Immortal Sword Master

Time flies, and more than two months have passed in a blink of an eye.

Lin Xin has also practiced swordsmanship on the mountain for nearly three months. In fact, he is more interested in the inner strength of Xiaogui Yuanjue than swordsmanship. Unfortunately, his physique is not suitable for it at all. Practice this inner strength.

Xiao Gui Yuan Jue has high requirements on people's physique, only a small number of people can practice it, and this is also the key to the decline of the Hongsong Sect.

In desperation, he could only practice the red pine sword technique honestly.

laugh!

A faint mist shrouded the gymnasium on the top of the mountain.

Lin Xin was dressed in a black Taoist robe, his long hair was tied into a bun, and a wooden sword in his hand stabbed forward lightly and straightly, making an ear-piercing sound of piercing the air.

change!

With a low shout, the wooden sword suddenly flashed to the left, and suddenly there was another sound of breaking through the air.

The tip of the sword pierced the same place again at a different angle.

Sure. You kid... Bo Yunzi stood not far away, his eyes wide open in disbelief. You were so stupid at the beginning, how come you're enlightened now?

Brother and sister An Ying and Lu Yun hurriedly applauded not far away.

As expected of a senior brother, you have comprehended the essentials of Songyang Needle so quickly!

An Ying praised loudly and shamelessly.

Fart! It took two months for this kid to practice the Songyang Needle, and you did the sword style in a week, thanks to you being able to say it?! Bo Yunzi said furiously.

This guy left the teacher's school at the beginning, but he still has deep feelings for the Hongsong school in his heart. He wanted to come back and get the secret skills and leave, but he didn't expect that the Hongsong school had only this little root left, and finally he stayed and taught a few people martial arts.

He changed into a gray-white Taoist robe, and walked up with a wooden sword.

An Ying, come here!

Yes. After spending so long together, An Ying also saw that this uncle was just a knife-mouthed and tofu-hearted towards them, so she raised her sword with a smile.

The two occupied the space in the middle of the courtyard and stood facing each other.

Lin Xin stepped aside to watch the two practice.

Look clearly, this is the real Songyang Needle!

Bo Yunzi just finished speaking.

Chi Chi Chi! !

After three crisp sounds in a row, the wooden sword in his hand suddenly lifted up, split into three handles like lightning, and stabbed at An Ying at the same time.

When the three sword shadows were about to reach An Ying, they instantly merged into one point.

clang! !

An Ying raised the tip of her sword. It just hits the side below the sword shadow. The sword shadow was beaten upwards and deviated from its position, passing through her hair.

This move is sure to be effective! Good! Bo Yunzi seemed to be happy, and drew his sword like lightning and stabbed again.

This stab was extremely fast, piercing An Ying's chest. There is hardly even a shadow to be seen.

Master, you are bullying me!! An Ying yelled, and the wooden sword rushed forward to block it, but it broke with a click. She herself took several steps back before she could barely stand still. The flush was fleeting.

The third level of Xiaogui Yuanjue, haha, how about the explosive power? Bo Yunzi laughed without shame. You have reached the second floor, and if you work harder, you can be like me.

Uncle Master~~! An Ying stood up reluctantly.

He put away his sword and looked at Lu Yun and Lu Yu brothers and sisters beside him.

It's these two little guys, their brains are not working well, why were they taken up the mountain by the senior brother?

Lin Xin is also speechless. Lu Yun brothers and sisters can't even practice the basic red pine swordsmanship. They are worse than him before. I really don't know how they were introduced. Maybe the master just adopted them as handymen. .

Bo Yunzi kidnapped beard.

In this rivers and lakes, there are hundreds of sects and thousands of gangs. These are only a little famous, and there are countless unknown ones. You, An Ying, are now considered third-rate among them.

Uncle, there are so many people from the Jianghu outside? An Ying asked a little curiously, I heard from the master before that there is a Hongyingmen two hundred miles away, and he is the most powerful master here. You said he is What level of master is that?

Lin Xin also pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

This uncle has been wandering for many years, and his experience must be much better than that cheap master. It happens to be the best way to understand the world.

And Lu Yun Lu Yun next to him is also very curious. There are no entertainment facilities these days, so these rumors of the rivers and lakes have become the best pastime.

Bo Yunzi smiled.

Hongyingmen is nothing. To be honest, in terms of experience, there is really no one in Hongsong City better than me.

He paused.

Our Hongsong City is close to Jilin, a large forest sea, which belongs to the northwest of the Great Yuan Dynasty. The most prosperous city nearby is Yuchun City, one of the three major capitals in the northwest of the Great Yuan Dynasty. It is thousands of miles away from us. It's really prosperous... other places, that is, near our Yuchun City, there are no less than a hundred small towns like Hongsong City. Various villages and counties are dotted.

What about the Jianghu sect? Lin Xin interjected and asked.

The sect of the rivers and lakes is naturally the number one hero in the Northwest, Yulin Dao Changchun, and his sect is also the largest sect in our Northwest Territory, and there are many other big gangs, but the one closest to us is the Plum Blossom Gate. The five small towns, including Hongsong City, are under their jurisdiction. Even Jiangyang robbers who are in trouble with the government have to notify them to ask for assistance.

Having said that, Bo Yunzi slightly sneered. It seems that he is very unhappy with Plum Blossom Gate.

