Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Lin Chongxiao!

The true biography of the genius of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, made Tuoba a arrogant genius who did not accept direct lineage for ten years.

Lin Chongxiao, the elder brother of Coach Lin, let him swing his sword for ten years and wasted Lin Chongxiao.

"Thank you, my fellow Daoist, for helping me break through my brother's confusion and giving him a chance to turn back."

In his mind, Lin Chongxiao turned to Han Muye again.

Han Muye watched thousands of swords, and it was the first time he saw his own consciousness in the picture.

Looking at Lin Chongxiao in the picture, he didn't know how to reply.

"You, are you really Lin Chongxiao?"

He spoke in a low voice, wondering if Lin Chongxiao could hear it in his mind.

When his voice fell, Lin Chongxiao nodded in his mind, and then shook his head again.

"I'm Lin Chongxiao, but I'm not."

"I'm just a trace of Lin Chongxiao's obsession. I can't bear to dissipate it and hide it in the sword."

"For so many years, I have been able to live forever. It is the soul of the deep brother who has been nourished, and the obsession has given birth."

Speaking of this, Lin Chongxiao said in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist, you can think of me as the spirit of the sword, or you can think of me as a remnant."

"I have no threat to fellow Daoists, and I have no power to threaten."

"If it wasn't for the Daoist friend's use of sword energy, I wouldn't be able to communicate with the Daoist friend even if I wanted to."

This Lin Chongxiao is shrewd and knows that for practitioners, the most real thing is their own safety.

If this Lin Chongxiao would threaten Han Muye's safety, Han Muye would immediately find a way to destroy him.

Looking at the picture in his mind, Han Muye's hand holding the long sword suddenly loosened.

Lin Chongxiao wanted to say more, but could only helplessly dissipate.

The picture dissipated and nothing remained.

It seems that what Lin Chongxiao said is true, he is just a remnant soul and has no threat to himself.

Holding the hilt of the sword again, the sword energy penetrated, and Lin Chongxiao bowed his hands with a helpless smile.

"Fellow Daoist, I am now relying on your sword qi to manifest, and when the sword qi is drawn away, I will dissipate."

Speaking of this, he raised his head and bowed with a sincere face: "Fellow Daoist, please help me to help my brother Shen, don't let him break the path of cultivation."

Call Teacher Lin?

Han Muye pondered for a while and said in a low voice, "How to call?"

"He spent ten years of hard cultivation, and once his Dao heart was broken, I am afraid that he will not have the opportunity to improve his cultivation in this life."

The current Han Muye is not a novice in cultivation.

Cultivating and cultivating the mind, if you don't have your own way in your heart, no matter how many years you spend, it will be useless.

Lin Shen is like this now.

"Fellow Daoist, wielding swords ten thousand times, cracking rocks and destroying mountains is not my creation."

Lin Chongxiao spoke in a low voice.

"At the beginning, I explored a secret place with several brothers and sisters and got some incomplete exercises, which are recorded in such methods."

"I know that Brother Shen is not qualified enough, so before he falls, I tell him to practice this method to make up for his lack of diligence."

"I left a wisp of remnant soul, and in the sword, I also want to help him practice."

"It's just," Lin Chongxiao said with a wry smile, "I didn't expect Brother Shen to practice this method directly instead of a minor."

"He doesn't have enough cultivation to inspire the power of my remnant soul. I can only help him."

This is really a misunderstanding.

Lin Chongxiao did not hesitate to keep his remnant soul in the sword, trying to help Lin Shen.

As a result, Lin Shen insisted on practicing what Lin Chongxiao said about swinging his sword ten thousand times, but instead neglected his own cultivation, resulting in insufficient cultivation and inability to stimulate the power of the remnant soul.

"I originally thought that with my strength, within ten years, I could help my younger brother build the foundation of Taoism and become the heir to Sanshizhai."

"In this way, my wish is fulfilled."

In the picture, Lin Chongxiao's face flashed with loneliness, and then he cupped his hands and said: "If you can condense such a strong sword spirit, the realm of kendo cultivation must reach the sky."

