Chapter 1899

"The rotten wood is hard to carve, I will punish you for three days to reflect on yourself!"

The Tianxuan Sword Saint has gone far away, but her cold scolding still echoes in the square in front of the palace.

Thirty-six scrolls and thirty-six ancient characters, arranged in a mess, filled with ancient meanings to trap Lin Yun in it.

"This time, let you be proud and trapped. Let you keep a low profile and don't pretend like that. The more you pretend, the more you pretend, the more miserable it becomes."

In the Zi Yuan sword box, Xiao Bingfeng's gloating sound came.

"It's not a big deal, it's only three days."

Lin Yun sat cross-legged and comforted him.

"If you can't break these thirty-six words, I don't think it will be three days. Maybe she will become more angry when she thinks about it after she returns. Three days may turn into three months, three years, thirty years, three years, three years, three years, three years, three years, three years, three years, three years, three years, three years, three years, three years, three years, and three years.

century……"

Xiao Bingfeng ruthlessly attacked Lin Yun.

“It should be unlikely.”

Lin Yun comforted himself.

"Why is it impossible? I have seen it long ago that your master must have let others down. Yaoguang asked you to come here to atone for your sins. As a result, you have been pretending to be hard and still don't recognize your identity. She is afraid that it is

Already angry."

Xiao Bingfeng said seriously: "But I don't think she is really qi, otherwise she wouldn't have specially guided you in swordsmanship, and she would also let you cultivate to become one of thousands of swords."

Lin Yun pondered silently. Although the emperor was used to talking nonsense, it seemed that there was something really right this time.

Master really lets himself atone for his sins?

Regardless of the truth back then, the past of Tianxuan Sword Saint and Master must be extremely complicated.

A thousand years of love and resentment can be simply explained without the words love and hate.

"You Yaoguang disciple can't admit defeat once?"

A word suddenly flew across Lin Yun's mind, and his face gradually changed.

I didn't care much at that time, but now I think this sentence is full of profound meaning.

Lin Yun thought so, and couldn't help but believe it a little, saying, "So, how should I give in?"

Xiao Bingfeng said proudly: "It's actually very simple. You just don't know it in the game. If you call your master's wife, Tianxuan Sword Saint will definitely let go of his grudges."

Lin Yun was stunned immediately, feeling that this girl was starting to talk nonsense again.

"Don't believe it? If she hadn't been in love with Yaoguang, why would she teach you sword skills? What should she do to you?"

Xiao Bingfeng taught a lesson: "What's more, you've always called Uncle Master, which is obviously not good, and you're called everyone old."

"It's all called this, this is a respectful title, let alone her senior, she is almost three thousand years old." Lin Yun whispered.

Ruo Tianxuan Sword Saint and Yao Guang are about this age, so of course they can't tell at all.

"Oh."

Xiao Bingfeng sneered: "I am still 100,000 years old. Try calling me an ancestor? I will hammer you, the scumbag, on the spot!"

Master's wife, Master's wife...

Lin Yun murmured in his heart, then shook his head, obviously not very reliable.

Not to mention whether Master and Tianxuan Sword Saint have reached this point, even if there is really no formal marriage, this is a very disrespectful title.

It is better to be a master and respect it more.

"I almost convinced you little girl."

Lin Yun laughed silently, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes and practiced hard, intending to practice the sword soul in the sea of ​​swords to return one.

Anyway, it only took three days, and it took a blink of an eye.

"Ha, then wait and see if this emperor is wrong." Xiao Bingfeng said confidently.

Swish swish swish swish!

With the practice of the sword soul at the middle of his eyebrows, ink and water figures appeared on the ground where Lin Yun sat cross-legged.

The ink and wash figures complement each other with the golden villain, constantly practicing the Thirteen Swords of Fireflies.

Many ink and wash figures quietly draw circles at extremely slow speeds.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

As Xiao Bingfeng expected, Tianxuan Sword Saint really did not appear, but instead a wisp of piano sound woke Lin Yun up.

"Xi Qin."

Lin Yun opened his eyes.

Swish swish swish swish!

Many ink and wash figures that were still and disappeared like smoke

It scattered and disappeared into the depths of Lin Yun's eyebrows the moment he opened his eyes.

Looking around, there were thirteen round sword marks on the ground at some point.

Lin Yun took a casual look and looked up in the direction where the zither sound came from. The zither sound came from one of the thirteen peaks in the Wuchen Palace.

If you remember correctly, it was Bai Shuying's residence.

Lin Yun had known for a long time that Bai Shuying lived in it. During this period, she would occasionally play some musical instruments when she had time at night.

Guzheng, pipa, guqin, cave flute, bamboo flute, this orchid saint is indeed proficient in music and has learned a lot of musical instruments.

But today, he actually heard the sound of Xi Qin, or the Erquan Yingyue he played at the Langya event.

"Have Xi Qin spread?"

Lin Yun whispered to himself, and then withdrew his gaze.

Little did they know that Bai Shuying on the mountain palace was also looking down at the trapped Lin Yun.

Master really treated Ye Qingtian differently. She had been with Master for so long, and she had never seen Master treat anyone so special.

Lin Yun didn't know what these ancient words mean, but she was quite clear and even had a slight subtle emotion.

It was only so short that the master taught him a lot of things.

...

In the square in front of Wuchen Palace, Lin Yun slowly stood up. He looked at the ancient words on the scroll and pondered: "These are actually sword techniques."

"Yes." The emperor responded: "But they are all in a mess, the order is reversed, and even this emperor hasn't figured it out for a while."

"Are you studying?"

"Nonsense, you are really trapped inside, who can find the Sun and Moon God Pattern for me?" Xiao Bingfeng said in a deep voice.

"I'll try it first."

Lin Yun rose up, found a scroll at will, and reached out and stuck it onto the drawing paper.

An accident happened!

The ancient characters on the scroll released a dazzling lightning, which directly bounced him away.

At the same time, the ancient characters in the painting seem to be alive, and the strokes are broken down into ink and water figures coming.

The world is ever-changing!

Lin Yun activated the secret technique of chasing the sun, and his body shape was unpredictable in a square inch, avoiding all the sword lights.

Surlock!

Then spread your arms and landed calmly on the ground.

Well!

Thirty-six scrolls moved slowly, crossing and changing again, and arranged in different directions.

The original intention of Tianxuan Sword Saint was not to really trap me, but to see that I had mastered Wan Jian Guiyi and wanted to teach me another set of sword techniques.

The sword technique is hidden in these thirty-six ancient characters.

In fact, the basics have been well trained and the rapid progress can be achieved, so you can practice real swordsmanship.

"Uncle Master said that Yao Guang's lineage was unwilling to admit defeat, but Uncle Master himself, isn't it..."

Lin Yun sighed in his heart, feeling that Master and Tianxuan were afraid they were unwilling to admit defeat.

Do you want me to understand it yourself? This difficulty is not ordinary.

"Little Bingfeng, have you seen anything?" Lin Yun said.

"No. But..."

"But what?"
To be continued...