Chapter 62

Ling Yun sat alone in the study, thinking, until dusk, he just rubbed his face, spit out a mouthful of turbid gas, "finally to start."

Ling Yun put his hands in his sleeves and went out with a hunchback. When he was a child, his father also liked to hunchback. He was young, but he seemed to be carrying a lot of things. Before, he didn't know much. He always held his father's clothes and told him to walk straight. His father always rubbed his head and said with a smile: "it's really like your mother."

Ling Yun said softly, "mother, where are you?"

Ling Yun is not a heartless wood. He will be happy and sad, and there will be people who miss him. It's just that the blood feud of King Ling's mansion is like a mountain pressing on his heart, which makes him almost suffocated. He doesn't want to listen to his husband's theory of good and evil. People in the world have never experienced what he has experienced, so they have no right to persuade him to be kind.

This line, even if it is to the Zhao song world, even if it is a river of blood, he will not retreat half a step, the blood feud of King Ling's house, not only the Zhao Song Dynasty hall, but also those monks to participate in, do not worry, one by one slowly accounts.

"Young master, you look very tired." He said gently in the morning.

Ling Yun shook his head with a smile and said to Li Tiehua, "let's eat at home tonight. Aunt Tiehua will trouble you to buy vegetables and I'll cook."

"Good!" Li Tiehua said with a smile that when she helped Ling Yun clean his room these days, she unexpectedly found that the two sweet potatoes that Ling Yun kept were the ones she gave to Ling Yun that day. At that time, she probably guessed some thoughts in Ling Yun's mind, so she actually said that Ling Yun was a stranger who met each other, but they just felt good to each other. In fact, most of the time, Li Tiehua regards Ling Yun more as his own child.

When Ling Yun was away, he chatted with him in the early morning. Only by beating around the Bush did he know that Ling Yun had no mother since he was a child. He was just precocious. He just hid many things in his heart and didn't want to say them. Therefore, Li Tiehua was more in love with this child.

Of course, Ling Yun doesn't know. Anyway, he just thinks that some people can be worth their unreserved efforts. He is not unkind, but this world can't accommodate his kindness.

As soon as he passed the palace examination, he got the position of five grades. Anyone with a bit of insight in the court knows that the rest of his life is a recommendation, but his ability and talent are all the best choice, which is no less than the number one in the imperial examination system.

This kind of person is easier to contact than others. In fact, we all know the reason why Zhao and song recommended him. This kind of person is more suitable for living in the imperial court, and is better to attract than those scholars who have read a lot of sages but don't know how to adapt.

At noon, Ling Yun cooks. After dinner, Ling Yun goes to the Academy with him in the early morning. At this time, the king of Wu will probably arrange people to find him. However, Ling Yun is not worried. Some things need a specific time to decide his best use.

As Ling Yun expected, at the gate of the Academy stood a young man in green, holding a huge iron sword, pointing to Ling Yun, "Mr. Zhu Yan, a new student of Tianyi academy, wants to fight, to prove my swordsmanship."

Ling Yun faintly smiles and passes by him, "if I don't accept it, then you will say that Ling Yun of Tianyi academy sword academy is a coward. If I accept it, I am a gentleman, so I should win you; If you are defeated, you will become famous. I will become the laughing stock of Tianyi academy, and Tianyi academy will be ashamed of it, saying that it knows no one. "

"I don't have to be inferior to my teacher," Ling Yun said, turning up his mouth. "I don't know the overall situation, I don't know the reason, and I stir it up at will, so I draw my sword to Mr. Academy. I only cultivate my strength but not my heart. It's good for me to give you a sword."

It's good to have a sword on you!

If you are around for the rest of your life, you will know that this young man named Zhu Yan will become the biggest laughingstock in the capital whether he wins or loses. He will even be famous by Tianyi Academy.

But all reasonable people know that Ling Yun has put himself on the commanding height of morality, not to mention just an ordinary contest. When Ling Yun says this, it becomes a conspiracy theory. In fact, it is against human ethics and morality to challenge teachers with students under Confucian etiquette. Of course, it is not Confucianism that opposes students to challenge teachers, but those with bad intentions that are not allowed under etiquette.

If the teacher teaches the students and the students are always inferior to the teacher, then it is the failure of the teacher.

"I was not provoked by anyone. I just entered the college and heard that my husband was very good at swordsmanship. So I wanted to ask him about swordsmanship and test my swordsmanship." Zhu Yan said calmly.

Ling Yun held the handle of the sword in his left hand and said with a smile, "then please!"

There is an invisible aura between them. The people around make room for Ling Yun and Zhu Yan. Ling Yun looks at Zhu Yan's sword and says gently: "since you are so sincere, don't keep your hand. You and I are in the same realm. When you build a sword, why should you tie your hands and feet? It's painful to make a sword fast!"

"Good!"

Zhu Yan gave a big drink, holding his sword in both hands, jumped up and smashed it down to Lingyun!

Lingyun's horizontal sword block, still!

He bent his legs slightly, then stood up abruptly, and pushed back such a powerful sword!

As is known to all in the fencing academy, Ling Yun's sword is extremely fast, accurate and fierce. However, Ling Yun is not a big man, and he is not the kind of person with great strength. This sword has changed the previous view of Ling Yun, because this blow is enough to prove that Ling Yun's sword is still heavy!

