The Wheel-Turning Master

It was late autumn and the sky was still dark.

Chen Shuan was holding a lantern in one hand and holding the old donkey at home in the other hand, walking on the path beside the fields.

The bell on the old donkey's neck was ringing loudly. He walked slowly, lowering his head and tugging at the dead grass from time to time.

There was a boy on the back of the donkey. The boy was only about five or six years old. His face was a little silly, his head fell and he was dozing off. A long stream of mucus flowed from his left nostril, but it did not fall.

"Stupid? Don't doze off!" Chen Shuanyou raised the lantern and looked at the child on the donkey's back.

The child named Lengzi suddenly opened his eyes, snorted violently, and sucked all the mucus back, leaving a pale mark, like a sword mark.

"Come on, try harder." Chen Shuanyou pinched the fool's nose, and after the dog blew its nose hard, he flicked it, then raised his leg and wiped it under his feet, and warned: "The immortal master likes clean and smart children best. Don't blow your nose or wipe it on your body in front of the immortal master."

The fool learned his lesson and shrank back. His silly face looked vulgar again. He timidly whispered that he was afraid, and was scolded by Chen Shuanyou in a low voice.

This place belongs to Iron Sword Sect and is a mortal territory.

Today is the annual Immortal Festival, and all children over the age of six must ask an immortal master to verify whether they have opened their spiritual orifices and are pregnant with their true destiny.

The immortal master in charge of the mortal world had given the order half a year ago, and the lords of the villages and towns scattered everywhere had also made preparations in advance, and every household had to go.

If you are lucky enough to have a spiritual aperture, you can enter the Iron Sword Sect. When you do, you will first learn how to read and write, study the Taoist canon, and then practice immortality to achieve immortality. His mortal relatives can also benefit, so Chen Shuanyou has been looking forward to it for a long time.

"Eat an egg first." Chen Shuanyou took out an egg and stuffed it into the fool. He also warned: "Remember, don't be frightened when the time comes, you know?"

"I know." The idiot nodded blankly, peeled the egg, bent down and handed the yolk to Chen Shuanyou's mouth, "Brother, eat it."

"You can eat, I'm not hungry." Chen Shuan said otherwise and continued to lead the donkey forward.

When the idiot saw that the elder brother really refused to eat, he swallowed the egg in three times. He choked again without thinking, "Brother, I'm thirsty..."

"You can't drink water! Don't urinate in front of the Immortal Master and offend the Immortal Master!" Chen Shuanyou simply stopped and patted the idiot on the back.

Finally relieved, Chen Shuanyou muttered about etiquette issues again.

In fact, before the Immortality Festival, the children in the village had been taught various etiquettes by the village chief, but the fool was too stupid to learn them at all.

When we arrived at the village head, the village chief was already waiting, along with a dozen school-age children and their relatives.

After waiting for a while, everyone finally arrived. The village chief loudly said some discerning nonsense, and then everyone set off.

Along the country road heading east, people from other villages joined in, and in the end there were hundreds of people.

After traveling for thirty miles, I came to a place where ordinary people were worshiping. There were thousands of adults and children here, but no one dared to speak, only the snorting of some animals.

There were ordinary people dressed in law enforcement uniforms, lining up according to the village, waiting for inspection.

The village chief was sweating on his forehead, and he ordered one after another, "Blow the fool's nose clean!" He took action himself, blew the fool's nose, and said to Chen Shuanyou: "We have few people in Hutou Village, if the fool can succeed, You don’t have to be a bachelor anymore, I’ll give you my eldest daughter!”

Chen Shuanyou bent over and said good things to her, saying to herself, "You just told other family members that you would marry your younger daughter. Why do you have to marry your eldest daughter when you come to me?" I am a bachelor, but she is still Kefu’s widow!

A group of people waited tremblingly, and soon they heard cheers from the front. This must be whose child had the qualifications to become an immortal.

But most of the children were just there to go through the motions, not one out of a hundred.

For fear of making a fool of themselves in front of the immortal master, all the children had not eaten or drank water since morning. By now, all of them were pale with hunger.

