On the high platform, two people sat facing each other.
Lin Yun couldn't quite guess what the other person was thinking. He was silent for a moment and then said, "Can you lend me this thing?"
"What about this? No problem."
Mo Ling was quite generous, and gently handed over the silver iron folding fan in his hand, which was as thin as cicada wings.
Lin Yun held it in his hand, but it was much heavier than expected. It looked like a page of light hair, but in fact it was as heavy as black iron.
This thing has a total of thirty-six slender and slender fan blades, each of which is decorated with the same lines. After unfolding, the lines spread out, which seems monotonous, but it also has another kind of exquisite and elegant beauty.
At least when he was in Mo Ling's hands, he still had quite a temperament.
A ray of true energy quietly penetrated into it, like mud entering the sea. Vaguely, you can feel the terrifying energy inside this fan, which is very amazing.
If one can fully unleash its power, it will be extremely terrifying for masters in the Yin-Yang realm.
Such a spiritual treasure may be comparable to a super-grade treasure. It is by no means as simple as the top-grade treasure the other party said.
It is really strange that a super-grade treasure can be manipulated freely in the opponent's hands.
His Red Flame Battle Flag is considered to be the best among middle-grade profound weapons, but for Lin Yun, he can barely operate it, far from being able to do as he pleases.
"Weird."
Lin Yun handed the silver iron fan to the other party, doubts flashing in his eyes.
"It's strange that I can control this thing so easily with my cultivation level in the Yinxuan Realm. Let me tell you this, treasure weapons are divided into treasure weapons and secret treasures. Treasure weapons are the weapons used by you warriors, secret treasures
It’s the spiritual treasure used by Xuan Master.”
Mo Ling played with the folding fan in his hand and said softly: "For a warrior, there is no hindrance to the manipulation of treasure weapons. Lingbao, on the other hand, seems a bit unfamiliar and difficult to exert its power, so it is also called a secret treasure. But in fact, the two
They are all treasures, the classification is just different."
Is the secret treasure a spiritual treasure?
Lin Yun's heart moved, and he remembered that there was a sword-hiding gourd in his storage bag.
Could it be that this is the reason why I have been unable to operate it smoothly?
"You should think that your attainments in spiritual patterns are pretty good, but in fact, a third-grade profound master is just a beginner. Those below third-grade are just walking around outside the door, unable to truly grasp the charm of spiritual patterns. You have a strong
Your talent and foundation are not bad. If you are willing to practice here for half a month, you might be able to reach the threshold of a third-grade profound master."
Mo Ling looked at Lin Yun, and her eyes were like those of a beauty in the autumn water, with little glimmers of light, as if there were ripples in the water, which was quite charming.
"You came to my Tianfu Academy just for the secret of spiritual patterns. Why, I am willing to teach you now, but you are so timid? Young Master Burial, this is not your temper."
Seeing that Lin Yun was silent, Mo Ling raised his eyebrows slightly and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.
This woman had a provocative look, full of disdain. I am afraid that any man would not be able to stand the stimulation in front of her.
Lin Yun's heart skipped a few beats, and he smiled helplessly for a while: "You won. It's both emotional and reasonable. I don't seem to have any reason to refuse."
"Very good, I will teach you for half a month from now on. Unless you can defeat me, otherwise
, quitting midway will never be allowed.”
Mo Ling's face was slightly cold, and he said solemnly, with a hint of unquestionable flavor in his words.
Lin Yun touched his nose and felt as if he was on a pirate ship.
Once it comes, make peace with it.
If you have already agreed, don’t expect too much. The young man said softly: “Where to start?”
"Let's start with the spiritual patterns. You still have too few second-grade spiritual patterns that you have mastered. Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, ice, thunder, these seven attributes of second-grade spiritual patterns must be mastered at least separately.
One hundred types will do. The mastery I am talking about is not just as simple as copying. You'd better be mentally prepared."
Seeing Lin Yun's rather relaxed expression, Mo Ling emphasized his tone and reminded him.
Lin Yun didn't care much at first. He had a photographic memory and could draw second-grade spiritual patterns at will just by looking at them.
But once it really started, I began to cry secretly.
Mo Ling taught him a hundred kinds of second-grade spiritual patterns, and each spiritual pattern required him to draw it a hundred times, and it had to be completed within one morning.
In other words, in one morning, he would have to be able to track down 10,000 spirit patterns.
Not only the hands don’t stop, but the brain also can’t stop.
Spiritual pattern drawing, even copying, is a very serious matter and requires a high degree of concentration.
Every time you draw a spirit pattern, you will inevitably consume a lot of energy. The consumption of ten thousand spirit patterns is so terrifying that it is simply unimaginable.
