The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 65: The deeper the love, the more severe the injury

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the night is as cool as water.

　　

　　 In the wooden house, Lin Yun sat cross-legged, closing his eyes and meditating.

　　

　　 is in front of him, and the soft moonlight shines through the window, all over the floor.

　　

　　Pure Yang Gong breaks through the shackles, and after the achievement of innate skills, it is more than ten times more complicated than the original route.

　　

　　 There are many positions in the meridians of 　　 Nei Jin, which need to be carefully identified.

　　

　　 That's amazing.

　　

The 　　 Ling Ling Jue is in use, and it needs to squeeze out the huge internal energy a little bit hard.

　　

　　 Pure Yang Gong had reached its peak, but I didn’t expect that, under this circumstances, the accidental hit and collision broke the acquired shackles.

　　

　　 The light yellow inner strength, like a faint flame, circulates in Lin Yun's body.

　　

　　 Today’s Innate Pure Yang Gong is equivalent to rebuilding and turning into a brand new technique.

　　

　　 needs to practice again from the first.

　　

　　 The inner strength that can be condensed by innate pure Yang Gong, but it is not what it used to be, like a flame, fierce and domineering, burning everything!

　　

　　 When the innate pure Yang Gong, which is extremely complex, runs in the body for a big week, Lin Yun slowly opened his eyes.

　　

　　嘭嘭嘭!

　　

　　 A warm current flows from the heart to the limbs.

　　

　　 The Qiqiao Linglong Pill embedded in the heart is like a high mountain water source, turning into seven trickles.

　　

　　 nourishes Lin Yun's physical body, and under the urging of innate pure Yang Gong, it continuously strengthens Lin Yun's cultivation.

　　

　　"If you are not born at the age of seventeen, you will never be able to break through in your life."

　　

　　 Bai Qiushui's words echoed in his mind, making Lin Yun's expression a bit solemn.

　　

　　Su Ziyao...this name is something that I can't avoid in my life.

　　

　　 unknowingly, half a month has passed in penance.

　　

　　 Qingyunfeng.

　　

　　 on the edge of a cliff with long swords in the ground.

　　

　　 There is an agile figure, facing the scorching sun, the sword flashes like the wind, flashing and moving. Swordsmanship is like moving clouds and flowing water, ghosts and charms are impermanent, heavenly horses and empty, no trace can be found.

　　

　　Flowers come out!

　　

　　 Between his feet, the boy pierced out with a sword, and four roses bloomed on the tip of the sword at the same time.

　　

　　 Snap!

　　

　　 The flower bloomed for a moment, exploded, and countless petals were flying in the sky.

　　

　　The young man wielded his sword, and under the traction of the sword, the petals suddenly condensed, forming a tornado composed of roses.

　　

　　 "Go!"

　　

　　 With a soft drink, the petals whizzed away and rushed towards the mountains and clouds.

　　

　　In an instant, the boundless sea of ​​clouds was dissipated by the tornado, and the petals bloomed colorfully under the reflection of the scorching sun, like a dream.

　　

　　 Needless to say, the boy is naturally Lin Yun.

　　

　　 Looking at the fantastic beauty in front of him, a smile appeared on the corner of Lin Yun's mouth.

　　

　　The more I understand it, the more I feel that where this type of flower starts is simply infinite.

　　

　　 has endless potential to be tapped, and various killer moves can be derived.

　　

　　 "I don't know who the Tsing Yi people are, I have benefited a lot with just one sword, and where does this flower start from?"

　　

　　 Lin Yun was puzzled. The more he mastered, the more unfathomable the picture was.

　　

　　 There is a tiger in his heart, sniffing the rose... it's much more than that.

　　

　　Waiting for the moment when the sword's power dissipated, Lin Yun turned around to collect the sword, the burial sword suddenly cried out, and the ethereal voice sounded again.

　　

　　 The long sword that he had inserted into the ground in advance, buzzed and trembled slightly.

　　

　　Sounding the sword and psychic, four realms, hearing the sword, controlling the sword, sword heart, and psychic.

