Chapter 386

The tenth floor of the treasure hall, because it is too far away, has become a legend in the eyes of the sects of the Daqin Empire.

Legend has it that no one is not curious, and no one is not expecting.

And Lin Yun in front of him reached the top ten floors and created a legend, and they witnessed the legend.

Facing the eyes of everyone, Lin Yun pondered for a while before saying, "On the tenth floor, there is nothing, no legends, no treasures, only a dream."

"A dream?"

Everyone in the camp looked a little surprised, looked at each other, all seemed a little puzzled, and whispered.

Lin Yun did not wait for everyone to ask each other, and told the truth about his experience in the Black Lotus Palace and what he saw and heard on the tenth floor of the Palace.

After he finished speaking, all the sword pavilions in the camp fell silent.

If Lin Yun is telling the truth, the tenth floor of the treasure hall is indeed empty, only a dream left by the man back then.

He has already died, but his sword is still silently guarding the inheritance left by his ancestors.

As he said, the glory lasts forever.

"Except for the people in my sword pavilion, it is difficult for outsiders to accept it. There is no treasure on the tenth floor of the palace."

The sword-wielding elder smiled wistfully and sighed softly.

The sword pavilion is based on swords, and both are swordsmen. They sympathize with each other. Even if life and death are separated, they can empathize with the distant past.

Luo Feng sneered: "This Demon Flame Sect and several other sects, I am afraid that most of the reasons are because of the unwarranted treasures on the tenth floor, so they moved my sword pavilion."

"Hmph, this group of people is also to blame, and today's incident can be regarded as a lesson for them."

The sword-wielding elder was expressionless and said coldly.

Referring to this matter, Lin Yun was still a little guilty, and said, "The disciple is still a little reckless, causing trouble to the sword pavilion..."

It's just that before he finished speaking, the sword-wielding elder and the other elders all showed a smile. When he was puzzled, Luo Feng smiled and said: "Lin Yun, you probably still don't know the style of the sword pavilion. The Lingxiao sword pavilion works in the Great Qin Empire and seldom retreats. The ancestor sword has no name and has a lesson. Jian Lizong takes the sword as a human being, preferring to bend rather than bend, rather to die than to yield.

Even if it inevitably declines, it will not perish, understand? "

Lin Yun was stunned for one, and was greatly touched. He established a sect with a sword and a person with a sword. The elder who held the sword continued: "Even if it's not you today, if it is another disciple, the sword pavilion will protect him as well. If he retires today, how will the sword pavilion stand in the empire in the future. For so many years, the Hunyuan Sect has never forgotten it and regained it. The mountain gate, destroy my inheritance. Several times it was at stake, but I didn't let it go

To succeed, my High Heaven Sword Pavilion relies on this qi. "

"Understood."

Lin Yun nodded, not saying much.

"Well, let's do it first. But the treasure you handed in today is too important. How to reward it, I can't make a decision until I return to the sect and ask Protector Mei for advice."

The sword-wielding elder pondered: "Don't worry, the sect will definitely not let you suffer."

"Don't worry, the disciple will go down first."

Seeing Lin Yun's leaving figure, the sword-wielding elder showed a relieved look on his face, this Lin Yun's character is indeed good.

It is no wonder that Protector Mei and the pavilion master can take a fancy to at the same time, so many treasures are taken out as soon as they are said.

I'm afraid that there is also a point, and the return of the Zongmen's comprehensive grace for protecting him is in it, a group of people are not desperate.

The elders present all had expressions of emotion. If they were replaced by them, they might not have the same determination as Lin Yun.

With so many treasures, who dares to say that he has not moved at all?

In the deserted wasteland, the other sects have all left.

But High Heaven Sword Pavilion definitely couldn't leave. With so many casualties, he had to rest for a day.

If possible, take as long as possible to rest.

But obviously you can't stay here for a long time, you can only return to the sect after a day's rest, so as not to have too many dreams at night.

It was quiet at night, and the violent snowstorm during the day had stopped for a long time.

This snow comes and goes quickly.

In his own tent, Lin Yun sat cross-legged and healed with True Yuan.

The ferocious blade on the chest is actually not that deadly. What is really deadly is the sword intent implied in the wound.

In the meaning of this sword, the true essence of the masters of the Purple Palace Realm is mixed, which is very indelible.

There is something in it, Lin Yun is in the Xuanwu realm, and his incomprehensible will is entangled in it, and he can't compete with his true essence.

Fortunately, the sword-wielding elder expelled the sword intent for him, otherwise it would be very difficult for him.

The terrifying wound at the moment, with Lin Yun's physical body, can recover within three days. It's just that in this battle, the overdraft is too severe, and it will take some time to get back to the top.

Outside the tent, footsteps were heard.

Lin Yun opened his eyes, but it was Wang Zheng and Tang Tong, several senior brothers, who came to care about his injury.

They are all from the same family, and they are acquainted with him, so there is no reason not to come to visit.

After learning that Lin Yun's injury was not serious, several people relaxed and chatted casually.

After chatting and chatting, we talked about the battle in the daytime.

Five bloody battles, Tang Tong and others have been in the sect for so long, and they have never experienced such a huge scene.

