Flower Stealing Master Chapter 100: Patitude for the same sickness
Lin Pingzhi looked back at him warily, without speaking.
Song Qingshu was boring and didn't care, and continued: "I have a set of swordsmanship here. I will show it to you in full. I would like to learn as you please."
I didn't wait for the other party to answer when he finished speaking, the wooden sword was unsheathed, and the sword walked lightly, showing him the five-mountain divine sword that he had summarized.
At first, Lin Pingzhi thought that the other party was teasing him. After watching for a while, he found that the other party was actually showing him a set of exquisite swordsmanship, and it was much more advanced than the master usually taught them.
As the opponent's rehearsal, Lin Pingzhi's temples sweated slightly. He only felt that he remembered this move, and forgot that move. After dozens of moves, even the previously memorized move was forgotten, and he couldn't help thinking of his own burden. A sea of blood and deep enmity, and now there is a high level of martial arts in front of him, but he dullly cannot remember, endless regret and despair arise spontaneously.
After Song Qingshu finished the demonstration, he looked at Lin Pingzhi, who was sweating profusely, and asked: "How much do you remember?"
Lin Pingzhi's lips were bitten by teeth and bleeding, and said annoyedly: "I didn't remember one layer."
Now it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned, and subconsciously said: "It's really a pig to worship you as the king."
When he heard his words, Lin Pingzhi's face was even more embarrassed. After a burst of blue and red, it suddenly turned into blue-grey, so pale that it was so white.
Seeing Lin Pingzhi's appearance, Song Qingshu was in a daze as if he saw the scene where he was on a whim in his previous life and went to a martial artist to learn some Baguazhang. Before studying, I imagined that I was the protagonist of martial arts novels, and he would be able to read it once. As a result, the martial artist taught him every move. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. The frustration of the contrast made him unforgettable.
Is Lin Pingzhi an ordinary person without the protagonist's aura? Song Qingshu showed a slight smile and comforted: "You are too low in martial arts now. You can't remember these advanced swordsmanship and you can't blame you. Well, I have a way, you look into my eyes."
Lin Ping looked up consciously and saw the dark and deep pupils of the other party, his eyes suddenly became confused, and the whole person seemed to have entered a void space.
Suddenly the figure of Song Qingshu appeared in front of my eyes, only to see the other party smile, and said: "I use the soul transfer technique to imprint the sword technique in your mind, but this is not your own after all, it's just for your convenience. When you are in doubt, you can only learn this sword technique after you have passed it thoroughly."
Lin Pingzhi heard it in a cloud of clouds, with a thousand doubts in his heart, before he spoke, the other party practiced the sword technique again, and quickly remembered it intently.
I don't know why, this time I just feel like a divine enlightenment. After a set of swordsmanship, I remember every detail clearly.
There was a snapping sound in his ear, Lin Pingzhi woke up from the chaos, his thoughts moved, every move and every style of swordsmanship came to mind clearly, and he could not help but look at Song Qingshu with surprises: "I I remember, I remember!"
"Your martial arts background is too bad. You can find Yu Cang's poster hate after practicing this sword for three years. Remember! If you can learn your Huashan Zixia skills in the middle, and have internal strength as the foundation, you should be able to get twice the result with half the effort." Song Qingshu thought for a while and said to him solemnly.
"Three years?" Lin Pingzhi was pleasantly surprised. With his current martial arts speed, I am afraid that Yu Canghai may not be able to avenge him before he died. Now Song Qingshu tells him that he will be rewarded after three years of hard training. Hope, how can we not be ecstatic.
"By the way, don't tell anyone about martial arts, including your master." Song Qingshu was still a little frustrated at the thought of Yue Buqun, who was scheming and calculating.
"Yeah! The benevolent grandfather is great and kind, and Pingzhi will never forget!" Lin Pingzhi knelt on the ground and respectfully knocked three heads.
"You don't have to be like this, it's just a simple effort for me." Song Qingshu drew sideways.
"Benevolent grandfather's effort, for Pingzhi, is kind to rebuild." Lin Pingzhi said sternly.
"Well, you go back quickly, otherwise that Miss Yue may be about to shake the sky." Song Qingshu said jokingly.
Lin Pingzhi's face blushed. He just walked a few steps to the school grounds, suddenly turned around, and asked with a complex expression: "Why would you help me?"
"In the original world, you and I are both pitiful people, maybe we have the same disease." When he said this, Song Qingshu felt like a world away.
Lin Pingzhi nodded as if he did not understand, and greeted Yue Lingshan who was running over...
Returning to Jianqi Chongxiao Hall, Yue Buqun and Mu Renqing have negotiated and decided to visit Feng Qingyang together on Si Guo Cliff.
Although Feng Qingyang belongs to the Sword Sect, Yue Buqun thought that if there is really a master with sword skills living in Huashan, he would naturally not have to worry all day that Huashan would be directly destroyed by Zuo Lengchan, so he was eager to arrive. Thinking over the cliff to prove the existence of Qingyang.
After a group of people came to Si Guoya, Mu Renqing unleashed his inner strength to spread his voice across the mountain: "Mu Renqing, a descendant of the Huashan Sword Sect, please see Xiao Shishu."
Yue Buqun aside secretly admired that although Jianzong practiced heavy swords and light internal strength, the Hunyuan skills they practiced were not under the Qizong's Zixia magical skills.
Mu Renqing yelled three times in a row, but there was no reaction at all after thinking about the cliff. The group looked at each other and stared at Song Qingshu, even Xia Qingqing began to doubt it.
Seeing Xia Qingqing's look~IndoMTL.com~Song Qingshu gave a wry smile and shrugged: "For you, I'll take it all out."
After finishing speaking, he sank Dantian and shouted with a more vigorous internal force: "Old man Feng, I am back again. Last time I was careless, I just lost your move. This time I won't be merciful, come and come. We fought for three hundred rounds..."
Xia Qingqing heard a black line, and the faces of the Huashan faction were unsightly. At this moment, a cold snort came: "I can't help myself!"
The voice seemed soft and weak, but it could be clearly transmitted to everyone's ears in the thunderous roar of Song Qingshu, Yue Buqun's expression changed: I didn't expect that Hunyuan Gong was in this state when he practiced to the extreme.
As soon as the voice fell, an old man with white beard and green robe appeared at the corner of a big rock, his expression depressed, his face like golden paper.
"The disciple Mu Renqing (Yue Buqun) visited Uncle Feng." Seeing his appearance, although there was a trace of years, the two of them couldn't recognize the young man who was the first in Huashan swordsmanship. Uncle Master.
Feng Qingyang waved their sleeves, and both Mu Yue felt that a soft vigor lifted them up, and they admired them with great admiration.
Looking at the heads of the two swordsman sects, Feng Qingyang looked complicated and sighed: "Back then, I missed the two swords sect martial arts competition, which caused the sword sect to be almost wiped out. I really have no face to see the swordsman again. People, if it wasn't for today..." After finishing speaking, Song Qingshu glared fiercely.
Song Qingshu was frowned upon by him, and he quickly pushed Xia Qingqing forward and sneered: "This time it's your disciple and grandchildren who have something to ask for you. It's none of my business."