside. He smiled at Huan Yin, put down what he was doing, and walked over.

Huan Yin finally saw his face clearly. It was a man of about thirty years old, with red phoenix eyes, silkworm eyebrows, a broad face and a majestic look on his face. If he hadn't been dressed like a blacksmith and his face was so black from smoke, he would have looked very much like the general in the book.

"You're up." The man approached Huan Yin and whispered to Huan Yin. His tone was somewhat contrary to his appearance.

Huan Yin bowed and said, "Sir, did you save me?"

The man smiled slightly and said: "I happened to go there that day and saw you passed out under the tree, shivering, so I brought you back. How are you? Do you feel better?"

Huan Yin bowed to the man again and said, "Thank you sir for saving my life. My name is Huan Yin, Mu Gen Huan, the cause of cause and effect. What is your name, sir?"

The man liked Huan Yin very much because he was well-educated and courteous. He nodded and said, "My name is Duan Yun."

"Mr. Duan, where is this place?"

"This is in Wuliangmen Mountain, and this place is called Jiange."

"Wuliang Sect? But that is the most...most..." Huan Yin felt something inappropriate as he spoke, so he swallowed it back, his face turning red from suppressing it.

Duan Yun laughed and took over Huan Yin's words: "It is the weakest sect of cultivating immortals in Yangzhou - Wuliang Sect."

Huan felt very guilty and apologized profusely. Suddenly, he remembered the instructions of old man Ci Yuanling and the sword marks on the black boulder. He immediately fell to his knees with a "plop" and loudly said: "Please, sir, accept me as your disciple!"

Duan Yun helped Huan Yin up and asked, "My child, where are you from and why did you faint under that tree that day?"

Huan Yin explained his life experience to Duan Yun one by one, and also told all his experiences in Yangzhou, but Huan Yin bypassed the part about Ci Yuanling.

After Duan Yun heard this, he was quite emotional. Huan Yin was less than nine years old. He had gone through many setbacks, but he was devoted to the Tao. This kind of character is very rare, and it is no wonder that he is the best character. It's just that cultivating immortality without the qualifications is more difficult than ascending to heaven. He sighed slightly, and then said: "My child, your qualifications are limited, and you may not have any chance of immortality in this life. Why don't you think about it and find another way out?"

"I'm not afraid of hard work, please accept me, sir!" Huan Yin said firmly.

Duan Yun shook his head and remained silent for a long time.

Huan was very distressed when he saw that Duan Yun had stopped talking. He knew that it might be difficult to fulfill his wish to become a disciple today. He had an idea and thought that as long as he didn't leave the Wuliang Gate, he would have a chance. He immediately changed the subject and asked: "Sir, what kind of place is Jiange?"

When Duan Yun heard his question, he relaxed his brows a little and answered: "Our sword pavilion is one of the many branches of Wuliang Sect. The original master of the pavilion, Qi Juezi, is one of the few accomplished masters in Wuliang Sect. Not only is he excellent in swordsmanship, , and are even more proficient in the art of making swords. Like the master Qi Juezi, our lineage not only has advanced sword skills, but also provided a lot of resources to the sect. The Immortal Sword Artifact can be said to be an indispensable lineage in Wuliang Sect." At this point, Duan Yun paused, as if remembering some painful past, he frowned again and spoke in a much lower voice. To: "I am a disciple of the previous generation of Jiange, and I studied under Qi Juezi. During an important mission for the sect, the master, together with three elders, led more than 30 of our brothers out of the pavilion. We encountered strong enemies on the way, except for me. All the disciples of the Sword Pavilion were killed. In order to save me, my master and the three pavilion elders risked their lives to stop the enemy and never came back. Although I was able to survive, my cultivation was completely ruined due to my injuries and I could no longer practice. "The further Duan Yun spoke, the softer his voice became, and finally it was almost inaudible.

Huan Yin knew that he had asked the wrong question and remained silent for a long time.

Duan Yun was silent for a while and then said: "The sect has lost our lineage and its vitality has been greatly damaged. This is one of the reasons why Wuliang Sect is in such decline now."

When Duan Yun said this, he looked at Huan Yin silently, as if he was thinking about something, and after a long while he said: "Now, I am the only one left in this Jiange, with no cultivation, and the Jiange lineage in Wuliang Sect has existed in name only. If it weren't for the elders in the sect who looked at my master's former reputation, I'm afraid the sword pavilion lineage would have been abolished. Now I am alone here and can only make a living by forging swords. However, I have no cultivation in my body, but I can no longer practice it. There is no such thing as the fairy sword of the past." Duan Yun felt a sense of loneliness, and then said: "The sword I am making now can only be used by the disciples who are still in the sect. Now, you are still willing to follow me. Cultivation?"

"If sir is willing to teach me, I will do my best to repay Jiange!" Huan Yin blurted out without thinking.

Duan Yun looked surprised, extremely surprised by the child's character. You must know that Wuliang Sect was originally a low-end sect in Yangzhou, and its orthodoxy was in danger, and Jiange existed in name only among Wuliang Sect. He still remembered that he wanted to add a few disciples to Jiange in the past to ensure that Jiange continued to be popular, but who knew that even the servants in the sect refused to join Jiange. Now the child named Huan Yin in front of him actually agreed without even thinking after listening to his words. It was really rare.

"My child, I can teach you how to cultivate immortality, but your qualifications are limited, so don't force it." Duan Yun said.

"If I fail to become an immortal, I will learn to forge swords from my master!" Huan Yin knelt down and bowed to Duan Yun.

"Okay, come here and pay homage to the ancestors of my Jiange. You will be the disciple of my Jiange generation!" Although Huan Yin's qualifications were really unsatisfactory, Duan Yun was moved by Huan Yin's persistence, and he felt a little hope for the future of Jiange. .

Duan Yun walked to the coffin above the lobby and was about to ask Huan Yin to kneel down before him. However, he found that the futon in front of the coffin seemed to have been moved. He turned around and asked Huan Yin, "Have you already worshiped?"

"I just went down to the hall and saw a spirit here, so I came forward and bowed three times." Huan Yin nodded.

"It seems God's will is this." Duan Yun said to himself.

"Okay, in that case, from now on, you will be my disciple, Duan Yun, a disciple of the Jiange generation. I will teach you the methods of cultivating immortals and making swords." Duan Yun said.

Huan Yin turned around and knelt down in front of Duan Yun, bent down and kowtowed, and loudly shouted: "Disciple Huan Yin, pay homage to the master!"

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