The Wheel-Turning Master.

It was late autumn and still dark.

Chen Shuanyou was walking on a path beside the field, holding a lantern in one hand and leading his old donkey in the other.

The bell around the old donkey's neck rang crisply. He walked slowly, occasionally lowering his head to grab a bite of dry grass.

There was a boy on the donkey's back. The child was about five or six years old, with a silly face. He was dozing with his head drooping, and a long snot was flowing from his left nostril, but it didn't fall off.

"Idiot? Don't fall asleep!" Chen Shuanyou raised the lantern and looked at the child on the donkey's back.

The child named Lengzi suddenly opened his eyes, sniffed his nose violently, and sucked back all the snot, leaving a pale mark like a sword mark.

"Come on." Chen Shuanyou pinched Lengzi's nose, and when the dog blew its nose hard, he shook it off, raised his leg and wiped it under his feet, and warned: "The immortal master likes clean and smart children the most, don't blow your nose in front of the immortal master, and don't wipe it on your body."

Lengzi learned his lesson and shrank back, his silly face showing a wretched look. He timidly said in a low voice that he was afraid, and Chen Shuanyou cursed him in a low voice.

This place belongs to the Iron Sword Sect and is a mortal territory.

Today is the annual Ascension Festival. All children over the age of six must ask the immortal master to verify whether they have opened their spiritual orifices and are pregnant.

The immortal master in charge of the mortal world had already issued the order half a year ago, and the lords of the villages and towns scattered everywhere had also made preparations early, and every household had to go.

If he was lucky enough to have spiritual power, he could enter the Iron Sword Sect, learn to read and write, study the Taoist scriptures, and then practice immortality to achieve immortality. His mortal relatives could also benefit, so Chen Shuan had been looking forward to it for a long time.

"Eat an egg first." Chen Shuanyou took out an egg and stuffed it into Lengzi's pocket, and reminded him: "Remember not to be dazed when the time comes, okay?"

"I know." Lengzi nodded blankly, peeled the egg, and then bent down to pass the yolk to Chen Shuanyou's mouth, "Brother, eat it."

"You eat, I'm not hungry." Chen Shuan said differently and continued to lead the donkey forward.

Seeing that his elder brother really didn't want to eat, Lengzi swallowed the egg in two or three gulps. Unexpectedly, he choked again, "Brother, I'm thirsty..."

“You can’t drink the water! Don’t pee in front of the Immortal Master and irritate him!” Chen Shuanyou simply stopped and patted Lengzi on the back.

After finally calming down, Chen Shuanyou started mumbling about etiquette issues again.

In fact, before the Ascension Festival, the children in the village had already been taught all kinds of etiquette by the village chief, but Lengzi was too stupid and didn't learn it at all.

When we arrived at the village entrance, the village chief was already waiting, along with a dozen or so children of school age and their relatives.

After waiting for a while, everyone finally arrived. The village chief said some shrewd nonsense in a loud voice, and then everyone set off.

Heading east along the country road, people from other villages joined us along the way, and in the end there were hundreds of people.

After walking for about thirty miles, we arrived at the residence of a common official. There were more than a thousand adults and children here, but no one dared to speak, only the snorting of some livestock.

There were ordinary people dressed in law enforcement uniforms, lined up according to the village, waiting to be inspected.

The village chief's forehead was sweating, and he reminded everyone, "Blow Lengzi's nose clean!" He blew Lengzi's nose himself, and then said to Chen Shuanyou, "There are few people in Hutou Village. If Lengzi can succeed, you don't have to be a bachelor anymore. I will give my eldest daughter to you!"

Chen Shuanyou bent over and said something nice, thinking, "You just told other families that you want to marry the younger daughter, but why do you want to marry the older daughter to me? I'm a bachelor, but she's a widow who brings bad luck to her husband!"

A group of people were waiting tremblingly, and soon they heard cheers from the front. It must be someone's child who had the aptitude to cultivate immortality.

But most of the children were just there for the formality, not one among the hundred.