Zhu Yan flies backwards. As soon as he falls to the ground, Ling Yun is just like him. He jumps up and cuts down with a sword. In Zhu Yan's eyes, the sword is no longer simply powerful, or it is suppressed like a mountain falling from a high altitude, and he is like a rootless duckweed between heaven and earth.

"The mountain is high and heavy, the sea is deep and wide, born in heaven and earth, and know why," the chubby swordsmanship master sighed with a narrow eye. "In the world of sword cultivation, there was no old friend before Lingyun, and I don't know if there will be one after Lingyun!"

Ordinary friars, whether they are practicing Taoism, cultivating gods, practicing martial arts and sword, are all on a step-by-step basis. When they reach any realm, they can get what they can understand. Only Ling Yun has a great and steady step. When he practices the sword, he can get the meaning of the sword. When he takes it, he can get the Qi of the sword. It seems that Ling Yun holds the sword. Everything in the world is Kendo!

Just because of his mind and savvy, Ling Yun is really the pride of Kendo practice, but his aptitude is not very good. At best, it is the aptitude of the king of man, and his meridians are shrinking. If he can make such achievements, his mind is extremely extraordinary.

So the fat man sighed that there was no ancients before Lingyun, and whether there was a comer after Lingyun, we still have to have a good look to know.

While he was thinking, the wooden sword in Lingyun's hand had already fallen on Zhuyan's throat, but behind him, it was like the wild grass in the wind and rain!

"Today, I saw Mr. Ling Yun's sword, and then I knew what it was like to be so powerful!" Du Juan sighed that she always thought that Ling Yun's sword must be extremely fast, accurate and ruthless, but she didn't know that Ling Yun also had such a wild and domineering side, which was different from the previous battle with Lin Hong. At that time, Ling Yun was only fast, accurate and ruthless, which gave people a sense of astonishment.

But now Ling Yun's sword gives people a feeling that this person is still in the world, but higher than the sky. But this feeling just stays for a moment, and then disappears. Ling Yun says with a smile: "how about it?"

Zhu Yan's lips trembled slightly, and Ling Yun didn't kill him. Otherwise, this sword would have crushed him to death. "The student lost."

Ling Yun eyebrows a pick, toward the fat man waved, "Yanxun elder brother, this is a good sword repair embryo, accept not accept?"

"Take it, brother Lingyun!" Yan Xun said with a smile that although Zhu Yan was defeated by Ling Yun, it's really good. In the same situation, I'm afraid that except for those demons who were born in the front battlefield and could fight with swords, there are few people who can compete with Ling Yun, and they are easy to learn swordsmanship. With Ling Yun's understanding, even if the level is not improved fast enough, the combat effectiveness will be extremely powerful.

Ling Yun took the sword back to the scabbard, took the early morning hand and walked towards the sword academy, staring at the cuckoo and others, "what are you doing? Is 3000 swords over today? "

A group of people around Lingyun and early in the morning, chattering incessantly, Lingyun helplessly said: "I'm a great friar of Erjing, so powerful, is winning something to be happy about?"

All of them turned their eyes. Since the founding of the palace, Ling Yun has often talked about the name of the great friar of Erjing. However, when he was with them, Ling Yun actually made very few swords, and taught them more about martial arts skills. He was not good at cultivating, but he did have great achievements in martial arts.

They don't know what Ling Yun's martial arts achievement is, but they think it should be very high, because Ling Yun's boxing skills are very strange.

Ling Yun, of course, never gave up what he had learned from his dream. In particular, he always felt that this skill was extremely not simple, especially when it was used to practice martial arts. Therefore, Ling Yun has been practicing in secret all the time. The reason why he can quickly understand the power of heaven and earth and get the method is inseparable from the secret of heaven and earth, Because the method of spiritual cultivation and the method of visualizing are completely different from those of the current world, but they fit him very well, so he never gave up.

Of course, this is one of his secrets.

It's not that a monk's Qi mansion is broken. It's just mending. After all, it's not as good as before, and its combat power is also very low. It needs not only innumerable natural resources and land treasures, but also great perseverance to stand up after breaking. Generally, the Qi mansion broken like three realms and four realms is almost a life-long road, This is a critical period. The higher the realm is, the more difficult it will be to practice again because the best time for practice has been missed. If you want to start all over again, either someone with a divine realm will help protect the soul from reincarnation or wait for death.

Ling Yun is supervising his sword practice. Someone whispered to Zhu Yan, who came with him, how he felt when he was confronted with Ling Yun just now. Zhu Yan gave a bitter smile. He just shouldn't believe Wu Yuan's nonsense. He said that Ling Yun's Qi house is broken and it's rootless duckweed. That is to say, his swordsmanship is a little more powerful. But Ling Yun already guessed that someone was directing him, but he didn't mind, He's really out of reach.

"That is, when I rise and fall, Mr. Ling Yun is like a towering mountain. With a sword falling, the dust is unavoidable. At the bottom of my heart, there is a sense of helplessness that I can't reach in this life and that I have been crushed." Zhu Yan said with a bitter smile.

A young man who is usually more active patted Zhu Yan on the shoulder and said with a smile, "you can't feel that you are inferior to Mr. Zhu. Of course, Mr. Zhu is inferior to Mr. Zhu. Students are inferior to Mr. Zhu. In the future, work hard and try not to be defeated by Mr. Zhu."

The swordsmanship college, whose age and realm are similar to them, has a very good personality, which naturally attracts many people's interest. The goal of all the students in the college is to strive for not to be defeated by their own teachers on the basis of swordsmanship. If they work hard again, they will have two swords.