As expected, Yi Lin had guessed correctly.
Irin listened to half of the lecture and felt that he had heard enough. Taking advantage of the night, he quietly left the lecture.
Coincidentally, he passed by the Preaching Garden. Irin felt that there was a stream of air hovering high in the sky like an angry dragon. It was very scary.
This situation was like Gong Yang Bai sitting in the courtyard, staring at Irin and saying, "Come here!"
Irin was speechless. The Gong Yang Elders only had two bottles of Purple Bamboo Wine left. There was no need to provoke them now … Let's talk about it next time.
…
In fact, Irin did not care whether Jian Nanchun was sleeping or not.
But taking advantage of this opportunity, Irin planned to go down the mountain and return to Black Bull Village to see how his parents were doing.
If possible, he even wanted to bring his parents to the Celestial Mountain to retire.
The climate here was pleasant and the aura was abundant. Even if an ordinary person did not practice here, they could live a long life without illness or pain.
During the day, he was Lin Yi, a disciple who was studious and the favorite of all the elders.
At night, he went deep into the Pivot and worked tirelessly above the Spirit Sea to carry out a huge project called "Throne Building".
Although this huge project was slow, it had already begun to take shape.
Under Grimm's guidance, Irin really managed to create that thing.
However, in the Spirit World, Grimm sneered at Irin's excitement. He rolled his middle finger with his wings to express his disdain.
"You dare to release a piece of trash like you? I accidentally sneezed when I woke up … You are far from it."
Irin wanted to say "Get lost".
How could the experience of a human and a bat be the same?
Irin reserved his opinion and did not comment on this.
…
The days were boring but fulfilling.
Since the day he gave Jian Nanchun advice.
Irin did not encounter Senior Jian on the road.
Maybe it was not fate, or maybe Irin was too busy, Jian Nanchun did not catch him.
Half a year's time, for a cultivator, could be counted as a blink of an eye.
Soon.
It was the twelfth lunar month that he had promised Jian Nanchun.
That day, Irin took advantage of the fact that the Sword Forging Elder was out and spent some low-quality spiritual stones that nominal disciples could receive every month to rent a crafting furnace. She opened her palms and poured some weak spiritual energy into the array on the furnace, turning it on skillfully.
Irin's perception was very high, and after a few cauldrons exploded due to bad luck, Irin finally succeeded in refining an ordinary little magical treasure.
This caused the Sword Forging Elder Hua Wuyu, who had hurried back after receiving the news, to heave a sigh of relief. At the same time, he fiercely praised Yi Lin, saying that his nominal disciple, Lin Yi, had completely comprehended the essence of refining and could complete his apprenticeship.
"Please don't come here again!" That was probably what Hua Wuyu meant.
He seemed to be frightened.
The Sword Crafting Elder, Hua Wuyu, had been an elder of Sword Crafting Mountain for a total of 36 years. He had never seen such an explosive disciple.
He really didn't know what Chen Bei saw in him.
Fortunately, this disciple was only a nominal disciple. He didn't only care about Sword Crafting Mountain and would leave one day. Every time the Sword Crafting Elder thought of this, he tolerated it and didn't flare up.
Irin had just hidden the dozens of "advanced remote grenades" that he had refined and was riding on Little Green to wander above the enchanted island, thinking about which sect to visit next. He didn't expect to be blocked by Chen Bei on the way.
Look, it was obvious that the gap between Chen Bei and Jian Nanchun was obvious.
Jian Nanchun had been in Bitter Forest for a long time, but Chen Bei had blocked him all of a sudden.
"Come with me."
Chen Bei didn't say much. He rode the red-crowned crane and directly brought Irin to Swordsmanship-seeking Mountain.
There was a sword tomb in Swordsmanship-seeking Mountain. The sword tomb was full of flying swords, some intact, and some broken.
Irin knew this place because he often came here.
This was the place where inner sect disciples found their natal flying swords.
But why wasn't this place called Swordsmanship-seeking Mountain, Swordsmanship-seeking Mountain, Swordsmanship-seeking Mountain, or Swordsmanship-snatching Mountain? Why did it use the word "ask"?
