Jian Zun, your sword spirit is the villain!

Cangshan shut the five priests into a dark room.

Because Chu Lan let him play as he pleases, and then ordered his disciples to do a few things, he wandered around by himself, not knowing where he was going.

Hai time.

The ground shook violently, waking up the Linghua Sect disciples who were sleeping.

The disciples were like frightened birds, thinking that there was another foreign enemy attacking, they drew out their weapons under the pillow and rushed to the outer court.

Afterwards, exclamations continued to sound in the court.

"……Am I dreaming?"

"This dream is too beautiful, please pinch me quickly... Oops! Are you really pinching me?"

Li Pu'er, who was the first to rush out, had a twinge in his eyes, and recognized the source of the Tianbian Spirit Screen.

"This is... the Great Array of Protecting the Mountain!"

The mountain protection formation covering the entire Ling Huazong was reopened after being damaged for more than half a month.

Dozens of Linghua disciples were bathed in the vibrant spiritual light of the formation, and their fatigue, fear, and tension melted like ice and snow.

It will take some time for the new formation to stabilize, so it didn't purposely hide its shape.

Therefore, this is also the first time they have really seen clearly the appearance of the formation that guards the countless suns and moons of the sect.

That's a breathtaking sight.

The Great Formation spirit screen presents a pure rain-fallen sky blue color, stretching across thousands of miles, magnificent and magnificent, with complicated lines flowing in it, radiant and shining, like a clear moon under a forest, like a thousand mountains covered with snow.

Ling Huazong's mountain protection formation was built by the first great elder who opened the mountain. There are 99 sets of small formations embedded in it. They are interlocking and contain hundreds of changes. They can be attacked or defended. They are extremely mysterious and precise.

Since the day when the formation was started, it has lasted for a thousand years, and it has never stopped luck for a day.

As long as the protective formation is still there, Ling Huazong will be an iron wall, indestructible, but everything depends on pros and cons, once this formation is broken, almost no one in the comprehension world can repair it immediately.

The traitor Song Xingbei took a fancy to this point and forcibly sealed off the hub of the formation with sorcery. The spiritual energy of the formation was interrupted, and the evil energy was entangled with the spiritual thread, causing the spiritual screen to collapse.

This level of damage, even if the formation master came, it would not be clear in 80 or [-] years.

As a result, Ling Huazong's door was opened wide, and it became a piece of fat on the chopping board, which could be coveted by others.

After Elder Chu left the customs, he miraculously repaired the formation in just one night.

The disciples cheered and shed tears, hugged each other, and had been worrying for so many days, at this moment they could finally relax a little.

Li Pu'er was also full of grief and joy, and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch this gorgeous spiritual screen.

Suddenly, small bells rang with the wind.

Chu Lanyin, who fell from the sky, grabbed Li Pu'er's wrist and whispered, "Don't touch it."

Li Pu'er, who had been captured by the wrist, turned his head suddenly, and saw Lan Yin's sword spirit looked sick, and said to him face to face: "You are easy to die."

Li Pu'er: "..."

Cang Shan, a wooden puppet half a step away, explained thoughtfully: "You missed a piece of soul and haven't come back yet. Your mind and soul are unstable. If you touch this, your seven souls will throb and you will go crazy."

In the room, Li Pu'er, who was almost insane, was wearing the blanket that Elder Su gave him, holding a cup of hot tea, and lay in a chair in a daze.

This tea has been stuffed for a long time, and it is fragrant.

Li Pu'er didn't know what to eat, and drank the fourth cup in a daze.

Su Zhiya looked at him worriedly, turned his head and asked Cangshan, "How could this be? I think he talks as usual, and he doesn't look like he has lost his soul."

Not long after Cangshan came out of the dark room, he was wiping his hands with a handkerchief. He seemed to be a bit of a clean freak, and he would make a trick to wipe his hands again after wiping.

After careful cleaning, the wooden puppet also picked up the teacup, wanting to take a sip first.

After all, there were still many things to discuss, so he had to clear his throat, otherwise the wooden puppet would dry out easily due to lack of water.

Unexpectedly, just after taking a sip of tea, Chu Lanyin, who was sitting on the right hand side, asked, "Do you count as eating your own family when you drink tea?"

