Chapter 3 If there is an afterlife, don't be infatuated with love
Zhou Ping, who was on the ground, had a look of extreme disbelief in his eyes and murmured: "You, a sword slave, with stupid qualifications, how can you possibly reach the third level of martial arts!"
The servants in the sword washing room who were busy with their own tasks in the open space were even more incredible than Zhou Ping and could not accept this result.
If you reach the third level of martial arts, you can become an outer disciple of the Qingyun Sect. This sword slave's status will suddenly be much higher than theirs.
Lin Yun looked at Zhou Ping, said nothing, turned and walked towards the sword washing room.
Zhou Ping wanted to pursue him, but when he saw that Lin Yun had entered the sword washing room, he gave up with some annoyance and punched the ground angrily.
The sword washing room, that separate attic, is a taboo.
Outer disciples and servants cannot enter. The swords of the inner disciples are cleaned and maintained inside. They are all high-quality or even higher-level mysterious weapons.
These ordinary handymen don't understand the maintenance method at all. If they do it carelessly, they will damage the sword.
The only one who can enter here is Lin Yun, and even Zhou Ping does not dare to enter.
"Senior Brother Zhou, are you okay?"
"Senior Brother Zhou, Lin Yun, this sword slave, turned over in an instant. From now on, I am afraid that he will soar into the sky, and no one can stop him."
"Damn it, we have been ridiculing this guy all the time, I'm afraid we will be in trouble in the future."
"Don't tell me, this guy just relied on the elixirs given by Senior Sister Su to reach the third level of martial arts by luck. It's not that easy to become an outer disciple!"
After being punched away by Lin Yun, Zhou Ping was extremely dissatisfied and thought that he was just careless.
Now Lin Yun has made him lose face in the sword washing room. If this situation cannot be reversed, who else in the sword washing room will obey him in the future.
Looking at the sword washing room with cold eyes, Zhou Ping quickly turned around and left.
"Lin Yun is embarrassed. Zhou Ping's father is an elder of the outer sect. His eldest brother is also a master among the outer sect disciples. He will suffer a lot in the future."
"The Sword Slave has such a temper. He is usually suppressed too much. He doesn't know how powerful he is even if he has some strength. He actually dares to beat Senior Brother Zhou Ping."
"But having said that, Senior Brother Zhou Ping was in quite a bad mood just now. This guy doesn't bother us on weekdays. Lin Yun just helped us out."
Hundreds of servants, after discussing for a while, went back to battle and began to maintain the swords of other outer disciples.
In the sword washing room, the moment Lin Yun pushed open the door and entered, he felt a chill coming from the shop.
The cold air comes from a cold pool in the center of the hall.
On the surface of the pool, it was very cold, with ice floes floating on it, and a dozen swords were placed there.
Combining the memory of the original owner, Lin Yun knew that this cold pool was quite mysterious. The floating ice in the pool was colder than the thousand-year-old ice in Xingyue Lake in Tianshui Kingdom, and few people in the sect knew the secret.
On the other side of the icy pool, an old man was sharpening his sword, making a hissing sound.
Next to the sword whetstone, there are ten kinds of spiritual liquids of different colors. The old man is skillful in his skills. From time to time, he takes out various spiritual liquids, mixes them together, or injects them into the sword whetstone separately.
superior.
Lin Yun said nothing and quietly watched the old man sharpen his sword. When the other man finished his work, he gently wiped the sword body.
Then he bowed his hands respectfully and said: "Mr. Hong, this boy Lin Yun has reached the third level of martial arts and will leave the sword washing room soon."
The old man in front of him is the real leader in the sword washing room. He just doesn't like to get involved in management, so mediocre people like Zhou Ping have the opportunity.
Lin Yun's superb sword-keeping skills all came from this old man. It was also because of Mr. Hong that he was qualified to enter the Sword Washing Pavilion. Only then was he able to maintain the swords of some inner disciples alone.
Mr. Hong was a little surprised and sighed softly: "It's no accident. Although your bones are bad, you can use so many pills that Su Ziyao rewarded, and your breakthrough is considered normal."
"It's just that... the journey of martial arts, reaching the innate realm, is the real beginning. With your bones, it is too difficult to go all the way. In the end, it is still a dead end."
"You have a destiny with swords and can communicate with mysterious weapons. If you are outside, the old man can help you find a way to become a mysterious master. Once you reach the top, you can still make the most powerful people compete to fawn over you."
Lin Yun didn't understand much about what Mr. Hong said. What is a mysterious master? Why is the innate realm the real beginning of the path to martial arts?