For fear of making a fool of themselves in front of the Immortal Master, the children had not eaten anything since morning, let alone drank water, and by now their faces were already pale with hunger.

After noon, it was finally the turn of the people from Hutou Village.

A young man with a sword on his back led the group to a pavilion. An old man sat in the pavilion, with a teacup, a brush, ink, and a mirror on the table in front of him.

The young man called out the names, and a well-behaved girl came forward and called the old man "Grandpa Immortal Master" in a childish voice.

The old man had a serious expression on his face and did not respond. He just placed the bronze mirror on the girl's head and shook his head after a few breaths.

Seeing this, the girl couldn't stop her tears from flowing, but she didn't dare to say anything. She just kowtowed and left.

The young man continued to call out the names, but the children in Hutou Village had no good fortune from the immortals, and they all returned empty-handed.

Finally, it was Lengzi's turn to step forward.

The old man took a look at it with a bronze mirror in his hand, and finally a bit of relief appeared on his serious face. Then he shook his head and said, "My life is a rusty sword, but I have two spiritual orifices, which is a little bit lacking after all."

Lengzi was stunned and at a loss. He turned around to look at his elder brother, but saw that he was wiping his tears vigorously, and he didn't know whether he was happy or sad.

"Brother..." Lengzi turned his body and snot started flowing from his left nostril again.

"What's your name?" asked the old immortal master.

Lengzi turned around, sniffed, and didn't know how to answer.

"The old man asked what your name is." The young man next to him reminded with a smile.

The fool opened his mouth, but seeing the old man's powerful tone, he was frightened and did not dare to answer. Instead, he took two steps back with snot running from his nostrils.

"What's your name?" the old man asked again with a frown.

Lengzi was unable to answer, the village chief's forehead was sweating, and Chen Shuanyou knelt down, "Master, his name is..."

"Let him answer!" the old man shouted in a low voice, which immediately frightened the ordinary people around him, and many children burst into tears.

Lengzi retreated timidly, tears in his eyes, but he couldn't utter a word.

"Uncle Master, you scared him." The young man said with a smile.

The old man sighed and said, "He has the rusty sword in his destiny. Although his aptitude is a little poor, it is perfect for him to follow the path of sword cultivation. But this courage and bearing... How can he be a sword cultivator at all? He is so timid and useless!"

"The child is still young, he can be taught well in the future." The boy said with a smile.

"A hard stone cannot be carved into a beautiful jade." The old man looked at Lengzi coldly.

"How old are you? How can you tell whether it is stone or jade? Although our Iron Sword Sect is mainly for sword cultivation, we teach everyone. We have to give it a try." The young man looked at the old man patiently. When the old man nodded slightly, he walked up to Lengzi and bent down to wipe his tears. However, he did not dare to touch his snot. He just smiled gently and asked, "My name is Mo Yijin. Little guy, what's your name?"

Lengzi hooked his hands together and said timidly, "My name is Chen Lengzi."

The young man Mo Yijin smiled when he heard this and asked, "Why are you called Lengzi?"

"Everyone calls me Lengzi." Chen Lengzi replied.

"Where are your parents and relatives?" Mo Yijin asked again.

"If he dies, only my eldest brother will be left." Chen Lengzi said.

"Are you afraid of hardship?" Mo Yijin asked with a smile.

Lengzi shook his head.

Mo Yijin did not ask any more questions. He stood up and looked at the old man. He bowed and said, "Uncle Master, this child is talented. Take him in."

"This place is actually better for farming nowadays." The old man sighed, and finally saved his face, took out a bamboo chip and threw it to the young man.

"There is a chance, we can't block someone's path to immortality." Mo Yijin took the bamboo chips and patted Chen Lengzi on the head, "Your name is not good, you have to change it in the future!"

As he spoke, Mo Yijin threw the bamboo chips to Chen Shuanyou again and said, "When you go back, you will have 200 acres of good farmland. Let the village rebuild your courtyard, and you will have people to help you with your farm work all year round. Find a good wife and have many children. But if you bully others by taking advantage of your power, I will have to kill you."

Chen Shuanyou knelt on the ground, crying and kowtowing.