After staying up until noon, it was finally the turn of the group from Hutou Village.

A young man with a sword on his back led everyone to a pavilion. There was an old man sitting in the pavilion, with a tea cup, pen and ink, and a mirror on the table in front of him.

The boy called the roll, and a well-behaved girl stepped forward and called the old man "Grandpa Immortal Master" in a childish voice.

The old man had a serious face and did not respond. He only placed a bronze mirror on the girl's head and shook his head after counting.

When the girl saw this, she couldn't stop her tears from flowing down, but she didn't dare to say anything. She kowtowed and then retreated.

The young man continued the roll call, but the children in Hutou Village did not have the good fortune of the immortal family, and all returned without success.

At the end, it was finally the fool's turn to step forward.

The old man held the bronze mirror in his hand and took a look. His serious face finally felt relaxed. He immediately shook his head and said, "The original sword is a rusty sword, but the two spiritual apertures are different."

The idiot was stunned and at a loss. He turned back to look at his elder brother, only to see that he was wiping his tears vigorously. He didn't know whether he was happy or sad.

"Brother..." The idiot turned around, and his nose started to flow from his left nostril again.

"What's your name?" asked the old immortal master.

The idiot turned around, sniffed, and didn't know how to answer.

"Grandpa asked what your name is." The boy next to him reminded with a smile.

The fool opened his mouth. Seeing that the old man was very powerful, he felt a little scared and did not dare to answer. He took two steps back in fear, and two lines of mucus came out of his nostrils.

"What's your name?" The old man frowned and asked again.

The idiot couldn't answer for a long time. The village chief was sweating on his forehead. Chen Shuanyou knelt down and said, "Return to the Immortal Master, his name is..."

"Let him answer!" the old man shouted, causing the mortals around him to tremble in fright, and many children burst into tears.

The idiot shrank back, with tears in his eyes, but he still couldn't make a sound.

"Uncle Master, you scared him." The young man said with a smile.

The old man sighed and said: "He is born with a rusty sword. Although his qualifications are a bit lacking, he is very suitable to take the path of sword cultivator. But with this courage and magnanimity... How can he look like a sword cultivator? He is timid and timid. It’s useless!”

"The child is still young and can always be taught well in the future." The young man smiled.

"No beautiful jade can be carved from stone." The old man looked at the idiot coldly.

"How old is this guy? Can he tell whether it's stone or jade? Although our Iron Sword Sect is mainly about swordsmanship, there are people who can teach without distinction. You have to give it a try." The young man looked at the old man patiently. When he saw the old man nodded slightly, he Walking up to Lunzi, he bent down to wipe away Lunzi's tears, but he didn't dare to touch the snot. He only asked with a gentle smile: "My name is Mo Yijin, little one, what's your name?"

Lunzi hooked his hands and said timidly: "My name is Chen Lunzi."

The young man Mo Yijin smiled when he heard this and asked, "Why are you called a fool?"

"Others call me Lunzi." Chen Lunzi replied.

"Where are your parents and relatives?" Mo Yijin asked again.

"After he dies, only the eldest brother is left." Chen Lengzi said.

"Are you afraid of hardship?" Mo Yijin asked with a smile.

The fool shook his head.

Mo Yijin didn't ask any more questions. He straightened up and looked at the old man, bowed and said, "Uncle Master, this child is a good boy, please accept it."

"Nowadays, this place is actually better for farmers." The old man sighed, and finally gave up his face, took out a bamboo chip and threw it to the young man.

"If you have a chance, you can't stop someone from seeking immortality." Mo Yijin took the bamboo chip and patted Chen Lengzi on the head, "Your name is not good, you have to change it in the future!"

While talking, Mo Yijin threw the bamboo chip to Chen Shuanyou again and said: "When you go back, you will have two hundred acres of good land. Let the village rebuild your courtyard. There will also be people in the fields to help you at all times. Find a wife." Live more and raise more. But if you use your power to bully others, I will not kill you."

Chen Shuanyou knelt on the ground, crying loudly and buckling his head.