"Hmm." Cangshan was scalded.

He covered his mouth, opened his tongue and said, "It doesn't count, it's just eating raw plants with spiritual energy."

Chu Lanyin: "Okay." Stretching out her hand to stick the white wall of the porcelain cup, she said awkwardly, "Because there are many people who eat the same clan."

On the other end, Li Pu'er wrapped the blanket tightly, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Elder Chu, dare I ask...how long can this junior live?"

As we all know, if the soul is incomplete, it is easy to get sick and short life, and it will be extremely painful when the fire of life is about to go out.

"A dozen or so days." Chu Lan estimated optimistically, "If you take some pills, it might last another month."

Li Pu'er was in a trance, got up and said: "...Excuse me, this junior will choose a place to bury."

"What are you panicking about? It's because you are still too young and your soul is not strong." Today, Chu Lanyin seemed to be a little tired, holding the teacup with both hands, and a few words were a big turn.

"The sword spirit can support people, you just need to stay with me for ten steps, and when you find the piece of soul you lost, you can make up for it."

Su Zhiya practiced alchemy, but also mastered basic soul skills, and asked a question: "But I remember that people who lose their souls usually become stupid. Could it be that this child is a genius?"

Now Li Pu'er is in good spirits.

He looked at Chu Lanyin with piercing eyes.

Chu Lanyin: "I think too much."

Poor Li Pu'er became visibly wilted to the naked eye.

He laughed bitterly: "Elder Chu, this junior has a bad heart, why don't you discuss important matters first, and discuss the matter of this junior later."

"You are Qiao Yan's apprentice."

Chu Lanyin said without beginning or end, and said: "In one realm, you cannot have two souls of the same origin at the same time. If your other soul is still in Taihui, your body will definitely react. Besides, you are not I have been scattered since I was a child, and the three souls and seven souls are mixed, and now I am eating mud."

Cang Shan seemed to have gotten used to Lan Yin’s way of thinking about sword spirit jumping. He sorted out his logic and explained: “Under normal circumstances, little fellow Daoist, you are not only dying, but also become stupid and dull, but now you are sitting upright. Here, it means that the piece of soul you lost is no longer in the Taihui Realm."

Li Pu'er was in a daze, as if he had returned to the class of formation principle which was a headache.

"You were only attracted to your soul not long ago. The principle of soul-inducing is the 'spirit' as the medium. The human body has five elements of aura, so the soul can be summoned. But if there are other places that are also contaminated with your aura, The soul will also be confused about the priority and chase away."

And Cangshan pulled Chu Lanyin's hand off the cup wall, stroked the hot red palm with the cool wood spirit power, and said at the same time: "You are young, and you only have the master-student contract with Sect Master Qiao on your body. And the 'Barrier Realm' in the Yin Pit no longer belongs to Taihui, so we think..."

Now Li Pu'er understood.

His eyes widened, and he broke his voice: "So my master may still be alive?!"

"Yeah." Chu Lanyin nodded, "I got a clue by mistake."

The good news came so suddenly, Li Pu'er bent down suddenly.

He buried his face in the long wool blanket, his shoulders shrugged up and down, like a little animal cub who had been greatly wronged, afraid of being laughed at, but couldn't help whimpering.

"...this kid."

I have died once, I will die once, and I have never seen him cry like this.

When Elder Su stood up, he bowed to Chulan because of the two of them.

Chu Lan withdrew more than ten inches away with the chair, Cang Shan also retreated half a step, stepped forward to support Elder Su's arm, and said, "It doesn't have to be like this."

Su Zhiya choked with sobs: "How can Ling Huazong He De..."

Chu Lanyin interrupted him suddenly and said, "It's really nothing."

He sat in the wooden chair, looked down at the pair of human hands in front of him, and said: "Back then, Xiaoyanzi and the others treated me very well."

Ling Huazong is the sword sect.

Taking him in back then was already an exception.

Lan Yin's sword is famous for its fierceness, and its sword spirit is even more powerful than ever before. The monks all pursue the precision of weapons, but the prerequisite is that the weapons are sufficiently controllable.

After Xie Cangshan died, Lan Yinjian had no owner.

Without the restraint of the military master deed, if he becomes aggressive, all the swords in the Jianzong will be his subjects.

