Among the hundreds of thousands of mountains, at the foot of Xuyang Mountain.
Towers of tall buildings cover the entire mountain range like stars.
According to detailed statistics, there were hundreds of collisions with high-rise buildings.
Surprisingly, most of the doors were closed, and the large vermilion pillars were carved with various birds and animals.
But because it had been left unattended for a long time, it was covered with cobwebs.
This is the Jiang Clan today. The family that was once an immortal force could not withstand the passage of time and declined to a family with only a hundred members.
Suddenly, smoke rose repeatedly from an independent attic.
You read that right, like the fireworks of the earthly world, they look extremely dazzling in this pavilion with red walls and green tiles.
This wisp of green smoke is not obtrusive, but adds a hint of fireworks to the pavilion here.
"Ah! Uncle Lin finally opened fire!"
"Mom, I haven't visited Uncle Lin for a long time. I have to go see him."
"No need to leave food for me."
The green smoke slowly rose again after a year, and the group of children turned into a gust of wind and quickly ran towards the small courtyard where Lin Chen was.
"Ahem, did I say you did it on purpose?"
"A powerful man from the seventh level of Yuanhai still needs to make fire? Don't you know how to use vitality?"
The entire kitchen was filled with smoke, choking Lin Chen's face with tears.
"Hehe, vitality doesn't need to be cultivated? Is there anything wrong with using earthly fireworks?"
Ling'er's little face was covered with a few streaks of black dust, and she blinked her big eyes with an expression of precious energy.
Looking at the other party's innocent expression, Lin Chen had an urge to die.
"She is still a child. You can't be angry with her. It's definitely not because she's cute. It's definitely not because she's cute and cute."
He knelt down and taught himself. After a while, the fire became more intense and the smoke in the kitchen became much lighter.
"Remember? Don't make trouble for me again."
"I have to do more, those bastards will never miss this opportunity."
He knew very well that those children were foodies. They would secretly hide the food in their pockets while eating, and they would not forget to pack it when things were done.
"Hehe, brother Lin Chen is so awesome."
Ling'er clapped her hands and applauded, looking like she admired you so much, but Lin Chen ignored her.
Returning to the desk and continuing to busy with his own affairs, there was a sudden noise outside the door.
"Uncle Lin, are you busy? I see there are some weeds in your yard. I'll help you deal with them first."
"Uncle, is the pile of gravel by your pond useful? If not, I can help you deal with it."
Ahu Erniu, who arrived first, glanced at the kitchen and started busying himself without waiting for Lin Chen's answer.
He looked as if he was afraid that others would take the lead and he would have no work to do.
"Hey, Uncle Lin, let me rub it for you. Xiao Qingxue, I'm really awesome."
Four-year-old Xiao Qingxue looked at Lin Chen who was busy kneading dough, brought a stool, and looked at the snow-white flour with a smile.
Saliva couldn't stop overflowing from the corner of his mouth. He patted his little hand that was reaching for the chopping board and said wordlessly: "Go help your sister Ling'er make a fire. I don't need help."
The entire yard resounded with cheerful slapstick sounds. Half an hour later, the smell of meat came from the kitchen. They were so excited that they pawed their hands and waited quietly.
Looking straight at the kitchen, Ahu and Erniu swallowed hard and rubbed their hungry stomachs.
Happy time is always short-lived, and three days pass quietly in the blink of an eye.
Lin Chen, who was sitting on the top floor of the attic, looked at the bright moon outside the window and fell into deep thought.
There are three thousand avenues and forty-nine Tianyans, one of which escapes.
According to Master Ling'er, he needs to choose a great path.
Then walk on firmly, continue to gain enlightenment on the great road, and realize a path suitable for your own practice.
After a few days of contemplation, I fell into a dilemma.
Three Thousand Avenues, once chosen, there is no turning back. No matter whether it is right or wrong, you can only go all the way to the end.