When the sun sets in the west, the matter of recruiting new people for the Immortal Festival is finally concluded, and a total of 19 people have been accepted.

"In previous years, there were only thirty or forty people. We are in chaos above, and the common people below don't dare to have children." The old man sighed.

"It will always get better." Mo Yijin said with a smile.

The old man shook his head, summoned the flying boat, took a group of children and left, but Mo Yijin stayed.

When they arrived at Iron Sword Gate, there was already an old immortal master with a white beard waiting for him, calling himself Mr. Shen.

The teacher took the children to an old courtyard and allocated places for men and women to stay. Then after the children took a bath and changed into new clothes, they went to the backyard.

There are two tablets enshrined in the backyard hall. The teacher proudly told the children that in the past, the areas around Yufu Mountain were all the places of the Daoyin Sect. Later, they were scattered everywhere and became the current structure. The Iron Sword Sect was one of them. It used to be the Jindan Sect. The two tablets are the founder of the Daoyin Sect and the founder of the Tiejian Sect.

The children listened in a daze, but they obeyed and obeyed. They knelt down and saluted, and they were considered disciples of the Iron Sword Sect.

On the second day, the bells rang before dawn.

Everyone stood up quickly and hurried to class.

"Don't block the road, idiot!" Chen Lunzi was running slowly. A child pushed him from behind and immediately pushed Chen Lunzi down.

Chen Lengzi fell to the ground, with blood marks on his forehead. He didn't dare to cry, wiped his nose, and hurriedly chased after the crowd.

When I got to class, I was obviously late. With a straight face, the old teacher took out the thorn stick and hit Chen Lunzi three times on the palm of his hand.

"Min Qiufei!" The old teacher said with a cold face, and called out the child who pushed Chen Lunzi down. "Come out! Stretch out your hands!"

The child named Min Qiufei stepped forward blankly and stretched out his hands.

The old teacher tried his best and hit Min Qiufei twenty-one times on each hand.

Poor Min Qiufei was only six years old, and his delicate little hands were beaten to a bloody pulp, and his bones were visible.

All the children were stunned. Min Qiufei cried so loudly that Chen Lengzi had long forgotten to cry.

"Since we are fellow disciples, we should unite and be friendly, and we should help each other. The first lesson today is to talk about what we are fellow disciples!" The old teacher was very angry, "Min Qiufei, from now on, you should take care of Chen Lengzi, and don't let anyone else Insult him!"

Min Qiufei whimpered and nodded.

The old teacher put away the wattle sticks, took out the elixir bottle, summoned Min Qiufei and Chen Lengzi, applied plaster on their hands, and taught: "Our Iron Sword Sect is in a war-torn place, so there should be more differences between fellow sects. Like brothers, the only way to survive is to work together."

From then on, Chen Lengzi and Min Qiufei lived, ate, and studied together.

Chen Lengzi was stupid, slow to learn anything, and received a lot of beatings from his instructors. However, he remembered his elder brother's words and knew that the instructors were for his own good.

Two months passed in a hurry, and the old teacher summoned everyone and said that they were going to listen to the sermons of his predecessors.

Only when we arrived at the place did we realize that it turned out that Mo was just building the foundation and preaching in public.

Many people gathered in the bustling square outside the main hall. Chen Lengzi, Min Qiufei and others sat farthest away and could only stand and watch.

I saw Mo Yijin sitting high on the stage, slowly talking about the foundation of Tianqi.

Chen Lengzi listened in a daze, and could only roughly understand that Mo Yijin said that he was lucky, and that other people's apocalypse was very difficult, but he was not in any danger, he just turned around in a circle on the day of the Ascension Festival, and came to When I went to a common village, I saw a family that had recently lost their lives, but the grandson's daughter-in-law just gave birth to a son.

Then he said something about hearing death and seeing life, about seeing spring from a diseased tree, and also talked about withering and prosperity and replacement.

After this incident, life was ordinary. Chen Lengzi couldn't learn anything, but he would cry when he was beaten. Anyway, he just lived in a muddleheaded way.

