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.
To be continued...