When he saw Coach Lin Shenlin again, Han Muye almost didn't recognize him.
Coach Lin, who was originally tall and strong with a heroic face, is now skinny, unshaven, with sunken eyes and protruding cheekbones.
The military uniform was so empty that it seemed to be floating.
"Coach Lin, you..."
Han Mu felt some self-blame for his ambition.
If he hadn't been so meddlesome, Coach Lin would still be the same Coach Lin, drawing tens of thousands of swords, splitting rocks and destroying mountains.
But just a few words of his own destroyed his Taoist heart and destroyed the Tao he had persisted in for so many years.
Although he knew that Lin Shen's Daoist heart would still be shattered after swinging the sword tens of millions of times, but after all, he could still be immersed in it for a few more years, right?
"Haha, I don't blame you." Lin Shen laughed, a trace of blood showing on his withered face.
"I just want to come and talk to you."
Lin Shen smelled faintly of alcohol.
Han Muye looked around, stepped out of the sword pavilion, and then sat on the stone steps.
The rules of the sword pavilion are that you are not allowed to enter the sword pavilion unless you have a sword.
Lin Shen sat next to him.
"Really, I don't blame you."
"I know, that's just a crazy idea."
Lin Shen sighed and looked into the distance.
"I just use this method to prevent myself from thinking too much."
Han Muye nodded, and then said: "Instructor Lin, who told you this practice method?"
These methods are not only means of self-cultivation, but also torture of the mind.
The key point is that Lin Shen is not a fool.
Whose words can make him believe in them?
I'm afraid that even if his master told him, he might not believe everything.
I remember that Lin Shen, Xu Ming and Zhao Pu all came from the same school, so Lin Shen must also be a disciple of Sanshizhai.
As Tuoba became a heroic man, he shouldn't let Lin Shen practice any method of wielding a sword worth tens of millions.
"It's my eldest brother."
Lin Shen gave the answer directly.
"You have only come to the sect not long ago, and you don't know the reputation of my eldest brother Lin Chongxiao."
"Master Sanshizhai still has no direct successor, it's because of my eldest brother."
Lin Shen's voice was low and he said softly: "When my eldest brother entered the inner gate as the first in the outer gate, he challenged twelve games in one day and entered the top hundred of the inner gate."
"Master accepted him as his true disciple and said that within ten years, he would be trained into a direct descendant of the earth and stone lineage."
Direct disciples are qualified to become sect elders.
Every direct disciple, without any accident, will set foot on the ground.
There are very few disciples of the Five Lineages of Jiuxuan Sword Sect who can become direct descendants.
"Then, your eldest brother..." Han Muye said softly: "Has he become a direct disciple?"
Although some things are hard to ask, you still have to ask.
How could Han Muye not have heard of the reputation of a direct descendant?
If you’ve never heard of it, then of course it’s not the case.
"Twelve years ago, during the battle in Fierce Demon Valley, our sword sect surpassed the Tailing Sword Sect and became the third among the four major sword sects."
"Master Tuoba Cheng used his Dacheng Sword Intent to cut through the mountains with one sword, injuring Hu Taisheng, the great elder of Fierce Demon Valley, and killing Qin Ci, the elder of the Tailing Sword Sect who had the best chance of achieving the Golden Core Realm."
Lin Shen's eyes flashed with light.
Han Muye seemed to see countless swordsmen rushing to kill, the sword light shattering the sky and shattering the mountains and rivers.
Sword cultivation is about cultivating the secret of heaven.
This secret was captured with the sword in the palm of my hand.
Fight with people and fight with heaven.
"In that battle, our Sword Sect lost three realm deacon elders and seven true disciples."
"Master's sword power was severely damaged and has not been restored for twelve years."
"My eldest brother, he is one of the seven fallen true successors."
The muscles on Lin Shen's face twitched, and tears flashed in the corners of his eyes.
Holding back the sadness in his heart, he took a deep breath.
"At that time, I was in front of my elder brother, and he asked the master to accept me as his disciple."
"Then tell me, swing your sword ten thousand times, split rocks and destroy mountains."
Putting the sword slung across his back across his knees, Lin Shen rubbed his palm on the scabbard hilt.
"My qualifications are far inferior to those of my elder brother..."
"I just want to practice hard all the way, and one day I can reach the state that big brother said."
Having said this, he shook his head and chuckled: "Brother Han, thank you for waking me up."
"I should just accept my fate."
As he spoke, he stood up and looked up at the two big characters "Jiange" above his head.
"I won't practice sword practice anymore."
"Back then, I brought this big brother's sword out of the sword pavilion, and now, I'm bringing it back."
Reluctantly stroking the sword again, he held it in both hands and handed it to Han Muye.
Han Muye stood up, pondered for a moment, and caught the long sword.
He stretched out his hand to hold the long sword he once held, and pulled out the long sword with a "cang clang" sound.
"The sword has no damage and is carefully maintained."
"Today I received a sword from a disciple of the Sword Sect."
Lin Shen's eyes fell on the sword, then he took a breath, turned around and left.
"Coach Lin, if you don't practice swordsmanship, where will you go?"
Han Muye asked aloud.
"go home."
"My little sister is better at cultivation than me. I'd better go home and carry on the family lineage and become a rich man."
Lin Shen swayed and strode away.
Han Muye just turned around when he realized that his figure disappeared on the mountain road.
Lu Gao, who was standing at the door of the sword pavilion, looked at the long sword held in Han Muye's hand.
"Senior Brother Han, I have heard the story of Lin Chongxiao."
"Three Stones and Green Tigers have a great reputation."
Han Muye nodded.
Lu Gao took a careful look at Han Muye's face, and then whispered: "In such matters as cultivation, sometimes you really have to accept your fate."
"In my entire life, I never thought I could become an outer disciple."
He opened his mouth and put his hand on his chest: "I just want to make more money. When I get older, I can go down the mountain, marry a wife, have a few kids, and then let them go up the mountain to practice."
Han Muye looked up at him.
"Well, Senior Brother Han, you have great opportunities and great talents. You will definitely have a smooth journey." Remembering that Han Muye was unable to worship at Jianmen due to lack of qualifications, Lu Gao quickly changed his mind.
Comparing his qualifications, Han Muye may not be as good as him.
He has given up, but what about Han Muye?
"Brother Lu, practicing is not difficult." Han Muye said softly, and then walked directly into the sword pavilion without waiting for Lu Gao to answer.
He held the long sword in his hand and walked step by step towards the depth of the wooden sword.
Although this sword is not a spiritual weapon, it is a heavy sword with a lot of spiritual materials used in it.
Walking to an empty wooden frame, he placed the long sword on it.
Looking at this heavy sword, Han Muye seemed to see a young swordsman with soaring sword aura. He saw him sweeping across the outer door with his sword, and saw him going straight in front of the inner door with his sword.
He watched this young man shine, and then watched him fall in a bloody battle.
Unconsciously, Han Muye's palm fell on the hilt of the sword.
Pictures came to his mind.
Coach Lin, who was strong and strong, wielded his long sword and slashed with his sword, exerting all his strength with each sword strike.
Xuanyuan swordsmanship cracks rocks.
A mysterious sword skill can destroy mountains.
Han Muye had seen this scene before.
Holding the hilt of the sword tightly, the fragmented sword energy poured into his sea of energy.
"Buzz——"
The long sword vibrated.
A sword energy.
Ten ways.
Hundred Road.
Thousand Roads!
"boom--"
The picture in Han Muye's mind suddenly exploded, and then, a young man holding a big sword and standing as tall as a peak stood there.
"I'm going to Lin Chongxiao to meet my fellow Taoist."