A Niang said to be careful of those fairies!

Then she started to eat, and Lin Xuan noticed that her eyebrows were twisted into a knot, which did not look good.

It turns out that you also know that what you cook is not delicious!

In other words, the egg my mother gave me was of high quality, and the original deliciousness of the ingredients could not be completely covered up, otherwise I would have suffered serious internal injuries today.

If one egg is shared by three people, especially three people with high cultivation level, it seems too little and they will finish the egg very quickly. The divine egg is an extraordinary thing and even if it tastes bad when cooked, it does not affect the benefits after eating it.

Lin Xuan had the lowest cultivation among the three people, so he felt it the most deeply. His blood and energy suddenly became loose, which was the result of several days of body training.

When he felt the active surging of blood and magic power, Ji Yingxuan put down her bowl and chopsticks and said meaningfully, "Junior sister, you are really not suitable for cooking. You hurt Master's taste buds when you cooked for him before. I didn't expect that after so many years, your cooking skills have not improved."

Chang He, who was originally satisfied with the result, immediately looked stiff. Her senior sister gave sharp comments on her craftsmanship, but she could not treat her like her nephew.

Helplessly, she smiled and said, "Sister, don't blame me. I was busy practicing. Usually, others cooked for me, so I didn't have the opportunity to practice. Although many years have passed, I have rarely cooked."

"So what if a few times? You are a primordial spirit. How many times have you cooked? Don't you know the simple points like seasoning and heat? You are really not suitable for cooking." Ji Yingxuan felt her stomach churning and twitching. Her realm was so profound that she had returned to nature, so her body's resistance was more obvious than Lin Xuan's.

This abnormal feeling will not harm your body, but it is real.

"I understand, Senior Sister." Chang He lowered her head, feeling frustrated. She was obviously very smart, but why was it that when she picked up the kitchen utensils, she became confused and her thinking was blocked?

"Okay, both of you go out. I want to rest." After cleaning up the table, Ji Yingxuan got up and walked into the room. Only Lin Xuan and Changhe were left in the yard.

"Sister, please have a good rest." Chang'e said, then walked out of the dojo with her nephew.

"Ah!" Lin Xuan was suddenly held, half of his cheek sunk into the softness, and the depressed expression on his face could not be concealed. He had just suffered a great injury, and his mouth was dry due to the salty taste.

Chang He glared at him fiercely: "Senior Sister didn't say anything about me, but you started to criticize me first. You are so bold!"

"Hey, hey, girl, I'm not making fun of you, I'm just giving you some advice. Good advice hurts!" He was carried to the next door dojo, where they sat opposite each other in the main hall.

Chang He let Lin Xuan go. It was not worth making things difficult for him. She also felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach at the moment.

After drinking the tea to ease the discomfort in her stomach, she said casually, "I brought you here for something."

Lin Xuan's face moved, thinking of the previous times when his wife told him that there was something, it was usually good news, such as when she bestowed upon him the earth-grade martial arts, and later gave him the Thunder Pearl, the Holy Sword Mountain, the body-refining fire, etc. Is there another good thing this time?

"You go ahead." He nodded, showing the girl that he was all ears.

Chang He stood up, turned left and right, paced back and forth, and the light in her eyes changed.

"Do you know about the Sword Test Competition?" Finally, she glanced at Lin Xuan sideways, opened her red lips, and uttered an unfamiliar word.

"I don't know." Lin Xuan shook his head. He stayed at the mountain gate all year round. His mother never told him about what was happening outside, and he seldom took the initiative to find out. The farthest place he walked out of the mountain gate was the border of the sect's territory and he entered the secret realm.

He mainly practiced hard on weekdays, and the people in the mountain gate also satisfied his need to make friends, so he was not eager to learn about the affairs of Xuanhe Realm.

He is now in the middle and late stages of Yongquan, gradually approaching the ninth level, and has the initial strength to go out and explore the world.

The Sword Testing Competition, just by hearing the name, must be related to kendo, just like Holy Sword Mountain.

