Jianmen, why does this name feel so strange?

Fan Li complained in his heart, and then said to Li Gang: "Since you know that the spirit gate is closed, why do you still want to find me? I am already an ordinary person. Even this spiritual sword has nothing magical except being a little harder."

Fan Li threw the wood to Li Gang casually. He came to search overnight, just for this spiritual sword, so he just wanted to enjoy it.

Li Gang took the spiritual sword, stroked the patterns on it with his hands, and his eyes were full of confusion. Since he learned to read, he has been practicing swordsmanship under the guidance of his master, in order to achieve enlightenment and ascend to the Lingmen and become an immortal before the Dharma-Ending Age. However, even his master has been practicing hard for a long time but has not entered the realm of sword-making. How difficult is it for him to become an immortal?

When the spirit gate was closed, the master cried and shouted like crazy for a whole night, and finally fainted for half a month. After waking up, the master no longer had the energy he had before, and lived a lot of alcohol all day long, just an old and dying person.

Although Li Gang was determined to seek immortality, he had not fallen too deep and could wake up from the despair of the immortal path. However, his master had been pursuing the immortal path all his life. Although he had not become a psychopath, he was still inseparable. Perhaps, this spiritual sword could once again arouse his spiritual wisdom and at least enjoy a lifetime.

After hearing Li Gang's request, Fan Li immediately agreed: "All of them are fellow members, and those who should be gang must help. Besides, I am also very curious about what the legendary cultivation sect looks like."

In Fan Li's imagination, the cultivation sect should naturally be a blessed place, either majestic or as beautiful as a fairyland. However, what is surprising is that Li Gang's so-called Sword Gate is actually a dilapidated house. Although the plaque of "Sword Gate" is hung on the wall, it looks as old-fashioned as a certain temple without any momentum.

When I came here, a landlady was still scolding a girl: "Looking at your three grandparents and grandchildren, you rented them to you cheaply, but they had to delay the rent for two months! I am just kind-hearted, otherwise I would have driven you away! What era is it, and I still open a martial arts school? Nowadays, people will learn the fashionable karate and taekwondo. Who is going to play swordsmanship?"

The poor cultivation sect was a sect, but a landlady was not worthy of any face. Although the girl looked angry, she still smiled and said, "Thank you aunt. For a few more days, Brother Gang will pay the salary immediately and will pay it back at that time."

It was not until the landlady left that Li Gang dared to come out and said to Fan Li: "I'm laughing."

After the cultivation of the truth is gone, life has to continue. Cultivators also have to start working in the world. Unfortunately, Li Gang, who has no education, can only find jobs such as security guards, and his life is naturally very difficult.

Seeing Li Gang, the girl ran over with a smile: "Senior Brother!"

OK, this is someone’s junior sister. Without the cultivation of the junior sister, it would be incomplete.

After the introduction, Fan Li finally gained a deeper understanding of the so-called Sword Sect. There were only three people left in total, including the master Bai Shanren, the eldest brother Li Gang, and the younger sister Bai Ling. It is said that the Sword Sect is already a major sect, and other small sects may not even be left with such a few people, and they all disappear into the long river of history.

Bai Ling did not have much obsession with cultivation. When he saw Ling Jian, he was surprised and said nothing more. He focused on Li Gang. He heard that it was possible to cure his grandfather's heart disease, so he cheered and took the wooden sword to find his grandfather who was drunk on the bed.

"Grandpa, grandpa, senior brother has found the spirit sword!"

The old man, who was already drunk, got up when he heard the word "Spiritual Sword" and stood up, holding his shaking body, and walked towards Bai Ling step by step. Bai Ling hurriedly ran over and handed the Spiritual Sword over.

The old man's old hands kept rubbing the wood, tears streaming in his eyes, and he couldn't even say a word. For many years, the spiritual sword only existed in the sect's classics, and no one had seen it with his own eyes. In the end, the disciples withered, and only he still believed in the ancient legend. But he didn't expect that he finally saw the spiritual sword, but after the spiritual gate was closed, he was really lucky.

Even so, the old man was satisfied: "I am right, I am right, there is indeed a sword immortal in the world! Woo woo woo woo woo woo, I have not been a joke for the past seventy years!"

I don’t know who the old man was talking to, but his eyes already had a sense of spirit and no longer had the same confusion as before. After Li Gang brought Fan Li in, he even tidied up his clothes and restored his momentum to the past.

The road to cultivation is long, and those who are capable are the masters. Therefore, although the old man is in his seventies, he still stubbornly held the etiquette of his disciples in front of Fan Li, and was even more stubborn than Li Gang, and he didn't listen to it no matter how he said it. After all, he was an old man who was practicing cultivation, and he was very serious about this and did not carefreely or freely for young people.

Fan Li endured the awkwardness and told in detail about his experience of cultivating immortality. Of course, he did not say that he had a strange superpower, but only said that he could see the existence of spiritual objects, so it was so easy to cultivate immortality. By chance, he got the sword-casting formula, and then he truly stepped into the threshold of cultivation.

Perhaps people who practice cultivation believe in adventures and opportunities, so they actually believe in this.

After sighing for a while, Baishanren said, "The Lingmen has been closed and the immortal road is cut off, but the obsession in my heart still lingers in my heart. I wonder if my senior can teach us the sword-making formula. Even if we are no longer able to achieve the immortal path, we can pass on it. One day, my swordsman will be able to regain the glory of the past."

Hearing this, Fan Li scratched his head a little embarrassedly. When the Baishanren saw Fan Li's appearance, he sighed and said, "Yes, the immortal family is worthy of treasure, and those who are destined to be obtained. We have no immortal fate and no use at all. It is normal for seniors to be unwilling to teach, but juniors are abrupt."

Fan Li shook his hand and said, "No, no. This... I forgot the mantra. But don't worry, I remember it was written in a notebook. When I go back and look for it, I will copy one and send it to you."

As soon as these words were said, the three cultivators were stunned. Forgot, that was the formula for making swords!? The things engraved in the bones of the swordsman can be forgotten? Even this is the senior who has broken through the swordsman realm. How could such a senior who is so Ma Daha?

Looking at the expressions of the three of them, Fan Li became even more embarrassed. He always didn't cherish what he got easily. How could he know how precious this mantra was? After all, what LV2 sword cultivator got can't be a high-level secret book no matter how he thought about it.

It is said that this sword gate is too miserable, and even the sword-casting formula is lost. So when he learned that Fan Li was willing to give the formula, Bai Shanren immediately took his two disciples to give the gift of three kneeling and nine kowtows, and insisted on recognizing Fan Li as the leader of the sword gate.
Chapter completed!