Seeing Lin Yun's sincerity, Bai Shuying's expression softened slightly, but she did not approach him and still maintained a distance of three feet.
"You don't have to explain this to me."
Bai Shuying looked at Lin Yun and said sternly: "Whether you are truly turning back or not, now that your talent for swordsmanship has awakened, cherish it."
"I know very well who Wang Muyan is. No one can take advantage of her. Many people who are close to her have become playthings, and all their great talents have been ruined."
Lin Yun was startled for a moment and looked at Bai Shuying, looking slightly surprised.
But then I thought about it and realized that this was indeed the other person’s temperament.
To be fair, Bai Shuying is a person with a clear distinction between love and hate and an upright personality. He hated Ye Qingtian as much as before.
But because he agreed to his master, he put the matter aside. Lin Yun himself would not be so open-minded.
Lin Yun pretended to be sad and said: "Is it just like this?"
"What if?"
Bai Shuying raised her eyebrows and said, "You don't think that just by playing tricks and saying weird things, I will treat you differently."
Lin Yun smiled and said, "Senior sister is right."
"I don't know what you have been through this year. Although your temperament has not changed, it is not so annoying after all."
Bai Shuying said softly: "Now that the Great Sage Longyun has accepted you as his disciple, you should be on your own in the future. It is best to have less contact with the Holy Lady Tianyin."
After she finished speaking, she left lightly, coming and going like the wind, which made Lin Yun feel ashamed.
When she is not angry, Bai Shuying is actually quite cute.
Lin Yun hugged her chest and stared: "I don't know whether Wang Muyan asked Ye Qingtian to lurk in the Holy Immortal Pond because of the secrets of Bai Shuying or the secret of the Holy Immortal Pond itself."
"Did Saint Orchid take the initiative to talk to you?"
Suddenly, a person appeared out of nowhere and asked confusedly.
Lin Yun was startled, and Chen Zhong didn't know what was happening.
I don't know if it's because he's too vigilant, or if Chen Zhong doesn't have any malicious intentions, or if Chen Zhong's strength is truly terrifying.
He just appeared silently and then asked in a confused manner.
Before Lin Yun woke up, Chen Zhong continued: "Don't quibble, I just saw it, Holy Maiden Orchid is with you."
Lin Yun walked forward and said calmly: "So what, what does it have to do with you?"
Chen Zhong, who was determined to marry a saint, almost collapsed when he saw Lin Yun's understatement.
"You guy, why didn't you react at all?"
"What kind of reaction do you want? Have you never talked to her? There are so many people in Youlan Courtyard, but no one has said a few words to her. It's inexplicable."
"Take initiative. The key is initiative. How did you do it?"
Before, Lin Yun was pestering Chen Zhong, but now he has turned around and is pestering Lin Yun all the way.
"I really can't figure out how you, guy, am not as good as you except for being better-looking."
Chen Zhong said slightly depressed.
Isn't this enough?
Lin Yun couldn't hold back and said with a smile: "Want to know the reason? Let me ask you something. If you tell me, I will tell you."
"you say."
Chen Zhong said immediately.
Lin Yun asked curiously: "What's going on with the Netherworld Qi in your body?"
Chen Zhong breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I thought what you were going to ask, this is the Nether Sword Art, inherited from the Nether Palace. The Nether Palace used to be the branch of the Sword Sect, and the Nether Sword Art is an expansion of the Shenxiao Sword Art.
"
"Extended?"
Lin Yun's eyes flashed with confusion, it turned out to be not a broken copy.
"After practicing the Shenxiao Sword Art to its peak, you can practice the Taixuan Sword Art. Naturally, the Netherworld Palace does not have it, so the Shenxiao Sword Art was transformed and merged with some demonic techniques to create the Netherworld Sword Art."
Chen Zhong continued: "The Netherworld Sword Art is all-encompassing and can be regarded as the foundation of the Netherworld Palace. I naturally have the aura of the Netherworld when I practice the Netherworld Sword Art."
"I see."
Lin Yun suddenly realized that he had heard something about the Netherworld Palace, which was a super sect under the Demon Sect.
In the final analysis, it was the decline of the Sword Sect that allowed the Nether Palace to establish its own sect.
"It's your turn." Chenzhong said expectantly.
"Didn't you already say that?"
"What did I say?"
"Being good-looking is enough. Many times, the answer is simpler than you think."
Lin Yun patted Chen Zhong on the shoulder and said sincerely.
Chen Zhong lost consciousness for a while and stood there without moving for a long time.
Is this guy not serious?
Weird and strange.
Lin Yun shook his head, ignored him, and continued walking forward.
Not long after, he came to the third level.
A thousand meters in front of him, there were thirty-six wooden houses, which were exposed to the wind and empty.
But every wooden house exudes the brilliance of sword intent, soaring into the sky, like thirty-six ancient swords strung across the mountainside.
It’s so daunting that I can’t help but step forward.
Lin Yun observed it and found that two of them were dim. Wang Muyan and Bai Shuying should have entered.
He found that these wooden houses are not simple. The reason why they are not simple is that they are too simple and can be seen at a glance.
It was really clear at a glance, Lin Yun didn't even need to release his sword intent, he could see the simple furnishings inside with just his naked eyes.
