Dongfang Qianmo nodded slightly.
Su Qingmo was surprised: “Since you can discover us, then your current cultivation level…”
Jing Lin’s mouth showed a bitter smile: “If I fall into such a field, what kind of cultivation can I have? It’s just by feeling it with the intent of the sword.”
Su Qingmo gave him a pill again: “As the head of the Sword Lord Valley, how could you fall into such a field? This black iron has been forbidden, right? But according to your sword intent, you should be able to break free.”
Jing Lin’s eyes were turbid, and he looked at the dark sky: “If I really can escape, how could I be trapped here for hundreds of years and wait for death?”
Dongfang Qianmo pulled out the long sword from his waist and wanted to cut open the iron chain, but there was no such thing. The Taoist sword had a blunt mouth.
Su Qingmo shook his head and stopped him. Only the secret recipe can be used to unlock this mysterious iron. Unless it is an immortal weapon, it is really difficult to cut it open!
“Is Lin Yuankun colluding with the demons?” Su Qingmo stared at Jing Lin’s eyes.
The turbid and dead eyes flashed, and Jing Lin looked at Su Qingmo in surprise: “How could you know about the demons?”
After feeding him dozens of pills, his face finally turned bloody.
Su Qingmo threw several medicine bottles to Dongfang Qianmo and asked him to apply medicine to Jing Lin’s wound. He sat by the blood pool: “The demon nightmare is suppressing in the Tianhe River. Dongfang and I are both from the Fire Cloud Kingdom. We have met unexpectedly many times before!”
“Is it that the seal of Tianhe loosened?” Jing Lin’s face was solemn, but he murmured softly: “No, it shouldn’t be. Are their steps so fast?”
“Senior, everything about the demon clan is important, please don’t hide it!” Su Qingmo said politely, but his eyes were very sharp.
Jing Lin was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, “Tianxuan Sect actually has geniuses like you. She is so bold at a young age and has extraordinary talent. Her future is limitless!”
Su Qingmo frowned slightly.
Jing Lin looked at the small medicine bottle on Dongfang Qianmo’s hand: “Don’t use such a good medicine on me, the dying person. Since you can come here, you have not been discovered by my evil disciple. It must be that there is something extraordinary. It’s okay, it’s okay to tell you!”
Then, Jing Lin lay on the ground and told them a little story.
The protagonist of the story is Lin Yuankun.
Two hundred years ago, Jing Lin, who was the head of Jianzun Valley, passed through a small town and saw Lin Yuankun with the sword spirit root. He immediately saw Lie Xinxi, took him back to the sect, and took him as his eldest disciple, taking care of him every day and teaching him all his money!
The monks in the Jianzun Valley are pure-minded and are mostly alone in their swordsmanship and are not good at talking.
Lin Yuankun grew up in a small town. When he was young, his family was poor.
He had done everything and treated him as a beggar for a year. At a young age, he could observe his words and expressions, and he had more thoughts than these sword cultivators in Jianzun Valley!
Jing Lin has persuaded him many times, but when he was young, he was still unsightly even if Lin Yuankun had enough food and clothing and became a respected senior brother!