Fortunately, it finally came through.

Looking back, Lin Yun, including Lin Yun, was actually fighting with the heart of mortal death.

Talking about Liu Yue's appearance, several people were also quite emotional, this Liu Yue is not too bad after all.

Lin Yun thought for a while, he had a deep grudge with her, and the other party didn't really use Shenceying to suppress him.

It means that he is not really a vicious person.

Otherwise, with her status, it would not be difficult to instigate the top management of Shence Camp to do something to herself.

"What are you talking about, so happy."

Xinyan opened the tent's curtain and walked in with a smile. Several people quickly got up.

"Senior sister, let's talk about Liu Yue again. Why do you pull the sword pavilion at the critical moment?"

Wang Zheng is quite sincere, and said carelessly.

Tang Tong smiled wryly, secretly thinking in his heart that it would be worse.

Sure enough, she saw Xinyan smiling and said: "It's not because our little junior brother is so charming, the hero saves the beauty, and the beauty is in love. Girls, who wouldn't be so careful, besides our little junior brother, there are indeed quite a few. Charm."

Lin Yun laughed dumbly and said nothing.

Knowing that Senior Sister and Liu Yue have a lot of old grudges, they won't let them go easily.

"Okay, let's all go down, I'll wrap the wound for the little junior brother."

Xin Yan's eyes rolled and she laughed softly, she could see that she didn't care too much about Liu Yue.

"it is good."

Several people were relieved, especially Wang Zheng, who even blinked at Lin Yun to express his apology.

Soon, only Lin Yun and Xinyan were left in the tent, and they were alone.

"You take it off yourself, or I'll take it off."

Xinyan winked at her, the water waves flowed, her soul captured her soul, and she smiled.

Lin Yun knew that Senior Sister was teasing him again, and said with a smile, "I'll do it myself."

Not being pretentious at the moment, he took off his shirt, revealing his half-body full of new injuries.

In addition to the ferocious wound on his chest, which was almost bone-deep, there were many large and small scars left by his fights with other people.

Many of them were still bloodstained and not scarred.

On Xinyan's charming face, the smile converged, she spread out her hand, and a drop of light flickering appeared in the palm of her hand. This is the water of Taiyin, the martial spirit of Senior Sister Xinyan, which has a miraculous effect on healing.

Don't use it indiscriminately, once used, it will take a long time to recover.

Without further ado, Xin Yan first washed Lin Yun's large and small wounds with yin water.

Then, he took out the gauze soaked in spiritual fluid, and carefully wrapped it up for Lin Yun, looking serious and meticulous.

Speaking of which, Xin Yan is also known as High Heaven Sword Pavilion, the number one beauty.

She is charming and graceful, and even if she doesn't say a word, she has great charm. A little lack of concentration can make it difficult to maintain, and make people want to think about it.

But at the moment, she is busy in front and behind, exhaling like silk, and the fragrance is in the nose.

Lin Yun didn't have many distractions in his heart, and he was ruthless. It wasn't that he was a saint.

It's just that he can clearly feel that Sister Xinyan's relationship with him before is not a lover, but a relative, similar to a sibling but deeper than a sibling.

He cherishes this friendship very much, and if he can allow it, he hopes to keep it forever.

"Sister Xinyan, I originally planned to give that ancient treasure to you. But seeing my brother, I gave it to him on the spot."

The silence of the two was somewhat embarrassing, and Lin Yun raised the topic.

Xinyan smiled casually: "Haha, the same thing, his sword will protect me anyway, sister doesn't feel bad."

"However, when I see Senior Brother, he doesn't seem to be very happy. Does he have another treasure?"

"Hehe, pretending. In front of you, I must be a little bit like a senior brother. On the way I came, I saw him dancing the sword. After seeing me, I quickly hid. I didn't care at the time, but now I hear you talking about my plan. Give it to me, I'm afraid I'll snatch it from him."

Xinyan smiled and said, "Don't look at my brother's seriousness, in fact, he has a lot of heart. Can I fight him? Do you think I am that kind of person?"

Lin Yun smiled, "Of course not."

"I think so too, but you still have to give me one in the future, otherwise I might actually grab it one day."

"to make."

"It's not fun to promise too fast."

Xinyan covered her mouth and smiled, then stretched out her green jade fingers, a little between Lin Yun's eyebrows.

A soft smile appeared on his face: "Okay, little guy, you should have a good sleep first."

Without waiting for Lin Yun's reaction, a soft light bloomed on Xinyan's body, and a warm feeling poured into Lin Yun's body along the fingertips of Senior Sister.

All of a sudden, the wounds all over his body that were painful when he moved, all stopped.

The body relaxed like never before, sleepiness came from all directions, and the appearance of Senior Sister shrouded in light gradually blurred.

Lin Yun closed his eyes and slowly fell down.

Xinyan retracted her fingers, the light on her body dissipated, her face paled slightly, and she looked at Lin Yun who was sleeping.

His expression returned to his usual cold appearance, and he covered the quilt for him, condensing the sleeping face for a long time. After confirming that he really fell asleep, he left slowly.