"What's wrong with the young master?" The disciple beside him couldn't help but say curiously when he saw Lin Ye's expression.

"This house was sold by me when I left Yangzhou City in the past." Lin Ye said with a smile.

However, although it is the same house, the layout is different.

"That's a coincidence." Hearing Lin Ye's words, the young disciple couldn't help but feel surprised.

After sending Lin Ye into the courtyard, the disciple then surrendered.

"Zhenzhen, now with your martial arts cultivation, it is enough to be a first-class self-protection in the world." Looking at Wei Zhenzhen in the courtyard, Lin Ye suddenly spoke.

"Sir, you?" Wei Zhenzhen's face changed when he heard Lin Ye's words.

"I'm going to go to Cihang Jingzhai in two months to see what is magical about Cihang Sword Book in the rumored way. Then I will leave the Central Plains and go to Goguryeo to challenge Fu Cailin." Looking at Wei Zhenzhen, Lin Ye spoke.

"You are not useful to follow me, you are just wasting your time in vain." Looking at Wei Zhenzhen who wanted to speak, Lin Ye shook his head gently and then turned around and walked into the room.

With his lips pursed, Wei Zhenzhen looked at Lin Ye's back, and his eyes suddenly turned red, and then his head lowered slightly.

Lin Ye, who entered the room, walked slowly to the bed, sat down on the bed and sighed.

Looking at the paper window, I didn't know what I was thinking, then shook my head gently, closed my eyes slightly and stopped thinking about it.

Wei Zhenzhen is just a passerby in his life pursuing swordsmanship, and he is just a passerby in Wei Zhenzhen's life, that's all.

Three months later, Lin Ye was left alone on the Jiang boat. Originally, Lin Ye was planning to send Wei Zhenzhen to the Dugu family in Luoyang, but Wei Zhenzhen was unwilling to do so, but Lin Ye escorted him to Luoyang and lived in Fan Caiqi's home.

Then Lin Ye took a river boat to go along the river west.

After two days, I landed on the shore in front of the Tiger Leaping Gorge, and changed to land. After arriving at Shiguwan, known as the first bay of the Yangtze River, I went down the south of the Yangtze River to Yumeng Mountain in the east.

Cihang Jingzhai is in this Yumeng Mountain.

Without people, outside the green mountains is the seemingly endless jungle.

I went up the mountain road and when I was halfway up the mountain, I saw stone plaques engraved on both sides of the mountain road, "Home is in the mountain, and I don't know where the clouds are deep."

After passing the stone plaque, I walked another three or four miles and saw seven large wooden doors standing in turn on the mountain road along the way, with lotus patterns on them.

Lin Yefang came to the wooden door, and suddenly the seven wooden doors opened automatically in turn. At the same time, a voice came from afar: "Prince Lin, please enter the mountain."

Her face remained unchanged, and Lin Ye slowly stepped onto the mountain gate of Cihang Jingzhai.

After passing through the seven wooden doors, I saw a wide square behind the square, which was the main hall ‘Cihang Hall’.

In front of Cihang Hall, a middle-aged woman in white was standing there with an ancient sword on her back as if waiting for Lin Ye’s arrival.

"Fan Qinghui." Lin Ye said, looking at the woman.

"Young Master Lin's purpose is already known." Looking at Lin Ye, Fan Qinghui spoke.

A classic book suddenly appeared in her hands.

"Just Master Lin only needs to agree to the next request for the "Cihang Sword Classic" and let the master refer to it." Fan Qinghui said to Lin Ye with a serious face.

"What are the requirements?" Lin Ye frowned slightly, and said.

"As long as Mr. Lin agrees not to participate in the full-scale secular struggle, and does not help any force, it is enough." Fan Qinghui looked at Lin Ye and said.

"You really don't have the capital to talk to me about the conditions." Looking at Fan Qinghui, Lin Ye shook his head gently.

Fan Qinghui's strength is not weaker than Zhu Yuyan. However, compared to Lin Ye, especially Lin Ye, who fought with Tiandao Song Que, was much inferior.

After hearing Lin Ye's words, Fan Qinghui's face changed.

"But I agree." Lin Ye said after looking at Fan Qinghui.

Lin Ye really had no idea about the secular power struggle.

"Thank you Fan Qinghui." His face relaxed, Fan Qinghui said with a respectful look. At the same time, he handed over the ancient poem in his hand to Lin Ye.

"This is not the original one. What I want to see is the former kiss of Dini." Before I read it, Lin Ye's tentacles' face changed just now, and she frowned and said in a frown.

In the past, Ning Daoqi borrowed a view of Cihang's sword scripture. He vomited blood and retreated. He could imagine that it must be unique, but the book is now ordinary, but the excerpt is not the original one.

Although the records are the same as the original content, that artistic conception cannot be inherited no matter what.

If Ning Daoqi saw that he was repelling blood, he was the excerpt from this book, Lin Ye would never believe it.

"Prince Lin, please follow me." When Fan Qinghui heard Lin Ye's words, he did not show any other expressions, but had already thought of this result. He took back the ancient score in Lin Ye's hand and turned to Lin Ye and said.

Then Fan Qinghui took Lin Ye toward a bush southwest of Cihang Hall.

When I walked through the jungle, I saw a small tower three-story high. The stone plaque at the entrance of the tower said three big words "Zangdian Tower".

Following Fan Qinghui into the tower, I saw that books were placed around me, but not all martial arts secrets, and there were also many genres of classics.

Whether it is Confucianism, Legalism, Taoism, Buddhist scriptures, this Buddhist scripture pagoda has reserves.

Fan Qinghui walked to the center, then fumbled on the ground for a while, then lifted the ground, and a deep dark grid appeared.

One of the sky-blue ancient scores was quietly placed there. There was no light in the tower, but this ancient score emitted a faint blue light.

Although it was for contact at first glance, Lin Ye had already felt the indescribable sword intent.

"This is the sword script that Jingzhai's ancestor Dini had in the past." Taking out the Cihang sword script from it, Fan Qinghui said to Lin Ye.

Without Fan Qinghui's words, Lin Ye also knew that this was the Cihang Sword Book written by Dini.

Although he had not read and contacted it personally, Lin Ye could also feel the sword intent contained in the Cihang Sword Book.

Although it has been hundreds of years, it is still distinct.

"Young Master Lin will do it." After handing over the Cihang Sword Book in his hand to Lin Ye, Fan Qinghui spoke, and then turned around and left the Zangdian Tower.

But he did not stop at all to supervise Lin Ye, and he was not worried that the most precious Cihang Sword Book in Cihang Jingzhai would be destroyed by Lin Ye.

Ignoring Fan Qinghui, Lin Ye took the Cihang Sword Draft and suddenly felt a slight tingling in his right hand. An invisible sword intent surrounded the Cihang Sword Draft. While feeling the sword energy, Lin Ye's long sword in his hand made a light sound.

The moment he opened the Cihang Sword Book, Lin Ye felt as if he had entered a world full of swords.

The mind vibrated, and the true qi in the body was stimulated and instantly stimulated.

At the same time, Lin Ye began to watch the Cihang Sword Classic.

When I turn the first page, there are only four big characters, and it is all white.

These four words are connected to "Sword Sword Technique on the Other Side".

There are thirteen chapters in the original sword scripture, and Lin Ye opens them one by one. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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