Chapter 842 Asking the Sword

Outside the sword mound.

Chen Bei and Nie Shanhe waited quietly.

The two waited for a while, knowing that Lin Yi would not come out so soon and had nothing to do, so they started chatting.

Chen Bei looked at Nie Shanhe's white hair at the temples, and couldn't help sighing with emotion: "You were a child back then, but in a blink of an eye, you have become an elder of Wenjian Mountain."

"Master, you still have the same demeanor." Nie Shanhe sighed softly: "It's just Master, I don't have the chance to see you again."

Nie Shanhe said that his master was the previous elder of Wenjian Mountain.

The last elder of Wenjian Mountain lived for 370 years.

In the end, it couldn't resist the passage of time, and passed away in a sad way.

"It's okay, I'm about to go down and drink with him."

Chen Bei smiled.

Nie Shanhe remained silent.

Every monk is seeking longevity to prove the Tao, but no one can live forever and will eventually grow old.

"Uncle, why is it him?"

Nie Shanhe was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help asking.

This question has held him back for a long time.

In his opinion, Lin Yi can comprehend the essence of the formation technique in a short period of time and break through the ten-star chess game, so it can be seen that this son has a certain skill. It's just that Nie Shanhe believes that Lin Yi lacks the firm will that a cultivator should have, and has no understanding, so he can't go far.

Just when Chen Bei was about to say something.

In the sword mound, there was a violent vibration.

Waves of sword sounds, like waves, swayed from the sword mound.

Chen Bei and Nie Shanhe's expressions suddenly changed, and Chen Bei almost couldn't help rushing in without caring about the past.

"That bastard, didn't he annoy all the sword intents of the ancestors?"

When Chen Bei first came up with this idea, he subconsciously thought it was impossible. But after thinking about it, wow, it is that kid who is most likely to piss off all the sword intents!

He began to secretly regret,

Was it too anxious to send him to Jianzhong?

Nie Shanhe was fine, his concern for Lin Yi was not as obvious as Chen Bei's, and after a slight change in his face, he quickly calmed down.

Chen Bei turned in circles on the spot, ready to wait for Lin Yi to trigger the token, and rushed in.

Waiting and waiting, the expected distress signal did not come, and the seething sword mound quickly quieted down.

Chen Bei and Nie Shanhe looked at each other in blank dismay.

Inside... what happened?

Very intense!

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What Yi Lin didn't know was that he missed a very important step when he entered the sword mound.

When many inner disciples got the opportunity, when they came to Jianzhong to ask about swords, their elders would repeatedly remind them to respect the remaining sword intent of their ancestors.

There are a lot of taboos.

For example, you can't make loud noises, you can't control the sky without authorization, you must burn incense and bathe, you must perform three rituals and nine kowtows, and so on.

The remaining sword intent on the flying sword did not form a complete spiritual consciousness, it was equivalent to just a touch of obsession.

Most of these obsessions inherited the pride of the former master during his lifetime. Once someone broke into the sword mound and disrespected them, they almost didn't have to use their brains, and directly attacked them in groups, beating the disrespectful people into scum.

So... this is "Mount of Asking Swords"!

In Jianzhong, talking is king!

A serious disciple of Tianjianmen, after getting started, will spend a long time under the disciple of a certain master, learning the rules, learning etiquette, bowing his knees, and learning the essence of pleasing the elders.

In other words, even if their masters didn't remind them, the first thing they did when they came to the Sword Tomb was to bow to the original flying swords left by their ancestors before begging. Create a wave of favorability.

But Yilin doesn't understand.

How did he know that this group of ancient sword intents were so arrogant.

As soon as he flew up, he was about to pass over the top of the tens of thousands of flying swords, and he annoyed the sword intent on this mountain, and was about to slaughter this beast.

In addition, Yi Lin had a little bit of a problem with her charm value, and was more likely to attract hatred, so there was a scene where the entire Sword Tomb was almost overturned at the beginning.

Yi Lin figured out all kinds of joints in an instant, and fell back to the ground without saying a word.

"Om..."

The sound of swords from all directions weakened a bit.

But Yi Lin still faintly felt that there was an emotion called "anger" reverberating in the whole space.

The buzzing sound in his ears at this moment gave him the feeling that a group of dissatisfied women were whispering in his ears, expressing their dissatisfaction.