I heard from senior brothers and sisters that Tiejianmen is different from Qiaoshan and Jiuzheshan. Before entering Taoism, people cultivate a free and easy spirit and a perseverant heart. However, Tiejianmen is in a chaotic place, so it does not seek freedom and ease, but only perseverance. .

Chen Lengzi studied hard every day, but he learned too slowly. He could endure not crying even when he was beaten, but he gained a bit of perseverance.

A few years passed by, and all the children had changed. They were all able to read and recite the Taoist scriptures.

Although Chen Lengzi was a bit inferior, Min Qiufei was smart and taught him a lot of lessons. The two of them were like brothers.

After six years of initiation, it’s time to enter the Tao. Because Iron Sword Sect is a sect of sword cultivation, it is necessary to dance the sword before entering the Tao to see whether it is agile and in harmony with the sword.

In the morning of this day, the old teacher gathered everyone together and invited Mo Yijin, hoping that he could pick out a few good seedlings.

Chen Lengzi is not a fool after all. He has heard many rumors that Mo Yijin is a genius of the Iron Sword Sect. Looking at the entire Yufu Mountain, he is the choice for the next leader.

The old teacher practiced roll call, and one by one the disciples began to play swordsmanship. They had all been taught before and had already mastered it.

Seeing that everyone's feet were steady and their hands were steady, and their swords were moving smartly, the old teacher's face became more and more ugly, but Mo Yijin nodded frequently, and sometimes even gave a few compliments.

When it was Min Qiufei's turn, he used a sword to make the tiger angry, which was quite powerful.

Then came Chen Lengzi, but there was always a slight pause in the dance of a wooden sword. His swordsmanship was originally elegant, but he made it muddy, as if his body was covered with a layer of mud.

After finishing the sword dance, Chen Lengzi knew something was wrong with him, so he just buried his head in his chest, not daring to look at Mo Yijin, let alone his old teacher.

"He has no future." The old teacher was angry, his beard fell off in anger, and he walked away.

Everyone was so frightened that they didn't dare to say anything. They didn't know what to do, so laughter came from Mo Yijin.

"There is a way to learn the Tao, so you don't have to feel sorry for yourself. As long as you work hard and practice diligently in the future, you can also find a way."

Mo Yijin smiled and appeased everyone, and waved to Chen Lengzi, "I just heard your name being sung, and I didn't expect you to be so tall. Why haven't you changed your name yet? Aren't people making fun of your name?"

Chen Lengzi raised his head and said timidly: "Teacher Shen said that I am dull by nature, can't learn anything well, and have little sense of shame, so he didn't change my name and asked me to work hard and become stronger."

"Don't you speak fluently?" Mo Yijin smiled and shook his head, saying: "Mr. Shen went too far, but don't blame him, he has such a temperament. When I first arrived at Shanmen, he was the one who taught me how to read and write. , and was slapped on the palm countless times.”

Everyone couldn't help but relax when they saw that Mo Yijin didn't have a foundation and talked about the past in a friendly manner.

"You're really not very good at using the sword. It's like you have a chain tied to your body and iron galls hanging from your feet. It's also like you can't let go of your hands and feet for fear of hurting others. You won't be able to do it after all," Mo Yijin said. .

"Then how can I practice the sword well?" Chen Lengzi asked.

Mo Yijin smiled and said: "Cut off the shackles and realize yourself clearly."

Chen Lengzi asked: "Can I kill it?"

"Yes! As long as you want it!" Mo Yijin was very determined, "You are a talented person, I believe you can make it happen."

Chen Lengzi froze on the spot, at a loss.

Mo Yijin looked at him and said with a smile: "Let's do it this way. You are the one who introduced me to the mountain gate, so you will become my disciple and I will change your name."

"What's the name?" Chen Lengzi asked curiously. Min Qiufei next to him kicked Chen Lengzi hard in the leg, and Chen Lengzi immediately knelt down.

"People say that you can't go far without tranquility." Mo Yijin raised his head and muttered, "You are pure in nature, and you will be able to be calm and concentrated. When the time comes, you may be a late bloomer. You will be called Chen Zhiyuan from now on, quiet and far-reaching."

