Chapter 9: The Sword Tomb

  "The food at Tianjian Sect is actually quite good!"

  Ling Qing patted her belly lightly and walked out of the courtyard at a slow pace.

  It has been three days since I arrived at the Tianjian Sect. In these three days, Ling Qingyan has almost visited all the inner doors of the Tianjian Sect and basically understood the terrain inside. During the three days, Ling Qingyan also got to know some of the inner disciples of the Tianjian Sect one after another. Compared with "Wen Yi" whom he met when he first arrived at the Tianjian Sect, other inner disciples of the Tianjian Sect are actually simple and gentle.

  However, after that day, Liu Yanran didn't come to find Ling Qingyan again. For the past three days, it was only Ling Qingyan who wandered around alone, which made him feel both calm and a bit unaccustomed at the same time.

  After all, in the past few days, except for sleeping and resting, Liu Yanran was almost always with him. Although he knew that Liu Yanran was doing this because of that thin man's affairs, Ling Qingyan was not worried at all in his heart.

  After all, the days of getting along have made Ling Qingyan understand a little about Liu Yanran's personality. With memories from his previous life, he knew that Liu Yanran was just being like this temporarily and would recover after some time.

  Just last night, Ling Qingyan was considering whether to go out the next day when the Sect Master "Lian Jun" and the Sword Elder "Fan Yiran" came together. They chatted for a while before telling Ling Qingyan to head to Jian Xiao Pavilion after breakfast the next day.

  So Ling Qingyan headed to Jian Xiao Ge after finishing his meal this morning. In his heart, he thought that the Sect Master and the Sword Elder had summoned him, probably to ask him to acknowledge the Sword Elder as his master, since he had been in Tianjian Sect for several days already.

  Although he had been a human being for two lifetimes, Ling Qingyan's previous life had never experienced this... becoming an apprentice was truly like a big girl getting married for the first time.

  He walked down a few familiar paths, exchanged greetings with several inner disciples, and Ling Qingyan arrived at Jian Xiao Pavilion for the second time. He casually glanced up at the sign hanging high above, looking at the ordinary "Jian Xiao Pavilion" three words, and Ling Qingyan's heart was also somewhat uncertain at this moment. Could it be that the past few days were really an illusion?

  Arriving at the entrance of Jian Xiao Pavilion, Ling Qingyan saw that the Sect Master "Lian Jun" was already standing inside. At this moment, the Sect Master of Tianjian Sect was looking up at an ancient painting on the wall, his tall back appearing somewhat profound and mysterious in Ling Qingyan's eyes.

  "You're here."

  Ling Qingyan had just stepped across the threshold into Jian Xiao Pavilion when a stern voice drifted over, as if there were eyes on his back.

  "Master," Ling Qingyan also arrived at Lian Jun's back, but his gaze followed Lian Jun's and converged on the ancient painting on the wall in front of them.

  I don't know what material the ancient painting was made of, but it seemed to have gone through countless hardships. As soon as Ling Qingyan glanced at it, he felt a wave of ancient aura rushing towards him. But what surprised Ling Qingyan even more was the man standing proudly on the mountain peak in the painting.

  A man in a flowing long gown, his long hair fluttering without wind, the whole person sideways gazing at the boundless expanse in the painting, his right hand stretched straight, tightly holding an ancient long sword, slanting at a 45-degree angle towards the cliff under his feet.

  Proudly, lonely, vicissitudes.

  This was the first impression that Ling Qingyan had when he saw the man in the painting. At the same time, Ling Qingyan also felt a sense of doubt in his heart - who exactly was this man in the painting? Could it be that he was an ancestor from the Tianjian Sect?

  "Master, this painting..."

  With a puzzled expression, Ling Qingyan couldn't help but look at Lian Jun beside him and asked.

  "This painting is said to be painted by the first master of my Tianjian Sect," Lian Jun saw the incredulity in Ling Qingyan's eyes, but didn't feel surprised, and continued: "However, no one knows whether the man in this painting is really that old ancestor himself."