Ling Huazong took a risk in taking Chu Lanyin in.

In front of the Demon Sealing Tower of the Immortal Dao League, the suzerain Qiao Yan exhausted the gentleness he had cultivated for a hundred years in order to take away the Lan Yin sword.

At that time, Chu Lan, who was trapped in the spirit cage, heard Qiao Yan yelling at his fellow clansmen in his broken voice, and he would yell at each other.

"Go to your mother's heaven, if heaven really doesn't allow them, why make him out!"

"When a person dies, you don't blame the murderer, but a sword. What kind of laws and laws do you need? What's the use of this Immortal Dao League? You need to demolish and build the hut as soon as possible!"

He was so anxious that he dared to say anything.

Qiao Yan, who was half-stepping Mahayana, seemed to have turned back into the country boy who followed behind Xie Cangshan, saying "Sword Master, I can endure hardship!"

In the end, Sect Master Qiao rushed directly in front of him, chopped off the mysterious iron pillar engraved with the lock spirit pattern with his fleshy palm, and carried Lan Yin's sword spirit out of the cage.

Qiao Yan's eyes turned red, and he cursed: "Damn it, Xie Jianzun has worked so hard for Taihui, but his sword has been wronged like this."

Then he roared angrily: "Don't you always laugh at our sword cultivator for taking Jian as his wife? Today I will tell you—that's right!"

"Xie Jianzun didn't marry a wife, Lan Yinjian is his wife!"

"This is the widow of the most powerful sword master in Taihui. After the sword master dies, you will rob his wife. Haha, this is the style of the Immortal Dao League."

"Ling Huazong is the hometown built by Xie Jianzong, and it is also the hometown of Lanyin Sword Spirit. This old man will take our sword master's daughter-in-law back. Who dares to stop me?!"

"From now on, when Lan goes out because of the sword spirit, there will be Elder Dujie from Ling Huazong to lead the way. He is our Supreme Elder of Ling Hua Zong. Any turtle grandson who dares to touch him is against Ling Hua Zong!"

To this day, when Chu Lanyin thinks of that scene, there will be a bit of irony in her heartless chest.

Sword Spirit asked: The world is so big, why do we call it home?

Xie Cangshan said: If there is no one, we can build one, and we can build a home.

Qiao Yan raised his hand: Take me with you!

A poor swordsman, a notorious sword, and a dark-skinned lame boy whose worth is no more than [-] yuan, established a sect on the spot at the foot of a barren mountain.

They asked the illiterate sword spirit to point out the words "Ling, Hua".

Xie Cangshan sometimes said something that he didn't understand, he was dressed in coarse kudzu clothes, and said with a smile: "Okay, it seems like a protagonist."

For the important event of the opening of the sect, it is necessary to ask the world.

The sword master who had no taboos broke the yarrow and threw the copper coins, saying that it was all auspicious, so why bother.

"After our Ling Huazong, we must be safe every year, and the halo of the protagonist!"

"The protagonist's halo!" Qiao Yan shouted.

Later, because Sword Spirit had too much time, Lan pondered over the meaning of this word alone.

After pondering and pondering, he finally understood.

The sword master, Xie Cangshan, did not get this ring.

Ling Huazong is not safe every year now.

"Lan Yin?" Seeing him distracted, Cang Shan frowned slightly, but he didn't blame him. He asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter with your spirit body?"

The sword spirit doesn't get tired easily, but since Chu Lanyin summoned the wooden puppet, he can't keep up his spirits.

In addition to still stubbornly not wanting to lie down, Sword Spirit seems to be able to sit now but doesn't want to stand.

The spirit will become weaker after being away from the body for too long, but because Chu Lan has a piece of Xie Cangshan's innate sword bone, although she is not as strong as before, she will not be in danger of being distracted like other spirits.

Chu Lan returned to her senses and said to him: "I am old, unlike you young people who are full of energy every day. There are also little twigs, don't read it, I have a headache for the old sword spirit."

Su Zhiya and Li Pu'er looked at each other: I am still young?

Li Pu'er with swollen eyes from crying: Ang.

Little Twig Cangshan: ...

"Okay, go and see how they've arranged it." Chu Lanyin tapped on the handrail with her fingers, "The obituary, the mourning hall, and the white banner must be done as soon as possible."