When the sun set, the recruitment of new members for the Ascension Festival was finally concluded, with a total of nineteen people.

"In previous years, there were always thirty or forty people. Our society is in chaos, and ordinary people below dare not have children anymore." The old man sighed.

"It will get better." Mo Yijin said with a smile.

The old man shook his head, called a flying boat, took the children away, but Mo Yijin stayed.

When they arrived at Tiejianmen, an old immortal master with a white beard was already waiting there, claiming to be Instructor Shen.

The teacher led the children to an old courtyard and assigned accommodations to the boys and girls. After the children had a bath and changed into new clothes, they went to the backyard.

There were two tablets in the backyard hall. The teacher proudly told the children that the area around Yufu Mountain used to be the land of Daoyin Sect, but later it was scattered everywhere and became the current structure. Tiejianmen was one of them, and it used to be a Jindan Sect. The two tablets were for the founder of Daoyin Sect and the founder of Tiejianmen.

The children didn't understand what they heard, but they obeyed and knelt down to pay their respects, and were considered disciples of the Iron Sword Sect.

On the second day, the bells rang before dawn.

Everyone got up quickly and rushed to the classroom.

"Lengzi, get out of the way!" Chen Langzi ran slowly, and a child pushed him from behind, knocking him down immediately.

Chen Langzi fell to the ground and a bloody mark appeared on his forehead. He did not dare to cry. He wiped his nose and quickly chased after the crowd.

When he arrived at the class, he was clearly late. The old teacher, with a stern face, pulled out a whip and hit Chen Lengzi's palm three times with all his strength.

"Min Qiufei!" The old instructor said coldly, calling out the child who pushed Chen Lengzi down. "Come out! Stretch out your hands!"

The child named Min Qiufei walked forward blankly and stretched out his hands.

The old instructor used all his strength and hit Min Qiufei on both hands twenty-one times each.

Poor Min Qiufei was only six years old, and his delicate little hands were beaten to a bloody mess, with bones even exposed.

All the children were stunned. Min Qiufei was crying so hard that it shook the earth, but Chen Lengzi had already forgotten how to cry.

"Since we are from the same school, we should be united and friendly, and we should help each other. The first lesson today is about what it means to be from the same school!" The old teacher was very angry, "Min Qiufei, from now on you take care of Chen Lengzi, and don't let anyone bully him again!"

Min Qiufei cried and nodded.

The old instructor put away the brambles, took out the pill bottle, called Min Qiufei and Chen Lengzi over, applied ointment on their hands, and taught them: "We, the Iron Sword Sect, are in a chaotic war zone, and fellow sect members should be like brothers. The only way to survive is to work together to fight against the enemy."

From then on, Chen Lengzi lived and studied with Min Qiufei.

Chen Langzi was stupid and slow in learning anything, and was beaten many times by his teacher. However, he remembered what his elder brother said and knew that the teacher was doing it for his own good.

Two months passed quickly, and the old teacher called everyone together, saying that he wanted to listen to the senior's sermon.

When we got there, we found out that it was Mo Yijin who had completed his foundation and was ready to preach.

There were many people gathered in the square outside the main hall. Chen Lengzi, Min Qiufei and others were sitting the farthest away and could only stand up and watch.

I saw Mo Yijin sitting high on the stage, slowly talking about the foundation building of Tianqi.

Chen Langzi didn't understand what he heard. He just roughly understood that Mo Yijin said that he was lucky. It was extremely difficult for others to be reborn, but he was not in danger. He just took a walk on the day of the Ascension Festival and came to an ordinary village. He saw a family who had just suffered a death, but the granddaughter-in-law of the family just gave birth to a son.

Then he went on to talk about hearing death and seeing life, sick trees and spring, and also some words about withering and flourishing, and replacement.

After this incident, life became dull and boring. Chen Langzi could not learn anything and would cry when he was beaten. In short, he just lived in a daze.