  Ling Qingyan was stunned, he never thought that this painting would be passed down from thousands of years ago. If it were placed in the previous life, it would be a treasure among treasures, a rare gem. For a moment, an eerie thought emerged in Ling Qingyan's mind - if this painting were taken to the previous life, how much money could it sell for?

  If Ling Qingyan's idea was known to Lian Jun beside him, Lian Jun would definitely take action at the first time and slap to death the person who dared to desecrate the handwriting of his ancestors.

  "Come on, I'll take you somewhere."

  Before he knew it, Lian Jun had already arrived at the gate of Jian Xiao Pavilion. The voice drifted over again. Ling Qingyan heard the words and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he still followed him.

  The more they followed Zong Zhu, the deeper the doubts in Ling Qingyan's eyes became, because he only felt that the road they were walking on was getting more and more desolate, unknowingly already arriving at the back of Tian Xian Peak.

  The peak behind the Tianxian Peak, almost approaching the top of the Tianxian Peak that stands like a long sword, has been shrouded in clouds and mist for years, with no grass growing, and all are hard rocks left after countless winds and rains. It's so black it shines. Even walking on this mountain path, few people dare to look down, because below is already a deep abyss of thousands of feet.

  At this time, Ling Qingyan followed Lian Jun's back and walked on the mountain path. He couldn't help but look down, his face expression unchanged, but his heart was slightly chilled. In such a high place, if he fell, he would definitely die!

  Walking in front, Lian Jun seemed to never look back, but he had not stopped observing Ling Qingyan. At the previous turn, the moment his eyes glanced over Ling Qingyan, a smile involuntarily rose on Lian Jun's face.

  He's indeed the one Master has taken a liking to!

  For this young junior brother, Lian Jun was even more satisfied at this time. Although he would absolutely not refute Ling Qingyan's identity as a young junior brother if his master spoke up, being acknowledged because of his master and being acknowledged from the bottom of his own heart were two completely different concepts. As the sect master of Tianjian Sect, how could Lian Jun not be an arrogant person?

  Wow!

  Near the summit of Tian Xian Peak, the mountain wind blowing in front was also somewhat chilly. Whether it was his past life or this life, Ling Qingyan, who had come to such a high place for the first time, couldn't help but shiver when he felt the slightly cold mountain wind. At this moment, Ling Qingyan suddenly saw two words solemnly engraved on a huge stone protruding from the cliff in front of him -

  Forbidden land!

  The strokes are bold and powerful, and it's easy to see that these two characters were carved out by a sword slicing through the air. Such swordsmanship is absolutely astonishing, and yet he was able to wield it freely in this mountain path without worrying about falling off the cliff. For a moment, Ling Qingyan couldn't help but feel deeply admiring of the person who had carved out these two characters "Forbidden Land".

  "These two characters were carved by the first master of my Tianjian Sect," Lian Jun said with a sigh, looking at the two characters. "This place has been the forbidden land of my Tianjian Sect for thousands of years. Within the sect, except for the master, no one is allowed to enter without permission. Once discovered, they will be punished severely."

  Lian Jun's words became increasingly serious and echoed in Ling Qingyan's ears.

  Ling Qing didn't realize it was wrong. Earlier, he thought that Lian Jun was going to take him to a place to pay respects to the Sword Elder, but Lian Jun's words at this time completely overturned his idea. Just as he wanted to ask, he found himself following Lian Jun and turning around a corner, coming to a protruding stone on a cliff wall.

  The stone slab under his feet was smooth and intact, obviously deliberately carved. At this time, Ling Qingyan didn't notice this point at all, his eyes were fixed on the stone gate in front of him, he couldn't think that such a cliff would have another world! The two characters between the stone gates were exactly the same as the previous ones, also carved by the first master of Tianjian Sect with a long sword.

  "Grave of the Sword!"