Martial arts world explorer

Chapter 302 Perfection
Shi Qingxuan looked at the surrounding scenery, and praised: "Master said that the Song clan master developed salt wells in Lingnan, and made maritime merchants, making the people in Lingnan rich, and his merits are immeasurable. Seeing you today, it really is like this. You are really kind-hearted and courageous."

Song Zhidao: "Master Shi praised it absurdly, but it is just a small thing for the local people. If the local people are not doing well, we will not have a good life either."

"Brother Song's words are sincere, but it's a pity that today's great powers and powers know that the people are living well so that they can live well, and those who have the ability to care for the people are even rarer."

Song Yuzhi took Shi Qingxuan's arm and said: "I heard that my sister's flute art is unparalleled in the world, this time I must see it, when did my sister learn from Sect Master Lin?"

Shi Qingxuan said: "Through the old birthday banquet, Qingxuan went to perform, and then someone fell in love with him, and later, he became his apprentice."

Compared to the simple Song Yuzhi, Song Zhi knew more about major affairs in Jianghu, and asked in a low voice, "Sect Master Lin took everyone as disciples, so the evil king..."

"We fight and we both lose, or I would have come here long ago."

Song Zhi was shocked, how powerful Shi Zhixuan was, and how difficult it was to injure Shi Zhixuan. Lin Xuan and Shi Zhixuan were both hurt in the fight, and Shi Zhixuan didn't say a word about his apprentice Shi Qingxuan, how terrible his strength must be.

What's even worse is that Lin Xuan wants to discuss swords with Song Que.

It is inevitable to get injured in martial arts competitions. Lin Xuan and Song Que are both masters of swordsmanship and are good at attacking and attacking.

Lin Xuan died, and Lian Xinghou came to the door. The Song Clan couldn't deal with it. Song Que died, and the Song Clan could be disbanded directly.

He wanted to stop it, but he couldn't.

Lin Xuan's name was written on the whetstone by Song Que. Even if Lin Xuan didn't come to Song Que, Song Que would still go to Lin Xuan. The two of them would have a fight sooner or later.

Song Zhi stopped talking, he didn't know what to say.

Behind the gate of the Song family is a curved corridor across the pond and flower garden. Walk along the corridor, turn left and turn right, and look around.

At the end of the curved corridor is a hexagonal stone pavilion, which is the center of the pond and is connected by a stone bridge to the corridor that surrounds the courtyard.

The stone bridge points directly to another entrance, and it can be seen that there is another space in it, with towering old trees, dense and vigorous, and full of vitality.

Passing through the stone pavilion, crossing the bridge and climbing the corridor, passing through the second courtyard gate, the eyes suddenly open up, and at the end is a magnificent five-bay wooden building.

A locust tree with a height of more than ten feet stands tall and majestic in the center of the courtyard, covering the building and the courtyard like an umbrella. Under the sunshine, there are green shades everywhere, and it is integrated with the main building, forming a majestic and majestic landscape against each other. shape, forming a poetic picture.

Sharpening Hall.

Song Zhi and the three stopped, Shi Qingxuan picked up the jade flute, and played a cheerful tune lightly. Accompanied by the melodious sound, Lin Xuan entered the Sharpening Hall.

Song Que stood in the center of the hall with his back to the door. He didn't see any weapons on his body. He was as straight as a javelin. He was wearing a blue robe hanging down to the floor. Afterwards, without seeing the outline of the facial features, he already has the aura of being invincible and looking down on the world.

There are more than a dozen precious knives of different shapes hanging on the walls on both sides. On the other end of the door, there is a stalagmite-shaped, dark and smooth boulder, which is as high as a person's body, adding to the already peculiar atmosphere of the Modaotang Hall. Another indescribable meaning.

When Lin Xuan took the last step, the flute sound stopped abruptly.

A soft and pleasant voice came: "You are late!"

Lin Xuan said: "No way, in order to accept the apprentice, I had to fight with her father, and my eldest apprentice caused a lot of troubles in Goguryeo, and got injured all over. I am the master, so I didn't fall behind at all. There's nothing left to worry about."

Song Que turned around, revealing a face as handsome as a god.

There is no blemish on the face, under the thick and clear eyebrows are embedded a pair of jewel-like shining eyes, the eyes are full of energy, and the broad forehead shows wisdom beyond ordinary people.

His temples are full of frost, but he doesn't look old at all. On the contrary, he has the aristocratic style of a noble family and the elegant demeanor of a Confucian scholar. With his well-proportioned and graceful body shape and Yuanting and Yuezhi's posture, he is indeed a top master domineering demeanor.

Song Que, Song Que, is really perfect.

The most handsome man Lin Xuan had ever seen was Shi Zhixuan, but now he was going to be replaced by Song Que. Compared to Song Que, Shi Zhixuan at this time was still halfway behind.

"What is Sect Master Lin accepting disciples for?"

"Interesting, I don't want to let all my knowledge be submerged in the torrent of history, and I don't want these beautiful women to suffer from fate. They should have a better ending."

"I didn't expect Sect Master Lin to be a person who loves and cherishes flowers."

"At this age, I always have a preference for beautiful and intelligent juniors."

Song Que changed the subject: "I don't know what Sect Master Lin thinks about the world?"

Speaking of this, Song Que's calm expression showed a bit of melancholy, and this expression alone is enough to break the hearts of thousands of girls.

Lin Xuandao: "I don't think so. I'm not interested in the general trend of the world. Old Song, I came to you to discuss swords. What do you tell me about these things? The Song Clan is powerful, but the population of Lingnan is too small. You can rely on geographical conditions to settle down in one corner, but it is impossible to fight for the world, and you, a descendant of the Song Clan, do not have geniuses who are well-versed in the world."

Song Que said: "That's the case, warriors of my generation still rely on weapons to speak."

Song Que reached out to the knife holder, and with a "clank", one of the knives made a groaning sound as if it had come to life, and jumped out of the scabbard, no different from being pulled out by the handle of the knife.

Grabbing again from a distance, the thick-backed sword fell into Song Que's outstretched left hand as if being pulled by an invisible rope. At this moment, Song Que's person and the sword formed an inseparable and integrated whole.

An invisible but solid saber energy, like a copper wall and an iron wall, forced towards Lin Xuan centered on Song Que.

Lin Xuan drew his saber out of its sheath, and said, "Excellent saber technique, my Die Lianhua is already hungry and thirsty."

The body is automatic without wind, and I don't know how many movements I made in an instant. Every movement is smooth and smooth. The body only advances two feet, but the blade changes no less than a hundred times. Lin Xuan's control over the body and true energy has long been meticulous. .

When the heart moves, the body moves, the breath moves, the spirit moves, and the knife moves.

There are thousands of changes in the moves, all in one thought!
Song Que took a step forward, and a huge aura filled the entire Knife Sharpening Hall in an instant, and the bone-chilling knife aura arrived in front of Lin Xuan as if teleported.

God is mind and mind, mind is body and mind, every time a knife is made, the whole body follows, and the mind and mind are one.

With a sound of "铛", Die Lianhua and Song Que collided with the thick-backed broadsword in their hands, and the sword energy flew, drawing countless knife marks in the knife sharpening hall.

(End of this chapter)