I heard from my senior brothers and sisters that Tiejianmen is different from Qiaoshan and Jiuzhashan. Before entering the Taoism, those people cultivate a free and easy temperament and a tenacious heart, but Tiejianmen is in a chaotic place, so they do not seek a free and easy temperament, but only a tenacious heart.

Chen Lengzi studied hard every day, but he learned too slowly. He could endure being beaten without crying, which showed that he was very tenacious.

After a few years, all the children had changed. They could read and write, and recite Taoist scriptures by heart.

Although Chen Lengzi was a little inferior, Min Qiufei was smart and helped him a lot of lessons. The two were like real brothers.

After six years of initiation, it was time to enter the Dao. Because the Iron Sword Sect was founded on sword cultivation, one had to practice sword dancing before entering the Dao to see if one was agile and if one was compatible with the sword.

That morning, the old instructor gathered everyone together and invited Mo Yijin, hoping that he could pick out a few good seedlings.

Chen Lengzi was not a fool after all. He had heard many rumors that Mo Yijin was a genius of the Iron Sword Sect and one of the best in the entire Foolish Man Mountain. He was the candidate for the next leader. The old instructor called out the names of the disciples, and one by one they started to practice swordplay. They had all been taught before and had practiced it long ago.

Seeing that everyone had steady feet and hands, and their swords were agile, the old instructor's face became increasingly unsightly, but Mo Yijin nodded frequently and sometimes even praised them.

When it was Min Qiufei's turn, he wielded the sword with great force and looked quite powerful.

Then it was Chen Langzi's turn, but he kept dancing with the wooden sword, with some pauses. His originally graceful sword technique became dragging and muddy, as if he was covered with a layer of mud.

After finishing a set of sword dance, Chen Lengzi knew that something went wrong and buried his head in his chest, not daring to look at Mo Yijin, let alone the old instructor.

"He is a loser." The old teacher was so angry that his beard fell off, and he walked away.

Everyone was so frightened that they dared not say a word. They didn't know what to do, then they heard Mo Yijin's laughter.

"Everyone learns the truth at different times, so there is no need to feel sorry for yourself. As long as you work hard and practice diligently in the future, you can also find a great way."

Mo Yijin smiled and comforted everyone, then waved to Chen Lengzi, "I just heard your name being sung, and I didn't expect you to be so tall. Why haven't you changed your name yet? Won't everyone make fun of your name?"

Chen Lengzi raised his head and said timidly, "Teacher Shen said that I am dull by nature, can't learn anything well, and have little sense of shame, so he didn't change my name and told me to work hard to improve myself."

"You speak fluently, don't you?" Mo Yijin smiled and shook his head, saying, "Teacher Shen is overcorrecting, but don't blame him, he is just like that. When I first arrived at the mountain gate, he was the one who taught me how to read and write, and he was slapped on the palm of my hand countless times."

When everyone saw that Mo Yijin didn't have any trouble building a foundation and was talking about the past in a friendly manner, they couldn't help but relax.

"You really aren't very good at wielding the sword. It's like you have chains tied around your body and iron balls under your feet. It's also like you can't move your hands and feet freely for fear of hurting others. You're hesitant and it's going to fail in the end." Mo Yijin said.

"Then how can I learn sword skills well?" Chen Lengzi asked.

Mo Yijin smiled and said, "Cut off the shackles and understand yourself."

Chen Lengzi asked: "Can I cut it off?"

"Yes! As long as you want to!" Mo Yijin was very firm, "You are a talented person, I believe you can succeed."

Chen Lengzi stood there in a daze, at a loss as to what to do.

Mo Yijin looked at him and said with a smile: "How about this, I am the one who brought you into the mountain gate, so you should take me as your master and I will change your name."

"What's the name?" Chen Langzi asked curiously. Min Qiufei next to him kicked Chen Langzi's knee hard, and Chen Langzi knelt down immediately.

"People say that one cannot achieve far without tranquility." Mo Yijin raised his head and pondered, "You are born with a pure nature. You will be able to be calm and focused. When the time comes, you will accumulate a lot and then make a breakthrough. You may become a great man later in life. In the future, your name will be Chen Zhiyuan, which means tranquility leads to far-reaching goals."