From then on Chen Zhiyuan got his name.

Time flies, after Chen Zhiyuan entered Taoism, he concentrated on practicing but failed to follow the law.

He had no choice but to turn to other things. He had raised spiritual beasts, served spiritual plants, practiced alchemy, learned how to make talismans, and also dabbled in the study of formations. Unfortunately, he achieved nothing.

More than ten years passed in the blink of an eye, and Chen Zhiyuan was already thirty years old. He became fierce and learned the fighting skills from Min Qiufei.

Yufu Mountain was originally a place of chaos, and Tiejianmen was located on a thoroughfare, so there was always no peace.

Recently, there was a Splendid Immortal who had a wide circle of friends and recruited a large number of disciples. He heard about it and said that he would replace it with the Iron Sword Sect.

Chen Zhiyuan's cultivation progress was extremely slow, and he had no other skills, so he asked for orders to join the battle.

There was a call outside the mountain gate, but fortunately Min Qiufei saved him desperately, and Chen Zhiyuan finally survived.

The two were sent back to the mountain gate to rest, and Min Qiufei was silent.

"I figured it out." Min Qiufei was missing an arm and was blind. He sat next to Chen Zhiyuan, "Our master established the foundation when he was seventeen years old, but I have been practicing Taoism for decades and am already thirty. I can’t get over it! This is how it will be for the rest of my life. When the war is over, I will find a woman and start a family.”

"Senior brother, is this your old friend, senior sister Ke Xin?" Chen Zhiyuan asked.

"She's dead, she's dead, you didn't see her? But in this wretched place like ours, it's the same whether we die early or late. I used to envy her to be born in Qiaoshan, but then I think about it, people also made it out of our situation. I can't envy her." Min Qiufei let out a long sigh, "I plan to take in a few mortal concubines. Monks generally don't kill mortals, so they can at least save their lives. Then I will have more children, hoping that the next generation will produce capable people."

Chen Zhiyuan remained silent.

"It's time for you to find one, don't let your old Chen family lose its roots!" Min Qiu smiled fatly.

"My eldest brother has given birth to more than a dozen children, including grandchildren." Chen Zhiyuan shook his head and said firmly: "Besides, Master said that I am a late bloomer, so I will wait!"

Min Qiufei smiled and said nothing more.

Not long after, news came from the front that Immortal Jinxiu had entangled many helpers and actually set up an ambush. The old head of the Iron Sword Sect died while trying to save his disciples.

The Iron Sword Sect lost a large piece of its spiritual land, and its leader died, which seriously damaged his vitality.

Chen Zhiyuan and Min Qiufei were concerned about Master Mo Yijin's injury, so they asked their senior brothers and sisters to visit him together.

Mo Yijin has accepted nine disciples, three of whom have already established the foundation, and Chen Zhiyuan, who is on the second level of Qi training, is the bottom.

"Go back and recuperate, the thief will definitely come again."

Don't imagine that he was building a foundation at the age of seventeen. Now he is only forty-one, but he is already aging. The vicissitudes of his face are different from the smile he always had when he was young. He is more composed and heavy, and his eyes are getting deeper.

The disciples said hello and then slowly retreated. Chen Zhiyuan was reluctant to leave and turned back frequently.

"Zhiyuan, come here." Mo Yijin waved to Chen Zhiyuan with a smile on his face.

"Master." Chen Zhiyuan stepped forward and knelt down, asking with concern: "Are you really okay?"

Mo Yijin nodded slightly and said: "In addition to practicing in seclusion these years, I have been running around fighting. I rarely have guidance on your practice. I can't be called a good teacher."

"Master is very good to me." Chen Zhiyuan said.

"You started when you were six years old. You are thirty years old this year. You have practiced Taoism for eighteen years and are on the second level of Qi training." Mo Yijin pondered for a while and said, "It's a little slow."

"The apprentice is incompetent." Chen Zhiyuan knelt on the ground.

