There is a candle lit on each pillar in the temple. When the wind from outside blows in, the flame on the candle dances with it.
It was already midnight at this time, and the disciples had all gone to rest, but there was a figure below who refused to leave.
Swish, swish, swish.
The only sound in the entire hall was the sound of books being turned over.
"Are you still dealing with business here?" An old voice drifted in from outside.
After hearing this, Li Yang, who was dealing with internal sect affairs with his head down, looked up and saw an old man with an immortal demeanor.
The old man was looking at him with a smile.
"Master, why are you here?" Li Yang stood up in surprise.
The old man came to Li Yang with his rickety body and looked at his disciple with some affection.
"Why can't I come and see my precious apprentice?" The old man took a chair and sat down here.
"Why, don't you welcome me, an old guy?"
"Master can come to my place, I'm so happy that it's too late." Li Yang turned behind the old man and started to beat his back.
The old man seemed to be enjoying it a little, and his eyes gradually closed.
"These years have been really hard on you." The old man said with some affection.
"It's not hard work. I usually just take care of the sect's affairs casually." Li Yang said with a smile.
"Li Yang, how long do you think Lingyuan Sect can last?" the old man asked calmly.
Looking at the old man lying in front of him, his face covered with traces of time, Li Yang seemed a little at a loss and didn't know how to answer the old man's question.
"Don't hold it back so much. I also know what happened to the sect recently." The old man opened his cloudy eyes and looked at the dark night outside the hall, seemingly lost in thought.
"As I get older, probably not many people will be able to remember me."
"Master is Xuanyang, the former leader of Lingyuan Sect. No one in the entire Tianchao country knows my master's name." Li Yang praised the famous old man in front of him.
Xuanyang also sighed and said: "I said, I will no longer interfere with the sect's affairs."
"That guy Feng Heng also makes people worry-free. People always have to worry about him."
"Senior Brother, the leader, has to deal with many things every day, and it's very hard." Li Yang explained.
"This time you went to the outer sect to supervise the selection of the inner sect. Did you see Qin Yi? Is she okay?"
"I don't know how your senior brother, the leader, thought of letting Qin Yi go to the outer sect to suffer." Xuanyang sighed.
Li Yang patted his chest and said: "Master, don't worry, my little junior sister is living a good life outside, there is no need to worry about her."
"That's good, I'm most worried about her."
"What's going on with the recent rumors about the competition between Song Yi and Lin Feng in the sect?" Xuan Yang waved his hand and said, "Okay, I'm already comfortable, it's time to talk about your business."
Li Yang also sat next to Xuanyang and said: "This disciple has found a talented disciple in the outer sect. If he is well cultivated, he will definitely achieve great achievements in the future."
"What a talent, even you praise him so much." Xuanyang said with a smile.
"The quality of the spiritual energy he cultivates has reached the highest level."
As soon as these words came out, Xuanyang's cloudy eyes became a little clearer at this time.
"I haven't heard of the best spiritual energy for a long time. The last time I heard about the disciples of the best spiritual energy was hundreds of years ago."
"This disciple must be very talented."
Li Yang saw that his master was somewhat interested in Lin Feng and continued: "The key is that he practices the same swordsmanship as you, master."
"Oh, really." The corners of Xuanyang's mouth raised slightly, as if he was very satisfied with Lin Feng.
"If master is interested in this disciple, can you teach him a thing or two?" Li Yang smiled slyly at Xuanyang.
Xuanyang shook his head and said with a smile: "Isn't this your purpose after talking for so long?
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"Master is wise."
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In the early morning, Lin Feng was practicing swordplay in his yard.
In the past few days, after practicing the Ning Yuan Jue, I seem to have a deeper understanding of the way of the sword.
The sword seemed to have become a part of me at this time.
Is this the second level of swordsmanship?
Boom, boom, boom.
Just as Lin Feng was immersed in the state of sword mastery, a slight knock on the door interrupted his state.
So early, could it be Senior Brother Zhao?
When Lin Feng opened the door to the courtyard, he found an old man in ragged clothes.
"Young man, I heard the sound of swords outside. Are you practicing swordsmanship here?" The old man asked Lin Feng curiously.
Hear it? Can he hear the sound of the sword?
But if you think about it carefully, what is impossible in such a sect of cultivating immortals? Could it be that this old man is a peerless master.
Thinking of this, Lin Feng quickly raised his hands to the old man and said, "Senior, what do you want to do when you come to my place?"
The old man scratched his head and said to Lin Feng: "I have no place to live and I want to stay here with you."
"Don't worry, I won't stay here for free. I can help you sweep the floor."
The old man's words made Lin Feng a little confused.
Hey, this can't really be a beggar.
Just when Lin Feng was hesitant to accept the old man, the old man walked in slowly.
Hey, forget it, as a good student in the 21st century, you still have to respect the old and love the young. Anyway, this courtyard is quite big.
"Grandpa, please slow down."
Lin Feng then arranged the old man into a room and continued practicing his sword.
Watching Lin Feng practicing his sword in the courtyard, Xuanyang ran to the side and watched Lin Feng practice his sword.
"Young man, I see you have amazing bones. Do you want me to teach you how to practice swordsmanship?" Xuanyang said with a smile.
