Chapter 65: The deeper the affection, the heavier the injury
The moon is bright and the stars are few, and the night is as cool as water.
In the wooden house, Lin Yun was sitting cross-legged, doing ascetic meditation with his eyes closed.
In front of him, the soft moonlight filtered through the window and filled the ground.
After the Pure Yang Kung Fu broke through the shackles and achieved the innate Kung Fu, it became more than ten times more complicated than the original route.
Internal energy is located in many locations within the meridians and needs to be carefully identified. If you make a mistake, you will not be able to penetrate deeply.
It's really amazing to say.
During the execution of the Spirit-Inducing Technique, it is necessary to squeeze out the huge internal energy bit by bit.
Pure Yang Kung was already at its peak and perfect, but unexpectedly, under this fate, it accidentally broke through the shackles of acquired nature.
The pale yellow inner energy, like a weak flame, circulates continuously in Lin Yun's body.
Today's Xiantian Pure Yang Kung Fu is equivalent to reinventing it and turning it into a brand new Kung Fu.
You need to practice from the first level again.
But the inner energy condensed by the innate Pure Yang Kung is no longer what it used to be. It is like a fierce flame, fierce and domineering, burning everything!
After the extremely complex innate pure Yang skill was running in the body for a long time, Lin Yun slowly opened his eyes.
Bang bang bang!
A stream of warm current flows from the heart to the limbs and bones.
The Qiqiao Exquisite Pill embedded in the heart is like a mountain water source, turned into seven trickling streams.
It nourished Lin Yun's physical body, and under the stimulation of the innate Pure Yang Kung, it continuously enhanced Lin Yun's cultivation.
"If you don't get innate at the age of seventeen, you won't be able to make breakthroughs in your life."
Bai Qiushui's words echoed in his mind, making Lin Yun's face look a little solemn.
Su Ziyao... I'm afraid I won't be able to avoid this name for the rest of my life.
Before I knew it, half a month passed in hard practice.
Qingyun Peak.
On the edge of a cliff with long swords stuck in the ground.
Youdao's nimble figure is facing the scorching sun, and his sword is like the wind, flashing and moving. His sword skills are like flowing clouds and flowing water, ghosts and ghosts are impermanent, and horses are flying in the air, leaving no trace.
Flowers bloom from this!
Stamping his feet, the young man stabbed out with his sword, and four roses bloomed at the same time on the tip of the sword.
Snapped!
The flower bloomed for a moment and then exploded, with countless petals flying all over the sky.
The young man swung his sword, and under the pull of the sword, the petals suddenly condensed, forming a tornado composed of rose flowers.
"go!"
With a soft drink, the petals roared away, rushing towards the mountains and sea of clouds.
In an instant, the boundless sea of clouds was scattered by the tornado, and the petals bloomed with colorful light under the reflection of the scorching sun, just like a dream.
Needless to say, the young man is naturally Lin Yun.
Looking at the dreamlike scenery in front of him, a smile appeared on Lin Yun's lips.
The more I understand it, the more I feel that it is a mystery where this style of flower originated.
There is endless potential to be tapped, and various killing moves can be derived.
"I don't know who the man in Tsing Yi is. Just one sword stroke has benefited me a lot. And where did this flower come from?"
Lin Yun was puzzled. The more he learned, the more unfathomable the scroll became.
There is a tiger in my heart, and I smell the rose...it's much more than that.
Waiting for the moment when the power of the sword was dissipated, Lin Yun turned around and sheathed the sword. The Flower Burial Sword suddenly continued to clang, and the ethereal sound sounded again.
The long sword that he had inserted into the ground immediately buzzed and trembled slightly.
Hearing the sword and channeling spirits, the four realms are hearing the sword, controlling the sword, the heart of the sword, and channeling spirits.
He was still on the threshold of hearing the sword, but he only knew that the sound of the sword could cause the surrounding swords to tremble at the same time.
As soon as I think of it, a hundred swords will roar together!
"The word "Wen Jian" seems to mean more
The most important thing is to distinguish the sword. Controlling the sword is the real art of fending off enemies and killing them."
Nowadays, the Wenjian channel can only slightly interfere with the enemy's weapons.
Clang!
After sheathing the sword, hundreds of long swords on the ground stopped trembling at the same time, and the ethereal sound stopped abruptly.
"It's time to go down."
Looking at the scorching sun above his head, Lin Yun opened his arms and jumped into the air.
On the hillside, like wild geese, swooping down.
The advanced body technique Dayan Jue has already reached perfection in his hands. Now with a single leap, combined with the innate Pure Yang Kung Fu, he can reach several feet high.
In a short period of time, it can stay in the air for several seconds.
Flying down from the top of the mountain, it is exactly like a wild goose, flexible and free.
When he reached the main road in the mountain, Lin Yun stopped his movements and walked with his sword.
"Hello, Senior Brother Lin!"
"I've met Senior Brother Lin."
"Senior Brother Lin."
Countless Qingyun Sect disciples I saw along the road would stop and salute respectfully when they saw him.
In the four-sect competition, Lin Yun became famous in one battle.
He single-handedly fought against the leader of the Purple Flame Sect, and finally defeated the four elders with one sword.
Lin Yun's name has long been spread throughout Tianshui Kingdom, and everyone in the entire Qingyun Sect knows it.
No one dared to call him Sword Slave behind his back anymore, and the mention of Lin Yun was filled with sincere admiration.
He walked quickly all the way down the mountain.
