Chapter 843

Sure enough, Yilin guessed right.

Yilin listened half way, consciously heard almost, and took advantage of the night to leave quietly in the middle of the lecture.

Passing by the mission garden, Yilin felt that there was an air flow in it, circling in the air, like an angry dragon, which was very terrible.

This situation is like a ram sitting in the yard, staring at Yilin and saying: come here!

Yilin is speechless. There are only two bottles of purple bamboo wine left in the stock of Gongyang Er Lao. There's no need to touch them at this time... Talk about it next time, even this time.

……

In fact, Yilin doesn't care whether Jiannanchun sleeps or not.

But taking advantage of this opportunity, Yilin plans to go down the mountain and return to qingniu village to see how her parents are doing.

If he can, he even wants to take his parents to Xianshan for the elderly.

The climate here is pleasant and full of vitality. Even ordinary people can live a long life without practicing and pestling.

During the day, he was a studious registered disciple and the group pet of all elders in the legend - Lin Yi.

At night, he went deep into the pivot and tirelessly carried out a huge project called "building the throne" above the spiritual sea.

Although the progress of this huge project is slow, it has begun to take shape.

Under the guidance of green, Erin really tossed that thing out.

Only in the spiritual world, green sniffed at the excitement of Yilin and rolled out a middle finger with his wings to show his disdain.

"You're such a rag. I dare to let it out. I sneezed when I woke up... You're far from it."

Yilin wanted to say "go away".

How can the knowledge of man and bat be generalized?

In this regard, Yilin has reservations and does not comment.

……

The days are boring but full.

Since Jiannanchun was promoted that day,

Yilin never ran into elder martial brother Jian on the road again.

Maybe it's because fate hasn't come, or maybe Yilin is too busy and Jiannanchun didn't catch people.

Half a year, for friars, may really be fleeting in the blink of an eye.

Soon.

It's the twelfth month agreed with Jiannanchun.

Yilin took advantage of the sword casting elder's going out that day, spent some inferior spirit stones that registered disciples can get every month, rented a refining stove, shouted with both palms, poured weak spirit into the array on the stove and opened the stove skillfully.

Yilin's savvy is very high. After blowing up several furnaces because of bad luck, Yilin finally succeeded in refining an ordinary magic weapon.

This made Hua Wuyu, the sword casting elder who hurried back from the outside after receiving the news, breathe a sigh of relief. At the same time, he praised Yilin severely, and said that the registered disciple Lin Yi had fully understood the essence of weapon refining and could graduate without coming back.

"Please don't come again!", Flower without fish probably means that.

He seemed frightened.

The elder of casting sword, Hua Wuyu, has served as the elder of casting sword mountain for 36 years. He has never seen such a disciple who can explode.

I don't know what Chenbei likes about him.

Fortunately, the disciple is a registered disciple. He doesn't just think about his casting sword mountain. He will leave one day. The elder casting sword often thinks of this place, but he tolerates it repeatedly and doesn't attack.

Yilin just hid the dozens of "advanced remote-controlled grenades" refined, rode Xiaoqing around the Fairy Island, and thought about which Mountain Gate to visit next. Unexpectedly, he was blocked by Chenbei on the road.

Look, this clearly shows the gap between Chenbei and Jiannanchun.

At the same time, Jiannanchun bitter forest has been blocked for a long time, but Chenbei has been blocked all of a sudden.

"Come with me."

Chenbei didn't say much. Riding a crane, he took Yilin directly to Wenjian mountain.

Ask Jianshan. There are sword tombs. The sword tombs are filled with flying swords, some intact and some broken.

Yilin knows this place. He often comes.

This is the place where the inner disciple found his own flying sword.

But why is it not called "seeking Jianshan", "seeking Jianshan", "taking Jianshan" and "robbing Jianshan", but it uses the word "ask"?

Among them, it is said to be very learned.

When they were ready to land.

Yi Lin stared at Chen Bei's bent back and pale hair and couldn't help feeling.

"I said Lao Chen, what's the big day today? Do you finally stop pretending to have a showdown?"

“……”

Chenbei just stepped down from the crane with one leg. Hearing this, he almost didn't stand firm and stumbled on the crane's wings. Chen Bei held back for a while. He knew Yi Lin well. He knew that he couldn't spell Lin Yi, so he could only spit out a word silently: "... Get out."

He took a few steps, and Yilin pointed to another path: "Lao Chen, the way up the mountain should be this way."

“……”

It's no wonder Chenbei has been in the factotum class for 60 years, and the times have changed.

Chen Bei didn't deliberately send out spiritual scanning. Maybe these years have made him lose this habit.

They came to the mountainside.

Qingshi path, the entrance of sword tomb, Nie Shanhe has been waiting here.

"Shi Shuzu."

"Poof."

Yilin was almost choked by saliva when he heard what Nie Shanhe called Chenbei.

Later, although he had already guessed that Chenbei had a position in the Tianjian gate, it was at most the level of elder. He didn't think about the headmaster, because Jiannanchun had already told Yilin about the elders in the sect. Jiannanchun clearly told Yilin that the current headmaster is female and doesn't accept male disciples.

Chen Bei played role-playing in the factotum class and pretended to be a factotum for 60 years, but he didn't look like a woman.

Nie Shanhe is already an "elder" in the sect. Under the leader, the elders are at the same level.

Yilin's face was a little more surprised. He looked at Chenbei without scruples and asked directly, "Lao Chen, who are you?"

"Hey, I'm the leader now..."

“？”

"... my senior brother!"

Yilin was stunned: "what about the position?"

"Hum, do you think I Chenbei will care about that position?"

Yilin suddenly realized and blurted out: "it's old by generations!"

“……”

Nie Shanhe suddenly had an impulse to stab this Liao to death.

His tenacious sword heart, which has been tempered for a hundred years, fluctuated.

"Hoo..."

Nie Shanhe breathed a sigh of relief, his face was calm, like a mirror like a lake. He closed his eyes and opened them, looked at Yi Lin and whispered, "shishuzu was recognized as the first genius in the door, and no one can be better than him."

The implication is that Chenbei is not relying on his high seniority, but a real cow.

"Hey, it's old. It's old now." Chen Bei waved his hand and smiled, but Nie Shanhe's words still made him feel comfortable: "Xiao Lin, you're going down the mountain in a few days. Although you're in array, alchemy, device refining, divination and animal training..." after talking for a while, Chen Bei felt a little more enumerated and felt a little depressed. He paused for a moment and continued: "Cough... And many other disciples have talents, but their cultivation is shallow. Once they meet a demon disciple with advanced cultivation or a cruel demon, they are likely to die."

"So, in the face of three pots of purple bamboo wine, Lao Chen, I'll give you a chance. As for what sword you can ask, it all depends on your understanding and nature."

"There are five pots altogether." Yilin stretched out a slap to correct Chenbei's mistakes and omissions in mathematics. After thinking about it, he said, "I didn't have the identity of an inner disciple, so I got my life flying sword. Will others have any opinion when they know?"

"Who dares to have an opinion?" Chen Bei's nostrils relaxed and exhaled two words of confidence: "besides, if the river doesn't say, I don't say, if you don't say, who knows? Alas, Lala, don't grind your haw and hurry in! You only have ten days of Kung Fu. Once the time comes, whether you find your own flying sword or not, you must leave the sword tomb and can't stay. Many inner disciples are waiting in line!"

Upon hearing this, Yi Lin was stunned: "ten days?" He stared at the dark door hole made of stone bricks like a tomb. There was no "sword tomb" in it. Yilin was a little uncertain and asked again: "are you sure... It will take ten days?"