From then on, Chen Zhiyuan became famous.

Time flies. After Chen Zhiyuan entered Taoism, he devoted himself to practice but could not find the method.

He had no choice but to do other things. He had raised spiritual beasts, tended spiritual plants, practiced alchemy, learned how to make talismans, and dabbled in the study of formations, but unfortunately he achieved nothing.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten years passed and Chen Zhiyuan was already thirty years old. He became ruthless and followed Min Qiufei to learn combat tactics.

Yufu Mountain is a chaotic place, and Tiejianmen is located at a thoroughfare, so there has never been peace.

Recently, a Jinxiu Immortal has emerged. He has a wide range of friends and has recruited many disciples. It is said that he has announced that he will replace the Tiejian Sect.

Chen Zhiyuan's cultivation progress was very slow, and he didn't have any other skills, so he asked to join the battle.

There was a fight outside the mountain gate, and fortunately Min Qiufei risked his life to save Chen Zhiyuan, so he survived.

The two were sent back to the mountain gate to recuperate, and Min Qiufei was depressed and silent.

"I've figured it out." Min Qiufei, who was missing an arm and blind in one eye, sat next to Chen Zhiyuan. "Our master established his foundation at the age of seventeen, but I have been practicing Taoism for decades and I am already thirty. I can't get through being stuck at the eighth level of Qi training! This is how my life will be. When the war is over, I will find a woman to start a family with."

"Senior brother, is this your old lover, Senior Sister Ke Xin?" Chen Zhiyuan asked.

"She died, didn't you see? But in this poor place, it doesn't matter if you die early or late. I used to envy those who were born in Qiaoshan, but then I thought, they also fought their way to where we are, so I can't envy them." Min Qiufei sighed, "I plan to take in a few mortal concubines. Monks generally don't kill mortals, so at least I can save my life. Then I'll have more children, hoping that there will be a capable person in my offspring."

Chen Zhiyuan remained silent.

"It's time for you to find one, so that your Chen family won't be cut off!" Min Qiu laughed.

"My eldest brother has more than a dozen children, and he already has grandchildren." Chen Zhiyuan shook his head and said firmly: "Besides, Master said that I will be a late bloomer, I will wait a little longer!"

Min Qiufei smiled and said no more.

Not long after, news came from the front that Immortal Jinxiu had gathered many helpers and set an ambush. The old leader of Tiejianmen unfortunately died while trying to save his disciples.

The Iron Sword Sect lost a large piece of sacred land and its leader died, which was a serious blow to the Sect.

Chen Zhiyuan and Min Qiufei were concerned about their master Mo Yijin's injury, so they asked their senior brothers and sisters to go visit him together.

Mo Yijin has accepted nine disciples, three of whom have already established their foundation, and Chen Zhiyuan is at the second level of Qi training, which is the lowest.

"Go back and take good care of your wounds. The thieves will come again."

Mo Yi laid the foundation at the age of seventeen. Now he is only forty-one, but he already looks old. His face is full of vicissitudes. He no longer smiles easily like when he was young. He has become more steady and serious, and his eyes are getting deeper.

After the disciples greeted them, they slowly left. Chen Zhiyuan was reluctant to leave and looked back frequently.

"Zhiyuan, come here." Mo Yijin smiled and waved at Chen Zhiyuan.

"Master." Chen Zhiyuan knelt down and asked with concern, "Are you really okay?"

Mo Yijin nodded slightly and said, "In recent years, apart from practicing in seclusion, I have been busy fighting and fighting. I have rarely guided you in your practice. I can't be called a good teacher."

"Master is very kind to me." Chen Zhiyuan said.

"You started learning Taoism when you were six years old. You are thirty years old this year. You have practiced Taoism for eighteen years and have reached the second level of Qi training." Mo Yijin pondered for a while and said, "It's a bit slow."

"My disciple is incompetent." Chen Zhiyuan knelt on the ground.