After passing large tracts of buildings, Lin Yun came to Xijian Pavilion at the foot of the mountain.
In front of the Xijian Pavilion, the same group of handymen from back then were working hard doing the lowest level of hard work.
"Give me snacks for each one. Before sunset, I will wash off all the blood stains on these swords!"
The manager of the Miscellaneous Department is still the outer disciple Zhou Ping.
Suddenly, he turned around and accidentally saw Lin Yun outside the courtyard, and his expression suddenly changed.
Then he hurried over and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Lin, why are you in a place like this? If you have any orders, just call someone to come. Why come in person!"
The handyman in the yard stopped what he was doing when he saw Lin Yun.
His expression was extremely complex.
There was a hint of shame in most of his eyes, and then he lowered his head silently, lest he be noticed by Lin Yun.
Back then, they were not friendly to Lin Yun at all.
When he was still a handyman, he had been bullying and ostracizing him, and when he became a sword slave.
He was even more merciless and drove him out in the middle of the night in the heavy rain.
With Lin Yun's current status in the sect, if he wanted to take revenge, the consequences would be unimaginable.
However, this group of handymen were obviously too worried.
Lin Yun didn't even look at them, let alone revenge. He said calmly: "Go down."
Although Lin Yun would not retaliate against these people because of the situation.
But after seeing it, it is inevitable to recall the rejection and humiliation suffered by the original owner.
Zhou Ping and a group of handymen were relieved and left quickly.
For them to face the current Lin Yun, they were also under a mountain of pressure and uneasy.
Lin Yun sighed softly as he recalled some of his past experiences with Su Ziyao here.
Seeing things, thinking about people, and being filled with emotions.
After a long time, his eyes fell on the main building of Xijian Pavilion, and his eyes were slightly focused.
If there is one person, he may know the memory that he once forgot.
This person must be Mr. Hong!
After a few steps, Lin Yun pushed open the door and entered.
In Xijian Pavilion, the scene remains the same, except for the cold pool, which seems to be weaker.
Better.
Glancing around, he saw Mr. Hong, still concentrating on raising his sword.
"I've met Mr. Hong."
Lin Yun walked over quickly and saluted respectfully.
Lin Yun did not dare to be disrespectful at all to the old man in front of him, starting from the painting handed to him.
It can be seen that Mr. Hong must be a person with stories.
"Boy, I heard you are impressive."
Mr. Hong turned around and smiled. His appearance had not changed, but there were more wrinkles on his face. After not seeing him for just a few months, he seemed to have aged more than ten years. His spirit was exhausted and his age was showing.
"Mr. Hong, your body..." Lin Yun couldn't help but asked worriedly when he saw this.
Mr. Hong smiled calmly and said: "I told you a long time ago that I am a person with half my foot buried in the grave. I have long been indifferent to life and death. I prepared the coffin a few years ago."
"Mr. Hong, I am here this time. I have something to ask?"
"It's about Su Ziyao, right."
Lin Yun was startled for a moment, and then his face lit up: "So, Mr. Hong, you definitely know, that's great!"
Mr. Hong waited for Lin Yun to finish speaking, then smiled softly and said: "Don't be happy, the memory you lost was sealed by Su Ziyao and I."
"What!"
Lin Yun was shocked when he heard this, and there was a thunder in his mind that kept buzzing.
The truth turned out to be so incredible, completely beyond Lin Yun's expectation.
"Mr. Hong, tell me, I really want to know what I forgot. If I don't want to know it clearly, I will never be able to forgive myself for the mistakes I made in my life."
Lin Yun looked anxious and begged for help.
He finally found someone who knew the truth, but he didn't expect that the other person had sealed his memory with his own hands, so how could he not be anxious.
"My child, since this memory has been sealed, there must be a reason for it. It is a good thing for you and her, so don't beg for it. I will definitely take this secret to the grave. For you, no
It’s good to know.”
Mr. Hong sighed and comforted softly.
Seeing Mr. Hong's firm attitude, Lin Yun couldn't help but feel sad.
"Don't care about Su Ziyao's attitude, because the skills she practices are destined to keep her aloof and unable to bow her head. The deeper the love, the more serious the injury, which is a bad fate for you and her..."
Hong Lao hesitated to speak, and after thinking about it, he revealed a little bit to Lin Yun.
The deeper the love, the more serious the injury?
Lin Yun frowned, wondering what kind of technique Su Ziyao was practicing to be so domineering.
Suddenly, Lin Yun suddenly realized.
It was obviously to polish Lin Yun's body and then reward him with pills, but Su Ziyao was always honest and aloof.
Because the deeper the love, the more serious the injury... The contradiction in her heart and the suffering she suffered in her heart are also unknown to anyone.
"I want to find her, I must find her!"
Lin Yun's eyes were firm and he said over and over again.
"I advise you to forget it."
Mr. Hong looked at the green silk wrapped around Lin Yun's little finger and said solemnly: "This strand of green silk is the love thread she cut off. If we meet again, maybe she will kill you without hesitation."
"You have no idea about her origins and all the responsibilities she bears. She is the Empress..."
Before he finished speaking, Mr. Hong turned his head and looked, his expression suddenly changed.
Lin Yun was startled at the same time. There was a powerful aura outside Xijian Pavilion, and it was approaching quickly.
Bang!
Before he could react, Mr. Hong slapped him on the body and sent him into the cold pool.
Under the water, Lin Yun felt as if he was in a state of suspended animation, with no breath left in his body and unable to move.