"I probably understand the customs clearance method."

It turns out that it is still good impression!

Yi Lin straightened her mind and began to inject spiritual power into the Qianji Banner bestowed by Chenbei.

With the depletion of spiritual energy, the thousand machine flags flashed, divided into two, divided into four, divided into eight... Finally, thirty-two small flags of different colors circled around Yi Lin.

"go!"

Yi Lin smiled slightly, flicked her fingers, and thirty-two small flags fell into the sword mound.

"Heaven and earth are boundless, and the universe borrows the law."

Yi Lin followed the method taught by the flower girl and began to set up the formation.

Of course, if the flower girl or Ren Qingshan came, they would probably look confused. Because Yilin's formation method is somewhat different from that of traditional monks. They were not strictly distributed according to the pattern of the twelve constellations of the heavenly stems and earthly branches. Among them, Yi Lin added a little bit of her own understanding of magic, crystal patterns, and supreme flow spells to form a nondescript and irregular "freedom" Array".

The moment the thirty-two small flags landed, they transformed into thirty-two faceless men in elder robes.

Thirty-two elders, following the highest standard of etiquette handed down in Tianjianmen since ancient times, flew swords everywhere in the sword mound, and began to bow three times and nine times, one step at a time, and then knock again. If you are not happy, I will continue to knock, cool I kept knocking... After a set of etiquette was adjusted, the arrogant sword intent contained in the flying sword was finally understood and comfortable.

In the sword mound, it returned to calm and silence.

"No, it's quite simple."

Yi Lin breathed a sigh of relief, and fortunately these flying swords are not real people, so they are easy to fool. He used a little trickery to fool the angry flying sword in the sword mound.

Nonsense, thirty-two elders worship here, even if it is the mourning hall of the head of the past, it may not be treated like this. After all, there are less than thirty-two elders who are still alive, and they can't make it together. If this group of tsundere swordsmanship is not satisfied, Yi Lin can only force it.

After all the sword intents were quieted down in a round of flattery, Yi Lin didn't put away the Qianji Banner immediately, but let the thirty-two small flags surround the surroundings, and he watched the flying flags not far away. The sword looked quite unique, and there was a faint stream of light on the sword, so he stepped forward quietly, taking advantage of Feijian's no objection, stretched out his five fingers, and quickly grasped the hilt of Feijian.

"Tianjianmen Chuandaoyuan, Fangyuan Mountain, Yanmo Mountain, Jielu Mountain, Baicao Mountain, Wenjian Mountain, Lingshou Mountain, Zhujian Mountain, and Taiyi Mountain are joint registered disciples, and his brother Chen Bei Wangnianzhi, the current head of Tianjianmen Hand in hand, Lin Yi, come to ask for the sword, and hope that the elders can enlighten us."

Just as Yi Lin held the hilt of the sword, a burst of cool breath suddenly came from the contact between the hilt and the palm. Without hesitation, Yi Lin immediately reported her family background and asked questions, focusing on the word "ask". Since it was a question, the self-reported title should naturally be as popular as possible.

As soon as that cool breath invaded Yi Lin's body, it turned abruptly, and suddenly turned into extremely cold, giving Yi Lin the illusion of being in a polar glacier. In a blink of an eye, Yi Lin was trembling all over, her skin and hair tips were covered with a layer of white frost. When she opened her mouth to breathe, the breath she exhaled condensed into a white ice mist, and her whole body seemed to be a living ice sculpture.

Yi Lin's face changed slightly, he forcibly endured the biting chill in his body, and wanted to forcibly pull out the variant of the five elements attribute - the ice attribute flying sword. But he tried his best, but he couldn't pull the flying sword out of the ground with brute force.

As time passed, the frost on the surface of Yi Lin's body became thicker and thicker, until Yi Lin felt that her consciousness began to blur, she finally couldn't hold on, and let go of her hand. The cold subsided quietly, he quickly sat on the ground, and circulated the pitifully weak aura in his body. After about half an hour, Yi Lin finally cleared out the strange aura in his body, and his limbs warmed up.

Then he turned his hand and looked at the palm of the hand that drew the sword just now, the palm was blue and purple, it was frostbitten impressively.

Yi Lin stared at her frostbitten palm.

"Does that mean...disagree?"