In Chunjian Tower, two old men were sitting in a pavilion on a hilltop somewhere.
At this time of spring, the flowers and trees on the mountain are blooming with flowers of various colors, and the fragrance of flowers permeates the entire mountain peak, just like a fairyland.
"Haha, the disciple you accepted is really good at swordsmanship. I'm afraid even those big sects rarely have such swordsmanship disciples!"
A silver-haired, energetic old Taoist said with a smile.
On the other side, the old man with the same gray hair shook his head, but his old eyes shone with wisdom.
"It's better not to be too happy too early. That boy entered Taoism through killing, and I wiped his butt so many times. It's troublesome to have such a disciple."
Hearing this, the white-haired old man showed displeasure and glared at the old Taoist.
The old Taoist raised his right hand, pointed at the person in front of him with two fingers and said: "You old boy, you are coveting me, old man. Look at the crooked melons and cracked dates I collected. Each one is worse than the last. If you don't think so,
Disciples are prone to getting into trouble, so let him become my master, and my swordsmanship will not be much worse than yours."
"Come on, I'm just trying to be modest, you're just making fun of me, don't even think about trying to trick my disciple."
The white-haired old man flipped his sleeves and robe after hearing this. He didn't want to talk to the old Taoist, so he picked up the teacup on the stone table and sipped the fragrant tea slowly.
The old Taoist smelled the fragrance of the flowers outside the pavilion and took a sip from the cup: "That disciple of yours really needs to be disciplined. He has too much evil aura. If he is seen by the big sects, he might cause some trouble for nothing. I have a copy of "Pure Heart" here.
"Sutra", give it to your disciple, hoping that he can wash away evil spirits and earn face for small sects like us."
After saying that, he waved the dust in his hand and an ancient book fell on the table.
The white-haired old man took the ancient book from the table, glanced at it casually, nodded and said: "Well, this mental method will be of great benefit to Yuan Tao, and it is just right for the disease. I hope he can use this mental method to wash away evil spirits.
I jumped over the dragon gate in one fell swoop, old man, I’ll remember this favor.”
"Why are you so polite!"
The old Taoist waved his sleeves, indicating that this matter was not worth mentioning.
The two of them were looking at flowers and drinking tea, and had a pleasant time chatting.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, causing the mountain flowers outside the pavilion to fly. The two people in the pavilion frowned at the same time and looked in one direction.
"who?"
A disciple in mysterious clothes saluted the two elders in the air and said: "Master Niu Hao, I have met these two elders."
"I have a rest today, why are you here?"
"Elder, Senior Brother Yuantao's natal soul lamp is extinguished!"
"What!"
The tea cup in the old man's hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces, and the tea spilled all over the floor.
"Quick, take me to have a look!"
The three of them came to the Grandmaster's Hall together.
"What happened? How could Yuantao's natal soul lamp go out? Who has the ability to kill him?"
"Elder, I'm not the only one with Senior Brother Yuantao. You'd better come with me and take a look." Niu Hao said tremblingly.
The old man's expression was extremely ugly, and he followed the disciple from the Grandmaster Hall into the inner hall of the Grandmaster Hall.
There are many cabinets arranged here, and on each cabinet are placed the natal soul lamps of the sect disciples. The wicks of the lamps are bright and dark. Among them, in the second to last row, many soul lamps have fallen into silent darkness.
"Qing'er, Cai'er!"
The old Taoist was heartbroken when he saw the two soul lamps on the edge.
These two little girls were twins. When he saw them, he was curious about them, so he accepted them as his direct disciples.
The two girls were not in vain for his training. After practicing for only twenty years, they entered the second level of cultivation. They were somewhat talented in swordsmanship, but they did not expect that their souls would fall to the Nine Netherworld so quickly.
The white-haired old man stared at the soul lamp in the center, his face uncertain.
After all, the two female dolls of the old Taoist were only in the second level of cultivation. It is not surprising that they died, but why did Yuantao...
