Lin Yun opened his eyes and looked at his flat chest. His first thought was that he was not dead.
He remembered that it was rare for him to climb Mount Tai in his leisure time.
Who knew that the moment he reached the top of the mountain, a flash of sword light pierced his chest.
Before he could react, he immediately lost consciousness.
"It hurts!" Lin Yun suddenly covered his head with a struggling expression on his face.
Pain, splitting headache, and memories forcefully came back to me. All kinds of pictures flashed quickly like a movie.
The fusion of memories didn't last long, but Lin Yun felt that more than ten years had passed.
When he opened his eyes again, his expression gradually softened, and his eyes were filled with calmness.
It turned out that he really wasn't dead, he traveled through time.
He came to this world called Xuanhuang and possessed a little sword slave on the border of Tianshui Kingdom.
Perhaps there is some providence somewhere, and the sword slave's name is also Lin Yun.
The fusion of memories told him that he was fifteen years old. He joined the Qingyun Sect three years ago, but his qualifications were too low to become a Qingyun disciple.
He had to work in the sword washing room inside the sect and became a sword slave, specializing in the maintenance of the swords of the disciples, elders and others in the sect.
Fortunately, Qingyun Sect is not a sect that mainly focuses on swords, so he is not particularly busy and has some free time to practice every day.
In the mysterious and yellow world, strength is respected.
Being born as a sword slave, it is already very rare to get an opportunity to practice.
There are also rules within the Qingyun Sect. Any handyman who has achieved some success in cultivation can become a formal disciple.
It is this rule that has always inspired Lin Yun, making him willing to be a slave and never leave the Qingyun Sect.
It's a pity that Lin Yun has enough perseverance but poor understanding. After three years of training, he can only reach the second level of martial arts and has been unable to enter the third level.
The criterion for becoming an outer sect disciple is to reach the third level of martial arts. It is just this step that keeps Lin Yun out of the outer sect.
Lin Yun secretly pondered in his heart. As a sword slave, his training time and resources were hindered. However, he could not break through to the third level of martial arts for three years. The original master's understanding was still a bit mediocre.
"Since you have lived your life again, let's live it well. In this world, Lin Yun's name can also be famous all over the world!"
Strangely enough, Lin Yun adapted quickly to the matter of time travel and set a goal for himself in a matter of seconds.
Perhaps, it has a lot to do with his occupation in his previous life. It allowed him to stay calm no matter what environment he was in.
In his previous life, he was a talented lawyer who knew the law well, had a photographic memory, and was known for his calmness and calmness.
Since his debut, he has never lost a lawsuit.
"Let's try it first to see what qualifications this body has."
After saying something in a deep voice, Lin Yun pushed open the cabin and came to an open space in front of the door.
Putting on the Tiger Fist stance, Lin Yun stepped forward and punched one after another.
Tiger Fist, when you hear the name, you will know that it is a common boxing technique. In fact, among the basic skills, there are not many that are better than Tiger Fist in the Qingyun Sect.
As a sword slave, that's all I can get. I'm not a formal disciple.
It is impossible to obtain various resources of Qingyun Sect.
What are basic exercises?
There are ten levels of martial arts. The first three levels train the skin and bones to train the meridians. The middle three levels connect the flesh to train the blood and train the five internal organs. The last three levels open the muscles, melt the bones, and replace the marrow, reaching the peak of the tenth level.
Basic boxing techniques are specially used to polish the physical body, improve the meridians, bones, flesh and blood, and lay the foundation for the long road of cultivation in the future.
Whoosh!
The powerful wind of the fist blew up the fallen leaves on the ground. Lin Yun's whole body felt relaxed and immersed in a wonderful feeling.
It's strange how I can perform this Tiger Fist so smoothly today.
In my memory, when Lin Yun used to perform this set of boxing, it was always difficult to understand and he could only follow the example of a gourd.
It only has its shape and its meaning is unclear.
But during the fight today, Lin Yun felt that his brain was clear and everything was clear in his mind. Every time he punched, there was a flow of heat flowing through his body, and he instantly understood the essence of the punch.
Tiger Fist has a total of eighteen postures. The first fifteen postures can only be used to maintain health and improve the body. The last three postures are used for attacking and fighting, and require a high level of understanding to practice.
They are: tigers roaring in the mountains and forests, tigers descending from the mountains, and hundreds of beasts coming to court.
The essence of Tiger Fist lies in these three moves, but Lin Yun had not mastered it before. He only knew the first fifteen moves, so how could he focus on the last three moves.
In the blink of an eye, all the previous fifteen postures were completed. All four limbs were covered with bones, and streams of heat were running around everywhere.
Lin Yun's eyes darkened, and the idea of Tiger Fist flashed through his mind. Taking advantage of this feeling, he grasped the heat flowing in his body, shouted softly, and performed the Sixteenth Form of Tiger Fist: Tiger Roaring in the Mountain Forest.
