Chapter 201: Mr. Lin’s Son

The foundation of Shushan Sword Pavilion is much stronger than Meng Fan imagined.

As for the responsibility and pressure that Elder Lin mentioned, Meng Fan can't feel it for the time being.

Because it is not the time for him to take responsibility, and he does not have the ability now.

If the sky falls, Elder Lin will support it!

But at the same time, Meng Fan is also confident that when it is his turn to take responsibility in the future, he believes that he will have the ability.

After all, he is a cheater!

He still has this confidence.

Anyway, at this moment, Meng Fan is only happy after knowing that there are so many magic swords and immortal swords in the Sword Pavilion.

The origin of the sword in the future has been settled!

The origin of the sword of a magic sword must be equivalent to the origin of the sword of a thousand spiritual swords.

As for the immortal sword, it is even more outrageous.

Meng Fan once absorbed the origin of the sword of the demon-suppressing sword, but that was a sealed demon-suppressing sword. Compared with the real immortal sword, there is a world of difference and cannot be compared.

If one day, Meng Fan could touch a real immortal sword, the origin of the sword obtained there would be at least comparable to 10,000 spiritual swords.

However, that was too far away!

To pull out the immortal sword, not to mention the strength of the head, at least you have to have the strength of Elder Lin, right?

When he returned to the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, Meng Fan was still thinking about the divine swords and immortal swords on the fifth floor of the Sword Pavilion.

He had never even touched these swords.

It was not that Elder Lin did not let him touch them, but that he did not dare to touch them.

If he touched them, he would probably die!

Even if Elder Lin protected him, there would be a risk of death.

"I have to practice hard and strive to control these divine swords and immortal swords as soon as possible. No, there is no need to control them, as long as I can barely touch them!" Meng Fan muttered to himself in the room.

He was full of energy and began to practice.

Now he is at the fifth level of Tianyuan, which is almost the level of Ningdan.

"Strive to practice to the Ningdan level as soon as possible!"

Meng Fan set a goal for himself.

In fact, Meng Fan was too greedy, otherwise he might have reached the seventh or eighth level of Tianyuan now.

Because he practiced Lingfeng Xuan Gong, Chunyang Hualei Jing and Chixue Zhenjing at the same time.

If he concentrated on practicing one technique, such as practicing Chunyang Hualei Jing, he would be far more than the fifth level of Tianyuan now.

After all, practicing three techniques, the practice resources are divided into three parts, which naturally slows down the pace.

Apart from other things, the origin of the sword was given to the Chixue Zhenjing for practice, and Chunyang Hualei Jing did not get any.

"Should I stop practicing Lingfeng Xuan Gong and Chixue Zhenjing, and first do my best to practice Chunyang Hualei Jing to the Ningdan realm, and condense the Chunyang Hualei Zhenyuan, and then continue to practice other techniques?"

Meng Fan, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, muttered to himself.

If you want to practice to the Ningdan realm as soon as possible, this is the most appropriate way.

After all, whether it is Lingfeng Xuan Gong or Chixue Zhenjing, theoretically, it is not as important as Chunyang Hualei Jing!

"Let's do it." Meng Fan made up his mind.

Cultivating to the Condensation Dan realm as soon as possible will also help cultivate the soul.

Originally, Elder Lin thought that Meng Fan had the hope of cultivating the soul before entering the Condensation Dan realm.

Well, Meng Fan himself also thought so.

But now it seems that this is too inefficient. If he enters the Condensation Dan realm as soon as possible, he can also cultivate the soul as soon as possible.

"There is no need to pursue cultivating the soul in the Tianyuan realm. Efficiency is the kingly way."

Meng Fan has always been a man who does whatever he thinks of.

That night, he stopped practicing the Lingfeng Xuan Gong and the Red Blood Sutra, and used the origin of the sword to practice the Pure Yang Hualei Sutra.

The speed of cultivation suddenly increased by a lot!

Then the consumption was too fierce, and the origin of the sword was exhausted in the second half of the night.

Meng Fan did not choose to rest, but came to the first floor of the Sword Pavilion to continue absorbing the origin of the sword.

The ordinary swords on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion have been basically wiped out by him.

There are probably more than a hundred spiritual swords left.

"At this pace, I will have to go to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion to clean my long sword in a few days." Meng Fan frowned.

Elder Lin is in charge of the second floor of the Sword Pavilion. If I go to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion to clean my long sword, will Elder Lin find out that I am abnormal?

"Haha!" Meng Fan laughed at himself.

If he finds out, then he will find out.

What's more, although Elder Lin is on the second floor, I wipe the long sword on the first floor. Elder Lin can't find out that I am abnormal?

He must have found out a long time ago!

But Elder Lin has never explored his "secret".

Thinking of this, Meng Fan calmed down.

When Meng Fan wiped the seventh long sword, a sword evil memory made his heart jump.

This is another special sword!

Meng Fan has seen too many celebrities from these swords in the Shushan Sword Pavilion.

Even the powerful people who dominate the world in the world have used spiritual swords and even ordinary swords.

Shushan Sword Pavilion collects famous swords from all over the world. It is not unbelievable to encounter these swords. Even Meng Fan has found it very common.

Jiansha's memory is a picture of a young man practicing swords day after day.

The young man has excellent aptitude. He entered the Qi training realm at the age of thirteen, the Zhenwu realm at the age of eighteen, and the Tianyuan realm at the age of twenty-five.

This is a disciple of Shushan Sword School, named Lin Tianxing.

From childhood to adulthood, he has been practicing swords in Shushan and has never left Shushan.

Just when he had just cultivated to the Tianyuan realm, that is, when he was twenty-five years old, he was called over by his father.

When Meng Fan saw Lin Tianxing's father, his heart started beating wildly and his face was filled with shock.

Because he knew Lin Tianxing's father.

Not only that, but he was also very familiar with him!

Lin Tianxing's father was named Lin Bianyun.

Old Lin!!!

"Old Lin actually has a son, why have I never heard him mention it?" Meng Fan was shocked and a little stunned.

Since Old Lin has a son, where is his son now?

Why have I never seen him?

Also, Old Lin has children, so where is his wife?

Meng Fan has never seen Old Lin's relatives and has always thought that Old Lin is a lonely man.

For an old man like Old Lin, since he has a wife and children, he should be able to enjoy the happiness of family life with his wife and children.

Meng Fan continued to watch the Jiansha memory, with a bad feeling in his heart.

The Jiansha memory is intermittent, with only some fragmentary sword practice memories, and it is impossible to see a person's life.

So it wasn't until Lin Tianxing was 25 years old that Meng Fan "coincidentally" saw Old Lin in his memory.

"Dad, you're looking for me?" Lin Tianxing in the memory asked Old Lin.

Old Lin looked at Lin Tianxing and asked with a very complicated expression: "Xiaoxing, are you hiding something from me?"

"Dad, you know everything?" Lin Tianxing's face changed, and he was a little nervous, but soon the nervousness disappeared, replaced by determination.

"Of course I have to know, are you crazy? You actually want to hide from me to go to Fengyun Demon Sect?" Old Lin's tone was filled with shock and anger.

Lin Tianxing looked at his father with a very calm expression, especially with determination and persistence in his eyes.

"Dad, you never told me how Mom died, but do you think I don't know if you don't tell me?"