"Chongxiao asks fellow Daoist to take action and call on Brother Shen."

Looking at Lin Chongxiao in the picture, Han Muye did not speak.

Although he is not the kendo cultivation base that Lin Chongxiao thinks, he has full-level comprehension, and it is not difficult to guide Lin Shen.

It's just that Lin Chongxiao's remnant soul in the sword weapon was aroused today, which surprised him.

There are tens of thousands of swords hidden in the sword pavilion. How many swords have remnants of souls?

If these remnant souls are obsessed, ask him to complete them, and he will agree one by one?

He can't do it.

But Lin Shen's heart was broken by him, and he couldn't bear to let him sit and watch Lin Shen cut off the path of cultivation.

"Fellow Daoist, I found out that the secret place of the remnants of the exercises was very mysterious. If fellow Daoists can help my brother, I would like to tell you the location of this secret place."

In the picture, Lin Chongxiao spoke again.

"This remnant of my soul, the only thing I can take out is this secret."

Discover the secret place of the practice.

The method of wielding thousands of swords is not unusual. There may be other good things in such a secret place.

This is a deal.

Lin Chongxiao can pay the price and help him by himself, and it is not in vain.

In the future, if you shoot for the remnant soul, there are also rules.

"it is good."

Han Muye nodded, stretched out his hand to hold the long sword, turned around and left.

When he arrived at the door, Lu Gao was slightly taken aback when he saw him come out with his sword in hand.

"I'll go around."

Han Muye walked straight down the nine stone steps.

Looking at his back, Lu Gao turned to look at the sword pavilion, and then there was a dazed look on his face.

"I'm just the gatekeeper of the sword pavilion, not the sword watcher..."

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At the mountain gate of Jiu Xuan Jianmen, a green wooden carriage was parked under the mountain gate building.

Lin Yuxia, who was wearing a long pink dress, stood beside the carriage and looked at Lin Shen who was sitting in front of the frame.

"Second brother, are you really willing to go down the mountain?"

Lin Yuxia looked at the thin Lin Shen and whispered distressedly.

"Hehe, what's wrong with going down the mountain?" Lin Shen laughed, turned to look at the tall door behind him, a tingling flashed in his eyes.

"Forget it, I'll go back and live a good life. When you go home next time, maybe you can hug your little nephew."

Lin Shen grinned, but the corners of his eyes were a little wet.

"Remember, what you said, when my boy grows up, you will lead him to practice."

Lin Yuxia bit her lip, with tears in her eyes, and nodded lightly.

Breaking the path of cultivation in this life is a great pain for anyone.

"Then, second brother, you really don't want to say goodbye to Uncle Tuoba and the others?" Lin Yuxia said in a low voice, looking at the deserted surroundings.

Lin Shen left quietly, without notifying anyone, not even his master saying goodbye.

"I'm not the eldest brother, Master, he won't care." Lin Shen shook his head, raised his hand, and pulled the reins straight.

"Girl, the Jiu Xuan Jianmen's party is a good chance to be famous."

"Don't fall into the name of my eldest brother, Sanshi Qinghu, like me."

Lin Yuxia nodded, tears finally rolling down.

"Haha, my sword cultivator is invincible at the same level."

"Swing swords thousands of times, cracking rocks and destroying mountains."

"Ten years of absurdity, woke up from a dream..."

With a flick of the reins, the carriage slowly moved forward.

The ruts pressed against the bluestone slab and creaked.

Bean-sized tears rolled down from Lin Shen's eyes. He turned his head slightly and looked at the tall gate behind him.

Nine Profound Sword Gate.

This may be the last time I see it.

"Teacher Lin."

At this moment, a voice sounded.

Wearing a white robe and holding a big sword, Han Muye walked like a fly, walked through the gate, and came to the carriage.

Lin Shen grabbed the reins and chuckled, "It's rare, I thought no one would come to see me off."

"I didn't come to see you off."

Han Muye shook his head and raised the long sword in his hand.

"Your eldest brother said that it is true to swing a sword ten thousand times, and crack rocks and destroy mountains."

"You, are you still repairing?"

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