Because Li Pu'er lost his soul, he didn't receive this task just now, and he hasn't figured out the situation yet.

He made a voice that couldn't catch up: "Huh?"

Chu Lanyin narrowed her eyes and said, "Should we go to the Immortal Dao League? Since we don't have the time to fight the demons, let them come to Ling Huazong to kowtow."

Su Zhiya worried: "But if we still send a few enshrinements, what should we do?"

"Gu Shengyang will definitely come."

Because of Chu Lan's casual tone, it seemed that what she wanted to invite was not the honorable leader of the Immortal League, but a craftsman who repaired houses, the kind who would come if he gave money.

"just in case……"

Chu Lanyin: "If he doesn't come, his sword will shave chicken feathers here."

After hearing this, Cangshan understood, paced into the courtyard, and looked up at the sky.

Li Pu'er followed out, stretching his neck to look at the sky.

The sky was clear and there were not even a single bird.

"Friend Mu, what are you looking at?" Li Pu'er asked.

Cangshan said: "Baichuan sword."

Baichuan, a peerless sword that has been passed down for thousands of years in the Immortal League, symbolizes supreme authority and powerful strength.

In ancient times, wherever the sword of Baichuan went, it was as if the lord of the alliance had come in person.

Li Pu'er looked at it for a long time but couldn't understand it. When he was puzzled, a dark shadow appeared at the end of his vision.

The black shadow became bigger and bigger, falling faster and faster.

Billowing air waves rushed towards the face, covering the roof with coercion. In a blink of an eye, Li Pu'er on the ground was overwhelmed by the spiritual coercion coming from the zenith.

"Get out of the way." Cang Shan gave Li Pu'er a hand and pulled him back, "Don't be crushed by the rock."

As soon as the voice fell, the black shadow was close in front of his eyes.

boom--!

The flowers and trees trembled, bricks and rocks flew randomly, and a deep pit with a diameter of three meters was smashed out in the middle of the courtyard.

An epee with a black body, five feet long and forty catties in weight stood in the pit.This sword is imposing and majestic, and the word "Baichuan" is deeply embedded in the spine.

A gentleman's capacity is not extreme, and his chest swallows hundreds of rivers. *

The black light on the sword flickered, and a phantom appeared, and the sound of the bell trembled violently.

A burly black-clothed sword spirit stood at the bottom of the pit, shirtless, his chest muscles were bulging, and he was extremely ferocious.

With his hips on his hips, he shouted out of the pit: "Which little king is this Bazi? I am dozing off. Since you bumped into me, don't blame me for calling you Zuzu!"

Chu Lan in the room stood up slowly because of this, and Shi Shiran walked to the edge of the pit.

He folded his arms and said, "It's me."

Baichuan Sword Spirit knelt down with a "plop".

"Fuck! Boss, why is it you?!"

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* A gentleman is not very capable, and his chest swallows hundreds of rivers. "A Gift to Zhang Duan Gong" Meng Jiao

[List of identities of characters not listed in the main supporting column]

Su Zhiya: Elder Ling Huazong, Danxiu, social phobia, daily life: I just want to be alone with QAQ.

Mu Xin: Disciple of Linghua Sect, sword cultivator, a reserve soldier in Liushan, became a master sister overnight, and will lead the sect to become rich No. 1 in the future.

Xu Zimin: The Tianque Sect is in charge, he is dead, it doesn't matter.

Xu Mei: Disciple of Tianque Sect, son of Xu Zimin, he will die, it doesn't matter.

Du Ping: Enshrined by the Immortal Dao League, ibid.

Gu Shengyang: The leader of the Immortal Alliance, he is sick.

Song Xingbei: Zhenxiu, the former elder of Linghuazong, who rebelled against the sect, is now the guest minister of Xuanlinzong, the guest minister of Xiandaomeng, the No. [-] troublemaker.

Simeiren: Before taking shape, the original Du Ping with a sword was thrown away, and my mother stopped serving her. The ideal is to castrate the sword master Du.

Baichuan: Transforming sword spirit, the leader of the Immortal Alliance has inherited the thousand-year-old epee, and is at the forefront of CP, but every time it is either rebellious or unofficial, and he has not eaten food at a very old age.