Xiao Ran raised his head and glanced. The iron ring flashing with red light gave him a sense of astonishment, as if it was an artificial intelligence.

Coupled with the tall teacher's thin figure, which was half a head taller than him, it gave people a sense of indifference and depression.

Xiao Ran bowed slightly.

"I've met Senior Senior Brother Gao, and he suddenly paid a visit today, which caused a lot of trouble."

Master Gao also returned the greeting.

"Junior brother, you're welcome."

His voice sounded a little cold and ruthless, so much so that Xiao Ran began to doubt the accuracy of some of his legends.

Zhujian Peak has many cliffs and looks a little barren, but it is simple and sharp.

Master Gao led Xiao Ran into the sky stone path and said:

"Master is repairing the formation in the Formation Eye Cave in our mountain. We can only come here by word of mouth. Don't be surprised to meet our junior brother."

"It doesn't matter."

Go to the Sword Forging Summit Living Room.

The hall is made of iron stone and black wood. It is as simple and sharp as the mountain gate, making people sit upright without any distractions.

On the long xuanjing stone table in the middle, there is a set of simple tea sets, two cups of hot tea, and the dense aroma of tea.

An old, powerful, slightly dry voice came from the dome.

"I didn't expect you to come so early."

Xiao Ran followed the sound and bowed briefly:

"Disciple has seen Uncle Ink Box."

Ink Box Master said:

"Sit down, this is herbal tea brewed by ground fire. Try it."

Can ground fire make herbal tea?

Aren’t you afraid of getting angry and drinking Wong Lo Kat?

Xiao Ran tasted it cautiously.

Along with the dark red tea juice, a circle of ripples appeared on the tip of the tongue, and the thick sword intent quickly penetrated the base of the tongue and spread along the throat to the blood vessels of the whole body, like a cold sword sinking into the magma, playing the music of mountain ice and fire.

Xiao Ran put down the tea cup and said with admiration:

“I was a little worried before I came here, but I didn’t expect that my uncle’s tea skills are so exquisite.”

Ink Box Master smiled deeply.

"This is the skill of a master. I don't have time to make tea."

It was rare for Master Gao to see his master smile, so he took the opportunity to take off the black iron ring, revealing a slightly childish face, and the cold temperament suddenly disappeared.

It is rare that Shota has a long face, his eyes are erratic, and his facial features are not ugly, but he looks cynical, and he has a very interesting sense of play.

"Senior brother is good at his craftsmanship."

Xiao Ran turned to praise Master Gao.

After taking off the iron ring, Master Gao felt like a fish in water, and his temperament changed drastically. However, with the ink box master nearby, he was still very cautious in his words.

"I heard that my junior brother was already an all-rounder before practicing. I would like to ask my junior brother's opinion on the details of Jianli and any areas for improvement."

Xiao Ran picked up the cup.

"Don't dare to take it seriously."

Next, the three of them discussed some details about architecture and spiritual patterns while sipping tea.

Xiao Ran talked and laughed happily, was humble and promising, and had extremely high architectural attainments, which left a deep impression on Mr. Mo Xia.

But obviously, after so many things happened inside the door, the three of them were not interested in details such as architecture.

In front of Master Mo Xia and the Master and Disciple are the real talents of the Great Emperor, the personal disciples that the sect has hidden and focused on cultivating, who may grow into the new generation of Zong Zhishan in the future.

But his growth takes time, and what is most lacking in the Dharma-ending era is time.

Netherworld has set its sights on Zongzhi Mountain, and in three years the leader will forcefully overcome the calamity...

It is no problem to say that we are now in a state of war.

Seeing that the atmosphere was almost over, Master Dai Moxiaozhen said:

"Junior brother coming here this time must have other important matters."

Xiao Ran said:

"Well, I want a kind of fire bacteria that can warm wine. There should be one in the old sword furnace."

Teacher Gao was stunned.

Can that thing be used to warm wine?

It's more exciting than using Lingwen warm tea...

Why didn't I think of that?

This is not the point!

"Junior brother, did you come here just to warm the wine?"

"Exactly."

Master Gao held his forehead, his expression suddenly looked a bit envious.

"Junior brother really has a way with women..."

There was a cold, dry sound, like a heavy hammer falling.

"Master Gao!"

"Ahem."

After coughing twice, Teacher Gao hurriedly said:

"The bacterial stones of the fire bacteria are not a big problem. I will get some for my junior brother later."

"Thank you very much."

Ink Box Master said sincerely:

"Young people should spend their time on spiritual practice. Practicing hard is the greatest filial piety to the Master."

If I don’t lick Master, I can have a full-level architectural attainment that makes you admire me. Without a full-level architectural attainment, how can I still sit here and listen to your nonsense?

Xiao Ran was duplicitous and said respectfully:

"This is what my uncle taught me."

After a short silence, the ink cartridge master asked again:

"How are the preparations for the Sword Bearing Conference?"

Finally reaching the core question, Xiao Ran said immediately:

"This disciple has decided to choose a day to go to Jianshan Mountain within half a month."

"Within half a month?"

Ink Box Master was slightly startled.

Although the physical summary submitted by Master Yinyue stated that after Xiao Ran's Dantian was integrated into Jiao Dan, he would be able to go to Jian Mountain to receive the sword in ten days at the earliest.

But in addition to physical fitness, Chengjian values ​​​​spirit and swordsmanship more.

"The Sword Inheriting Conference requires you to have the will to defy heaven and at the same time possess the sword skills to obey the sky. Are you ready for these?"

Although Xiao Ran was not fully prepared, he said without changing his expression:

"The disciples will be ready."

The ink box master in the Formation Eye Cave nodded slightly.

This sentence itself contains a will that defies heaven!

A true swordsman will not wait for the perfect opportunity before drawing his sword, but will accept the review of fate at any time.

"The judge of this sword-carrying competition is the newly appointed leader of the Taoist League in Dongfu City. Li Wuxie, I heard he is a ruthless character and will not let you pass easily."

Xiao Ran thought to himself.

Could he be more ruthless than the Wild Hunt?

"Nothing is easy in the Age of Dharma Ending. Time waits for no one. The head master is about to survive the tribulation. These three years may be Zong Zhishan's most precious time."

"As long as you understand."

Immediately, Master Mo Xia asked Master Gao to get some classics about the Sword Bearing Conference and give them to Xiao Ran.

Among them, several replicas of sword intent and sword techniques are the treasures of Zhujian Peak.
To be continued...