Qin Yun had no idea that Lin Dong would leave him alone to teach him the skills.
However, Qin Yun was not overjoyed, but showed hesitation.
Whether it is a sect or a heretical sect, it is taboo to pass on the skills privately. Unless Qin Yun is Lin Dong's true disciple, he can only accept Lin Dong's inheritance of skills alone.
But regardless of whether Lin Dong is qualified to accept a disciple, Qin Yun, as a new disciple, would violate the precepts by learning the exercises privately, and he will be severely punished if he is discovered.
For example, there is no problem for new disciples to buy and learn exercises from the foreign affairs hall library, but it is absolutely not allowed to exchange or sell the exercises they have learned with others.
The sect's control over the inheritance of martial arts is extremely strict. In addition to manipulating the secret sword manuals, the specially designed execution hall also has corresponding heavy-handed measures.
"You don't have to worry..." Lin Dong explained: "What I taught you was not the swordsmanship of Qin's martial arts, but the breath gathering technique that I learned accidentally before."
"It can't be regarded as a real set of skills. It can only help you to control your energy and prevent others from easily detecting it. It can also make it difficult for others to see through your level of strength."
Breath-holding technique! Qin Yun suddenly became interested.
Whether it is condensing energy or hiding strength, it is very helpful in battle. If it is not a real skill, then it is certainly a good thing to learn it.
With his intelligence, he quickly figured out the reason.
Since Lin Dong is planning to bet on Qin Yun, he certainly hopes that he will become as strong as possible.
But the improvement of strength does not happen in a day or two, so if you want to win, you can only work hard in other aspects.
Qin Yun had just completed a breakthrough, and very few people knew about it. If he could hide his strength and show his weakness to the enemy, he could make his opponent suffer a heavy loss when it came time to test his sword skills.
Lin Dong's intention was obvious. He made a bet on Qin Yun based on small gains, and the deeper he hid his cards, the better.
"Please give me some advice from the deacon!" Qin Yun bowed respectfully to Lin Dong.
No matter what the other party's purpose is, it is not a bad thing for him, and it is reasonable to treat him as a half-teacher.
"Um!"
Lin Dong was indeed very satisfied with Qin Yun's attitude.
The breath-holding technique he taught Qin Yun was not complicated. To be honest, it was a simple set of luck techniques.
But the beauty of this set of exercises is that it can prevent the Qi from being exposed, hide the divine light in the eyes, calm the bulging sun points, and make a warrior in the Qi refining realm look no different from an ordinary person.
Lin Dong only explained it twice, but Qin Yun kept it in mind and practiced the exercise once, and the effect was immediately apparent.
With his spirit restrained, his originally bright eyes became calm and deep, and the sharp aura of his whole body disappeared. If he put on a set of Confucian shirt, he could pass himself off as a scholar.
Lin Dong was extremely satisfied: "Your talent and understanding are really good, but it's a pity that you are a collateral descendant, otherwise you would be fully qualified to attack Xiantian within three years!"
"As long as you practice this breath gathering technique diligently, you will be able to operate it on its own after consuming a little bit of Qi. It will be difficult for warriors in the Transformation Gang Realm to see through it. Of course, if the opponent uses a Qi machine to directly detect it, they will not be able to prevent it."
The deacon of Keqingtang had a smile in his eyes, and his amiable manner was not at all serious and rigid like a cold-faced deacon.
Qin Yun expressed his thanks again, and Lin Dong gave him a few more words before letting him go.
A peaceful night.
The next morning, when Blue Jade City was still shrouded in the light morning mist, a motorcade quietly walked out of the newly opened city gate.
This team is naturally the Qin's caravan.
Compared with when they arrived, the number of carriages was reduced by one-third, but the number of guards increased a lot, with more than a dozen elite swordsmen.
Lin Dong is still the leader of the caravan, but his attitude towards the caravan members has changed and become more severe.
As soon as the convoy started on the road, Lin Dong kept urging it to speed up. The carriage carrying the goods went straight east and entered the mountainous area in the afternoon.
Before entering the mountain road, another group of people joined the team.
There are more newly joined warriors. They are wearing the black uniforms of Keqingtang, and they ride on horseback and carry crossbows. They are strong and strong.
After entering the mountains, some of the warriors took on the task of scouting.
Their joining made the atmosphere in the caravan a little strange.
Lin Dong told the uneasy newcomers that what the caravan was transporting back to Qianchao City this time was raw jade, which was worth far more than the supplies shipped earlier, so there was a high possibility that it would be coveted by bandits.
Therefore, he asked everyone to be vigilant and ready to fight at any time.
The disciples from the Foreign Affairs Hall all put on their weapons and sat on the carriage shelves, all of them staring at both sides of the mountain road with wide eyes.
The dense mountain forest blocks the view, and there are too many places for bandits to hide. Just the mental stress after a day is enough to make people tired.
This time, Qin Yun did not practice the Thousand Miles Walk and squeezed into the carriage like everyone else.
