Chapter 304: The Sword Master meets the enemy in the sky, and the seven sons go to the deep spring together

Jianya Xuanfeng.

Song Lin sat cross-legged in a cave.

The surroundings are carved with white jade, with bluestone steps, red sandalwood beds, and elegant incense tables.
A spring is lush and green, and mist is constantly gushing out.

Song Lin sat on the Baicao Enlightenment Cushion woven with golden brocade. The true energy in his body circulated naturally and his cultivation improved visibly.

"With such an environment, I am only considered the third-lower class among the true disciples of Donglin Xianya. I don't know what the cultivation conditions are like at Wudao Xuanfeng and Xianling Xuanfeng, which have the richest assets."

It was already dark at this time.

Chen Xiaohua and Bai Lingjiu were placed in the servants' quarters at the foot of the mountain, while he chose the 23rd of the 36 Sword Spirit Caves on the mountainside. Xie Muxue chose the 22nd.

The two were three miles apart.

Above the Sword Spirit Cave, there are twelve white jade palaces, which were used by the previous generation of Sword Cliff disciples. Then there are the eight great sword pavilions, which are the residences of the Sword Cliff elders.

The highest point of Jianya is called Jianxianju.

It is the place where the master of Jianya Peak goes into seclusion.

Jianya Xuanfeng Mountain is thousands of feet high and has a steep terrain, like a sky-shaking fairy sword pressing down on the earth. However, the landscape on it is very primitive, and there are less than three-digit caves for people to live in.

Even more living beings are various rare and exotic animals, spiritual creatures and spirits, probably numbering hundreds of thousands.

"I must digest the talents brought by the improvement of my fate as soon as possible, enter my previous life, and condense the supreme golden body. If the golden body is not formed, I will always feel uneasy in my heart."

After arriving at Donglin Fairy Cliff, almost every person I met had advanced to the Golden Body stage, or even higher.

This made Song Lin feel very insecure.

However, according to his estimation, it would take at least seven days to fully tap the potential of his talents after the initial stage.

"In these seven days, I will first learn about some things that happened seven thousand years ago, and at the same time, I will improve my cultivation to the perfection of the five spirits. When I enter the previous life next time, if the method of the Six Element Gengjin Wind and Thunder Qilin Sword Body is feasible, I will ignite the heart flame and achieve the third realm of Yin and Yang - the furnace."

"Oh, and there's also the Sword of Five Worlds. I hope this fragment can help me condense my golden body."

Song Lin thought about his future direction and then practiced with peace of mind.

The next day, it was dawn.

Outside the 23rd Cave of the Sword Spirit, Shui Qianrou's loud voice was heard.

"Junior Brother Zhou, Junior Brother Zhou, come out and become my disciple!"

Rumble~~
The bluestone door of the cave slowly opened.

A young man walked out with empty hands. Although he looked ordinary, he looked like a sharp sword just out of its sheath.

"Not bad, not bad, it seems that your cultivation has improved again last night!"

Shui Qianrou stared at Song Lin and exclaimed in admiration.

Xie Muxue stood quietly beside her, like a white lotus in bud.

This time Song Lin only glanced at her and then looked away.

Regardless of whether this woman was Tan Tai Xuan Yin or not, he did not want to test her, lest he expose his identity and cause unnecessary trouble.

Anyway, people who can pass the mirror of conscience are probably upright and less dangerous.

"Hey, where's your sword?"

Shui Qianrou looked at Song Lin from head to toe.

"My sword is in my heart."

Song Lin smiled slightly.

"Tsk, when you see the real immortal flying sword, you will no longer say that there is no sword in your hand but there is a sword in your heart." Shui Qianrou snorted and walked ahead.

"Come with me, I will help you choose a master today."

Song Lin followed silently.

Of course he understands this.

But once the Blood-Drinking Knife and the Red Blood Demon Sword come out, my vest will be lost. I still have to find a way to get a good sword in Donglin Fairy Cliff after a while.

The best would be... the legendary flying sword magic weapon!
"Senior Sister Shui, can Jianya Xuanfeng choose his own master?"

This was the first time Song Lin heard Xie Muxue speak on her own initiative.

Compared to Tan Tai Xuan Yin and Xie Mu Xue in her previous life, her temperament was truly cold and aloof, like a woman whose heart had been broken by someone, and who was only focused on practicing swordsmanship.

"of course."

Shui Qianrou raised her head, her short hair fluttering, "After the catastrophe seven thousand years ago, the descendants of Jianya thought hard and decided to change the situation of sparse population and recruit more disciples. Disciples other than those with gold spiritual roots can also enter the mountain to practice."

"One of the strategies is for the master to choose the apprentice, and the apprentice to choose the master. This way, both parties can be in harmony, and the master's inheritance will continue forever. Of course, most elders are reserved and will not take the initiative to speak."

"So, it's like letting the next generation of disciples choose their master on their own initiative. Unless your qualifications are really terrible or your character is not suitable, probably no one will refuse you."

"Also, three thousand years ago, there was a senior who advocated that men should choose women and women should choose men. If the two sides fall in love with each other over time and are willing to become Taoist couples, Jianya would also support it."

"..." Song Lin and Xie Muxue were both stunned.

Could Jianya's method of cultivation still be like this?
"Ha, you don't understand. This is called refining the heart with emotions. Forgetting emotions and being extremely emotional are both the Tao. What's wrong with that? Compared to the old-fashioned Wudao Peak, our Jianya Xuanfeng is open now!" Shui Qianrou laughed proudly.

"Senior Sister, what about your Master?"

"Uh……"

Shui Qianrou, who was always talkative, was suddenly speechless.

quite a while.

She lowered her head and said dejectedly, "I was initiated into the sect for three years when my master passed away."

"sorry."

