The sword cultivator ascended to the modern age

Shen Yi suddenly had the urge to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it, "Ahem, cough, cough..."

Professor Jian sighed and said, "Stay and make up the classes, Xiaofu will come with you."

Shen Yi couldn't believe his ears. Was he right? Make up a lesson? ! He subconsciously looked at Ling Yun, who patted him on the shoulder with a smile in his eyes, "Study hard."

He turned back to Tang Xingman, "Mom..."

Tang Xingman pretended not to notice, holding Ning Wan's hand affectionately, "Ning Wan, that medicine last time..."

Seven people went in and five people came out. Shen Yi looked at the closed door with endless regret in his eyes. He had known he wouldn't be able to come here! Might as well sleep at home!

When Ling Yun walked out of the room, there was no smile in his eyes, "Auntie, please go back first."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person had disappeared. Tang Xingman asked the people next to him blankly, "Where has she gone?"

Ning Wan seemed to have thought of something, and took out a small medicine bottle from her bag and handed it to Tang Xingman, "By the way, here's it for you."

Tang Xingman's attention was completely attracted by the small medicine bottle, "Let's go relax and leave other matters to the juniors."

The magician stared at the two people's backs and said, "Shao Yu, what do you think?"

Shaoyu's eyes were firm, "I want to go."

The magician looked at him in surprise.

"I wasn't able to go back then, and sometimes I wonder if the ending would have been different if I had gone." After saying that, Shaoyu stretched his arms and walked back leisurely.

The magician laughed and followed him, "Don't think so much."

On the other side, Ling Yun arrived in Central Park with a few jumps. She stood on a short slope and looked down at a foxtail grass on the ground with interest.

In Central Park in winter, the cold wind is howling. Unlike other trees and flowers swaying in the wind, this foxtail grass stands still.

No, in other words, it was moving. It was shaking quite violently. Matched with the melody that sounded from time to time in the park, it was quite rhythmic.

After persisting for a long time, Ling Yun raised his eyebrows, tapped his fingers, and struck the dog's tail grass with a sword energy in his hand.

"Wha--" The dog's tail grass turned into a long sword and jumped out towards the sky.

"Want to run away?" Ling Yun shouted coldly, and Hua Guangjian chased after him.

The sword light flashed in the air. Huaguang was already able to restrain Yueshuang, not to mention that Ling Yun was now a true immortal. Colorful light flashed from the tip of the Huaguang Sword, and a sword energy flew out. The sword energy flew out like a horse and struck directly. Yueshuang Sword, Yueshuang Sword was knocked down directly in front of Ling Yun.

The body of the Moon Frost Sword trembled violently, and there was a faint sound of wailing. Ling Yun easily grasped the hilt of the Moon Frost Sword. In an instant, the Moon Frost Sword became as quiet as a dead thing.

"Masterless?!" Ling Yun's brows tightened instantly, and a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes. If it was the Masterless Sword, it would be even more troublesome. How did this thing appear here? And what are you doing with her family?

Ling Yun vaguely guessed something in her heart, but she quickly rejected it. The Tianjian Sect's sword tomb was on the snow peak and should have been personally guarded by the peak master. However, when she ascended, there was no peak master on the snow peak.

The Huaguang Sword on the side circled around Ling Yun. Seeing that she was still holding Yueshuang and not letting go, the sound of the Huaguang Sword rang out, hitting the Yueshuang Sword in Ling Yun's hand.

Ling Yun had no choice but to put the Yueshuang Sword into the space, raised her hand to hold the Huaguang Sword again, turned her wrist, and the sword moved with her, her posture was light and elegant, and she danced a set of Tianjian Sect's basic sword skills. Just like a fairy descending to earth.

Unknowingly, it attracted many passers-by to stop and watch, and even a few old men who also held long swords started to imitate it.

After dancing the basic sword skills several times, she calmed down the Huaguang Sword. Feeling the tremors in the sword gradually subsided, Ling Yun sheathed the sword.

The crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, leaving only the few old men holding swords, whispering, and seeing Ling Yun about to leave, an old man with gray hair stepped forward and said, "Girl, are you interested in joining our swordsmanship club? "

Ling Yun stopped and asked, "Swordsmanship club?"

The old man nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, let's learn from each other."

Another older man, who looked slightly younger, held up the sign on his chest and handed it to Ling Yun, "Scan the QR code to join the group. We will organize swordsmanship exchange activities regularly."

Ling Yun's interest suddenly rose. She didn't expect that there would be swordsmanship exchange activities in this mortal world. After she scanned the QR code to join the group, the old man stuffed her with a bag of eggs, "This is a bonus for joining the group."

Ling Yun was holding the egg and was surrounded by several old people with a confused look on his face. The old people were all talking about it.

——"Yes, yes, we have club activities now, and everyone who participates will be rewarded."

——"Captain, this little girl sign up!"

——"Little girl, the outfit you wore just now looks pretty good."

——"Yes, yes, you will teach us later."

——"I picked this in my yard, take it."

When one person is stuffing things, there will be a second one. In the end, Ling Yun was carrying a lot of things in big and small bags. As the saying goes, those who take things easy are short-handed and those who eat things are soft-spoken. Ling Yun opened a temporary swordsmanship instruction class in the square.

In the beginning, it was just these old people who were learning from him, but when Ling Yun started teaching the sword, it was as if he were a different person. He required both standard postures and the sword to move according to his heart.

Coupled with the basic swordsmanship of Tianjian Sect, the sword power is strong and the swordsmanship is unique and changeable. Ten people can have ten styles, each style has its own fierce characteristics.

Even the old man danced so handsomely and beautifully. Later, many young people passing by found a wooden stick in the park and started to follow suit. In the end, it turned into a big battle with a hundred people wielding swords.

There are actually several good talents in swordsmanship among these people. It's a pity that there is no spiritual energy in this world, otherwise they would have to enter her Lingxian Peak.

At this time, Jiang Che felt his eyelids twitching as he looked at the battle in front of him. He forced a smile, "Ling Yun? What are you doing?"

Ling Yun looked at these sword-wielding juniors with satisfaction, and asked without turning his head: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Che didn't understand why he could see so much pride in this guy's expressionless face. He rolled his eyes countless times in his heart. Finally, he rubbed his face that was frozen in laughter and said, "Jiang Ziqing asked me to inform you. , Xian ran away from home."

"..." Ling Yun turned his head and looked directly at Jiang Che, not knowing what to say for a moment. Jiang Che had long heard that Ling Yun was over a thousand years old. He thought the old lady didn't hear clearly, so he spoke again in a louder voice, "Xian ran away from home!"

"I understand." Ling Yun nodded slightly and got into Jiang Che's car. Jiang Che was stunned for a few seconds. After Ling Yun got into the car, he realized what he was doing and sat in the driver's seat and asked, "No, aunt, Where are you going?"

Ling Yun signaled him to drive to the Express Hotel, "Pick up the children after class."

Jiang Che looked at the formation of hundreds of people outside, "Then you don't care about these people?"

"They will leave after they finish practicing." After saying this, Ling Yun closed her eyes and rested in the car. Her addiction to Master was over.

Jiang Che curled his lips and accepted his fate as the driver. As soon as the car arrived at the door of the hotel, he saw the second young master of the Shen family sitting dejectedly on the steps.