There was nothing but a futon and an incense burner.

Lin Yun looked at the incense burner and did not mean to go, but sat on the cushion himself.

This level has nothing to do with the incense burner, and there is no time limit.

What tests is understanding and one's own kendo attainments, and the answer lies in the wooden house itself.

It’s empty, and the postgraduate entrance examination is just a loophole.

It depends on how much you can forget!

Lin Yun was very confident. His guess would never be wrong. Even if he knew, whether he could do it was another matter.

The light of the sword intent fell on him through the crack of the door, forming mottled light and shadows.

With the intertwined light and shadow, Lin Yun, who was sitting cross-legged, looked like a little bit like a Taoist monk.

The light of these swords shines on him, and Lin Yun feels very comfortable, like a baby soaked in a warm holy spring.

As time passed, light shone in Lin Yun’s eyebrows, and light spots emanated from it.

Soon these light spots disappeared in the air. These were the accumulations he had been walking along the way, and the sword art he had realized from the innate realm.

At that time, they were all treasures and brought him supreme help, but now it seems that there are many things that are wrong.

Some things are accumulated too complicated, so you have to forget them and leave only the purest insights into swordsmanship.

It is indeed very difficult. These sword insights have already penetrated into the bone marrow, flowed into the blood, and even engraved on the soul.

Lin Yun guessed that he should not forget everything, and it would be almost the same as meeting a certain standard.

Forget it all, he can't do it for a while. That should be a state that only his master has.

Wash all the dew and return to nature.

As time passed, more and more light spots scattered in Lin Yun's body, and the sword heart in his body became more and more pure, as clean as crystal.

His sword heart became smaller and smaller, and eventually turned from an invisible existence into a substantial "sword pill".

The silver sword ball is the size of a fingernail, and it is just around his heart and can even beat slightly like a heart.

rustle!

The mottled light and shadow in the wooden house continued to merge and wriggle, and finally turned into the figure of an old man in white.

Lin Yun sensed the existence of this person and immediately opened his eyes, and his eyes became clearer.

He felt that his sword skills had not made any progress, his body became much lighter, and even the sword intent of the sky was not that thick.

If the sword intent of the sky that was perfect in the past was the boiling magma that could be thrust away at any time, it now turned into a calm and clear lake.

"senior."

Lin Yun saw the old man and spoke immediately.

The old man with white hair picked up a lit incense and looked at Lin Yun and said, "You are only so old and you have mastered the true sword heart. It's incredible. If I were still here, I would definitely accept you as my disciple and teach a peerless sword saint.

...No, I have taught a Supreme Sword Emperor."

Lin Yun said calmly: "Senior, what I want to take is the path of the Sword God."
Chapter completed!