　　

　　 He is still at the threshold of hearing the sword, only knowing that the sound of this sword can cause the surrounding long swords to tremble at the same time.

　　

　　 At one thought, a hundred swords blast!

　　

　　"The word "Wearing Sword" seems to be more about the discrimination of the sword, and controlling the sword is the real technique of defending and killing the enemy."

　　

　　 Today's sword-sounding psychic can only slightly interfere with the enemy's blade.

　　

　　锵!

　　

　　Returning the sword to its sheath, a hundred long swords on the ground, at the same time they stopped trembling, and the ethereal sound stopped abruptly.

　　

　　 "It's time to go down."

　　

　　 glanced at the scorching sun above his head, Lin Yun opened his arms and jumped into the air.

　　

　　 on the hillside, like a wild goose, swooping down.

　　

　　The Big Goose Jue of the higher body technique, in his hands, has already reached the state of perfection. Now with a light leap, with the innate pure Yang Gong, it can reach several feet high.

　　

　　 Within a short period of time, you can stay in the air for several seconds.

　　

　　 flew down from the top of the mountain, exactly like a wild goose, flexible and free.

　　

　　 After reaching the main road in the mountains, Lin Yun stopped her body technique and walked with a sword.

　　

　　"Hello Brother Lin!"

　　

　　 "I have seen Brother Lin."

　　

　　"Brother Lin."

　　

　　 I saw the Qingyunzong disciples along the road, and countless who they were. When they saw him, they would stop and salute respectfully.

　　

　　Four Grand Competition, Lin Yun became famous in one battle.

　　

　　With his own power, he fought against the Sect Master of Ziyan, and finally defeated the four elders with a single sword.

　　

　　The name of Lin Yun has long been spread throughout Tianshui Country, and no one in the entire Qingyun Sect knows it.

　　

　　 No one dared to be behind anymore, calling him a sword slave, and mentioning the word Lin Yun is a sincere admiration.

　　

　　 sprinted all the way, constantly walking down the mountain.

　　

　　 After a large area of ​​buildings, Lin Yun came to Xijian Pavilion at the foot of the mountain.

　　

　　Before washing the sword pavilion, the group of handymen were still doing the lowest level of hard work.

　　

　　 "Give me snacks one by one. Before sunset, the blood on these swords will wash my energy!"

　　

　　The in charge of the Handyman's Office is still Zhou Ping, an outside disciple.

　　

　　 Suddenly, he turned around and saw Lin Yun outside the courtyard inadvertently, his face suddenly changed.

　　

　　 hurried over and said with a bitter smile: "Brother Lin, why have you come to this place? Just ask someone to come here if you have any instructions, why come in person!"

　　

　　The handyman in the yard saw Lin Yun and stopped working.

　　

　　 looks very complicated.

　　

　　 A trace of shame flashed in most of his eyes, and then he lowered his head silently, lest he would be noticed by Lin Yun.

　　

　　 Back then, they were not friendly to Lin Yun at all.

　　

　　 When he was a handyman, he kept bullying and squeezing him out, when he became a sword slave.

　　

　　 was even more insensitive and drove him out in the middle of the night in the heavy rain.

　　

　　With Lin Yun's current sect status, if he wants to retaliate, the latter cannot imagine.

　　

　　 But this group of handymen are obviously over-conscious.

　　

　　 Lin Yun didn't even look at them, let alone revenge, and said lightly: "Go down."

　　

　　 Touching the scene, Lin Yun will not retaliate against these people.

　　

　　As you can see, it is inevitable to recall the exclusion and humiliation of the original owner.

　　

　　 Zhou Ping and a group of handymen, relieved, left quickly.

　　

　　 When they face Lin Yun now, it is also stressful and uneasy.

　　

　　 Thinking of being here, some of the past with Su Ziyao, Lin Yun sighed lightly.

　　

　　 Seeing things and thinking about people, I am full of emotion.

　　

　　 After a long time, his eyes fell on the main building of Xijian Pavilion, his eyes narrowed slightly.

　　

　　 If there is one person, he may know the memory he has forgotten.

　　

　　, this person is definitely not old Hong!