"The Sword Test Conference will begin in a year, and it is intended for sword practitioners to discuss and exchange ideas. You are practicing the Heavenly Palace Sword Technique that is passed down from me and my senior sister, and your achievements are outstanding. You should go to the Sword Test Conference to broaden your horizons. You should prepare more this year, and I will tell you where to participate when the time comes."

There was a deep look in Chang He's eyes, and she vaguely regarded Lin Xuan as the face of the sect in this sword test conference.

Chapter 30 Let that woman take the lead

Ding! Ding! Keng!

In the cold hall, the two men attacked with swords, and the sharp blades of the two swords collided, creating fierce sparks.

Ever since the sword-testing competition was mentioned a few days ago, Chang He had been intending to train Lin Xuan in his killer sword moves and strengthen the methods he had mastered. One year is very short from the perspective of a cultivator's life span, and there may not be many breakthroughs, but it is better to sharpen your sword before the battle; even if it's quick, it's better.

The Tiangong Sword Art is the core inheritance of the Xuannv Palace. It is not only a fundamental technique related to cultivation, but also a powerful offensive spell. Hundreds of sword moves can be connected into a sword dance, brewing a powerful sword light.

After learning the Heavenly Palace Sword Art for more than ten years, Lin Xuan has now reached the level where he can integrate the entire sword dance smoothly and seamlessly into every move in the fight. The sword intent comes from his heart, and there is no need for power-accumulating techniques, but the power is no different from the power-accumulating style.

After fighting with him for more than ten moves, Chang He's eyebrows became more and more furrowed. Why did it feel like Xuan'er's sword style had changed a lot?

Even though several years had passed since their last sparring and she had taught him some moves, she still remembered clearly his sword-wielding style at that time. How could it have changed so much in just a few years?

The change is big, and it was nothing originally, but why does his style now have a strong sense of déjà vu?

After exchanging more than a dozen moves, Chang He suddenly realized that Xuan'er's sword moves revealed a poetic and picturesque feeling, and the natural ink and wash style, which was completely another core inherited style of this sect!

"Stop!" She immediately put away her sword and stopped the fight between the two. Seeing this, Lin Xuan immediately put his sword behind him and stopped attacking.

The gap in realm was too big, and he knew he couldn't do anything to the girl, so he used all his strength just now. Every time he attacked with powerful sword energy, she easily blocked it, and his strength was easily subdued.

"What's wrong, little girl?" Lin Xuan asked nervously after putting away the Qingxia Sword. At the same time, he secretly reflected on what went wrong with the moves he had just made against the little girl. After thinking over and over again, he still couldn't come to a conclusion. After more than ten years of polishing, his sword moves system is becoming more and more mature and complete.

After hesitating for a while, she finally said, "There are some things in your sword that are different from the Heavenly Palace Sword Technique, the meaning of poetry, painting and Taoism. Who taught you this?"

She was a little uncertain. The art of poetry and painting was another core inheritance of Xuannv Palace. Painting refers to paintings in the literal sense, while poetry refers solely to poems on famous paintings. It is narrower in meaning than the broader concept of poetry and is more like a part of a painting. The core is in the painting.

She keenly smelled the traces of ink emanating from Lin Xuan's sword energy. He must have learned the art of painting from someone and integrated it into his sword!

"Painting?" Lin Xuan scratched his head and pondered for a moment. Then his mind came to his senses and he began to think about the meaning of poetry and painting.

Until he remembered that a long time ago, his mother-in-law gave him a ring, which contained a memory of his mother-in-law performing kendo. She used the sword to perform painting, which gave him some insights.

Paintings, famous paintings, with splashes of ink, seamless, layered, and carefully constructed, copying a corner of the world. If it is interpreted with a sword, complexity becomes the background, forming a majestic trend, overwhelming in the form of a painting, and the killing power increases dramatically, so he split some elements and integrated them into his own swordsmanship.

After carefully organizing his words, Lin Xuan explained: "My dear, you should know that I have formed a partnership with several of my senior and junior sisters, right?"

Chang He nodded and motioned for him to continue. Could it be that the other inheritance he possessed was related to those girls?