If you change your mind midway and want to rebuild other avenues, your Taoist heart will collapse and the foundation of Taoism will be destroyed.
At worst, he will be stupid and crazy all his life, like a walking corpse.
Which road is Lin Chen's? He is not like other Yuanqi monks, and his life span is only a few decades.
In the past few decades, countless people have not even touched the threshold of the great road.
He, Lin Chen, prides himself on being extremely intelligent, but he is still self-aware. He is confident, but not arrogant.
Thinking back on everything I have experienced over the years, I finally gave up on deducing one thing.
Coming to Tianyuan Continent must be closely related to Xiaoding, but it is not something he can see through at the moment.
"Just think of you as a reminder of my longing for grandma."
Holding the mini bronze tripod tightly, he gently released it, looked at the mysterious rune, sighed, and put it in his arms.
There will eventually be no going back, so make peace with it now that you have come.
Figure it all out and untie your knots.
For a moment, I felt a lot more relaxed all over, and turned my head to look at the Bing Wentian Sword.
sword!
The King of Hundreds of Soldiers, born into a noble family, it can be said that he grew up playing with various swords.
I have always had a deep affection for swords.
Even though he is now in Tianyuan Continent, he still has a dream in his heart to travel to the end of the world with his sword.
"Wentian Sword!"
"Wentian Sword!"
Lin Chen held the scabbard tightly and looked at Wentian firmly with his eyes.
At this time, Lin Chen exuded an inexplicable aura, and a sense of awe burst out from him.
The clothes are flowing automatically in the wind, the hair is fluttering in the wind, and the aura of Chenchen is like a sword fairy coming to the dust.
The sound of fighting came from Wentian in the sheath, and it was vibrating violently, as if it was alive.
"Qiang!"
Lin Chen excitedly pulled out Wentian, and a surge of overwhelming pride arose spontaneously.
I couldn't help being so heroic, and I couldn't help but sigh.
Life is only a few decades, and as a man, you should be like this sword, with uprightness as the handle, and breaking as the blade.
The sword is the king of a hundred weapons, and man is the master of all things.
A strong man has a three-foot sword at his waist, and a man has five carts of books in his belly.
Above you have the ambition to dominate the world, and below you have the spirit of elegance and humility.
Although the souls buried under your blade are unknown, you are not a murder weapon. You are the sustenance of a chivalrous spirit and the inheritance of an artistic conception.
Punishing evil and promoting good, hoeing the strong and supporting the weak, without fear of life or death, even ordinary people should be free and happy.
Even if this life lasts for decades, I will come here with pleasure, and I will leave with pleasure, wielding my sword to the end of the world, and rejoicing in grudges.
Wentian exuded a burst of sword light, as if he had found a fellow disciple, and he was arguing excitedly.
"Perhaps the road to the great road is his final destination."
Deep in the ancestral hall, several old men were alarmed by Haoran's sword energy. They looked at Lin Chen, taking in all this, and took a deep breath helplessly.
Lin Chen can always bring them unexpected surprises, but who would have thought that the road they avoid is the most suitable for him?
“The more I live, the more I go back.”
The Eighth Patriarch sighed. He was nearly a thousand years old and could not live as long as a child.
"Yes, the longer you live, the easier it is to be shackled by the world."
I noticed a gust of breeze coming, carrying wisps of fragrance.
Lin Chen sheathed his sword and bowed to the void.
"Junior pays homage to senior."
This fragrance belongs exclusively to Master Ling'er, a mysterious and powerful man who saw through his predicament with just one word.
"Yes, Haoran's righteousness makes him suitable for the path of swordsmanship."
"Thank you for the compliment, senior."
These powerful people all recognized their choice, and Lin Chen was a little happy in his heart. It seemed that he had made the right choice.
"This is your creation. It's a good practice. I hope you won't lose the reputation of this method."
A scroll of unknown material floated slowly in the void.
Lin Chen bowed again and looked forward to seeing what kind of thing it was. Even the seniors called it good fortune.
