Jianling

As Xiao Tongbei said, the first thing Feng Lin did when she rushed to the sword test meeting was to meet Cheng Zi. Meng Xing had already shown his face at the sword test meeting, and Ming Ding Jian was famous. Of course Cheng Zijian knew him He is no longer the disciple of Blood Guanyin.Fortunately, Baopuzi and Xueguanyin are brothers and sisters of the same school, so Meng Xing can defend Xueguanyin with a few words.

At this moment, he was sitting in Cheng Zijian's room, holding a cup of clear tea, smirking unabashedly.

"I don't quite understand what's going on with you young people." Cheng Zi saw that his eyes were narrowed, full of calculations. Feng Lin smiled and lowered her head, pretending to be humble and waited for him to finish. "I just want to ask, are you sure?" Recruiting the Drunken Sword?"

"No." Feng Lin was very blunt, "As a subject of Dawan, Feng has to speak out. Ameng's character is just like his master's, he prefers to be outside the world, and doesn't like things in the temple."

"That's what you said about Mr. Zhanchun back then."

Feng Lin frowned slightly, the smile on her lips disappeared visibly, and even her voice became a bit colder: "Couldn't it be that Senior Cheng plotted against Feng for the matter of Yan's return to life?"

"The old man has also killed Su Lingge as compensation." Cheng Zi saw that his face was not good, but he didn't take it to heart. Although Feng Lin's son became famous at a young age, he was still just a poisonous snake with a dark back. Before, it was not enough for him to take it seriously, "The old man is old, but he doesn't want to be counted by the juniors, so I can only make a random guess... You were also recruited into the pagoda, why did you count Su Lingge? Because he and Ming Dingjian The quarrel is deep, and you want to use bitter tricks to make Ming Dingjian trust you more, so you lured Su Lingge, and you didn't want him to leave Wutong Town alive. Is that right?"

"More than that." Feng Lin understood that the old fox in front of her was an old fox, and he would not believe in herself if she didn't show sincerity, so she chuckled, "He should have died peacefully, and Ameng wouldn't find him."

"You need Drunken Sword to do things for you, but you can't let him do things for Futu." Cheng Zijian sneered, "Mr. Zhanchun is loyal to you alone, but you still dare to covet Drunken Sword. Are you afraid of eating too much to kill yourself?"

"Wrong." Feng Lin raised her eyes, her eyes were cold, "Senior Cheng, you are indeed old."

Cheng Zi saw that the color turned sharp, but saw the Changli sword suddenly come out of its sheath, blocking the white sword that hadn't moved in time. Cheng Zi saw that Feng Lin was secretly surprised that Feng Lin's martial arts had improved so much, but saw Feng Lin's complexion was unkind, and her voice was cold: "The world In the top ten, there should not be too few people who have been recruited, but you and I are only in the Buddha, isn’t His Majesty’s intentions obvious enough? Senior Cheng, you are named as an elder, but you are not afraid of you. You rely on the Buddha to hunt down Blood Avalokitesvara, I rely on the Buddha to protect the Drunken Sword, what is the conflict? I hope you can understand that you are not cooperating with the royal family, not the one on the dragon chair—it is me.”

"...Hmph." Cheng Zijian shot him a hard look, but his aura had weakened a lot, "Maintaining the Drunken Sword? I'm afraid he wants to swallow the Jianling Sword Art alone!"

"I don't interfere with your prejudices. You don't have to interfere with my actions."

"So where is the Blood Guanyin?"

"Did I ask you to protect Ameng?"

Seeing that he was choking on him, Cheng Zi couldn't speak for a moment, then saw Feng Lin raised her eyelids, and smiled coldly: "But I still want to thank you, senior, otherwise I wouldn't have known that Ameng knew so much about Buddha. Be more careful."

"...Have you received the imperial edict? This sword trial..."

Feng Lin didn't want to talk nonsense with the old man anymore, so she responded lazily, smoothed her sleeves slowly, put away her sword and turned around to leave, and said: "This junior has already made his choice, senior can watch the show with peace of mind."

As soon as he walked out of the room, he saw two figures standing under a green tree, Yan Huansheng still smiled lightly, and Shi Lian beside him folded his hands together and uttered the Buddha's name. This monk looks like a thrush, Born with a smiling face, he has a gentleness of his own.

"My lord." Seeing him coming out, Yan Huansheng took half a step first and turned slightly sideways.

"Don't call me that outside." Feng Lin didn't look sideways, but nodded to Shi Lian, "Master Zen has been waiting for a long time."

Shi Lian bowed to him: "Amitabha, not long. Feng Shaoxia, please come with this little monk."

Yan Huansheng had a smile on his face, and was not annoyed by Feng Lin's face, he followed the two of them step by step, until he passed through the courtyard and was about to enter the door of Shilian's room, Feng Lin finally turned his face impatiently, frowning Said: "What are you still doing?"

Yan Huansheng lifted his lips and smiled: "Lin'er hasn't given this month's antidote yet."

Feng Lin's eyebrows were stern, and she casually threw him a pill, and stretched out her hand to gently help Shi Lian: "Let's go."

The wooden door was closed in front of Yan Huansheng's eyes, Yan Huansheng still had a smile on his lips, the pill lingered on his lips for a long time, and it was only after the remaining warmth from Feng Lin's fingertips disappeared that they were crushed by the opening and closing of his teeth Grind and swallow.He turned around slowly, and sat cross-legged on the spot holding the Tongmuqin.

In fact, he has long been used to such alienation and waiting.