"You don't have to say that." Mo Yijin smiled bitterly. "When I was seventeen, I established my foundation and considered myself a genius. But as I learned more and more, I found that the path to the golden elixir was out of reach, and there was no news about the theory of elixir. I knew that I was just average, and I always felt sorry for myself. I am still like this, how can I blame you?"

He looked into Chen Zhiyuan's eyes and said, "Zhiyuan, I will be the head of the sect one day, so I will have a hard time. If you have any questions, please tell me in detail."

Chen Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and said: "Master, I have not mastered any skills, and I was seriously injured in the battle. My cultivation progress has stagnated. Uncle Master said that I am diligent but stupid. Is it because my talent is too poor?"

After hearing these innocent words, Mo Yijin shook his head and said, "Qiaoshan opened three spiritual orifices to the ancestor, and now he guards an area, and no one dares to disrespect him. The so-called aptitude is indeed related to the number of spiritual orifices, but it is not always the case. You just need to remember that the more you care about this matter, the more it will hinder you. The road is difficult and there are countless ravines. If you have many spiritual orifices, you may be able to develop first, but if you have few spiritual orifices, you may be able to arrive later."

Chen Zhiyuan took note of the details, but his eyes were filled with confusion. He asked, "Master, when I was practicing, I felt like I was stuck in a quagmire, unable to stretch my limbs. My original destiny is a rusty iron sword. Is this because of my destiny?"

"I don't know. You have to figure it out yourself. I can let you learn various skills, test your skills, and guide you on some difficult cultivation problems. But I can't answer your question. Maybe the masters of Qiaoshan can answer it, but we are not qualified to ask." Mo Yijin seemed to remember something and said, "My old house has been desolate for a long time. I will practice meditation there in the future. You can go and clean the courtyard outside for me."

"Yes!" Chen Zhiyuan immediately responded happily, completely forgetting what he had just said.

Mo Yijin shook his head slightly and waved his sleeves without saying anything.

After that, Chen Zhiyuan concentrated on sweeping the floor, practicing in his spare time, and no longer went out to fight.

However, Yufu Mountain became more and more chaotic. The Jinxiu Immortal was very powerful and attacked the Tiejian Sect from time to time. The neighboring sects were also attracted by Jinxiu Immortal and were surrounded.

Chen Zhiyuan could see his master from time to time, but he felt that although his master was only a dozen years older than him, he looked older and had white hair.

Sixteen years later, Chen Zhiyuan was forty-six years old and had reached the third level of Qi training.

At this time, Mo Yijin was trying to reach the Golden Core Realm, but Jinxiu Immortal led people to attack him. Mo Yijin had no choice but to go out to fight, but the Iron Sword Sect was unable to hold on, Jinxiu Immortal invaded the gate, and other sects also came to push.

Mo Yijin was seriously injured and fell down in the main hall of Tiejianmen. Outside, there were shouts of fighting and killing, and blood was surging. Chen Zhiyuan was panicked and didn't know what to do.

"Master, Senior Brother Min is dead..." Chen Zhiyuan saw that his master was covered in blood and the senior sisters and brothers around him were completely depressed. He felt like the sky was falling.

"You are still alive. Escape and take revenge tomorrow!" Mo Yijin said.

"Can I do it? I..." Chen Zhiyuan asked in confusion.

"Chen Zhiyuan, if you keep complaining about this and that, you will never achieve anything in your life."

Mo Yijin raised his eyebrows and said, "So what if the sword is rusty? A broken sword can still kill people! You are born rusty, so is it possible that you are also rusty? With your pure heart, you can wash away the filth on the sword, and you will surely be able to find a way out."

"Master, can I really be a sword practitioner?" Chen Zhiyuan had no confidence.

Mo Yijin nodded, “Okay!”

He took out a blood-stained sword, stretched out his hand and fiercely grabbed Chen Zhiyuan's hair, pulled him in front of him, stared at Chen Zhiyuan's eyes with blood on his face, and said: "Keep it. No matter what path you take in the future, don't be timid."

