The Immortal Taoist

"finally reached!"

A month later, Lingdao finally arrived near the cracked swordsman. He quickly took out Jiang Zhong’s letter from the Qiankun ring and placed it in his arms. The things of Qiankun, naturally, cannot be known to others.

He has already inquired about it, and the Sword of Heaven is only a force of ten. Like the Dala Dynasty, Tianwuzong is an eight-product force, two levels higher than the Sword of Heaven. In the face of the eight-product forces, the ten-product forces are simply vulnerable.

"Spouted swords!"

On the huge stone tablet, the four characters of the cracked sword are carved, which is very stylish. There is really no comparison between the Sword of Heaven and the Emperor Wuzong, but it is also a ten-power. Under the sun, there are still many forces that do not enter the ranks. In Anshan County, the cracked swords are also a very powerful force.

"Who is there, can I have a prayer in the cracked sword?"

The disciples of the four slashing swordsmen came far away. Their appearance is about twenty years old, but the body is the atmosphere of the true spirits. Stepping into the true atmosphere, it is really a beginning of cultivation, and it is already an inner disciple in the Sword of Heaven.

The physical condition is just the foundation. Even those who do not understand the cultivation method will cultivate the flesh, or how to fight? However, without the practice of cultivation, you may stay in the body for a lifetime, and you can't even quench your bones, let alone clotting.

"I didn't have a post, but I have a letter that I want to hand over to you." This letter was written by his brother. I hope everyone can help me pass it!"

The small forces have the advantage of small forces. The disciples of Tianwuzong, all of them have a nostril, and a pair of superiors look the same. The four disciples in front of the sword are much better. When they heard Lingdao, they nodded.

"It would be very troublesome to inform other elders, but Jiang Ren is a very simple matter."

The disciples of the four slashing swords are all staring at Lingdao and have not left. Just looking at their look, Lingdao understood their thoughts. After all, letting others do things, it is impossible to give no benefit.

"It’s a bit of a surprise, please let me know!"

Lingdao gave four disciples, one person and one gold. The four disciples all had their eyes bright, and when they measured the gold in their hands, they were eyebrows and smiled. The attitude toward Lingdao was also much better.

"Little brother, come, let us go, we will show you directly to Elder Jiang Ren!"

Money can make a ghost push, and they get one or two gold one by one, and they are very happy. If the benefits of Lingdao are not given, I am afraid that they will be difficult to sneak out and even drive away Lingdao. Don't think that one or two gold is less, and now, one or two gold worth more than 10,000 yuan.

Although the cracked swords are only the ten powers, the sparrows are small and complete. The disciples of the four cleavage swordsmen took Lingdao for a long time and finally stopped outside a yard. This is the courtyard where Jiang Ren is.

"This is the yard of Elder Jiang Ren, wait a minute!"

One of the disciples of the slashing swordsman walked toward the inside. Since the gold of Lingdao was received, it is natural to inform Lingdao. If you switch to other elders, it is not so easy. Unfortunately, Jiang Ren is different.

"Elder Jiang Ren, someone is looking for you outside, it is said that your brother's letter is handed over to you!"

As soon as the young disciple opened his mouth, there was a sound of opening the door in the yard. A man who looks like a 50-year-old walked out of the room. Thick eyebrows, but it is similar to Jiang Zhong.

"Where? People?"

Jiang Ren has only one brother, that is Jiang Zhong, but they have not seen each other for many years. Now that Jiang Zhong has a letter to him, he is naturally a little excited. He walked quickly to the yard and soon saw Lingdao. The other three disciples, wearing the costumes of the cracked swords, Jiang will naturally not pay attention to them.

"Is it you? My brother's letter?"

Seeing Jiang Ren, Ling Dao remembered Jiang Zhong, and there was a sense of intimacy without any reason. Jiang Ren is somewhat confused. Ling Dao does not seem to be a messenger. Is there anything that Jiang Zhong has done?

"Predecessors, this is the letter that Grandpa Jiang asked me to hand over to you!"

Ling Dao took the letter written by Jiang Zhong from his arms, but Jiang Ren could not wait to **** the past. Jiang Ren also opened the letter directly, regardless of other people in the field. Jiang Zhong’s handwriting, he naturally knows. The content of the letter is to make Jiang Ren's face sink.

"My older brother is gone?"

For a long while, Jiang Rencai slowly raised his head, but he did not expect it to be Jiang Zhong’s pen. Jiang Zhong clearly wrote that when Jiang Ren saw the letter, he was no longer alive. The only brother died, Jiang Ren is naturally very sad.

"Ok……"

Lingdao nodded, and there was a trace of sadness in the eyes. Jiang Ren is a relative of Jiang Zhong, and Ling Dao is not the case. Even before his death, Jiang Zhong considered Lingdao, not himself.

"You four go, there is nothing for you!"

Jiang Ren waved his hand, and the disciples of the four cleavage swordsmen left here. In the field, only Jiang Ren and Ling Dao were left. Jiang Ren had just received the loss of Jiang Zhong, and he could not adapt to it for a while. He stood at the gate of the courtyard. Lingdao also did not say anything, he naturally understood the mood of Jiang Ren.

"You come in with me!"

I don't know how long it took, Jiang Ren finally opened again, and then turned and entered the yard. Lingdao nodded and followed Jiang Ren. Jiang Ren sat on the stone bench and turned to Lingdao.

In Jiang Zhong’s letter, the most confessed is Ling Dao. There is nothing to mention about his own life and death, just a pass. Jiang Zhong asked him to take good care of Lingdao, but he also wanted to cross the sword and learn the skills.

From the letter, Jiang Ren can see how much Jiang Zhong cares about Ling Dao. In Jiang Zhong’s heart, Ling Dao is more important than himself. Ling Dao’s life experience, Jiang Zhong also confessed, is the happy Wang Shizi, but the Xiaoyao Wangfu has been destroyed.

"Happy Wang Shizi, we split the sword and the small door, you can't accommodate a big Buddha like you!"

Jiang Ren said slowly, Ling Dao's brow wrinkled, but even stretched out. After all, Jiang Ren is not Jiang Zhong. If Jiang Ren is not willing to let him stay in the cracked sword, then he will leave. There are no people here, and you have to stay here.

"I came to crack the sword, just to give this letter to you. Since you are not willing to accept this disciple, then I will leave, bother!"

Lingdao did not look at Jiang Zhong again, but turned and left. In any case, he did not worship the Sword of Heaven, and he did not have a sense of belonging to the Sword of Heaven. It is a good thing to be able to worship the Sword of the Clouds, and it is not a matter for him.

"Slow, I haven't finished talking yet!"