Ling Jing still felt a little weak due to excessive internal energy loss earlier. After entering the cave, Linglong helped him sit down on his stone bed.
Linghu Chong saw that his face was no longer as pale as before, and he was relieved. However, he still felt that Ling Jing's recent sword practice was really as the master said, and he seemed to have fallen into evil ways. He pondered for a long time and said: "Little
Junior brother, although your swordsmanship is very exquisite, the master said that 'Huashan martial arts is mainly based on Qi and supplemented by swords'. I think your swordsmanship is just a lack of practice, but this time you almost went crazy."
Ling Jing raised his head and glanced at him. Although he didn't agree with the difference between sword energy in his heart, Linghu Chong had good intentions, and he could naturally hear it, so he smiled and said: "Thank you for your kindness, senior brother, but my demonic barrier this time is not because of this."
Because of my swordsmanship, I will be careful in the future, so you don’t have to worry anymore."
Linghu Chong smiled bitterly, but he was wondering in his heart whether he should report this matter to his master and his wife. The most outstanding person in the Huashan sect now is this junior brother. If he really falls into evil ways from now on, it will really be in vain for his master and his wife.
of painstaking efforts.
Originally, he wanted to give some more advice, but he still felt a little guilty towards Ling Jing. He also knew that with his current martial arts skills and knowledge, he was far inferior to this junior brother. He knew that even if he continued to give advice, it would probably be useless.
He sighed immediately, greeted Linglong, and prepared to go out of the cave to practice alone.
After Yue Buqun and his wife visited the cliff last time, he seemed to have suddenly come to his senses. Whenever he had free time these days, he would seize the time to practice Qigong. He just hoped that he would not let down the teachings of his master and his wife, and that he could carry forward the Huashan Sect in the future.
However, when he walked to his stone bed, he subconsciously glanced at the hidden entrance of the secret cave, then glanced sideways at Linglong, frowned slightly, and then left.
Seeing Linghu Chong leave, Linglong finally stopped lowering her voice and smiled sweetly, saying, "You brat, the sword skills you used outside just now are so beautiful."
Ling Jing was regulating his inner energy when he heard the words and suddenly smiled, shook his head and said: "No matter how wonderful your swordsmanship is, it can't be compared to someone stretching out his finger. Hey, I'm really ashamed, so ashamed!"
However, he actually had some doubts in his heart. It stands to reason that with his current strength, which is close to the second-grade internal strength, he has realized 60% of the "no move" state, and supplemented by the most exquisite swordsmanship in the world, "Dugu Nine Swords", even if
If Yue Buqun comes in person, he may not be his opponent.
But he really couldn't understand how such a delicate woman like Linglong could defeat his own swordsmanship and subdue him without hurting himself.
Because he was completely unconscious before, he couldn't remember what kind of martial arts Linglong used, but he could guess in his heart that Linglong's martial arts were no longer inferior to the top first-class masters, and might even have reached the level.
The legendary Grandmaster level.
How could such a character be unknown in the original plot?
He thought about it, but he didn't remember at all that there was a character Linglong in the original plot. Moreover, he had known Linglong for a long time and had never heard her mention her identity. Even though he was confused, he still had no idea about Linglong's origins.
Not even a clue.
However, he didn't like forcing others. Since Linglong didn't want to mention his origins, he avoided talking about it.
He just liked the feeling of being with Linglong. As for her identity, he never cared at all.
At this time, Linglong chuckled and said: "Master Ling's martial arts skills are unparalleled. This little girl is really lucky to win. You sir have a lot, so don't embarrass the little girl."
After that, he made a pitiful expression.
Ling Jing smiled helplessly and said with a wry smile: "I can't beat you even if I beat you, and I can't even praise you even if I say it. Xiaosheng is really impressed by you."
Linglong's eyes turned into crescent moons, and she said with a smile: "It's good to know, brat."
He just saw Ling Jing sitting on the stone bed, motionless, and said with concern: "You brat, you are fine, you must know that being obsessed is not a joke."
Ling Jing was shocked when he heard this. He had just briefly checked his physical condition before. Apart from feeling empty in the air and a little tired in his mind, there was no other discomfort.
Hearing what Linglong said was a bit serious, he calmed down and circulated his inner energy for a small week, carefully feeling the conditions of various meridians.
After a while, the breath returned to his Dantian. After he exhaled, he saw Linglong looking at him with concern with a pair of big black and white eyes. He felt warm in his heart and said with a smile: "It doesn't seem to be anything serious. Just adjust your breath for a moment and you'll be fine."
Already."
Linglong said "Oh" softly, then frowned and said in deep thought: "Why did you suddenly become possessed by magic just now?"
She had asked Linghu Chong this question before, but Linghu Chong had no idea what kind of swordsmanship Ling Jing was practicing, and he had no clue at all, so how could he answer her.
With his exquisite eyesight, he could naturally see that Ling Jing was in a very dangerous situation just now. If he hadn't restrained him at that time, he would have continued to practice this sword technique until his strength was exhausted.
In the end, it will definitely cause serious damage to your body.
Ling Jing paused slightly when he heard this. His situation was a bit complicated at that time, and he didn't know where to start. Moreover, "artistic conception" was a bit unpredictable. Although Linglong's martial arts was very high, he didn't know if she knew about it.
Something happened.
He pondered for a moment and asked tentatively: "Linglong, have you ever heard of "artistic conception"?"
"artistic conception?"
Linglong covered her small mouth, the look of surprise on her face flashed away, and she blurted out: "Have you already understood the artistic conception?" However, she quickly shook her head again.
When Ling Jing heard this, he looked at her strangely. Listening to what she just said, it seemed that he already knew about "artistic conception", but Uncle Feng Taishi once said that there are not many masters of "artistic conception" in the world. Could it be that
I am so lucky that I bump into one now?
At this time, she asked doubtfully: "Linglong, do you also know about "artistic conception"?"
However, Linglong didn't answer her immediately. After thinking for a while, she raised her head and looked at Ling Jing with a solemn expression on her face and said: "You brat, please answer me seriously, have you understood the "artistic conception"?"
Seeing her serious expression, Ling Jing was slightly startled. He thought to himself, is it really so dangerous to understand the "artistic conception"? He quickly said seriously: "No, I just touched the threshold of some "artistic conception"."
Linglong suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out her hand and placed a heavy blow on Ling Jing's forehead, and warned: "You brat, although your swordsmanship is good, your skill is not strong enough after all. Don't touch things like "artistic conception" at will in the future. This kind of thing
It's very dangerous!"
When it came to the last few words, it was almost word for word, and the warning was obvious.
