Zhou Ping on the ground, with extremely incredible gazes in his eyes, muttered: “You sword slave, with dull aptitude, how can you reach the triple realm of martial arts!”
The handyman in the sword washing room in the open space was even more incredible than Zhou Ping and could not accept this result.
Three martial arts can become the outer disciples of Qingyunmen, and the status of this sword slave is much higher than them.
Lin Yun looked at Zhou Ping, didn’t speak, turned and walked towards the sword washing room.
Zhou Ping wanted to chase after him, but when he saw Lin Yun had entered the sword washing room, he chose to give up with some annoyance, and threw a fist towards the ground in angrily.
Washing the sword room, the attic that exists alone, is a taboo.
Outer disciples and handymen can’t enter. Inside, they are responsible for cleaning and maintaining the sabers of inner disciples. They are all exquisite or even higher-level profound artifacts.
Among them, these ordinary handymen don’t understand the conservation method at all, and if they mess around, they will damage the sword.
The only person who can enter here is Lin Yun, even Zhou Ping did not dare to enter.
“Brother Zhou, are you okay.”
“Senior Brother Zhou, Lin Yun, the sword slave, turned over at once. I am afraid that it will fly into the sky and no one can stop it.”
“It’s over, we have been ridiculing this guy on weekdays. I’m afraid we will have trouble in the future.”
“Tell me a little less, this guy is just relying on the pill given by Sister Su to achieve the triple level of martial arts. It is not so easy to become an outer disciple!”
When Lin Yun was fisted, Zhou Ping was extremely dissatisfied, thinking that he was just careless.
Now Lin Yun makes him lose face in the sword washing room. If he can’t get back from this scene, who else will convince him in the sword washing room in the future.
With a cold look at the sword washing room, Zhou Ping quickly turned and left.
“Lin Yun is choking, Zhou Ping’s father is the elder of the outer sect. His elder brother is also a master of the outer sect disciples, and he will suffer some difficulties in the future.”
“Sword slaves have this temper. They are suppressed too much on weekdays. If they have strength, they don’t know the heights of the sky. They even dare to fight Senior Brother Zhou Ping.”
“But having said that, Senior Brother Zhou Ping was embarrassed just now. This guy didn’t toss us on weekdays. Lin Yun just helped us out.”
Hundreds of handymen, after discussing for a while, went back into battle and began to maintain the sabers of other outer disciples.
In the sword washing room, the moment Lin Yun opened the door and entered, he felt a chill and came over the floor.
The cold air comes from a cold pool in the middle of the hall.
The surface of the pool is cold, with floating ice floating, and a dozen swords are placed.
Incorporating the memory of the original owner, Lin Yun knew that this cold pond was quite mysterious. The floating ice in the pool is colder than the thousand-year ice of Xingyue Lake in Tianshui Country, and few people in the sect know its secrets.
On the other side of the icy pool, an old man was sharpening his sword, snorting.
Beside the grindstone, there are ten spiritual liquids of different colors, and the old man is skilled. From time to time, take out various spiritual fluids, or mix them together, or inject them into the whetstone individually.
Lin Yun didn’t speak, but quietly watched the old man sharpen his sword, and when the other party was finished, he gently wiped the blade.
Respectfully arched his hands: “Old Hong, the boy Lin Yun, has reached the third level of martial arts, and I 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 intervene in management, so he has the opportunity of mediocrity like Zhou Ping.
Lin Yun’s brilliant sword-raising skills all come from this old man, and it is also because of old Hong that he is qualified to enter this sword washing pavilion. Only then has the ability to maintain the saber for some inner disciples alone.
Lao Hong was a little surprised and sighed softly: “It’s no accident. Although your bones are poor, you can use so many elixirs granted by Su Ziyao, and your breakthrough is normal.”
“It’s just…the way of martial arts, reaching the innate realm, is the real beginning. Your bones, walking all the way is too difficult, in the end it is still a dead end.”
“You have a relationship with the sword, but you can psychic with profound tools, if you are outside. The old man can help you find a path to a profound master. To reach the top, you can still make peerless powerful people compete with each other.”
For Mr. Hong, Lin Yun doesn’t understand a lot, what is Xuanshi? Why does the innate realm really begin, the road of martial arts?
However, Lin Yun could clearly feel the concerns and worries in the words.