He continued, "One of them is a true senior sister. I met her when I was in the outer sect and developed a relationship for several years. Later, we became partners in the inner sect. Her master is half my mother-in-law, so we know each other. By chance, we met before we got married."

"My mother-in-law came to me before and gave me a ring and her sword memory. She interpreted her way with the sword and said that she would give me a model to learn by analogy. It would be a gift for me to marry her apprentice."

When Lin Xuan said this, a figure immediately appeared in Chang He's mind. She was graceful and beautiful, with a dreamlike figure and impressive music. She knew who Lin Xuan's four female companions belonged to.

"Yu Qingmiao? Why would she give her insights into the Tao to Xuan'er? She is not Xuan'er's master." Changhe murmured to herself.

At first she thought it was her uncle who taught Xuan'er the method of entry. After all, she had learned from her senior sister that the Heavenly Palace Sword Technique that Xuan'er mastered was taught by her own master. It seemed normal for her uncle to come out and teach Xuan'er, but he said it was someone else.

In fact, it was not a big deal. After a simple understanding, Chang He let it go. She had no conflicts or intersections with Yu Qingmiao. Since Yu Qingmiao was Xuan'er's mother-in-law, she let it go.

"Come on, let's continue." She didn't say anything else. She asked Lin Xuan to draw his sword so that she could instruct him.

He felt puzzled and suppressed his doubts in his heart. He grasped the sword again and attacked the girl with powerful sword moves.

Afterwards, Chang He felt uncomfortable after tasting the extra things in Lin Xuan's swordsmanship.

It is true that Yu Qingmiao is Xuan'er's mother-in-law, and is half-relative to her, which increases the legality, but she is Xuan'er's master. In her eyes, Yu Qingmiao teaching him a new interpretation of the sword is tantamount to crossing the line and exceeding her authority.

Humph! At first, I thought Xuan Er had excellent comprehension and was not lacking in perception, so I focused on supporting him with resources and didn't teach him much about swordsmanship. I never thought that Yu Qingmiao, that woman, would get ahead of me!

The strength in her hands increased a lot, making Lin Xuan tired of parrying. Sometimes, because of the powerful force, his lower body became unstable, interrupting the continuity of his sword moves, and the sword was even deflected when he stabbed out.

The girl's expression became so scary. Was she directing me or making fun of myself?

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As the sword-contest competition approached, Lin Xuan's life became busy. He practiced martial arts, Taoist techniques, alchemy, and body training. He visited his mother every few days to ask her for advice on swordsmanship. Sometimes he even had to practice horse riding with his sisters. His twelve hours a day were extremely tight.

He simply stopped sleeping. He was in the Yongquan stage anyway, his mind and spirit were transforming, and he was full of energy. It would be okay for him to go without rest for a long time. Moreover, practicing and absorbing spiritual energy every day would relieve the fatigue of his mind and spirit.

In the Yusun Mountain Cave, Lin Xuan walked out of the alchemy room and called Zhang Miaotong, Dongxue and the other three.

Shu Yixiang has been in deep seclusion, so Lin Xuan can't contact her.

In the main hall, three women surrounded him. Dongxue was behind him, putting her hands on Lin Xuan's shoulders to exert strength. Zhang Miaotong and Ling Huaiyin sat on either side of him, massaging his calves with their small hands.

"You three, these are the pills for this period of time." He threw out three storage bags, containing dozens of Qi Refining Pills and dozens of Qi Gathering Powders. These were considered top-level resources. Sister Huaiyin was very close to the twelfth floor and was in great need of resource support.

Although the twelfth level is much weaker than the thirteenth level, it is still a top-level field. Sister Huaiyin has the qualifications of an outer sect. Without special opportunities, she may only be able to reach the eleven and a half levels in this life and find it difficult to enter the twelfth level.

Anyway, there is still plenty of time, so Lin Xuan asked her to wait a while. If there is an ultimate treasure, it may be able to help her enter the twelfth floor.

Holding the storage bag, Zhang Miaotong couldn't help but ask, "Brother, you've been out almost every day recently. What's the important matter?"

Lin Xuan paused, and subconsciously put his hand on the back of his head and covered it: "My mother is back, I went to see her."