Lin Feng was also at a loss for this old man. There was no spiritual energy fluctuation in this old man's body, so he was probably not an immortal cultivator.
Maybe he was just an ordinary person who accidentally stumbled into the inner sect.
"Old man, how do you teach swordsmanship?" Lin Feng replied with a smile.
"I think your sword training is pretty good, but there seems to be something missing."
"I can sweep the floor with the broom in my hand. I need to sweep the floor because it is dirty. Why do you practice swordsmanship?"
Xuanyang's question immediately stopped Lin Feng. He had been practicing swordsmanship for so long and still didn't seem to understand why he was practicing swordsmanship.
Why should he practice swordsmanship? At this moment, he thought about being chased by the Su family when he first came to this world.
"I don't know either. I just want to become stronger and have the ability to protect myself when I practice swordsmanship."
"Then what are you going to do after you can protect yourself?" Xuanyang continued to ask.
At this time, Lin Feng thought about what Zhang Yisheng had told him before about his father and his superiority. The purpose of practicing swordsmanship was to become stronger and then take revenge on the Su family.
Is my sword just for revenge?
No, practicing swordsmanship is to be able to fight against fate and protect the things you want to protect.
When Lin Feng thought of this, something seemed to break in his heart.
And I seemed to have reached a very relaxed state at this time.
Xuanyang saw that Lin Feng seemed to have grasped it, smiled, and walked away.
At this time, Lin Feng seemed to have greatly improved his swordsmanship.
Looking at the old man's leaving figure, he said, "Maybe he really knows how to do swordsmanship."
In the days that followed, Lin Feng seemed to become more relaxed about sword practice.
Maybe he found the meaning of practicing swordsmanship.
What surprised Lin Feng even more was that his cultivation of Yuan Ning Jue seemed to have improved to a higher level.
Suddenly, one day, Ye
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Qingying arrived at Lin Feng's mansion.
Ye Qingying's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his face looked very anxious.
"Senior Sister Ye, what's wrong?" Lin Feng asked doubtfully.
"Fang Bi, please help our outer sect disciples!"
On a martial arts stage in the inner sect.
At this time, Song Yizheng stepped on Fang Bi and said, "Boy, you seem to be related to Lin Feng."
"Asshole, Song Yi, when I become stronger, I will definitely repay you double the humiliation I suffered today." Fang Bi shouted at Song Yi.
Song Yi directly kicked Fang Bi several meters away.
"I have to say that you people from the outside sect are really annoying. It is you people from the outside sect that I despise the most."
Song Yi lifted up the injured Fang Bi again, slapped him hard several times, and said: "This is the world for disciples like us from the aristocratic family. You disciples from other sects have come to the wrong place."
"Lin Feng, I can't wait to crush you under my feet." Song Yi said with a ferocious smile.
Then he kicked Fang Bi several times.
There are other disciples of the outer sect lying here, and their bodies are all covered with scars.
The younger brother on the side asked: "Boss, do you think Lin Feng will come?"
"Just now, I sent a girl to inform Lin Feng."
"If Lin Feng doesn't come, then he is a loser." Song Yi said with a ferocious smile.
"What the elder brother said is that Lin Feng must be scared if he hasn't come for so long." Another younger brother said.
Everyone present laughed wildly.
"Junior brother Lin Feng is not a wimp. You will look good when he comes." Yang Tai struggled to get up and said.
Yang Tai also has great respect for this man who defeated him.
In the inner sect selection, even though he knew he was no match for him, he still climbed to the top of the tower to fight with him.
With this courage, he believed that Lin Feng would definitely come.
"Why are you barking here? Did my boss let you talk?" A younger brother of Song Yi kicked Yang Tai hard again.
Just when the boy was about to teach Yang Tai a lesson, a ray of purple light suddenly struck him and made a huge gash on the boy's arm.
The little brother was so painful that he screamed on the ground.
In the distance, two figures appeared in everyone's sight.
It was Lin Feng and Ye Qingying.
Song Yi narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Lin Feng, you are finally here."
Looking at the disciples of the outer sect lying on the ground, Lin Feng was filled with anger and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
I have heard Ye Qingying say before that Song Yi bullies the disciples of the outer sect here.
Ye Qingying had gone to respond to those law enforcement disciples before, but they all chose to turn a blind eye.
They are all disciples of aristocratic families, and there is no need to offend other disciples of aristocratic families for the sake of some disciples from outside the sect who have no status.
Lin Feng held the purple shadow, pointed at Song Yi, and roared: "Song Yi, do you want to die?"
This was the first time Lin Feng had murderous intent towards a person.
Perhaps the disciples of the outer sect would be bullied by some disciples of the inner sect, but this time, Song Yi bullied the disciples of the inner sect entirely because of himself.
"This is the first time that a disciple from outside the sect dares to talk to me like this." Song Yi looked at Lin Feng coldly and said.
"If you disciples of the outer sect don't stay well in the outer sect, why do you have to come to the inner sect to take a trip into the muddy waters?"
Zhang Yisheng also said this to himself when he was a foreign sect.
Were my father and Uncle Zhang also oppressed by disciples of aristocratic families in the inner sect before?
Thinking of this, Lin Feng couldn't bear it anymore. Golden light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and the surrounding aura instantly surged towards Lin Feng.