Chapter 1

"not dead?"

Lin Yun opened his eyes and looked at the flat chest, his first thought was that he was not dead.

He remembered himself, and it was rare to climb Mount Tai at leisure.

Who knew that the moment he reached the top of the mountain, a sword light passed through his chest.

Before he could react, he immediately lost consciousness.

"It hurts!" Lin Yun suddenly covered his head with a struggling expression on his face.

The pain, the splitting headache, and the memories forcefully flooded back. All kinds of pictures, like a movie, flicker quickly.

The fusion of memories didn't take long, but Lin Yun felt that more than ten years had passed.

When he opened his eyes again, his expression gradually eased, and his eyes were full of calm.

It turned out that he was not dead, he passed through.

Came to this world called Xuanhuang, and possessed a small sword slave on the border of Tianshui Kingdom.

Perhaps there is a will of heaven, and the sword slave's name is also called Lin Yun.

The fusion of memories let him know that he was fifteen years old this year. He joined Qingyun Sect three years ago, and his qualifications were too low to become a disciple of Qingyun.

He had to do errands in the sword washing room in the door, and became a sword slave, dedicated to the maintenance of swords by the disciples, elders and others in the door.

Fortunately, Qingyunmen is not a sect that focuses on swords, so he is not particularly busy, and he has a little free time to practice every day.

In the Xuanhuang world, strength is respected.

Born as a sword slave, it is already very rare to get a chance to practice.

There are also rules in the Qingyun Sect. Any chores, as long as they have a small success in cultivation, can become a formal disciple.

It is this rule that has always inspired Lin Yun, making him willing to be a slave and not leaving the Qingyun Sect.

It's a pity that Lin Yun's perseverance is enough, but his understanding is too poor. After three years of training, he was only at the second level of martial arts, and he was unable to enter the third level for a long time.

And the criterion for becoming an outer sect disciple is the third level of martial arts. It is this step away that keeps Lin Yun from the outer sect.

Lin Yun pondered secretly in his heart. As a sword slave, there were obstacles in training time and resources. But for three years, he couldn't break through to the third level of martial arts, and the original master's comprehension was still a bit mediocre.

"Since you live again, then you can live well. In this world, Lin Yun's name can also be famous all over the world!"

Strange to say, Lin Yun quickly adapted to the matter of crossing, and set a goal for himself in a moment.

Perhaps, it has a lot to do with his previous career. Let him remain calm no matter what environment he is in.

In his previous life, he was a talented lawyer, and he was familiar with the law, but he could never forget it, and was known for his calmness and steadiness.

Since its debut, there has been no defeat.

"Try first, what kind of aptitude is this fleshly body?"

Shen Sheng said something, and Lin Yun pushed open the cabin and came to an open space in front of the door.

Putting on the stance of the Tiger Fist, Lin Yun stepped on his feet and punched each other.

Fierce Tiger Fist, when you hear the name, you know a great way of boxing. In fact, among the basic exercises, there are many better than this Tiger Fist, and there are not many in Qingyunmen.

Just being a sword slave, that's all he can get. He is not an official disciple, and he can't get all the resources of Qingyunmen at all.

What is the basic practice?

The tenth level of martial arts, the first three levels of training the skin and bones, the meridians, the three levels of training the blood and the five internal organs in the middle, and the latter three levels of tonifying the tendons, turning the bones, and changing the marrow, reaching the peak of the tenth level.

The basic boxing method is specially used to polish the body, improve the meridians, bones and flesh, and lay the foundation for the long road of cultivation in the future.

Whoosh!

The fist wind was splendid, blowing the fallen leaves on the ground, Lin Yun's whole body was comfortable, immersed in a wonderful feeling.

Strange, how can I fight so smoothly today with this Tiger Fist.

In my memory, when Lin Yun used this set of punches, it was always obscure and difficult to understand, and he would only follow the gourd.

It only has its shape, but its meaning is unknown.

But today, when the fight started, Lin Yun felt that his brain was clear, and everything was clear in his heart. With each punch, there will be a flow of heat flowing in the body, and the essence of the punch will be instantly understood.

There are a total of 18 moves in Tiger Fist, and the first 15 moves can only be used to keep healthy and train the body. The latter three styles are used for attacking and fighting, and require a higher level of understanding to practice.

They are, the tiger roars in the mountains and forests, the fierce tiger descends the mountain, and the beasts come to court.

The essence of Tiger Fist lies in these three moves, but Lin Yun did not practice it before. The first fifteen moves are only half-understood, so how can you put your mind on the last three moves?

After a second thought, the first fifteen moves were all completed. Limbs and bones, a stream of heat, running around everywhere.