"Ah?" The three women exclaimed in surprise. They had all seen the mother-in-law and had some impression of her. They thought she was a powerful woman who was not easy to deal with. The reason they were surprised was that they didn't know that the mother-in-law had left the sect. They had never visited her.

If they take the initiative to visit someone without being summoned, they always feel that they will suffer, so they dare not go.

Chapter 31 Departure

Time flies, and I visit my home, my mother, and my younger sister. I practice some more, feel the ingenuity of my younger sisters, or visit Aunt Guan. Time flies and it comes to a year later.

Huge changes occurred in one year. The remaining spells of Lin Xuan broke through to the supernatural power realm. They could be executed instantly with just a thought. The power and casting speed were incomparable to those at the great success realm.

At present, there are only a few Taoist arts that have not yet been perfected. The fundamental skill, Heavenly Palace Sword Skill, is still at the great success stage, and needs an opportunity to glimpse the realm of perfection. The Nine Revolutions Sacred Decision, which is used to forge and strengthen the magical power, is still lingering in the fifth revolution stage. The magical power has undergone five transformations due to the skills and has become extremely powerful.

Another great connection sacred method rewarded by the system, entering the realm of minor success, made him feel that the Qingxia Sword was as easy to use as his arm. After minor success, he even sensed the emotions of the magic weapon? There was a faint tendency for the mind and the magic sword to be combined, and the power of the sword was greatly enhanced every time it was drawn.

Perhaps at this time, he had just mastered the Qingxia Sword.

Now, his cultivation has also broken through the seventh level of Yongquan, which is not difficult. His magic power, qi, blood, and soul have been improved several times, and the killing power of his moves that involve these three has skyrocketed.

In one year, due to the high grade of Ice Mist Pill, he was unable to refine an elixir of good quality, and only obtained some top-grade Ice Mist Pills of the third grade. He had to go to participate in the Sword Trial Conference, and although it would take several years for the Danxian Fire Sea to be suitable for entry, what if something unexpected happened during the Sword Trial Conference and he was unable to return in time?

So Lin Xuan found Xia Nuanqiu and Guan Xiangyue, and gave them some high-quality high-quality Ice Mist Pills and some spirit stones respectively, so that they could be prepared for any unexpected events. If he encountered any unexpected event while participating in the Sword Trial Conference and could not return in time, they should first go to the Danxian Fire Sea to get the fire-based spiritual objects.

After several refusals and strong requests, the spirit stones and some elixirs were finally given to them.

So, after making general preparations, Lin Xuan set off for the sword-testing conference.

There was a small town outside the mountain gate of Xuannv Palace. When Xiaoniang and her mother passed through the town, they landed on the ground and said goodbye at the plaque of the town.

She has fair skin, a medium build, cheeks as red as fresh lychees, a nose as smooth as goose fat, she is gentle and silent, her cherry lips are just parted, and her eyes are about to flow, which makes people yearn for her.

The moment the two of them appeared in the town, they attracted a lot of attention.

The two peerless beauties were ethereal and independent, and their majesty as superiors was obvious, and their aura was vague and uncertain. Therefore, even the boldest cultivators in the past became honest and cautious at this moment.

No one dared to disturb the three people's farewell, and a no-man's land was formed at the place where the plaque at the entrance of the town was, with only the three of them left.

After a long time, Ji Yingxuan hugged Lin Xuan and embraced the child with her broad heart. This time he was going on a long journey alone, which was the first time since she brought him back to the sect.

Although he had left the mountain gate several times before, he had never gone beyond the large territory of the sect.

Feeling the tenderness and beauty of his mother, Lin Xuan also calmed down. He tightened his arms behind his back and boldly expressed his closeness to his mother.

Chang He stood by, watching the two people hugging each other affectionately, and always felt that an important part was missing. Alas! She was missing! She was Lin Xuan's wife, and she loved her senior sister. How could it be without her?

And her heart is just as broad, so she deserves to be included!

So she opened her arms wide and hugged them both from the outside, causing Ji Yingxuan to glare at her in reproach.

I'm talking to Xuan'er, why are you joining in?

