Time flies, and more than two months have passed in the blink of an eye.
Lin Xin also practiced swordsmanship on the mountain for nearly three months. In fact, he was more interested in internal skills such as Xiao Guiyuan Jue than swordsmanship. However, to his regret, his physique was not suitable at all.
Practice this internal skill.
Xiao Gui Yuan Jue has very high physical requirements for people, and only a very small number of people can practice it. This is also the key to the decline of Hongsong Sect.
In desperation, he could only practice the red pine sword technique honestly.
laugh!
A light mist enveloped the mountaintop gym.
Lin Xin was dressed in a black Taoist robe, with long hair tied into a bun, and a wooden sword in his hand was lightly thrust forward, making a harsh sound.
"change!"
He shouted low, and the wooden sword suddenly flashed to the left, and suddenly there was another sound of breaking through the air.
The sword tip struck the same spot again at a different angle.
"Okay. You kid..." Boyunzi stood not far away, his eyes wide open as if he couldn't believe it. "You were so stupid at first, how come you suddenly realize it now?"
Not far away, brothers An Ying and Lu Yun also clapped quickly.
"As expected of Senior Brother, he has understood the essentials of Songyang Needle so quickly!"
An Ying praised loudly and shamelessly.
"Fart! It took this kid two months to practice Songyang Needle, but you mastered the sword style in a week. How dare you say this?!" Boyunzihuo Daodao.
This guy left the sect at the beginning, but he still had deep feelings for the Hongsong sect in his heart. He wanted to come back and get the secret skills and leave, but he didn't expect that the Hongsong sect only had this little foundation left. In the end, he stayed and taught a few people.
martial arts.
He changed into a gray-white Taoist robe and walked up holding a wooden sword.
"An Ying, come here!"
"Yes." An Ying spent so much time together that she could see that this uncle was just a sharp-tongued person towards them, so she raised her sword with a smile on her face.
The two of them occupied an empty space in the middle of the yard and stood facing each other.
Lin Xin walked aside and watched the two of them practice.
"See clearly, this is the real Songyang Needle!"
Boyunzi just finished speaking.
Tsk tsk tsk!!
With three consecutive crisp sounds, the wooden sword in his hand suddenly lifted up, split into three handles like an afterimage like lightning, and stabbed 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 pushed the tip of her sword upwards, just below and to the side of the sword shadow. The sword shadow moved upward and deviated from its position, passing through the top of her hair.
"This move will definitely return Yang! Good!" Boyunzi seemed to be happy, sheathed her sword like lightning and stabbed again.
The thrust was extremely fast and went straight into An Ying's chest. He could barely even see his shadow.
"Uncle, you are bullying me!!" An Ying shouted, and the wooden sword hurriedly blocked it forward, but it broke with a click. She herself also took several steps back before she could stand firm. Her face flushed in a flash.
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"The third level of Xiao Guiyuan Jue, haha, how about the explosive power?" Boyunzi laughed without shame. "You have reached the second level. If you work harder, you can be like me."
"Uncle Master~~!!" An Ying stood up.
He put away his sword and looked at the brothers and sisters Lu Yun and Lu Yu beside him.
"But these two little guys are not smart enough. How did they get accepted into the mountain by senior brother?"
Lin Xin was also speechless. Brother Lu Yun and his sister couldn't even practice the basic steps of red pine swordsmanship. They were worse than before. I really don't know how they were introduced. Maybe the master only adopted them as handymen.
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Boyunzi captured the beard.
"There are hundreds of large and small sects and thousands of gangs in this world. There are only some that are somewhat famous, and there are countless that are not famous. An Ying, you can be considered a third-rate person among them now."
"Uncle, there are so many martial arts people outside?" An Ying asked curiously, "I heard the master say before that there is a Hong Ying sect two hundred miles away, who is the most powerful master here. Do you think he is
What level of master are you?"
Lin Xin also pricked up his ears and listened carefully.
This uncle has been wandering around for many years, and his experience is definitely much better than that cheap master. It happens to be the best way to understand the world.
Lu Yun, who was next to him, was also very curious. There were not many entertainment facilities these days, so these stories and legends became the best pastime.
Boyunzi smiled.
"Hong Yingmen is nothing. To be honest, in terms of knowledge and experience, there is really no one in this Red Pine City who is better than me."
He paused.
"Our Red Pine City is located near the large forest sea of Jilin, which belongs to the northwest of the Yuan Dynasty. The most prosperous city nearby is Yuchun City, one of the three capitals in the northwest of the Yuan Dynasty. It is thousands of miles away from us. Only there is
It is truly prosperous... In other places, near our Yuchun City, there are no less than a hundred small towns like Hongsong City, dotted in various towns and counties."
"What about Jianghu sects?" Lin Xin interjected and asked.
"The Jianghu sect is naturally the greatest hero in the northwest, Yulin Dao Changchun. His sect is also the largest sect in our northwest region. There are many other big gangs and sects, but the one closest to us is the Plum Blossom Sect.
Five small cities, including Red Pine City, are under their jurisdiction. Even when the government encounters trouble with gangsters, they have to notify them to ask for assistance."
Having said this, Boyunzi showed a slight sneer. He seemed to be very unhappy with Meihuamen.
