An hour later, Wang Lingguan and Lin Fei stepped onto the Sword Peak.

Whether it was the previous life or this life, Wen Jian Peak was the place where the head teacher lived. Lin Fei stepped on the land of Wen Jian Peak with one foot. Looking at the familiar grass and trees, scenes from tens of thousands of years ago, it seemed that they appeared in front of his eyes one by one...

There were Taoist boys waiting on Wenjian Peak. After meeting with them one by one, they introduced them to the Tianyuan Dao Palace. Wang Lingguan held the authority of Tianxing Peak and often went to and from Tianyuan Dao Palace. He was not very restrained all the way. He chatted with Lin Fei from time to time. The famous Wang Yanwang, the King of Wenjian Sect, seemed to look at Lin Fei a little differently. Although there was still not many expressions on his square face, he was also very proud of his words when he spoke, but Lin Fei could still feel the trace of concern and protection from time to time...

Lin Fei was also willing to make friends with the first powerful king of the true disciple, and chatted all the way and soon arrived at Tongming Hall, where the head sect discussed with the elders.

But today, the head teacher did not sit in the main seat of Tongming Hall as he did when he discussed with the elders. Instead, he held a volume of Taoist scriptures and sat casually by the window, listening to the gentle breeze blowing through the lotus pond outside the window, reading the Taoist scriptures leisurely and comfortably. When he saw the three of them walking into Tongming Hall, he just casually pointed to the seat next to him.

"Two nephews, sit down and talk."

"The disciple of Tianxing Peak Wang Lingguan has met the head teacher." Although the head teacher seemed casual, Wang Lingguan was still meticulous. After following the etiquette, he sat upright in the seat next to him.

"Lin Fei, a disciple of Yuhengfeng, met the head teacher."

Lin Fei also followed suit, but after sitting down, his eyes were a little curious, looking at the head of the Wenjian Sect who was tens of thousands of years later.

The head teacher looked very young, in his forties, with a white face and no beard. He was wearing a moon-white Taoist robe and was spotless. He showed a little dusty aura in his every move. When he sat by the window holding the Taoist scriptures, he looked without any threat or pressure. He looked like a literati than a monk...

But Lin Fei knew that the head of the Sword Sect's generation was not a literati.

The head of the sect is Qianyuan. When the True Man Kunwu was alive, he brought back a young man when he returned from a trip. He was thirteen or fourteen years old. He looked weak and slow, and seemed to never fight with others.

True Man Kunwu said that this young man was picked up by himself on the road. His parents were killed by Thirteen Cavalry, one of the giant thieves in the North. He was idle at the time, so he picked it up. His talent for cultivation is OK, but his temperament is a bit weak...

At that time, Master Kunwu was only one step away from the Dharma body, so he naturally had no time to teach his disciples, so he threw the boy to his junior brother again, that is, Master Ma Yi, the head of the previous generation of Jian Sect. From then on, the boy embarked on the road of cultivation, just like Master Kunwu said. The boy was a little weak in temperament and had no fighting spirit. Even his daily practice seemed to be slow.

So thirty years passed like this...

Thirty years later, the big thing that shocked the Luofu world happened. True Man Kunwu fought with the heavens, failed to attain the Dharma body, and went crazy under the backlash of the inner demons. He killed his master and rebeled. During the seven days and seven nights, he killed everyone when he saw it. He killed all the way from the Changsheng Palace to Bulao Mountain. The entire cultivator in the northern border was killed by him. The ten major sects in the northern border joined forces to siege, and finally forced True Man Kunwu to fall in Luoxia Mountain.

After the death of Kunwu Zhenren, the other nine sects still did not give up and wanted to take the body of Kunwu Zhenren back to find out the truth about Kunwu Zhenren's crazy.

At this time, the young man thirty years ago stood up, guarded the corpse of Kunwu Zhenren, reversed the Great Yin-Yang Sword Sutra, pushed his cultivation toward the Dharma image, and threatened that if anyone stepped within one meter, he would self-destruct the Dharma image and die with him. For a moment, countless masters from the nine major sects in the north dared to step forward. In the end, the Sword Sect was able to bring back the body of Kunwu Zhenren and buried it in the sword tomb...

And the price he paid was that he could only stop at the Dharma image in his life...

Thirty years ago, True Man Kunwu once said that five hundred years later, Qianyuan has hope of Dharma body...

However, all this became a dream bubble with the Kunwu Rebellion.

Hundreds of years later, Qian Yuan, who had always stayed in the realm of Dharma, took over the position of the head sect from the hands of Zhenren Ma Yi.

Now, I am sitting not far from Lin Fei...

"I already know everything under the Yin River. Nephew Lin Fei, you are doing a good job..." The head sect put down the Taoist scriptures in his hand and looked at Lin Fei with a little appreciation in his eyes.

"Thank you, the teacher for your praise..."

"If the Winged Snake Demon Emperor escapes from the trap, although no one can control him, he must have to pay a considerable price. If you can stop this catastrophe, you have made great contributions to the sect. I asked the Sword Sect that you have always had a clear reward and punishment. If you beat the young Tianshi Master of the Heavenly Master of the Heavenly Master, and the sect punishes you to go to Xuanbing Cave, then you resolved a catastrophe. How can the sect not have a reward? Tell me, what do you want?"

"ah?"

"Okay, you don't have to be polite to me. You know better than me. If he knows that his disciple has made great contributions to the sect, but the sect has no reward at all. He has to kill Wenjian Peak and make a big fuss..." The head teacher said this with a smile, and looked at Lin Fei, who was empty-handed: "I see, you are empty-handed, you must be the sword that is left under the Yin River?"

"The teacher in charge Bo Mingjian."

"That happens. Someone sent me a piece of cloud-patterned gold a few days ago, which is suitable for sword casting. I see, you are now in the Yangyuan realm and are just in the stage of warming up the sword fetus. Why not give you this piece of cloud-patterned gold and take it to your uncle Wu and ask him to cast it into a sword fetus for you."

"Cloud pattern gold?" Lin Fei's eyelids twitched. He was really sleepy and someone gave him a pillow. When he was in Xuanbing Cave, he was still thinking about how to solve the problem of hardware. In a blink of an eye, the head teacher actually gave such a big gift package.

Cloud-patterned fine gold is not an ordinary hardware object, it is a real acquired thing. It is of course one level lower than the innate thing like Taiyi fine gold, but it is not something you can easily encounter. Using it to make a sword and put it in a smaller sect is already the first-class treasure of the sect. The gold energy contained in it is comparable to thousands of ordinary iron. If Lin Fei refines this cloud-patterned fine gold, at least it can increase the power of Taiyi sword energy to the point close to Yangyuan.
Chapter completed!