Painting of the Nine Immortals

Ling Xian started her practice at the age of fourteen, and it has been almost nine years since then. This time is not long, and short is not short.

At that time, he was just a mortal who could not practice, even in the eyes of some people, he was just a waste. Fortunately, he was fortunate enough to meet Jiutian Shentu and open up anti-sky qualification. After that, he sang along all the way, forging ahead by himself, and growing up to the current strong Dandan!

Although he can achieve today's glory and has an inseparable relationship with his qualifications, there are also reasons for his efforts. Had it not been for his hard work and too much sweat, how could he have the dazzling results now?

Over the past nine years, Ling Xian has been practicing all the time, and she often faces strong enemies, causing her nerves to stay in a tight state. Although he finally defeated one strong enemy after another and flipped through the mountains, he was too tired.

After all, he is just a man, not an omnipotent god.

Therefore, after choosing a Lingfeng, Lingxian did not practice as he did in the past, but completely relaxed. Anyway, his cultivation is now proud of his contemporaries, and even surpassed many older generations. His status is even more lofty, and he is the core elder of Wan Jianzong!

As a result, he naturally has the capital to take a short break.

Therefore, every morning in the early morning, when the rising sun rises, Lingxian will come out of Dongfu and admire the rising sun.

After that, he will go down the mountain to see the beauty of Wan Jianzong. Then, he will come to the open space behind his own Lingfeng, take care of the strange flowers and plants that are planted, and let them fight.

Then wait until the sun is thin, and he will return to the top of Lingfeng Mountain, watching the sunset and rising moon, time alternates. Finally returned to Dongfu, neither practicing nor meditating, fell directly into dreamland.

This is his day.

There is no chaotic ears, no labor to cultivate, life is very leisurely and very comfortable.

Every day, you can enjoy all kinds of flowers, drink wine, see the beauty of Wan Jianzong, and admire the magnificent sunset and moon.

In such a comfortable life, Ling Xian completely let go of her mind, and she also completely relaxed, leaving all the things of cultivation behind her back.

In this way, little by little, three months passed.

Although in the past three months, Ling Xian's cultivation has not improved in the slightest, but his mood has improved a lot. It became more indifferent, more dusty, and the rhyme of the Tao sent out became more intense.

Overall, he has learned a lot. Although he didn't deliberately realize the Tao, watching daily Shen Yuesheng's natural trajectory still made him realize a lot of heaven.

If it weren't for a sudden visit by an old person, Ling Xian might not have withdrawn from this state of leisurely contentment.

It was a pretty woman who barely called him his deceased, the daughter of Ye Xiaotian, the master of Qingcheng.

Ye Youlan.

In that year, Ling Xian had promised the Lord of Qingcheng to help the woman in Wan Jianzong's assessment. However, since he had never worshiped the ancestral gate, the matter had not gone away.

At this moment, Zhaoxia was born in the bright Dongfu.

Ling Xianpan sat on the futon, looking at the pretty woman across the road, and smiled softly: "I can't think of it, I can see you here."

"The disciple Ye Youlan, met Elder Ling."

Ye Youlan struck a white palace dress with a restrained expression on her pretty face, bowing and saluting at Ling Xian.

There is no way, with Ling Xian's identity and strength at the moment, looking at the whole Wan Jianzong, few people dare to disrespect him. Although Ye Youlan is an insider disciple and has an extraordinary status, he is still several grades worse than him.

"No need to be polite."

Ling Xian smiled and waved, "I haven't seen you for a few years, and you have become more and more watery."

"Ok?"

Ye Youlan's eyebrows frowned slightly, hesitantly: "It seems ... it's the first time Elder Ling has seen Youlan."

"This ..."

Ling Xian shook her head with a smile and did see Ye Youlan, but she was blindfolded at the time, and the girl didn't know. Therefore, he groaned and said, "So far, there is nothing to hide. The person who drove you to poison was me."

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Youlan suddenly exclaimed, her eyes were full of disbelief.

Although it has been more than eight years since the beginning, she never dare to forget, the life-saving benefactor who saved her life.

"Don't believe it ..." Ling Xian smiled slightly and didn't say more, but summoned the flame of the evil spirit.

Suddenly, the temperature of the entire Dongfu suddenly rose, and Ye Youlan believed this fact.

She remembers very well that she was able to survive that time because of this strange silver-white flame. Therefore, when she saw Lingxian summoning the flames of burning evil spirits, she believed this.

This made her both grateful and pleasantly surprised.

"Let's believe it now." Ling Xian smiled slightly and retracted the flame of burning evil spirits.

"I believe it. I didn't expect that the person who saved me at that time would be Elder Ling." Ye Youlan opened her mouth slightly. Although she accepted this fact, she felt a little shocked.