Chang He glared back and said, “I also want to talk, please don’t be so overbearing, senior sister!”

She is in the late stage of Yuanshen and is much stronger than Ji Yingxuan. Considering that Lin Xuan is in the innermost part and surrounded by the love of the two elders, Ji Yingxuan does not react strongly to her.

After a moment, the three of them stood apart. Chang He reached out and patted Lin Xuan's head, but Ji Yingxuan knocked her hand away.

"Hiss! Senior Sister, you hurt me!" Chang He retracted her hand with a gloomy look, returning to nature. Her physical sensations were very similar to those of ordinary people.

"Don't pat Xuan'er's head. It doesn't look serious. What if something goes wrong?" Ji Yingxuan scolded. It was her turn to reach out and put her hand on Lin Xuan's cheek. Her jade hand was warm and delicate, exuding a faint and elegant fragrance.

"Your mother and I will not go to the sword testing conference this time. There are other elders in charge there. You just need to go there alone according to our planned route. Don't worry about any accidents on the way." She turned to Lin Xuan and gave him some instructions.

A long time ago, Chang He said that the Sword Test Competition would start in a year. This was not an accurate number. She reserved time for Lin Xuan to travel. Lin Xuan had just reached the seventh level of Yongquan, and the distance between the venue of this Sword Test Competition and Xuannv Palace was too far for him.

"Xuan'er, remember to give a good performance and don't waste your talent. The overall impression in the sect will be much better. You don't have to worry about not being able to compare with other geniuses in your cultivation. The sect will judge based on your performance in your specific realm." Chang He also had something to say. She advised Lin Xuan from the perspective of the sect and didn't want him to hide his shortcomings.

After all, in terms of talent alone, Lin Xuan is the strongest and most outstanding disciple of Xuannv Palace. He is at the thirteenth level of the three paths. How many years does it take for a holy land to produce one? Maybe it will take tens of thousands of years to have a chance to see one.

Every powerful person in the Xuanhe Realm throughout the ages, and even the giants in the endless void and myriad worlds, is related to the ultimate realm of the thirteenth floor.

"I understand, girl. I will try my best to give my best performance!" Lin Xuan assured Chang He with a firm look in his eyes.

This year, he was often taught swordsmanship by her, and later even faced death! It was too much like her, and every time it was a challenge to his heart. Under the huge pressure from her, his fighting skills improved dramatically, and how to strike the enemy with the most accurate sword gradually became instinct.

At this time, Ji Yingxuan said: "The Sword Trial Conference will definitely attract many sword geniuses. Most sword cultivators are upright and righteous. You can make your own judgment and make more friends. The same is true for the immortal path. More friends mean more paths."

"Just wait for the opportunity, mother." Lin Xuan said goodbye to them again and again, turned around and took out a flying boat.

This is a small flying boat that Lin Xuan had customized with the sect's weapon-refining disciples. Its speed is about 60% to 70% of his physical body's full burst speed. It consumes spirit stones, and although its speed is not as fast as flying by itself, it is very durable.

After all, the sword-testing competition was held far away, and it would be troublesome to fly only by physical body. He would have to stop and walk halfway to recover his mana, which would waste time.

In order to store the flying boat, Lin Xuan also specially bought a large storage bag. After getting off the flying boat, he put the things into the storage bag and hung it around his waist.

After bidding farewell to his mother, he accelerated the speed of the flying boat, and flew hundreds of feet in one breath, heading straight to the west. In a short time, he covered hundreds of miles. During this time, he could see some small villages in the mountains below, or some settlements filled with demonic energy.

In the world of cultivating immortals, demons and ferocious beasts are collectively referred to as beasts. Not all beasts are bloodthirsty and carnivorous. Most of them practice pure cultivation. In addition, most areas ruled by humans will consciously disperse the bloodthirsty and ferocious demons, so along the way you can see many mountains, forests and swamps where humans and demons live together.

Hundreds of miles later, Lin Xuan saw a new town. When he passed over the small hill next to the town, his eyes were stunned. He quickly descended and landed on the hill. The flying boat was moving very fast. In his eyes, a figure flashed by on the hill.