"You are too rude to Mr. Zhanchun." Shi Lian's ear is so good that he heard the movement outside the door. He seemed to just mention it casually, and didn't expect to say it into Feng Lin's heart. "He is very loyal."

"The medicine you gave is good."

Shi Lian shook her head, and said lightly: "Everyone in the Futu sect uses this medicine, and you and Sword Master Bai are the same. I have never seen that you two are as loyal as Lord Zhanchun."

Feng Lin paused, took out a book from her arms, and said, "Let's talk about Jianling."

"Feng Shaoxia, Yan Huansheng doesn't owe you anything."

Feng Lin's hand that was about to turn over the pages of the book suddenly exerted force and almost tore off a page. Shi Lian remained expressionless and just looked at him quietly. After a while, Feng Lin became calm as usual, and slowly opened the book: "This is I just compared with Mr. Qing Zhengdao about the introductory heart formula of the Pichenjian."

"You are very capable, and the Bichen Sword has never been passed on."

Feng Lin just responded perfunctorily, and then asked: "Baopuzi was born in the Pichen sect, so there must be traces of the Jianling sword formula in the Pichen sword. It's too long ago, according to the Chan Master's opinion, how can I force Ameng to use the spirit of appreciation?"

"What does Feng Shaoxia think of Drunken Sword's martial arts?"

"I once took the opportunity to confront Ameng a few times. His martial arts are much stronger now than they were back then, and he is also more proficient in using drunken swordsmanship. I am afraid that he has almost perfected his skills. If he wants to force him to lose his composure, the only way to do it before Three are possible."

"Hasn't Bi Wuxian always had this plan?"

Feng Lin's eyes sharpened, and her voice suddenly became much colder: "I don't allow him to have his life in danger."

Shi Lian was not Cheng Zijian, and would not be frightened by his change of face, so he said calmly: "Amitabha. On the first day of the sword test meeting, Ding Ding Jian had already revealed his identity to the world, and he had also made an appointment with Bi Wu Wu Wu .”

"..."

But Shi Lian didn't wait for his reaction, and continued: "No matter what method you have come up with to protect the drunken sword, I have already obtained the method of how to see Jianling in this world. Therefore, I must confirm it with you again. The meaning of the Holy One."

"——The Jianling Sword Art is obtained by you, can it really stabilize the world?"

"Yes. Please rest assured, Your Majesty and the Zen Master. Fengmou will get Jianling, and Futu will get Fengmou."

"However, why can't Futu directly recruit An Mingding Sword, instead of going through all this trouble?"

"He has no ambition." Feng Lin raised his eyes, his expression was calm, he didn't see the panic when he heard Meng Xing's identity was exposed just now, he even smiled, his eyes were extremely firm, "But Feng is not lacking in ambition."

Shi Lian clasped her hands together and made a Buddhist salute to him: "Since that's the case, Your Majesty will help you."

After Song Chengqing's battle, Chong Xuan's ranking has entered the top [-], and everyone has only one right to lose. Song Chengqing has been defeated by Shi Lian and him, and has no chance to enter the top [-].But Shen Zhongxuan didn't have the heart to worry about Song Chengqing, he seemed to be in a fight with the four great sects, no one else could meet one of the four great sects after the sword test, and his next match would be a junior from the Feng family.

In the first match Guangyuan, in the second match a young disciple of the Huanxi Sect, in the third match Song Chengqing, and in the fourth match he was assigned to the Feng family, which is not bad luck.Meng Xing couldn't stop laughing, luckily Pichenmen didn't allow disciples to participate in the sword test meeting, otherwise Chongxuan would have beaten all five of them.

Those who can enter the top 80 will naturally no longer be mediocre. Shen Zhongxuan has won Guangyuan and Song Chengqing one after another. Now his reputation is not low, and he is ranked No. [-]. The opponents will naturally only be the top One hundred places.

In the fourth scene, the collateral branch of the Feng family, Feng Xuan.

What was even more fortunate was that Song Zhubo, who commented heavily on Xuan's opportunism, held the battle this time.

Feng Xuan is even worse than Feng Qiong, although Feng Xuan heard that his opponent is Chong Xuan, and has tried his best to check all his information, but he still loses to Shen Chong Xuan with strange sword skills and deep internal strength. Fortunately, Shen Chongxuan Extremely good at being a man, Feng Xuan still loses with dignity.

However, when he took back the Zhebi and stepped down from the stage, Song Zhubo looked at him, his eyes as dark as the night were as deep as autumn pools, Shen Shenxuan shuddered inexplicably, and smiled cautiously: "Senior Song?"

Song Zhubo silently withdrew his eyes, as if he was interrupted by some dissatisfaction, and added a few strokes next to the list.

So next to "opportunistic", there is an extra line of "impatient".

Chong Xuan: "..."

He wondered if Song Zhubo couldn't say good things, and treated the juniors so meanly and indifferently, but he heard Cen Mu whispering in his ear: "Oh, I can see the annotation he wrote to Feng Xuan, which is 'smart and quick-witted'. "

Shen Zhongxuan had nothing to say, and flew into Meng Xing's warm embrace with a smile on his face. Song Zhubo and cold water all flew away to the Nine Heavens.

But Song Zhubo obviously refused to fly.

Shen Zhongxuan opened the lottery in front of him, took a deep breath, and counted the number of games in the day, almost fainting.

Zhong Xuan's fifth game, opponent Shi Lian.

The people in the battle, the cold water kills Song Zhubo.

Cen Mu sighed in admiration: "Brother Shen, he really appreciates you."

Chong Xuan: "Haha."

The author has something to say: Yuan Yuan: Haha.

Cen Mu: Look how happy this kid is smiling.