Lingyun spent the past two months in Qianlong Pavilion.

As the Heisen Empire, which was extremely eager to be promoted to a level seven civilization as soon as possible, the books they collected about the Holy Sword Saint can definitely be described in a large number. Among them, the words described in the Saint Sword Master's sword posture are also extremely large.

Unfortunately, when Ling Yun saw these holy sword masters' methods of communicating with spirits, he was once again deeply disappointed.

People on this planet are not as diligent as they imagined. Although they have countless years of sword skills civilization, they have wasted most of their energy on how to be lazy and how to take shortcuts, thus ignoring their own cultivation. This is fully exposed from the sword posture of the Holy Sword Master.

The way most holy sword masters condense sword spirits is either to use the spirits in the holy weapon to release the sword force with the spirits of the holy weapon. Or simply detain a powerful soul from some places, seal it in the sword, and then communicate with this soul to reach the point of using the sword force.

Even some eight-level civilization countries have started to cultivate a sword master called sword slave since childhood. This kind of sword master has only one sword and one master in his life. The ideas instilled since childhood make them obey the master's orders unconditionally. When they are strong enough, they will be killed by their master, and then refined into the master's sword through secret ritual sacrifices and become a sword spirit. Because this sword spirit has been influenced by the idea of ​​obeying the master's orders since childhood, it will not resist even after becoming a sword spirit, and the master is easy to use.

After seeing these, Ling Yun couldn't help but sigh: "These people are really doing everything they can to become the Holy Sword Master."

"However, Liuli and I said before were vague, and they seemed to know that I was communicating with the sword through the power of the mind. Since she said this, that is, there are also holy sword masters in this world who use methods like me to condense the sword spirit, but why is there no record in this book?" Ling Yun thought for a moment, but there was no result. He had to keep this question in his heart and ask her again when he met next time.

He did not choose to use these holy sword masters to condense the sword soul. He didn't need to think about it, the spirituality tempered with his own hard work and mind must be much more useful than the spirit of the human soul. After knowing the more exquisite methods, it is impossible to use those inferior methods.

After learning that the knowledge he knew was so backward, Ling Yun immediately started to make up for it. He spent almost all month in Qianlong Pavilion and almost never came down.

Knowledge is power! He who comes from the earth cannot not understand the truth of this sentence.

The elders of Qianlong Pavilion were very optimistic about the future of this young third-level sword master and acquiesced to his behavior of staying in Qianlong Pavilion with food and accommodation. After all, if the family could have another great sword master, it would be a significant improvement in overall strength.

After two months, Ling Yun immediately withdrew from the absorption of knowledge.

Today is the day to make an appointment to meet.

The elder downstairs was still explaining some questions about cultivation for the young heroes of the family, but he was half less than the thirty listeners two months ago. It seemed that all of these people were sent to the temple in the center of the capital.

Seeing Ling Yun go downstairs, the elder nodded kindly, saying hello.

His actions surprised all the young sword masters secretly, and their eyes looked at Ling Yun one by one were full of strangeness: "Although the 18-year-old second-level sword master is rare, the elder doesn't have to treat him so well, so he actually greeted him on his own initiative? And this guy actually nodded and said, looking as if he was taken for granted, he didn't even take the elder's authority seriously."

With everyone's own thoughts, Ling Yun quickly left Qianlong Pavilion.

Three miles from Qianlong Pavilion, his personal maids Lin Shuilan and Lin Ruoruo had already prepared a carriage and waited outside. The hot gazes of the guards next to him and the young heroes passing by were finally regaining a little confidence in the two girls who were neglected in front of Ling Yun.

Seeing Ling Yun come out, the two girls hurried up to greet him: "Young Master."

"Why are you here?"

Lin Shuilan said: "We estimate that the young master will go to the capital temple today. I am afraid that you will be far away, so I specially prepared a carriage in advance and waited for the young master to come out."

Ling Yun responded and said directly: "You two don't have to go, and ask the butler to inform Deacon Lin Mo that I want to leave the family."

"Young Master, let's take you to the Capital Temple. We can also feel at ease when you enter the space gate."

Ling Yun didn't say much, sat up and continued to stare at the sword in his hand to communicate with the spirit.

In fact, the two girls didn't know that Ling Yun was going to the Capital Temple today, so they waited here specifically. They exchanged shifts with the other two sisters, and they had hardly left here in two months. Who told Ling Yun not to mention the specific time? As maids, they could only work harder and try their best to do things well.

The entire imperial capital is so big that even if you drive with all your might at the speed of Lingyun, the eight-horse jade carriage, you have to walk all day long.

Fortunately, the Lin family is in the center of power in the capital, not far from the capital temple, just one or two hours drive away.

The capital's streets are divided into four types: one is a mixed street, one is a pedestrian road, one is a driveway, and the other is a street dedicated to the great nobles and royal children. With the power of the Lin family, you will naturally have the qualifications to walk on the street dedicated to the nobles.

A large number of carriages passing by everywhere along the way can be seen walking through various lanes without any frost. Since these three days are the day when the God's Trial Space is opened, almost two-thirds of the sword masters in the entire empire gathered in the imperial capital, and various powerful nobles can be seen everywhere. Therefore, even the streets of nobles that had always been smooth before are often blocked at this moment.

Lin Shuilan looked at the huge warships that occasionally flew through the sky and said with some envy: "If the young master can enter the Presbyterian Church one day, there will be a private warship rewarded by the family immediately. At that time, we can also enjoy the young master's glory and experience the feeling of flying in the air."

"If there is a warship, fly directly to the temple. Including the time to start the landing, it will take up to half an hour. You don't need to wait in such a blocked street."

Although the streets are blocked, fortunately, the nobles in this world are well-educated, and at least they will not send their servants to shout loudly on the streets. Moreover, the royal family has sent a large number of guards to maintain the order of the streets, and the traffic is still moving forward slowly.

At this time, the advantage of power was brought into play. Among the vehicles that were given priority, the royal family was the first, followed by the Lin family and the Ye family, and then other nobles. Under the protection of this special policy, Ling Yun's car finally drove again.

It took more than two hours before the huge building figure of the Capital Temple appeared in the sight of several people.

The Lin family's car drove directly into the main entrance of the temple. The temple was 366 meters high, almost as if it was at the horizon. The eyes of ordinary people could not see the end. The square in front of the temple alone was huge than any square that Ling Yun had seen. There were at least tens of thousands of carriages, and hundreds of thousands of people gathered together, making people dizzy. All kinds of discussions of all sizes gathered together to form a terrifying wave of sound, roaring and bombarding the eardrums of pedestrians! If some ordinary people from low-level civilizations had not been strengthened by the fighting spirit, they would have to faint by the huge wave of sound.

Although the quality of the Level 6 civilization is very high, there are too many people at the entrance of the temple. These three days are special days, and the pressure on personnel to maintain order has increased greatly, and some chaos can be seen.
Chapter completed!