It's just that he has been practicing the Breath Condensation Technique silently all the time. Because the technique is simple and there is no danger of going crazy, he doesn't have to worry about being disturbed.
The caravan traveled during the day and rested at night. It broke camp before dawn in the morning, and its speed was much faster than when it arrived.
Two days passed, and the journey was relatively peaceful, but the vigilance of the convoy did not relax at all. The Keqingtang warriors acting as scouts would appear from time to time, and then disappear into the vast mountains.
"Brother Qin Yun, I always feel like something is wrong. It seems like something is going to happen."
In the carriage behind, Qin Liren, who was sitting next to Qin Yun, looked around with a hint of uneasiness in his expression.
Not only him, Qin Yun also felt something in his heart.
In fact, since yesterday afternoon, he had a vague feeling that among these mountains and forests, there was a pair of malicious eyes staring coldly at the convoy and all of them.
This feeling is very subtle, but it may not be an illusion without reason, because Qin Yun noticed that Lin Dong and other masters from Keqingtang were also very wary, and their hands almost never left the hilt of their swords.
Qin Yun's intuition told him that the return journey would be difficult!
Qin Liren spoke very softly, but he was still heard by another newcomer.
The other party immediately sneered and said: "What are you afraid of? With Deacon Lin and so many masters from Keqingtang here, that thief came to rob the road without opening his eyes, just for us to try the sword edge!"
He glanced at Qin Liren contemptuously: "Only cowards are afraid of fighting. When the time comes, you can huddle under the carriage and watch how we kill the enemy!"
The others all laughed when they heard this. Qin Liren blushed and wanted to argue with them, but was stopped by Qin Yun.
"Don't argue with them..." Qin Yun lowered his voice and said, "I feel the same way. If you are really in danger, you must not rush forward stupidly. Saving your own life is the most important thing!"
If bandits really show up to attack the convoy, they will definitely not be weak - how can ordinary bandits dare to pull out the Qin family's tiger beard?
So with the strength of Qin Liren and other newcomers, charging forward would be a death sentence.
Because in terms of combat experience, they are not as good as ordinary bandits and horse thieves who lick blood with their swords. They are in great danger when they encounter opponents of the same level.
Qin Liren was stunned for a moment, then nodded silently.
If someone else had said this, he would definitely have felt slighted, but Qin Yun was different.
He now admires Qin Yun very much and realizes that his strength is still very poor, so there is nothing wrong with what Qin Yun said about saving his life first.
"Of course, if things are inevitable..." Qin Yun said with a faint smile: "We should fight to the death to live up to the name of a man!"
He said it calmly, but when Qin Liren heard it, his heart suddenly surged with blood, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip on the sword hilt.
call out!
A sharp warning whistle suddenly came from the forest ahead.
Suddenly, a sudden change occurred!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In the mountains and woods on both sides of the mountain road, silhouettes of people flashed rapidly, and arrows were shot condescendingly at the convoy!
"Enemy attack!"
A Keqingtang warrior roared angrily, grabbing the shield hanging on the side of the saddle, and skillfully stringing the crossbow with his other hand to fight back.
The Qin family has mines and casting workshops, and the weapons and equipment they produce are very fine. Therefore, these warriors are all equipped with armor, crossbows, shields and swords, which greatly enhances their combat effectiveness.
Scattered arrows fell, but most of them were blocked by them.
Due to the long distance, these feather arrows cannot pose a danger. Once the enemy archers get close, the threat to the convoy will be greatly increased. The power of the arrow rain is no joke, and it is impossible to achieve complete protection by relying on shields alone.
You must know that warriors in the innate realm cannot resist the continuous attacks of strong bows and sharp arrows.
"The Foreign Affairs Hall will stay behind, and the Keqing Hall will attack. Come with me!" Lin Dongchu became calm and ordered loudly: "Be careful with their bows and arrows!"
But his heart was far from calm as he appeared.
Because the scout's warning came from the front, and he had manpower deployed at the front, back, left and right of the team, and enemies suddenly appeared from both sides, it could only mean that there was something wrong with the scouts on both sides.
You must know that these scouts are elites in the guest hall. The enemy can eliminate them silently, and their strength is absolutely extraordinary.
But no matter what he thinks in his heart, as the leader of the team, Lin Dong will never mess up his position and show the slightest panic. Only a calm mind can command his troops to defeat the enemy!
He jumped up from his horse, flew towards the hillside on the right like an eagle with spread wings, and rushed towards the bandits at the head of the horse.
Dozens of warriors raised their shields and jumped off their horses, dividing into two groups to face the enemy. Behind them were all the swordsmen.
The enemy's archers must be eliminated first, otherwise the threat will be too great and the opponent will not be able to occupy a favorable position.
But will these archers let the warriors charge forward? Thunder rolls down the mountain road, shocking everyone's eardrums!
Lin Dong, who landed on the hillside, was shaken all over, and his pupils shrank violently.