Lin Yun's eyes sank, and the mentality of Tiger Fist flashed in his mind, taking advantage of this feeling. Grasping the heat flow in his body, he snorted softly, and hit the Tiger Fist 16-style Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest.

Roar!

With a punch, the heat in the body boiled, and all of them rushed to the right hand. It was as if a phantom of a fierce tiger appeared behind Lin Yun and let out a roar.

Immediately afterwards, the bones of the whole body exploded. It rang a hundred times, the sound was like anger, like the roar of a tiger.

The gust of wind blew wildly, and the remnant leaves above the open space fluttered in the air, shattered into countless pieces, and fell down.

The heat flow in the body is still constantly moving, and the whole body is warm and extremely comfortable.

"This is the inner strength! The explosion of the bones produces inner strength. This is the sign of breaking through the second level. I have reached the third level of martial arts!"

Lin Yun closed his fists and adjusted his breath, with a hint of joy on his face. He didn't expect that when he became a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests in one fell swoop, he actually let him enter the third level of martial arts.

He wondered how my understanding had become so high.

Entering the third level of martial arts in one fell swoop, it is fortunate to explain, after all, Lin Yun has accumulated more than a year in this realm.

After thinking about it, only the interpretation of soul fusion, he was extremely smart in his previous life. A genius lawyer, he never forgets, and he recites like a liar.

Originally, he had this advantage, and with the addition of the soul of another Lin Yun, his comprehension was even higher, and it was completely in the past.

"It seems that this world is my ingenuity, and the place where I should show my strengths. Martial arts third-level, I am already qualified to become a disciple of the outer sect of Qingyunmen, and I don't need to be a sword slave from now on."

Lin Yun whispered to himself, and suddenly, he remembered something. His face changed greatly, he quickly returned to the wooden house and searched everywhere.

In a dark corner of the wooden house, I saw a sword soaked in ice water.

"That's it."

Lin Yun didn't hesitate, stretched out his hand and took out the sword, his right hand was frozen pale in an instant.

In the ice water, Lin Yun's handsome face was reflected, and there was a little purple diamond mark between his eyebrows.

Seeing this purple mark, Lin Yun's face was strange.

A slave for a day, a seal for a lifetime!

Without thinking too much, holding the sword, Lin Yun went out and hurried towards the sword washing room.

Of course, the sword is not his, but he maintains it for an inner disciple of Qingyunmen. Any sword needs to be maintained over time.

For longevity, good swords, especially.

As a sword slave all these years, he was able to obtain an independent residence in Qingyunmen, which was inseparable from his excellent sword raising skills.

It was too late, I should have sent it an hour ago, but it was all delayed by my boxing practice.

Lin Yun was a little annoyed in his heart. As a small person, in this strict sect, he delayed the affairs of those big people, and the consequences were unimaginable.

Seriously, it can even be life-threatening.

"Senior Sister Su, he's here!"

In front of the sword washing room at the corner of the mountain, three people gathered. After seeing Lin Yun rushing over, one of the thin men spoke quickly.

Opposite him, stood a man and a woman, with extraordinary equipment and outstanding demeanor. In terms of temperament, there is a sharp contrast with the person who speaks.

In particular, the woman was wearing a green shirt and long skirt, with a slender figure, a dusty temperament, and an extraordinary beauty, which made people feel humble and dare not look directly.

Seeing the woman through the crowd, Lin Yun inexplicably felt a good feeling.

It is not surprising that Lin Yun, who has integrated the memory of the original owner, has always had a crush on this inner disciple of the Qingyun Sect named Su Ziyao.

"You sword slave, why are you only here now, Senior Sister Su has been waiting for you for a quarter of an hour." The thin man saw Lin Yun approaching and immediately cursed.

Su Ziyao was expressionless and said lightly: "Sword, bring it."

Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief, the other party didn't blame him, he stepped forward and sent the sword in his arms.

Su Ziyao took out the handkerchief and wiped the sword from beginning to end. This action made Lin Yun frown slightly, and some of the goodwill from the original owner was gone.

Clang!

The sword body was pulled out half an inch, and a cold wind swept out. Su Ziyao swiped and quickly returned the sword to the sheath, making people only see a cold light.

"Not bad." Satisfied, Su Ziyao threw a jade bottle and landed at Lin Yun's feet.

What does it mean when he is a beggar?

Lin Yun was slightly angry in his heart.

The handsome man next to him smiled and said, "Sister Su, you are really kind. This sword slave is a moment late, and he will give him a reward. Please pick it up soon, thank you, Senior Sister!"

Seeing that Lin Yun didn't move, the handsome man frowned slightly and said coldly.

If it was Lin Yun in the past, he would pick it up without the handsome man saying much.

But now...

In the end, to pick up or not to pick up?