Roar!
After punching out, the heat in his body boiled, and all the heat rushed to his right hand. It was as if a phantom of a fierce tiger appeared behind Lin Yun, letting out a roar.
Immediately afterwards, all the bones in the body exploded. There were a hundred sounds, the sound was like anger, like the roar of a tiger.
The strong wind blows wildly, and the remaining leaves in the open space flutter in the air, break into countless pieces, and fall down.
The heat flow in the body is still flowing, making the whole body feel warm and comfortable.
"This is internal energy! A hundred blasts of bones produce internal energy. This is the sign of breaking through to the second level. I have reached the third level of martial arts!"
Lin Yun closed his fists and adjusted his breath, with a hint of joy on his face. He didn't expect that while he was able to achieve the Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest in one fell swoop, he would also enter the third level of martial arts.
He wondered in his heart how my understanding had become so high.
Entering the third level of martial arts in one fell swoop is easy to explain. After all, Lin Yun has accumulated in this realm for more than a year.
After much deliberation, the only explanation is soul fusion. In his previous life, he was originally extremely smart. He is a genius lawyer with a photographic memory and an excellent memorization. His reputation is definitely not in vain.
I already had this advantage, but with the addition of the fusion of another Lin Yun's soul, my understanding has improved to a higher level, which is completely justified.
"It seems that this world is the place where my intelligence and talents should be displayed. At the third level of martial arts, I have qualified to become an outer disciple of Qingyun Sect. From now on, I no longer need to be a sword slave."
Lin Yun whispered to himself. Suddenly, he remembered something. His face changed drastically, and he quickly returned to the wooden house and searched everywhere.
In a dark corner of the wooden house, I saw a sword soaked in ice water.
"This is it."
Lin Yun did not hesitate and reached out to take out the sword. His right hand was instantly frozen and turned pale white.
Lin Yun's delicate face was reflected in the ice water, with a purple diamond-shaped mark between his eyebrows.
Seeing this purple mark, Lin Yun had a strange look on his face.
Once a slave, you will always be a slave!
Not caring much, Lin Yun took the sword and ran quickly towards the sword washing room.
Naturally, the sword is not his. He maintained it for an inner disciple of Qingyun Sect. Any sword needs maintenance after being used for a long time.
Used to extend the service life of fine swords, especially.
As a sword slave these years, his ability to find an independent residence in Qingyun Sect is inseparable from his superb sword-raising skills.
It was too late, I should have sent it over an hour ago, but it was all delayed by my boxing practice.
Lin Yun felt a little annoyed. As a small person in this hierarchical sect, he delayed the affairs of those big people, and the consequences would be disastrous.
In more severe cases, it may even be life-threatening.
"Senior Sister Su, he is here!"
Three people gathered in front of the sword washing room at the corner of the mountain. After seeing Lin Yun rushing over, one of them, a thin man, spoke quickly.
Opposite him, stood a man and a woman, with extraordinary appearance and outstanding grace. Their temperament was in sharp contrast with the person who spoke.
Especially the woman wearing a green shirt and long skirt, with a slender figure, outstanding temperament, and extraordinary beauty, which makes people feel humble and dare not look directly at her.
Lin Yun saw the woman through the crowd and felt a good impression of her inexplicably.
Lin Yun, who had merged the memory of the original owner, was not surprised that the original owner had always had a crush on this inner disciple of the Qingyun Sect named Su Ziyao.
"You sword slave, why are you here just now? Senior Sister Su has been waiting for you for a quarter of an hour." When the thin man saw Lin Yun approaching, he immediately cursed.
Su Ziyao had no expression on her face and said calmly: "Bring the sword."
Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief. The other party did not blame him and stepped forward to give him the sword in his arms.
Su Ziyao took out her handkerchief and wiped the sword from beginning to end. This action made Lin Yun frown slightly, and all the goodwill from the original owner was gone.
Clang!
The sword was pulled out half an inch, and a cold wind swept out. Su Ziyao brushed it and quickly returned the sword to the sheath. The movement was so fast that only a gleam of cold light was seen.
"Not bad." Su Ziyao put away the sword with satisfaction, threw out a jade bottle, and landed at Lin Yun's feet.
What does this mean, do you think he is a beggar?
Lin Yun was slightly angry.
The handsome man next to him smiled and said: "Junior sister Su, you are so kind-hearted. This sword slave came a moment late and gave him a reward. Why don't you pick it up quickly? Thank you, senior sister!"
Seeing that Lin Yun didn't move, the handsome man frowned slightly and said coldly.
If it were the Lin Yun of the past, he would have picked it up without the need for this handsome man to say anything.
But now...
In the end, to pick it up or not to pick it up?
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