Lin Yun barely managed to draw a thousand spiritual patterns, and then he felt that his brain was about to explode.
His eyes were bloodshot, his face was pale, and his vision was blurred.
The spiritual patterns he drew began to make serious mistakes, and the strokes were unstable and could not be completed as smoothly as at the beginning.
After a while, a lot of scrolls were wasted, and torn papers were everywhere.
The Suyundian Square was in a mess.
Lin Yun looked up and saw that the dazzling sunlight was falling straight down, and the morning was almost over.
The young man rubbed his eyebrows, closed his eyes and rested for a moment, then looked at Mo Ling and said, "Is there really anyone who can do ten thousand spiritual patterns?"
"nature."
Mo Ling looked calm, frowned slightly and said: "It seems that your talent for spiritual patterns may not be as evil as I imagined. You have barely completed 1,500 spiritual patterns out of 10,000. At least three of them are
One part, too rough to be seen, cannot be considered completed.”
"Strictly speaking, only 800 lines were drawn successfully."
Lin Yun looked at his "masterpiece" and did not refute it. From his point of view, many of the spiritual patterns were unqualified.
"You go back first. If there is no progress tomorrow, I will have to think about it carefully."
"What to consider?"
"Consider whether I have misjudged the person. After all, not everyone deserves my personal guidance, Mo Ling."
Mo Ling looked indifferent and said coldly.
Lin Yun felt angry in his heart. He didn't ask her to teach him. Such an attitude made him look like he was begging her in a low voice.
But right now, maybe it’s because he’s really tired, or maybe it’s because Lin Yun’s own
I'm so proud that I can't swallow this breath.
He didn't speak, just turned around and left silently.
With a splitting headache, Lin Yun staggered a little and walked towards Lingmu Peak's residence.
After he was completely gone, Elder Yu appeared quietly, looked at the spiritual patterns left by Lin Yun in all directions, and sighed softly: "This guy is really a monster. For the first time, he actually drew 1,500 lines in one morning.
Spirit pattern."
Mo Ling bowed his head, carefully picked up the scroll that Lin Yun had discarded, and said calmly: "This is still not his limit, it's just the beginning."
"Mo Ling, isn't your request a bit unrealistic?"
Elder Yu frowned slightly and said, "I drew ten thousand spiritual patterns in one morning. Just thinking about it makes my scalp numb."
Even an ordinary third-grade profound master might not be able to do it.
Mo Ling said calmly: "Otherwise, how can we promote him to the third level of profound master within half a month? How can it be so easy to achieve the third level of profound master? Besides, his foundation is really too poor, so he can only use this stupid method.
We have to find a way to force him."
Elder Yu thought about it carefully and found that it made sense, so he didn't want to say too much.
Return to Lingmu Peak.
Lin Yun almost fell down and wanted to sleep. Endless exhaustion rushed from every cell in his body, limbs, and brain to his brain.
I have a splitting headache, as if it will explode at any moment.
After closing his eyes and meditating for a long time, Lin Yun struggled to lead the training room, sat cross-legged, and activated the Purple Kite Sword Technique to get himself into a training state.
On the ground, a silver purple irises suddenly bloomed with him as the core.
Spiritual energy from all directions is flowing in endlessly.
Lin Yun's mind gradually calmed down, and an indescribable feeling of comfort spread throughout his body.
It seems that the more than a thousand spiritual patterns have indeed pushed oneself to the limit. The consumption of spiritual patterns and true energy has also pushed the physical body to the extreme.
The current progress of cultivation is much faster than usual, which is an unexpected surprise.
In addition to the true essence, with the infusion of spiritual power from all directions, Lin Yun vaguely felt that his mental power was gradually recovering.
After the Ziyuan Sword Technique had been in operation for ten days, Lin Yun's energy and spirit returned to its peak.
The moment he opened his eyes, he was full of energy as never before, and there was a flash of light in his eyes, like a star.
"Interesting. Could it be that drawing spiritual patterns can invisibly increase my spiritual power?"
To Lin Yun, spiritual power is a rather ethereal existence, unlike true energy which can be easily seen.
He could only have a vague feeling, but he could indeed detect that his mental power was much stronger than yesterday.
Looking up, the first ray of light in the morning shines through the window.
"Today, at least I'll draw two thousand spiritual patterns. It's really uncomfortable to be looked down upon by a woman."
A smile appeared at the corner of Lin Yun's mouth. Recalling the look on Mo Ling's face when he looked at him, the young man was quite unconvinced.
He mainly practices swordsmanship, but his young mind is full of pride.
If you defeat the opponent and quit voluntarily, it doesn't matter, but if you are kicked out by the opponent, it will be a bit humiliating.