Could it be that they met Overhaul at the foot of the mountain?
"Where did they go down the mountain?"
The old Taoist glared at Niu Hao, his eyes full of violence and murderous intent.
Niu Hao trembled and said: "Senior brother Yuantao said that he took some junior sisters out to practice. I don't know where senior brother went after he came down the mountain."
"What's the use of you!"
The old man waved his sleeves, slapped Niu Hao against the wall, and yelled angrily.
The old Taoist looked at the soul lamp in front of him in trance for a long time, then turned to look at the white-haired old man and said: "Qingsong, they can't die in such an unclear manner."
The eyes of the old man, who was called Qingsong by the old Taoist, shrank.
"You wouldn't think so."
"I don't care about so much anymore."
The old Taoist pinched a Taoist formula in his hand, and a few strands of spiritual energy gathered at his fingertips. Then a light flashed, and a face flashed in his mind.
That's a girl.
The old Taoist suppressed the anger in his heart, grabbed the white-haired old man's wrist, and quickly escaped from the Spring Sword Tower.
"Come with me!"
...
On the Bodhi tree, Lin Yanli stepped on the last stone steps and came to the crown of the tree, and found that it turned out to be a temple.
Li Zhujiu was sitting on the bluestone steps in front of the temple. When he saw Lin Yanli's figure, he grinned and waved his hand at Lin Yanli.
"So slow."
"You guy jumped up all of a sudden and I couldn't stop shouting."
Lin Yanli glared at Li Zhujiu and said, "Take your time and be prudent."
Li Zhujiu patted his butt, pointed to the beads on the temple that emitted Buddha light and said, "What kind of spiritual treasure is that? I've never seen it before. It's so shiny and pretty!"
Lin Yanli cast his gaze towards the top of the temple, rummaged through Jiang Wanli's memory for a while and then shook his head.
"I don't know either."
Jiang Wanli has no interest in Buddhism and doesn't know much about it.
This cave originates from ancient times, and the beads can still shine brightly after tens of thousands of years, which is a good thing at first sight.
But before that, she still had important things to do.
"Xiao Zhujiu helps me protect the road. I want to break through the bottleneck here and condense the golden elixir!"
Li Zhujiu was not surprised by this.
Lin Qingxuan's soldiers dismissed. Sixty percent of the sword luck was with her and 30% with Lin Yanli. Lin Yanli's sword intention had been perfected. There was not much point in continuing to press the realm. The aura here was rich and it was obviously the condensed golden elixir.
A great place.
"good!"
Lin Yanli nodded and walked aside to sit quietly and adjust his breathing.
She took a pill to adjust her condition to the best.
Li Zhujiu sat in front of the temple, looking curiously at the sky with her beautiful eyes.
When she broke through the three realms, purple energy came from the east, auspicious birds announced good news, and spiritual beasts gathered, which could be said to have given her, the youngest golden elixir monk, enough face.
Xiao Yanli's sword intent is much higher than hers, and his strength is stronger than hers. I think the vision won't be much different.
Soon, Lin Yanli withdrew his sword intent and released the wisp of calamity energy. He saw a black cloud quietly emerging from the mist. In an instant, the thunder dragon was tumbling, and lightning and thunder were heard.
Lin Yanli looked at this scene with a little anticipation in her eyes.
That day, Li Zhujiu tempered the flying sword with thunder, and she, Lin Yanli, did the same today!
Two flying swords flew out of his sleeves and circled in the air. Various sword intentions shot out from Lin Yanli's sea of consciousness, and finally converged into one above his head.
The thunder dragon fell, the surrounding lightning roared, and the entire Bodhi tree shook.
"Boom——"
Just when Lin Yanli was about to welcome the baptism of thunder, the thunder dragon flying around the black clouds actually hit the Buddhist beads on the top of the temple.
Li Zhujiu was dumbfounded, and Lin Yanli was dumbfounded. The two looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Can a thunderstorm break apart the world's great record?