However, Lin Yun could clearly feel the care and worry in his words.
There is also the first sentence. Even Mr. Hong said this. It seems that Lin Yun has indeed received many benefits from Su Ziyao.
"Mr. Xie Hong is concerned. Lin Yun's path has been decided. No matter how difficult the road to martial arts is, he will go all the way. When you live your life, you don't seek fame, but you seek a clear conscience, so that you can be at ease."
Lin Yun has been a human being for two lifetimes, dying and resurrecting, and he has seen many problems very clearly.
Mr. Hong was startled when he heard this, then smiled and said: "With a clear conscience, can we be free and at ease?"
There was still some unfinished meaning in his words, but Mr. Hong didn't say much.
"From a sword slave to the third level of martial arts, you have reached the sky in one step. I'm glad that you can still remember me, an old man. It's rare. I can't give you anything else. This painting has been with me for many years, so please keep it."
After speaking, Mr. Hong handed Lin Yun a scroll.
Lin Yun was startled when he heard this. He knew that painting was Mr. Hong's favorite, and he often looked at it and was fascinated by it.
Mr. Hong was kind to me, so how could he take away his beloved thing, so he quickly declined.
"I think back then, because of this painting, I became a useless person and didn't understand the mystery behind it. Now half of my body is already in the loess, and I will die at any time. Do you want to leave your hand with me and be buried in the loess with me?"
"If I remember correctly, you practice Tiger Fist... No matter what, this painting will be of some use to you."
Mr. Hong couldn't help but force it to Lin Yun, waving his hand and saying: "Let's go, let's go, don't come to this place again. Once you get out of here, no matter what others think, you, Lin Yun, will no longer be Qingyun Sword Slave!"
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In the last sentence, Mr. Hong emphasized his tone, which shocked Lin Yun's spirit. That's right, from now on, no matter what others think, I, Lin Yun, must not underestimate myself.
He took the painting, bowed solemnly, and then left.
Mr. Hong looked at Lin Yun's back, sighed softly, and secretly said it was a pity.
After walking out of the sword washing room, a group of handymen in the open space looked at Lin Yun with strange expressions. There was jealousy, envy, and complex expressions.
Everyone knows that no matter what happens to Lin Yun in the future, there is no need for him to come back here.
Zhou Ping had already left, and the road was not blocked, which surprised Lin Yun. After staying for a while, he left the place without looking back and walked towards his cabin.
The wooden house is simple, located in a remote place, and is extremely inconspicuous among the huge Qingyun Peak.
In the simple house, Lin Yun was writing something.
One hundred health pills, twenty Qi and blood pills, and various kinds of money totaling three hundred taels of gold...
That's right, what he was writing now was the total amount of money Su Ziyao had given him for alms in the past two years.
Lin Yun is good at keeping swords. For a long time, Su Ziyao's sword has been entrusted to him to maintain. In the past two years, the scattered rewards have added up to a lot.
As others have said, without these rewards, the original owner would have been trapped in the third level of martial arts for the rest of his life, given his strength and understanding.
No matter how hard you persist, you can't break through.
Lin Yun has a very good memory, but he doesn't need a very strong memory. The original owner clearly remembers any reward sent by Su Ziyao.
Even Su Ziyao clearly remembers why she needs to raise her sword. What's more, she even knows what time it is and what the weather is like that day.
As long as you recall it for a moment, everything about Su Ziyao will come to mind.
Lin Yun was a little confused. The original owner was not stupid, and even had great perseverance. Why could he not see Su Ziyao clearly? The reward given by the other party was just a courtesy.
Not even polite, he was extremely indifferent and acted casually without caring at all.
The word "love" is truly incomprehensible.
Thinking of Su Ziyao, wiping the sword blade during the day, and her unconcerned expression. Lin Yun shook his head slightly, stopped thinking, and wrote seriously.
After finishing writing, he blew it gently and waited for the pen and ink to dry slightly. Lin Yun put it in front of his eyes, with an indifferent look in Su Ziyao's eyes, feeling helpless for the original owner's infatuation.
The original owner's obsession was still affecting Lin Yun to this day.
"Don't worry, after I join the outer sect and achieve a little success, I will pay you back tenfold."
Lin Yun withdrew his gaze, murmured to himself, and after a long time, he solemnly put the paper away.
As soon as these words came out, the obsession in my mind became obviously much weaker, and I felt a lot of gratitude.
But Lin Yun couldn't help but laugh. He was so infatuated for that reason.
If there is an afterlife, I hope you will not be a love-mad person.
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