Chapter 137 You directly manage the rest of Yujian
Chapter 137 You are in charge of Yu Jian, and the rest
Qingfengguan backyard!
You can enter directly from the side door of Lin Ye's house.
When rebuilding Qingfeng Temple, Lin Ye specially opened such a back door. The old Taoist glanced at Lin Ye and said nothing.
"Dawu, go put the things in the house."
The old Taoist handed the package he was carrying to Dawu. After Dawu walked away, he looked at Lin Ye and said calmly: "Follow me."
Lin Ye was a little curious about where the old Taoist would take him. The Qingfeng Temple was such a big place. When he was looking to see if the old Tao had left anything behind, he looked through the Qingfeng Temple inside and out. There was nothing special about it.
place.
The old Taoist did not go where Lin Ye was, but was in a corner of the backyard. He began to form seals with his hands and stepped on the Taoist steps at the same time. After a few steps, the figure moved around quickly, which made Lin Ye dizzy.
"Array!"
Seeing Lao Dao's actions, Lin Ye immediately realized that there was a formation in the backyard, and Lao Tao was activating the formation.
Qingfeng Temple actually has formations. I still underestimated the old Taoist.
"open!"
Following Taoist Priest Dingxuan's soft drink, a treasure pavilion unexpectedly appeared in the corner of the courtyard wall.
"This was established by the first generation founder of Qingfeng Temple. What is hidden in it are the untransmitted secrets and magical powers of Qingfeng Temple."
The old Taoist turned around and explained to Lin Ye, and then stepped into the treasure pavilion.
"Damn, it seems that I was right in choosing Qingfeng Temple. It seems that Qingfeng Temple is extraordinary."
Lin Ye somewhat admired his foresight, but the old Taoist over there entered the treasure pavilion for a while and came out with a jade book in his hand.
Jade books are made of jade and carved into the shape of a book. They can be used to record magical powers and techniques.
Those who can read the Jade Book must have magical powers at the magical level.
"This sword-controlling technique is not our own. It was acquired by your third uncle while away from home. He later printed it on the jade book. No one in our Qingfeng Temple has practiced it except your third uncle.
This magical power."
Taoist priest Ding Xuan made a seal with his fingers in the air on the jade book. The jade book began to shine. The next moment, Lin Ye saw a figure floating out of the jade book.
It was a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe, with sharp eyes. Just as soon as he appeared, his breath was so tight that Lin Ye was a little breathless.
"This is the photo of your third martial uncle." Seeing this figure, the old Taoist had a look of nostalgia on his face. Among the several senior brothers back then, he is the only one left now.
"Master, why don't other people in the Taoist temple practice this magical power?" Lin Ye asked curiously.
"After your third uncle died in the battle, I was the only one left in the Taoist temple."
Listening to the old Taoist's answer, Lin Ye understood. With the old Taoist's temperament, even if he wanted to practice, he would only practice life-saving magical powers.
"Look carefully, your third uncle will demonstrate the power of this technique to you."
After being reminded by the old Taoist, Lin Ye stared intently at the photo of the third uncle. He saw the third uncle concentrating on the sword technique with his right hand and shouted softly: "Here comes the sword!"
A flying sword exuding a sharp white cold light appeared in front of the third uncle's hand, and as the third uncle shouted again: "Go!"
The flying sword left an afterimage in the air, and it was so fast that Lin Ye couldn't see it clearly. He didn't know that the sword had flown out until a football-like hole appeared in the courtyard wall in front of him.
The next moment, the entire courtyard wall collapsed.
Lin Ye's breathing quickened as he watched it. This was the art of sword control, it was so awesome.
With such a fast speed, he didn't even have time to react. No wonder the veteran said that even strong men in the Yuan Shen realm had trouble evading.
"Are you satisfied with this technique?"
The old Taoist looked at Lin Ye, who nodded hurriedly, satisfied, so satisfied.
Men, who doesn't love swords?
If one could really cultivate immortality in the real world and conduct a voting on weapons, the sword would definitely be at the top of the list.
"How fast is this sword?"
"Quick, too fast!"
"How powerful is this sword?"
Lin Ye looked at the collapsed wall. If this shot were to hit someone, it would not explode directly.
"Amazingly powerful."
"Then are you willing to learn?" the old Taoist asked, stroking his beard.
If Lin Ye had been more careful at this moment, he would have been able to detect a hint of weirdness in the old Taoist expression, but at this moment, Lin Ye, whose mind was filled with images of sword control, did not notice this at all.
"Disciple is willing."
"That's it, then take it."
The old Taoist raised his hand, and the jade book fell in front of Lin Ye. Lin Ye reached out to grab it, staring at the jade book, and a mental formula appeared in his mind.
"Heavenly Sword!"
The name of the magical power made Lin Ye tremble all over. He dared to take such a domineering name. This magical power must be extraordinary.
After reading it again, Lin Ye was more convinced that this was a super powerful magical power.
In addition to the mental skills for wielding a sword, there is also a message left by his third uncle, whom he has never met before: This sword is so fast that no one in the same realm can react!
Lin Ye condensed the sword seal according to his mental method, and soon a flying sword condensed with spiritual energy appeared. Lin Ye stared at an old tree with a crooked neck in front of him on the left, and shouted: "Go!"
call out!