"Then how is this level of strength determined?" Lin Xin asked.
"Strength level?" Boyunzi frowned, "There is no level without level. Strength is all achieved through hard work. Whoever has a famous name is strong! Those who are not famous are weaklings."
"Ah?" Lin Xin thought there would be some detailed division, but he didn't expect this answer.
"Ah what? That's it. But when it comes to levels, we prefer to compare specific people. For example, a master like the leader of the Plum Blossom Sect, so-and-so's strength has reached the level of the leader of the Plum Blossom Sect, or so-and-so
I once fought with Chachacha for many rounds, no matter the outcome." Boyunzi sneered, "It doesn't matter what level you are in the world, even if you are on the third level of Xiao Guiyuan Jue, if you encounter a ruthless person who has never practiced internal skills,
We have to fight it before we talk!”
"Well said! Strength does not come from bragging, but from fighting!"
At this moment, a loud laugh suddenly came from outside the gym, and a thin man wearing a black turban rushed into the door and raised his hand to make some black dots.
The black spot shot towards Boyunzi very fast.
"Bo Yunzi, the time has come." The thin man left a message, turned around and left. His movements were quick and he disappeared at the end of the stone steps under the door in a few clicks.
Boyunzi raised his hand to catch the black dot, which seemed to be a black iron dart with a roll of white cloth tied to the tail. He frowned and put away the dart without looking.
"Okay, that's it for today. You guys go back to rest and prepare to cook." He left the words and turned around to go back to his room.
The remaining people looked at each other in confusion. Although they were curious about the content of the dart, no one dared to ask more questions. Boy Yunzi turned his face around very quickly.
Lin Xin just listened to the whole thing, but before he could finish what he meant, he was interrupted and felt a little itchy in his heart.
"Brother, the Lantern Festival will be in a few days..." An Ying quietly walked up to him and whispered, her face coy.
"Lantern Festival?" Lin Xin was slightly startled. He remembered that he had made an appointment with his family and that he had to go back every year during the Lantern Festival.
"Senior brother... you promised me that you would take me back..." An Ying's face turned red to her neck, her head lowered and her voice was like a mosquito.
"..." Lin Xin had a headache. The Lantern Festival is also called Valentine's Day... At this time, many young ladies have the opportunity to go out and have private meetings with their lovers. During the festival, men and women
Only then do we have the opportunity to meet, which is equivalent to a modern blind date conference, and the success rate is not small.
If you take a girl home on Valentine's Day, you will know what the result will be if you think about it with your butt.
He looked at An Ying secretly.
The girl changed into a white skirt 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 hung down behind her with a white hairband, reaching her waist.
At this time, she was a little close, and the outline of her slender waist could be vaguely seen through the thin white gauze.
With her delicate face, tall and perky chest, and holding a broken wooden sword in her hand, An Ying does not look like an illiterate mountain girl, but more like a chivalrous lady in white who fights for justice in the world.
"Does it look good? It was given to me by my uncle." Sensing Lin Xin's appraising gaze, An Ying suddenly forgot her shyness and spread her hands in a circle.
"Beautiful, she looks like a chivalrous girl." With Lin Xin's aesthetics, which has been trained by various modern plastic surgery PS, there is nothing picky about it. If An Ying didn't have calluses from sword practice on her hands, she probably looks like
She is just a delicate and delicate fairy in white.
"Yes, my uncle said that a chivalrous woman gave it to him." An Ying answered a little bit.
"I think they were robbed..." Lin Xin was speechless. But he didn't dare to say this out loud, he could only think about it in his heart. He finally saw that Boyunzi's kung fu was obviously much better than that cheap master.
With so much experience, and being able to survive in the world for so long, it is obvious that his level is not bad.
After resting for a while, Lu Yun and Lu Yu prepared the meal. Everyone gathered together to prepare for the meal, but found that their uncle Yunzi was nowhere to be found in the gym.
Lin Xin has already perfected the steps and sword moves of the Red Pine Sword Technique. With the help of attribute abilities, he only needs to happen upon one success to remember the physical memory of this success, and then form
Skills are practiced repeatedly.
In this way, he could master sword moves and other things very quickly. He kept at least five points of his strength in front of Boyunzi, so as not to reveal his too terrifying progress speed.
Just as he was about to have dinner, he asked his uncle how to practice poisonous sand palm. Unexpectedly, in such a short time, Boyunzi disappeared.
The four people came to Boyunzi's room and saw a piece of paper lying flat on the desk.
Lin Xin was the only one present who could read. Lu Yu quickly stepped forward to pick up the paper and handed it to Lin Xin eagerly.
"If you need to go out for something, I'll be back in three months. Don't think about it. - Uncle Master."
Lin Xinzhao read it again, remembering the dart that suddenly appeared just now and the white cloth at the end. It was obvious that something happened at the last moment, so Boyunzi left suddenly.
The four of them looked at each other and finally found a backbone, but unexpectedly they ran away again.
"Okay, okay, don't worry, it's okay. Master Boyunzi is just going out temporarily. He will come back in March. We just have to guard the gym." Lin Xin was constantly being pulled by Boyunzi to practice during this period.
Through sword sparring, he has completely adapted to and mastered Lin Xinru's original rough swordsmanship, and his battle experience has also been enriched a lot.