When the sword fairy heard Jian Lin's words, he didn't care at all. He said with a risk-taking attitude, "Does it matter whether I can fly or not? These villains, if I don't kill them, I will go to hell!"

Jian Lin understood that the old man was dizzy because his outlook on life had collapsed, but she was very sensible and still remembered the oath she swore in the Sword Immortal Cave that she would take good care of the old man.

"Master, listen to me," Jian Lin grabbed the old man's arm and whispered in his ear, "These elders are nothing. The other peak masters are the real masterminds. They don't even dare to show their faces. They probably all want to

Wait until the formation of the gods is complete before you show up. If you kill these people, it won't change the overall situation."

In the Guanlan Sect, the real people in power are the masters of each peak. When the alliance was first formed, an elders' hall was established in order to handle disputes between the peaks fairly and equitably.

The Elders' Hall is elected by each of the twelve peaks. It handles various affairs through voting and supervises the behavior of the peak leaders.

In the early days of the establishment of Guanlan Sect, the Presbyterian Hall handled many disputes fairly and impartially, and the masters and disciples of all peaks respected them..z.br

As time goes by, problems arise within the Guanlan Sect, and the Presbyterian Hall has become a puppet. Now it basically has no power and mostly handles chores.

Jian Lin hated them at first. After all, it was the elders who pronounced her death. After experiencing so many things, she has seen clearly who she should hate.

Don't punish yourself because of unimportant people, let your hands be stained with blood, and accept the punishment of not being able to ascend.

If other peak masters were present, Sword Immortal would kill him if he wanted, and Jian Lin would still be there to help, but for these useless elders, it's not worth it, it's really not worth it.

Jian Lin kept stopping the sword fairy, trying to persuade him to do so, then pulled him out of the main hall and flew away with his sword.

The group of people from the Guanlan Sect had seen the power of the Sword Immortal, and no one dared to step forward to stop him, and no one cared about Yuan Shuo's death.

From that day on, Chiyan Peak was in chaos. The capable disciples either asked for connections to study under other peak masters, or asked their close friends to travel down the mountain.

The young disciples who had not yet left the army were helpless. They originally wanted to make a living, but they did not expect that the position of peak master would be occupied by those losers, making the life of Chiyan Peak even more difficult.

The young disciples had no choice but to suddenly hear the name of the Golden Scale Sect in Daliang City, saying that a senior sister had defected there before. The young disciples were tempted and bravely stepped out of the mountain gate in groups to find a way out for themselves.

A long time later, the war between immortals and demons began, and the three realms were in chaos. Only the Golden Scale Sect stayed in a corner and avoided the flames of war.

The young disciple who decisively left Chiyan Peak that day saved his own life with his own bravery.

Having said that, after leaving the Guanlan Sect, the sword fairy turned from bursting with anger to despair. The old man fell into deep thought sadly. Jian Lin's sword flew in a weird way, but the old man didn't even say a word to reprimand him.

Jian Lin took a few furtive glances and felt that the old man was pitiful. She slowed down her pace back to the Demon Realm and prepared to turn around and go to Daliang City to relax her master.

She took the old man to go on a cruise. The old man, who had not left the country for a hundred years, was indeed attracted by the cruise.

He watched various merchants carrying goods get on the boat, and the aloof world of immortality was instantly filled with smoke and fire. The old man didn't understand, so he just weakly defended Jian Lin, "When I was young, this was not the case."

Jian Lin stopped the vendor, bought a piece of roasted sweet potato, and gave half of it to the old man, "What were you like when you were young?"

The old man looked out the window at the flowing clouds, smelled the sweet smell of roasted sweet potatoes, and said in a low voice, "Cultivation as an immortal requires meditation, being free from the distractions of the mortal world, self-denial, abstaining from desires, and practicing asceticism."

Jian Lin bit the sweet potato and asked vaguely, "What do you think is better before or now?"

The old man put the sweet potato into his mouth, thought carefully for a while, and said slowly, "I don't know. I saw those greedy villains on the mountain. I think I should go back to the past and see this scene in front of me.

I don’t think it’s necessary.”

"Master," Jian Lin patted Master on the shoulder and said sternly, "As the saying goes, learning never ends, your cultivation has just begun."

The old man was startled, then smiled with relief, "You're such a traitor, what you say is quite interesting."

Interestingly at the same time,

It relieved the old man's depressed mood. Yes, there is no end to learning. As long as he is still alive, he must look at the world with a humble attitude.

After the two arrived in Daliang City, the old man was attracted by this prosperous city and was even more shocked by the number of casual cultivators.

When he was young, being a casual cultivator meant being inferior, because cultivating and enlightening alone without the guidance and supervision of a master would easily breed inner demons and become a major disaster.

At that time, when he was traveling down the mountain, most of his opponents were obsessed cultivators.

But now that the casual cultivators have a foothold in Daliang City, they can earn a living and practice according to their abilities, and travel between the mortal world and the immortal world. Everyone is happy and satisfied.

When they arrived at the Jinlin Mansion, Master saw the outer wall of the building at a glance and saw that there was Jiurongcao in it. As a well-traveled old man, he had to sigh, "This Jinlin Mansion is really rich. If I had been there when I was young,

There will definitely be people coming to dig up the soil to make elixirs."

"There are still people who come to dig the soil from the wall to make elixirs. Many mortals come here just to dig some soil from the wall to make elixirs." Jian Lin explained to the master. "You see that the wall is intact now. That is the result of the repairs that Master Jin ordered people to make from time to time."

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After hearing this, the sword fairy sighed repeatedly, "You are rich, you are really rich."

When I walked to the door of Jinlin Mansion, I didn't expect that the guard boy recognized Jian Lin. He greeted her warmly and sent someone to tell her, "Quickly inform the young lady and uncle that my cousin is here."

Jian Lin was stunned by these words. How did she become a cousin? Was it calculated according to the rules of her brother's marriage?

Speaking of which, she hasn't met her nominal brother yet.

After the Demon King Jin Chan escaped from his shell, he ordered one of his confidants to come and take over. He changed his name to Lin Yan and joined Jin's family.

At that time, Jian Lin had already left sadly and had never met Lin Yan. At this time, she couldn't help but become curious. What kind of husband did the Demon Lord find for Miss Jin? Is it reliable?

A butler with a capable face came to greet him. Compared with the last time we met, this butler looked proud and walked with a breeze. It seemed that he was very satisfied with his life recently.

Jian Lin smiled and asked, "Butler, how are you doing these days? How is everything going in the house?"

"Okay, everything is fine," the housekeeper said with a smile, "My young lady and my uncle are playing the harp in harmony, and the whole house is in harmony. Please rest assured, cousin."

Judging from the housekeeper's words, this uncle was not bad. Jian Lin was slightly relieved. It seemed that the Demon Lord was not too deceptive and found a bad man to take his place.

Walking to the front yard of the main hall of the mansion, the past scenes came to mind one by one. Before I could sigh, I saw Miss Jin coming out of the main door. She was dressed in a low-key and luxurious woman's dress. Her eyes were calm and firm, as if she had been reborn. She didn't have the fear of that day at all.

, using violence to cover up his weak appearance.
Chapter completed!