"There's no need to say that." Mo Yijin smiled bitterly, "When I was seventeen years old, I built the foundation. I considered myself a genius. As I became more and more knowledgeable, I realized that the path to the golden elixir was unavailable, and there was no news about the elixir theory. I know that I am just a mediocre person, but I feel sorry for myself all the time. How can I blame you?"

He looked into Chen Zhiyuan's eyes and said: "Zhiyuan, my master will be the head of the family in the future. If you have no time, if you have any questions, please tell me in detail."

Chen Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and said: "Master, I am not good at all kinds of skills, I am seriously injured in fighting, and my cultivation has stagnated. My uncle said that I am diligent and stupid. Is it because my qualifications are too poor?"

After hearing these innocent words, Mo Yijin shook his head and said: "Qiao Shan opened three spiritual orifices to our ancestors, and now no one dares to disrespect him. The so-called qualifications are indeed related to the number of spiritual orifices, but they are not exhaustive. That's right. You just need to remember that the more you care about this matter, the more you will be blocked by it. The road is difficult and has many ravines. If you have many spiritual apertures, you may be able to get there later. "

Chen Zhiyuan wrote it down carefully, but with confusion in his eyes, he asked: "Master, when I practice, I seem to fall into the mud and my limbs cannot stretch. I am destined to be a rusty iron sword. Is it because of my destiny?"

"I don't know, you have to figure it out for yourself. As a teacher, I can let you learn various skills, try out skills that are compatible with you, and can give you some guidance on some cultivation problems. But this question of yours cannot be answered by my teacher, or it may be a master from Qiaoshan. I can answer, but we are not qualified to ask." Mo Yijin seemed to have remembered something, and said: "My old residence has been desolate for a long time. I will be doing some work there in peace and quiet, so you can clean the courtyard outside for me. "

"Yes!" Chen Zhiyuan immediately agreed happily, completely forgetting what he had just said.

Mo Yijin shook his head slightly, waved his sleeves and said nothing.

After that, Chen Zhiyuan concentrated on sweeping the floor, practicing in his spare time, and no longer went out to fight.

However, Yufu Mountain became increasingly chaotic. The Jinxiu Immortal was so powerful that he attacked the Iron Sword Gate from time to time. The neighboring sects were also attracted by the Jinxiu Immortal, and the situation turned into an encirclement.

Chen Zhiyuan could see his master from time to time, but he felt that his master was only a dozen years older than him, but he was getting older and his hair looked white.

Sixteen years later, Chen Zhiyuan was forty-six years old and at the third level of Qi training.

On this occasion, Mo Yijin is trying to attack the golden elixir realm, but the Splendid Immortal is attracting people to attack. Mo Yi has no choice but to go out to fight, but the Iron Sword Sect is unable to support it. The Splendid Immortal invades the door, and other families come to push it.

Mo Yijin was seriously injured and fell down in the Iron Sword Gate Hall. There were sounds of shouting and killing outside, and the blood was surging. Chen Zhiyuan was panicked and didn't know what to do.

"Master, Senior Brother Min is dead..." Master Chen Zhiyuan's face was covered in blood, and the senior sisters and brothers around him were also completely depressed, feeling that the sky was about to collapse.

"You are still alive, escape and take revenge later!" Mo Yijin said.

"Am I successful? I..." Chen Zhiyuan asked confused.

"Chen Zhiyuan, if you keep complaining about the East and the West, you will never achieve anything in your life."

Mo Yijin raised his eyebrows and said: "So what if a rusty sword? A broken sword can still kill people! Your life is rusty, so how can you be a human being? With your pure heart, you can wash away the dirt on the sword, and you will definitely be able to find a way out." road.”

"Master, can I really be a swordsman?" Chen Zhiyuan was not confident.

Mo Yijin nodded, "Okay!"

He took out a blood-stained sword, reached out and grabbed Chen Zhiyuan's hair, pulled it to him, stared into Chen Zhiyuan's eyes with blood on his face, and said, "Put it away. No matter what path you take in the future, don't be timid."