Empty and unremarkable.
But the more this happened, the more cautious Lin Yun became. He did not rush into it, but observed from the outside.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Lin Yun still hadn't figured out why.
"This level is very difficult. Ninety percent of the saints are stuck at this level. I was also stuck at this level back then."
The sound of Chen Zhong came to his ears. Lin Yun looked back and found that his expression had returned to normal and he had become cold and cold again.
"Is everything okay?" Lin Yun asked casually.
Chen Zhong sighed softly: "I have known for a long time that there is no hope, but I am relieved to get the answer. Besides, I am destined to be with the sword in my life, and I am destined to be lonely. There is nothing wrong with it. I have long been used to it."
Lin Yun was silent for a long time and said seriously: "Actually, you can really consider what I said before."
"What words?"
"If a woman doesn't work, you can try a man. You don't have to find a saint, a saint can also do it. Isn't there a saint in Daoyang Palace?"
"roll!"
Chen Zhong cursed with a dark face.
Lin Yun changed the subject and said with a smile: "How did you fail back then?"
"I don't know. I lit an incense stick after I went in. I came out after the incense burned out."
"No more?"
"No more."
Lin Yun was silent for a while, then said: "By the way, do you know how many heavens someone has reached?"
Chen Zhong said: "Currently, there are only a few saints who can reach the fourth heaven. Those who reach the fifth heaven are even rarer. As for the sixth heaven, there are only one or two monsters."
"It's harder than I thought. Where is Jiuzhong Tianwai?"
Lin Yun asked.
Chen Zhong did not answer directly. He said softly: "It should not have happened in the past eight hundred years. There is nothing outside the Nine Heavens that no one can remember or know about."
"It seems that it is impossible to break through the ninth heaven in one go." Lin Yun pinched his chin and said softly.
Chen Zhong looked at him as if he were a monster and said: "You are really crazy...confident. You are only in the Xuanxuan realm. Let alone reaching the top of the third heaven, it is an exaggeration to be able to pass this level."
"Is this the level? I almost have the answer."
With Chen Zhong's surprised expression, Lin Yun casually walked into a wooden house, but Chen Zhong was hesitant and did not dare to make a decision too quickly.
After entering the wooden house, it was as empty and clean as I saw.
There was nothing left except a futon and an incense burner.
Lin Yun glanced at the incense burner and had no intention of lighting it. Instead, he sat on the futon.
This level has nothing to do with the incense burner, and there is no time limit.
What is tested is your understanding and your own swordsmanship. The answer actually lies in the wooden house itself.
It's empty, just a gap for the postgraduate entrance examination.
It depends on how much you can forget!
Lin Yun was very confident that his guess would never be wrong. He knew what he knew, but whether he could do it or not was another matter.
The brilliance of the sword fell on him through the cracks in the door, forming mottled light and shadow.
Under the interplay of light and shadow, Lin Yun, who was sitting cross-legged, looked a bit like an enlightened monk.
Lin Yun felt very comfortable when the radiance of these sword intentions shone on him, like a baby soaking in a warm holy spring.
As time passed, Lin Yun's eyebrows bloomed with light, and specks of light emanated from it.
Soon these light spots disappeared in the air. These were the accumulations he had made along the way. They were the swordsmanship he had understood since his innate state.
It was a treasure at the time and brought him supreme help, but now it seems that there are many things that are wrong.
There are also some things that have been accumulated too complicatedly, so they should be forgotten, leaving only the purest sense of swordsmanship.
The difficulty is indeed very great. These insights on the way of swordsmanship have already penetrated deeply into the bone marrow, flowed into the blood, and even been engraved on the soul.
Lin Yun guessed that it would not be completely forgotten, and it would be enough to reach a certain standard.
Forgetting it all, he couldn't do it for a while. That should be the realm of his master.
Wash away the lead and return to nature.
As time went by, more and more light points dissipated in Lin Yun's body, and the sword heart in his body became purer, as clean as crystal.
His sword heart became smaller and smaller, and finally transformed from an invisible existence into a substantial "sword pill".
The silver sword pill was about the size of a fingernail, right at his heart, and could even beat slightly like a heart.
rustle!
The mottled light and shadow in the wooden house continued to merge and squirm, finally turning into the figure of an old man in white.
Lin Yun sensed the presence of this person and immediately opened his eyes. His eyes became clearer.
He felt that his swordsmanship had not progressed, his body had become much lighter, and even the Sky Sword Intention was no longer so strong.
If the peak-perfect Sky Sword Intent before was like boiling magma that could explode at any time, now it has turned into a calm and clear lake.
"senior."
Lin Yun saw the old man and immediately spoke.
The white-haired old man picked up a stick of incense and lit it, looked at Lin Yundao and said: "You are so young, but you have mastered the true heart of the sword. It is incredible. If I were still here, I would definitely accept you as my disciple and teach you a peerless sword master.
...No, teach a Supreme Sword Emperor."
Lin Yun said calmly: "Senior, I want to take the path of the Sword God."
The white-haired old man's face fell instantly, he snorted coldly, and said angrily: "You can really pretend, why don't you go to heaven? Young man, I tell you the truth, you failed at this level."