There is also the first sentence, even Mr. Hong said so, it seems that Lin Yun has indeed benefited from Su Ziyao’s many benefits,
“Old Xie Hong cares, Lin Yun’s path has been decided, no matter how difficult this martial road is, he will go all the way. To live forever, you don’t want to be famous, but if you ask for a clear conscience, you can be free. “
Lin Yun’s two lives were human, dead and reborn, and many problems have been seen thoroughly.
Lao Hong was stunned when he heard the words, and then smiled: “If you have a clear conscience, can you be at ease?”
In the words, the meaning is still unfinished, but Mr. Hong did not say much.
“From the sword slave to the martial arts triple, it can be regarded as a step to the sky. It is gratifying. You can still remember me as an old man. It is also rare. You can’t send you anything else. This painting has been with me for many years, so you can keep it. “
After speaking, Mr. Hong handed Lin Yun a scroll.
Lin Yun was stunned when he heard the words. He knew that the painting, it was Hong’s heart and soul, and he often took a look at it.
Elder Hong is kind to himself, how can he take his beloved thing, and quickly declined.
“Thinking that I became a useless person for this painting back then, and I didn’t understand the mystery. Now half of my body is already in the loess, and will die at any time, leave it in my hand, and bury it in the loess with me?” /
“If you remember correctly, you are practicing Tiger Fist… No matter what, this painting is somewhat magical to you.”
Elder Hong couldn’t help but said, he forced it to Lin Yun and waved his hand: “Let’s go, let’s go, don’t come to this place in the future. After you get out of here, no matter what others think, you Lin Yun will no longer be Qingyun. Sword slave!”
In the last sentence, Old Hong emphasized his tone, which shocked Lin Yun’s spirit. That’s right, from now on, no matter how others look at it, I, Lin Yun, must not underestimate himself.
He took the painting, bends down solemnly, and then walks away.
Old Hong looked at Lin Yun’s back, sighed softly, and secretly said a pity.
Walking out of the sword-washing room, a group of handymen in the clearing all looked at Lin Yun with strange expressions. There is jealousy, there is envy, and the look is complicated.
Everyone knows that no matter what Lin Yun will do in the future, he doesn’t need to return here anymore.
Zhou Ping has left without blocking the road, making Lin Yun a little surprised. After staying for a while, he left the place without looking back and walked towards his cabin.
The wooden house is simple and remote, and it is extremely inconspicuous in the huge Qingyun Peak.
In the humble room, Lin Yun was writing something.
Hundred health pill, 20 qi and blood pill, all kinds of money total three hundred taels of gold…
Yes, what he is writing at the moment is exactly the money that Su Ziyao has given him in the past two years.
Lin Yun’s sword-raising skills are good. For a long time, Su Ziyao’s sabers have been maintained by him. In the past two years, the scattered rewards add up to a lot.
As others have said, without these rewards, with the original master’s roots and savvy ~ IndoMTL.com~ I am afraid that I will be trapped in martial arts for the rest of my life.
No matter how much you insist, you can’t break through.
Lin Yun’s memory is very good, but his memory is not too strong. The original owner remembers all the rewards from Su Ziyao clearly.
Even Su Ziyao remembers clearly why Su Ziyao needed to raise a sword. What’s more, even know what time it is and what the weather is like that day.
As long as I recall for a moment, everything about Su Ziyao will come to mind.
Lin Yun didn’t understand, the original owner was not stupid, and even had great perseverance. Why can’t I see Su Ziyao clearly? The rewards given by the other party are just courtesy.
It’s not even polite, he’s indifferent to the extreme, and he doesn’t care about it at all.
Love is a word, really incomprehensible.
Think of Su Ziyao, wiping the sword body during the day, and her indifferent expression. Lin Yun shook his head slightly, not thinking about it, writing seriously.
After you finish writing, blow gently, and wait for the ink to dry slightly. Lin Yun placed it in front of him, Su Ziyao’s indifferent expression appeared in his eyes, feeling helpless for the original owner’s infatuation.
The original master’s obsession is so strong that it still affects Lin Yun.
“Don’t worry, when I join the outer door, after a little achievement, I will return it to the other party ten times for you.”
Lin Yun retracted his gaze and muttered to himself. After a long time, he solemnly collected the paper.
As soon as this sentence came out, the obsession in my mind became thinner, giving birth to a lot of gratitude.
Lin Yun couldn’t laugh, so infatuated, for that.
If there is another life, I hope you don’t be infatuated.
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