Chen Zhiyuan took it blankly, his hair still being held tightly by Mo Yijin, "I am the leader, I can't leave, I will protect you until my death. I hope you will take this filthy sword and cut off the shackles! Or... Die in the fields or die in battle, no one will blame you." After saying each word, Mo Yijin finally let go of his hand, wiped away the tears on Chen Zhiyuan's face, and stood up staggeringly.

Three years at a glance.

Iron Sword Gate has long since disappeared, and is now renamed Jinxiu Mountain, Jinxiu Sect.

Early that morning, the Jinxiu Sect's mountain gate opened wide. A middle-aged monk walked out and saw a person sitting at the foot of the mountain gate's steps in the distance.

This middle-aged male cultivator was a familiar visitor and always greeted guests. When he saw dew on the man's body, he knew he had just arrived, so he hurriedly walked down the steps.

"Fellow Taoist," the middle-aged monk said with a smile.

The man stood up after hearing the words and turned around, only to see an old man in his late teens or early 50s. There was a look of vicissitudes of life on his face, and his breath was slightly unstable. He should have broken through the small realm not long ago.

This person is wearing cloth, carrying something on his back, wrapped in rags, it should be a sword or something.

The middle-aged Zhike was used to seeing other people. Seeing how timid this person was, he knew he was someone who had never seen the world. He was also slightly hunched over, and even more so, he was timid.

This kind of people can be bullied by any dog!

However, the middle-aged monk knew his guests well and was somewhat polite. He immediately handed over his hand and asked, "Dare you ask me your friend's name?"

The little old man returned the gift politely and said, "I'm Chen Zhiyuan."

"It turns out to be brother Zhiyuan, whom I have admired for a long time." The middle-aged Zhike said with a smile.

"This..." the little old man was a little surprised, "Do you know where I am from, fellow Taoist?"

"This, haha, of course I know." The middle-aged Zhike was very calm, "But after all, it has been so long that I have forgotten Brother Dao's deeds. I wonder why Brother came here this time?"

"So that's it." The little old man suddenly understood and asked, "I don't have anything else to do. I want to ask where all the people from the Iron Sword Sect went after your sect broke through the Iron Sword Sect?"

"The remnants of the Iron Sword Sect?" Zhike shook his head and smiled, "Brother Zhiyuan, as you know, the Iron Sword Sect majors in swordsmanship, and the bones of those who practice swordsmanship are often very hard, so most of them died in the battle, and some escaped and switched sides. I do have some from the Jinxiu sect, but not many."

"That's it." The little old man sighed.

"Is there any old friend of Taoist brother in Tiejianmen?" Zhike asked.

"That's not true." The little old man shook his head and said, "I am the successor of the Iron Sword Sect, and I am the most incompetent disciple of the first master."

"Oh?" Zhike twirled his beard, looked at the visitor up and down, and asked, "Then I dare to ask, why are you here today?"

"I heard that the leader of your sect is about to complete the foundation building and will pass through the golden elixir tribulation in the near future." The little old man sighed, a little helpless, "I was thinking, if I let him form the elixir, it would be bad. I want to take revenge, so I came to settle old matters while the leader of the noble sect has not finished forming his elixir."

"Haha!" When Zhike heard this, he laughed instead of being angry. He covered his stomach with one hand and pointed at the visitor with the other hand, saying: "Fellow Taoist, don't be joking. In the late stage of foundation building, the head of my family was killed in the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. How could it be that he was killed?" Wait? You...you want to kill Zhuji?" He looked up at the sky, looking curious, and asked with a smile: "Did you invite the ancestor from Qiaoshan? Or did you find the mistress from Jiuyin Mountain?"

"I'm the only one." The little old man said seriously.

"Our Jinxiu Sect has just gone through a war, but we still have nearly a thousand disciples and three foundation builders! There are countless foreign aids." Zhike shook his head and saw that the person who came was very serious, so he smiled and said: "Otherwise, first Let me weigh you."

"That's fine." The little old man immediately untied the package on his back, removed the rags, took out an unsheathed rusty broken sword, and held the hilt upside down, "Please."

Chen Zhiyuan did not look at this Zhike, but looked up along the mountain gate. There were countless steps, and his way to the sky was hidden among the mist. (End of chapter)