Then how is this level of strength determined? Lin Xin asked.

Strength level? Bo Yunzi frowned, There is no level. Strength is all achieved. Whoever is famous is strong! Those who are not famous are weak chickens.

Ah? Lin Xin thought there would be some detailed division, but unexpectedly it was this answer.

Ah what? That's it, but when it comes to levels, we prefer to compare specific people. For example, at the level of an expert like the master of the Plum Blossom Sect, XX's strength has reached the level of the Plum Blossom Sect Master, or so-and-so How many rounds have you fought with Chachacha, and there is no winner. Bo Yunzi sneered, It doesn't matter what level you divide in Jianghu, even if you return to the third level of Yuan Jue and meet a ruthless person who has never practiced internal skills, We have to fight before we talk!

Well said!! Strength is not based on bragging, but on fighting!

At this moment, a loud laugh came from outside the gymnasium, a thin man with a black turban rushed into the gate, and raised his hand to make a little black spot.

The black dot shot towards Bo Yunzi at high speed.

Bo Yunzi, it's time. The thin man left a sentence, turned around and left, with a quick movement, he disappeared at the end of the stone steps under the door in a few strokes.

Bo Yunzi raised his hand to catch the black dot, which seemed to be a black iron dart with a roll of white cloth tied to its tail. He frowned and retracted the dart without looking at it.

Okay, that's all for today. You go back to rest and prepare to cook. He left the sentence, turned and went back to the room.

The few remaining people looked at each other in blank dismay. Although they were curious about what was in the dart, no one dared to ask more questions. Boyunzi turned his face very quickly.

Lin Xin had just listened for a while, but was still not satisfied, when he was interrupted, feeling a little itchy in his heart.

Senior brother, the Lantern Festival will be in a few days... An Ying walked up to him quietly and said in a low voice with a coy face.

Lantern Festival? Lin Xin was slightly taken aback. He remembered that he had an appointment with his family, and he had to go back every year for the Lantern Festival.

Brother...you promised me that you would take me back... An Ying's face was almost red to the neck, and she lowered her head and said like a gnat.

... Lin Xin had a headache. The Lantern Festival also has a name called Valentine's Day... At this time, many young ladies have the opportunity to go out and have private meetings with their lovers. They have the opportunity to meet each other, which is equivalent to the modern blind date meeting, and the success rate is not small.

Bringing girls home on Valentine's Day, wondering with my ass what the result is.

He secretly looked at An Ying.

The girl changed into a white dress today, which highlighted her slender legs, and her skin looked fairer and more delicate. Her long hair was tied with two small round buns, and a white headband hung behind her. Her long hair reached her waist.

At this time, she was a little closer, and the outline of her slender waist could be vaguely seen through the thin white gauze.

With a delicate face, tall and straight chest, and a broken wooden sword upside down in her hand, An Ying doesn't look like an illiterate mountain girl, but more like a chivalrous woman in white who is fighting for justice in the rivers and lakes.

Does it look good? Uncle Shi gave it to me. Sensing Lin Xin's scrutinizing gaze, An Ying immediately forgot her embarrassment, and turned her hands around in a circle.

Beautiful, she looks like a chivalrous woman. With Lin Xin's aesthetic sense trained by various modern cosmetic ps, he couldn't find any faults. If it weren't for the calluses on An Ying's hands from practicing swords, she might look like a delicate and weak fairy in white.

Yes, my uncle said that a chivalrous woman gave it to him. An Ying replied somewhat ambiguously.

I think it was stolen... Lin Xin was speechless. But I dare not say this, I can only think about it in my heart. He could see that Bo Yunzi's kung fu was obviously much better than that cheap master's. With such a wealth of experience, he was able to live in the arena for so long. Obviously, his level is not bad.

After resting for a while, Lu Yun and Lu Yu cooked the meals, and the big guys got together to prepare for the meal, but they found that the master uncle Yunzi could not be found in the gymnasium.

Lin Xin has practiced the steps and sword moves of the red pine swordsmanship to the most perfect level. With the help of attributes and abilities, he only needs to encounter a success by chance to remember the physical memory of this success, and then form skills and practice repeatedly.

In this way, mastering sword moves and so on is simply not so fast, and he has at least five points of strength in front of Bo Yunzi, so as not to expose his terrifying speed of progress.

Just as I was about to have dinner, I asked my uncle how to practice Dusha Palm, but Bo Yunzi disappeared in such a short time.

The four of them came to Boyunzi's room and saw a piece of paper lying flat on the desk.

Lin Xin was the only person present who could read, so Lu Yu hurried forward to pick up the paper and handed it to Lin Xin eagerly.

If you have something to go out, you will be back in March. Don't read it. ——Master Uncle.

Lin Xin read it again, remembering the dart that suddenly appeared just now, and the white cloth at the end. Obviously something happened temporarily, and Bo Yunzi left suddenly.

The four of them looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally found a backbone, but unexpectedly ran away again.

Okay, okay, don't worry, it's okay, Uncle Bo Yunzi is just going out temporarily, come back in March, let's keep the gym well. Lin Xin has been dragged by Bo Yunzi to practice during this time In the sword duel practice, Lin Xinru has completely adapted to master Lin Xinru's original simple and superficial sword skills, and has gained a lot of combat experience.