They both apologized.

"Ah?" Shui Qianrou was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "What are you thinking? I was only eight years old when I started, and my master has lived for more than seven hundred years. How could he look like an old grandfather?"

"..."

Song Lin and Xie Muxue couldn't help but curl their lips.

Can you avoid misunderstanding us by doing this?

"Let's go to the Patriarch's Hall first."

Shui Qianrou cheered herself up and walked up the mountain with high spirits.

After a while.

In a complex of ancient buildings, the three of them stepped into the incense-filled hall, subconsciously slowing down their pace and looking up.

Sword monuments stand above the temple.

Next to the tablet at the top, there is a portrait of a tall man floating in the air. He is not shown face to face, but standing on the top of a cliff, looking towards the sea and the sky.

"It's him."

Song Lin recognized him at a glance; this man was none other than the sword master who had briefly appeared in the Donglin Fairy Cliff that year.

Although he had never seen the man's face, Song Lin felt a heavy atmosphere coming towards him.

The Jianya Patriarch seemed to be facing a very difficult enemy.

"What is he looking at? Who is his enemy? From the deep sea or from the sky?" Questions popped up in Song Lin's mind one after another.

ear.

Shui Qianrou's gentle voice came, "Junior Brother Zhou, Junior Sister Xie, the one at the top is the Donglin Sword Master whose fame resounded throughout the southern sky seven thousand years ago."

"The Supreme Sword Dao took five generations to become the Supreme Sword Dao. Finally, he condensed the Supreme Sword Dao Golden Body on the top of the Sword Cliff, and then became the Supreme Dharma Image, suppressing the four directions and becoming invincible in the east."

"Come with me to pay respect to the ancestor."

"Yes."

The three of them knelt on the mat and bowed three times and kowtowed nine times to show their respect for their ancestors.

"Next, it's the Seven Sword Cliff Men from that year."

This time.

Shui Qianrou only led the two of them to bow three times, then looked at the seven tablets above and sighed, "Seven thousand years ago, a catastrophe swept across the land of Donglin. Even Donglin Fairy Cliff was almost destroyed."

"At that time, the Sword Master retreated to his own sword and fought against the enemy from the sky. The seven true disciples of Jianya went to Youquan together and were buried there. This created the legendary story of 'Donglin's sword became the last sound, and they went to Youquan together to be unparalleled in the world'."

"It was they who used their own lives to save the land of Donglin and the lives of billions of people in this world."

"It was also during that catastrophe that the former Jianya Patriarch Hall, Cangjian Pavilion and other important places were destroyed one after another, causing the inheritance to be almost cut off."

"From then on, Sword Master became the new Kaimai Patriarch."

"The Seven Sons of Jianya are the second generation of ancestors."

"The new Jianya Patriarch Hall was rebuilt by the third generation of the Revival Patriarch, Li Manqing. If it weren't for him, who devoted his entire life to this, Jianya Xuanfeng would have been removed from the list."

"But because of this, the third generation ancestor, who originally had excellent qualifications, died in the midst of hard work at the age of 520."

Donglin's sword became the last sound, and they went to Youquan together, unparalleled in the world.

Listen to this ancient story.

Song Lin and Xie Muxue remained silent, their eyes moving between the names and portraits of the Seven Sons of Jianya.

The Sword Master meets the enemy in the sky, and the seven sons go to the Deep Spring together.

The broken inheritance is a moving story.

This is indeed a breathtaking feat.

You should know that the population in Sanjiang alone is hundreds of millions.

There are thirty-six prefectures in Cangzhou, and there are countless places like Sanjiang in the east. There are dozens of outer gates and courtyards in the east of Xianya. The population is more than tens of billions.

Trillions are possible.

The result was a catastrophe.

The entire clan of the Li family, the wine immortals who had been famous for thousands of years, was wiped out, and the Donglin Xianya, which was full of immortals, was almost destroyed. It was the Jianya Xuanfeng lineage who went to Youquan and buried their bones under the spring, which saved the world.

The two couldn't help but ask themselves.

If they were born in that era, what would they do?
At this time.

Xie Muxue beside him seemed to have discovered something and asked, "Sister Shui, why is the portrait of the seventh ancestor so blurry?"

"That portrait was damaged. It was said that it was done by the three generations of ancestors."

Shui Qianrou said: "But the specific reason is unknown to future generations."

"Oh."

Xie Muxue nodded slightly.

"Senior Sister." Song Lin asked, "What kind of catastrophe was it that led to such a devastating situation? Even the Sword Master who had condensed the Supreme Golden Body... couldn't stop it?"

"I don't know. The enemy that came from the sky must be an existence that we cannot imagine. The details..." Shui Qianrou shook her head, "What happened back then is all secret, and now perhaps only the master knows it clearly."

"Ok."

Song Lin had no choice but to stop the topic.

"Let's go."

Shui Qianrou said: "After paying respects to the ancestor, we should go and choose a master."

"Yes."

Before leaving the ancestral hall, Song Lin looked back at the tablets of the Seven Sons of Jianya for the last time.

His eyes couldn't help but look a little strange.

"Why are the name and portrait of the seventh ancestor blurred?"

"Did I succeed in joining Jianya Xuanfeng back then? It seems that before I joined Jianya Xuanfeng, there were already seven disciples under the Sword Master, right?"

He had a strange feeling in his heart.

The self between the past and the present seems to exist in a vague and invisible state.

Those unknown things have actually happened.

Or do you have to wait until you experience it before it appears before your eyes?
There was a flash of confusion in Song Lin's eyes.

Can't tell.

He is finding it increasingly difficult to distinguish between the past and the present!

His condition, which had been gradually improving, seemed to have become more serious.

No.

Maybe his condition never improved.

(End of this chapter)