Chen Zhiyuan took it blankly, his hair still tightly grasped by Mo Yijin, "I am the head, I cannot leave, and I will protect you before I die. I hope you can take this dirty sword and cut off the shackles! Either you die of old age in the fields, or die in battle, no one will blame you." After saying it word by word, Mo Yijin finally let go of his hand, wiped the tears on Chen Zhiyuan's face, and staggered to stand up.

Three years at a glance.

The Tiejian Sect no longer exists and is now renamed Jinxiu Mountain and Jinxiu Sect.

Early that morning, the gate of Jinxiu Sect was wide open. A middle-aged monk walked out and saw a man sitting at the foot of the steps of the gate in the distance.

This middle-aged male cultivator was the receptionist and was always in charge of welcoming and seeing off guests. When he saw dew on the man's body, he realized that he had just arrived and hurried down the stairs.

"Fellow Daoist." The middle-aged cultivator said with a smile.

The man stood up upon hearing that and turned around, only to see that it was an old man in his fifties or so, with a weathered look on his face and a slightly unstable breath, probably having just recently broken through a small realm.

This man was wearing cloth and carrying something on his back, which was wrapped in rags. It should be a sword or something.

The middle-aged receptionist was used to seeing people, and seeing that this man looked a little timid, he knew that he was someone who had never seen the world. He also had a slight hunchback, which made him even more aware that he was a timid person.

Such people can be bullied by even a dog!
However, the middle-aged monk was the receptionist after all, so he still had some etiquette. He immediately bowed and asked, "May I ask your name, fellow Taoist?"

The old man returned the greeting politely and said, "I am Chen Zhiyuan."

"It turns out to be Brother Zhiyuan. I've heard a lot about you." The middle-aged receptionist said with a smile.

"This..." The old man was a little surprised, "Daoyou know my origins?"

"That, haha, of course I know." The middle-aged receptionist was very calm, "But after all, it's been a long time, and I have forgotten your deeds. I wonder why you came this time?"

"I see." The old man suddenly realized and asked, "Nothing else, I just want to ask where did the people from the Iron Sword Gate go after your sect broke through the Iron Sword Gate?"

"The remnants of the Iron Sword Sect?" The receptionist shook his head and smiled. "Brother Zhiyuan, you know that the master of the Iron Sword Sect practices swordsmanship, and the bones of sword practitioners are often very tough, so most of them died in battle, some fled, and there are some who defected to my Jinxiu Sect, but not many."

"I see." The old man sighed.

"Does Brother Dao have any old friends in Tiejianmen?" asked the receptionist.

"That's not the case." The old man shook his head and said, "I am the descendant of the Iron Sword Sect, and the most useless disciple of the former Sect Master."

"Oh?" The receptionist twirled his beard, looked the visitor up and down, and asked, "May I ask why you are here today, fellow Taoist?"

"I heard that the head of your sect will soon complete his foundation building and will pass the golden elixir tribulation." The old man sighed, somewhat helplessly, "I thought that if he forms the golden elixir, it would be difficult to avenge him, so I took advantage of the fact that the head of your sect has not yet formed the golden elixir and came here to settle the old matter."

"Haha!" Hearing this, the receptionist laughed instead of getting angry. He covered his stomach with one hand and pointed at the newcomer with the other, saying, "Fellow Daoist, don't joke. Our sect leader is in the late stage of foundation building. He fought his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. How could he be so easy? You...you want to kill a foundation building?" He looked up at the sky, acting curious, and asked with a smile, "Did you invite the ancestor of Qiaoshan? Or did you find a mistress from Jiuyinshan?"

"I'm alone." The old man said seriously.

"My Jinxiu Sect has just gone through a war, but we still have nearly a thousand disciples, including three people who have established their foundation! We have countless external aids." The receptionist shook his head, and seeing that the visitor was very serious, he smiled and said, "How about this, let me weigh you first."

"That's fine." The old man immediately untied the package on his back, removed the rags, took out a rusty and broken sword without a sheath, and held the hilt upside down, "Please."

Chen Zhiyuan did not look at the receptionist, but only looked up along the mountain gate. There was no telling how many steps there were. The path to heaven was hidden in the clouds and mist. (End of this chapter)