It was said that there was a lot of knowledge in it.
When the two of them were about to land.
Irin stared at Chen Bei's bent back and white hair and couldn't help but sigh.
"Old Chen, what's the big day today? Are you finally going to show your cards?"
"…"
Chen Bei had just stepped off the crane when he heard this. He almost lost his balance and stumbled onto the crane's wing. Chen Bei held back for a while. He was familiar with Irin and knew that he couldn't win against Lin Yi in terms of flirting. He could only say, "… Get lost."
After he took a few steps, Irin pointed to another path. "Old Chen, the path up the mountain should be this way."
"…"
It wasn't Chen Bei's fault. He had been in the handyman class for 60 years. Times had changed.
Chen Bei didn't deliberately use his soul sense to scan. Perhaps he had lost this habit after all these years.
The two of them arrived at the mountainside.
On the bluestone path, at the entrance of the Sword Catacomb, Nie Shanhe was already waiting.
"Martial Granduncle."
"Pfft."
When Irin heard how Nie Shanhe addressed Chen Bei, he almost choked on his saliva.
Wait a minute. Although he had already guessed that Chen Bei had some status in the Heavenly Rapier Sect, he was at most at the level of an elder. He didn't think of the Sect Leader because Jian Nanchun had already told Irin about the elders in the sect. Jian Nanchun had clearly told Irin that the current Sect Leader was a woman and didn't accept male disciples.
Chen Bei had been pretending to be a handyman in the handyman class for 60 years. However, no matter how he looked at him, he didn't look like a woman.
Nie Shanhe was already an "elder" in the sect. Below the Sect Leader, all the elders were of the same rank.
Irin looked surprised. He looked at Chen Bei and asked directly, "Old Chen, who are you?"
"Hey, I'm the current Sect Leader …"
“？”
"… Senior Martial Brother!"
Irin was stunned. "What about your position?"
"Hmph, do you think I, Chen Bei, care about a mere title?"
Irin suddenly realized and blurted out, "So you're relying on your seniority!"
"…"
Nie Shanhe suddenly had the urge to stab this guy to death.
His tenacious heart of the sword, which he had tempered for 100 years, actually wavered because of this.
"Phew …"
Nie Shanhe breathed a sigh of relief. His expression was calm and still like a mirror. He closed and opened his eyes. He looked at Irin and said softly, "Martial Granduncle was recognized as the number one genius in the sect. No one could surpass him."
What he meant was that Chen Bei didn't rely on his seniority. He was really awesome.
"Hey, it's all in the past. I'm old now." Chen Bei waved his hand and chuckled. However, Nie Shanhe's words still made him feel good. "Little Lin, you'll be leaving the mountain in a few days. Although you're good at formations, alchemy, artifact forging, divination, beast taming …" After a while, Chen Bei felt that he had listed too many things and felt a little depressed. He paused for a moment and continued, "Cough, cough … You're talented in many other things. However, your cultivation base is shallow. If you encounter a Demon Sect disciple with a high cultivation base or a cruel demon, you'll most likely die an unnatural death."
"So, for the sake of those three bottles of Purple Bamboo Wine, I'll give you an opportunity. As for what kind of sword you'll get, it all depends on your comprehension and luck."
"There are five bottles in total." Irin reached out his hand to correct Chen Bei's math mistake. After thinking for a while, he said, "I don't have the identity of an inner sect disciple, but I got a Natal Flying Sword. Won't the others have a problem with it if they know?"
"Who dares to have a problem with it?" Chen Bei's nostrils relaxed and he exhaled twice. "Besides, if Xiao He, I, and you don't say anything, who will know? Hey, don't dawdle. Hurry up and go in! You only have ten days. Once the time is up, whether you find your Natal Flying Sword or not, you must leave the Sword Catacomb. Many inner sect disciples are waiting in line! "
Irin was a little surprised when he heard this. "Ten days?" He stared at the pitch-black door that was built like a tomb. Not a single ray of light could be seen from the inside of the Sword Tomb. Yi Lin was a little uncertain and asked again, "Are you sure … this will take ten days?"
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