The flying sword left an afterimage in the air and headed straight to the left.
boom!
The long sword did not penetrate the courtyard wall and directly penetrated the courtyard wall, leaving a sword hole.
Lin Ye was very satisfied. The first time he performed it, the speed was so fast, but his accuracy was a little off. I guess it was because he was relatively new and he could just practice more.
But the only problem is that by using this sword, all the spiritual energy in his body is drained.
Such a powerful magical power must require a large amount of spiritual energy to support it, which is understandable.
This is your trump card when you are in danger.
"You should study it carefully here, and go back to your room to tidy up your clothes first."
"Okay, master, you can go ahead. Disciple, I will practice more here."
Taoist Priest Dingxuan glanced meaningfully at the crooked-necked tree and walked forward, leaving Lin Ye here to absorb spiritual energy and prepare to practice sword practice again.
One sword, two swords...
Half an hour, an hour...
Lin Ye looked at the courtyard wall with many holes punched out, and then at the motionless crooked-necked tree. When the wind blew, the only few dead leaves that were still hanging stubbornly on the branches fell off.
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The newly built staff accommodation area of Taoist Temple.
Dawu looked excited: "Master, Master Lin... Junior Brother Lin changed the sheets and bedding for us, we slept very comfortably."
"Great Enlightenment, practitioners should not be obsessed with external objects."
Taoist Priest Dingxuan, who put on a brand new Taoist robe, admonished Dawu, and then asked: "Does this robe still fit me well?"
"It fits. Master, you look really good in this robe. It's exactly the same as the one in the painting." Dawu praised it first, and then asked doubtfully, "Master, when did you buy this robe? Why didn't I know?"
In the past, in Guanli, the master would ask him to go to a tailor shop to order tailor-made Taoist robes. He said that if he went there by himself, he could pay back the price. As the master of Guanli, the master could not compete with the people for such petty profits.
Therefore, the master has several Taoist robes and he knows them best.
"Ahem... go make a pot of tea for me."
The old Taoist sent his apprentice away. He was embarrassed to say that when he first entered the room and opened the wardrobe, he found that there were more than a dozen Taoist robes inside, all of which were exquisite and gorgeous. There were robes, robes, and everyday wear. He just
When I was trying on clothes, I couldn't bear to take them off.
It's pitiful for me. He has never worn such good Taoist robes in so many years since he was accepted by his master. The best set of Taoist robes was custom-made by a tailor when he first became a temple master. However, after so many years of wear and tear, it has become useless.
Wear it again.
After sending his apprentice away, the old Taoist returned to the room, glanced at the bedding that looked very soft, and said to himself: "Dingxuan, Dingxuan, this is that boy's corrupting heart towards you, this is a sugar-coated bullet.
You can’t be fooled.”
However, the old Taoist turned around and walked towards the bedside again, and continued to mutter to himself: "The old Taoist has never seen anything in his life, how can a set of quilts corrode me?"
Sitting on the edge of the bed, the old man touched the quilt with his hand, and his whole body was filled with intelligence.
This softness, this feel...
The next moment, the whole person rolled up...
"Fusheng Boundless Heavenly Lord, Pindao has accepted him as his disciple. The disciple's filial piety towards the master cannot be said to be corrupting."
The old man changed his position, it was really comfortable.
"master!"
Hearing some plaintive sounds outside the door, the old Taoist suddenly jumped up from the bed, changed out of his clothes, and put on his original set of "simple" Taoist robes.
"What's the matter, disciple?"
Taoist Priest Dingxuan opened the door, looked at Lin Ye standing in the yard outside the door, and asked.
"Master, I have wielded my sword seven times in two hours, but not once was I able to hit the crooked-neck tree. Please clarify my confusion, master."
"Ahem...is this sword fast?"
"Quickly, but I can't hit it."
"Don't worry about whether it hits or not, just tell me whether it's fast or not."
"But I can't control the accuracy of this sword."
"Apart from talking about accuracy, let me ask you whether this sword is fast or not?"
Lin Ye fell silent.
This conversation felt inexplicably familiar, as if he had had a similar conversation with his teammates when he was playing a shooting game.
Teammate: My instant sniper is faster.
Lin Ye: But you weren’t sure.
Teammate: Let me ask you if it is fast.
Lin Ye looked at the old man with a resentful look: "Master, please tell me the truth. What's going on with this sword-controlling skill?"
"Ahem," the old Taoist stroked his beard, "You know the name of this sword-controlling technique, right?"
"Royal Sky Sword." Lin Ye suddenly had a bad premonition and looked at Lao Dao. Lao Dao gave him a look back. Yes, it means exactly what you thought.
"I only care about wielding the sword. Whether or not I succeed is left to God's will?" Lin Ye's voice was trembling, and he asked with the last glimmer of hope.
"Um."
This "hmm" made Lin Ye completely despair.
"Master, I feel that the fate between you and me as master and disciple has been exhausted. For the clothes and bedding that the apprentice has paid filial piety, as well as the expenses for rebuilding the Taoist temple, the disciple will prepare a list for the master later. Master, please pay for it."
When the old man heard this, his lips twitched, and he reimbursed him. He didn't have so much money even if he sold him.
"Disciple, don't talk nonsense. There is a reason why my master asked you to practice this magical power. This magical power is very suitable for you."