"I didn't expect to see you here." Ling Xian smiled and said, "It seems that your father had asked me for everything, it's all superfluous."

"No, I still have to thank Elder Ling."

Ye Youlan's face flushed slightly, embarrassed, "My qualifications are not good. I was already eliminated in the assessment, but the examiner at that time was Elder Stuart, and he secretly operated it before letting me pass. of."

"So it is."

Ling Xian laughed, knowing that Elder Stuart must be in his own face before Ye Youlan passed. As a result, his guilt disappeared instantly, and his mood became more accessible.

"So You Lan came here to thank Elder Ling." Ye Youlan smiled.

Seeing the woman smile, Ling Xian's eyes flickered, and she smiled and said, "Really, just for thanks?"

"This……"

Ye Youlan smiled embarrassedly. She came here first to thank Ling Xian and second to hope to establish a good relationship with him. After all, he is now a high-weight core elder. If he can look at it one or two, that would be a wonderful thing.

But she didn't expect that her careful thought was actually read by Ling Xian, which naturally made her feel a little embarrassed.

"It's human nature, as long as there is no malice." Ling Xian waved her hand and groaned. "Since you and I come from a place, I naturally want to take care of it. So, if you have something, come here. Find me."

Upon hearing that, Ye Youlan was overjoyed and laughed, "Thank you Elder Ling."

For her, Ling Xian is a towering tree, a guarantee that she will not be bullied in Wan Jianzong. How could she not feel happy?

"Well, I still have something to do, you can step down first." Ling Xian waved her hand and issued a guest order.

"Yes, Youlan retired." Ye Youlan nodded his head slightly, and slowly withdrew from the cave.

Looking at the back of the woman slowly disappearing, Ling Xian shook her head gently. The reason why he made such a promise was entirely because the girl and herself were from Qingcheng.

Otherwise, would he promise to take a look at it?

"I didn't expect that one day, I would become a towering tree sheltering others."

With a sigh of sigh, Lingxian was very emotional. She did not expect the times to change. She became Wan Jianzong's pivotal figure and had the ability to shelter others.

"The world is really amazing. The promise that Elder Szeto gave me was a true disciple. I did not expect that now, a person who turns around will become the core elder." Ling Xian's mouth raised a smile.

It is true that the identity of a true disciple is also dignified, and ordinary elders are not comparable, but how can they be compared with core elders?

What's more, Dao Wou-ki obviously intends to let Ling Xian carry the banner of Wan Jianzong, which is a huge honor!

Although it also means that he is going to take on a responsibility, this responsibility is not for anyone who wants to carry it. Only a person like him who has both virtue and talent can do so.

"Well, now that people are gone, I should continue to enjoy leisure time."

With a slight smile, Lingxian slowly walked out of Dongfu and returned to the previous state. But this time, in addition to those things that must be done, he has one more thing.

Go to the Tibetan Classics Pavilion to read millions of ancient books.

Since Dao Wou-ki gave him this right, he naturally wanted to use it, otherwise, wouldn't he be so sorry for himself?

In this way, Lingxian's life became two points and one line. After he admires the rising sun, he will come to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to enrich his knowledge and grow his knowledge.

Of course, those supernatural powers and methods of Wan Jianzong, he naturally will not let go. However, he knows the truth of being greedy and chewing. He did not have the brain to study the inheritance of Twelve Peaks. Instead, he chose to kill Jianfeng's inheritance first.

If it is said that among the ten inheritances of Wan Jian, which one is the most aggressive, it is undoubtedly the inheritance of killing Jianfeng.

This peak inherited a sword killer, paying close attention to one hit, ruthless shot, very lethal. In contrast, this method is also the most difficult to develop.

Therefore, Ling Xian began a difficult road of practice.

Whenever he finishes a day's work, he will convert all the mana in his body into sword energy in accordance with the instructions on the lineage, trying to condense a destiny to kill the sword.

This process is undoubtedly slow and extremely painful. After all, a killing sword condenses in one's body, just thinking about it makes people shudder.

But who is Lingxian? The reason why he can reach this stage is not only due to the amazing talents, but also due to his perseverance.

Therefore, without fear and hardship, he began a long way of condensing the sword.

Time passed by bit by bit. After another three months, Lingxian finally achieved success. At the very least, he can barely condense into a mana magic sword, although the power is unsatisfactory, but anyway can be considered an achievement.

Presumably soon, he can cultivate the inheritance of killing Jianfeng to Xiaocheng's realm. However, just as he was planning to continue his practice, the arrival of the master taught him to stop him from practicing.

And what Dao Wou-Ki brought was that Ling Xian had to come out of his leisure life and return to that busy day.