　　

　　 a few steps later, Lin Yun pushed the door and entered.

　　

　　In the washing sword pavilion, the scene remains the same, except that the cold pond on that side seems to be weaker.

　　

　　 glanced away, I saw Old Hong, still focusing on raising the sword.

　　

　　 "I have seen Mr. Hong."

　　

　　 Lin Yun walked over quickly, saluting respectfully.

　　

　　 Lin Yun didn't dare to disrespect the old man in front of him at all, from the painting he gave him.

　　

　　, we can see that Mr. Hong must be a person with a story.

　　

　　 "Boy, I heard that you are powerful."

　　

　　 Old Hong turned around and smiled, his appearance remained unchanged, except that the wrinkles on his face were a bit more. Not seen in just a few months, it turned out to be more than a dozen years old, tired and old.

　　

　　 "Old Hong, your body..." Lin Yun asked worriedly when he saw this.

　　

　　Old Hong smiled calmly: "I told you a long time ago that I am a person with half of my foot buried in the tomb. I have long looked down on life and death. I prepared the coffin a few years ago."

　　

　　 "Old Hong, I am here this time, do you have something to ask?"

　　

　　"It's about Su Ziyao."

　　

　　 Lin Yun was taken aback for a moment, and then he smiled: "So, you know Mr. Hong, it's great!"

　　

　　Lao Hong waited for Lin Yun to finish, and then smiled softly: "Don't be happy, the memory you lost was sealed by me and Su Ziyao together."

　　

　　 "What!"

　　

　　 Lin Yun was shocked when he heard the words, and his mind seemed to have a thunder, which kept humming.

　　

　　 The truth is so unbelievable, it is completely beyond Lin Yun's expectation.

　　

　　 "Old Hong, tell me, I really want to know what I have forgotten. If I don't want to be clear, I can't forgive my mistakes in my life."

　　

　　 Lin Yun looked worried, begging for each other.

　　

　　 It was hard to find someone who knew the truth, but he didn't expect that the other party sealed his own memory, so how could he not be anxious.

　　

　　"My child, since this memory is sealed, there must be his reason. It is good for you and her, so don't ask for it. I will definitely bring this secret to your grave. In other words, not knowing is a good thing."

　　

　　 Old Hong sighed, softly comforting.

　　

　　Lin Yun couldn't help feeling sad when he saw Hong Lao's attitude.

　　

　　"Don’t care about Su Ziyao’s attitude either, because the exercises she practiced destined her to be above the top and can’t lower her head. The deeper the affection, the heavier the injury will be to you and her..." /

　　

　　 The flood is still trying to say something, but after thinking about it, I still talk to Lin Yun and reveal a little bit.

　　

　　The deeper the love, the more hurt?

　　

　　 Lin Yun frowned, what kind of exercise Su Ziyao was practicing, so domineering.

　　

　　 Suddenly, Lin Yun suddenly realized.

　　

　　 Obviously it was for Lin Yun to polish his body, and only then rewarded medicinal pills, but Su Ziyao always kept the color high.

　　

　　 Because the deeper the love, the more hurt... The contradiction in her heart, and the suffering in her heart, are also unknown.

　　

　　 "I want to find her, I must find her!"

　　

　　 Lin Yun's eyes are firm~IndoMTL.com~ said over and over again.

　　

　　 "I advise you to forget it."

　　

　　Lao Hong looked at the blue silk surrounding Lin Yun’s little finger, and said solemnly: “This strand of blue silk is the love silk she cut off. If you see you again, maybe she will kill you without hesitation.

　　

　　 "You don't even know her origin, and all her responsibilities, after she is the Empress..."

　　

　　 Before he finished speaking, Old Hong turned his head to look, his face suddenly changed.

　　

　　 Lin Yun was shocked at the same time, and there was a powerful aura outside Xijian Pavilion, which was approaching quickly.

　　

　　嘭!

　　

　　 hadn't reacted yet, Old Hong slapped him with a palm and sent him into the cold pond.

　　

　　 Under the water, Lin Yun felt that he was in a state of suspended animation, with no breath in his body and unable to move.

　　

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