Chapter 65

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

In the wooden house, Lin Yun was sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes and doing penance.

In front of him, the soft moonlight shone through the window and sprinkled all over the ground.

After Chunyanggong broke through the shackles and achieved the innate cultivation method, it was more than ten times more complicated than the original running route.

There are many positions in the meridians, so you need to be careful to identify them. You can't go deeper if you make a mistake.

It's amazing to say.

In the process of using the Spirit Guidance Art, it is necessary to squeeze out the huge internal energy with little effort.

Pure Yang Gong was already at its peak, but he never imagined that it would break through the acquired shackles by accident.

The pale yellow inner strength, like a weak flame, circulated in Lin Yun's body non-stop.

Today's Innate Pure Yang Gong is equivalent to remaking it and turning it into a brand-new practice.

Need to practice again from the first.

But the condensed inner strength of the innate pure Yang Gong is not what it used to be. It is like a raging flame, fierce and domineering, burning everything!

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

Bang bang bang!

A stream of warm currents flowed from the heart to the limbs.

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

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

"If you don't enter the innate at the age of seventeen, you will not be able to break through in your life."

Bai Qiushui's words echoed in his mind, making Lin Yun's face look a little dignified.

Su Ziyao... This name, I'm afraid I can't avoid it all my life.

Before I knew it, half a month passed in penance.

Qingyun Peak.

On the edge of a cliff with long swords inserted into the ground.

There is an agile figure, facing the scorching sun, the sword flashes like the wind, flickering and moving. The swordsmanship is like running clouds and flowing water, ghosts and ghosts are impermanent, imaginative, and there is no trace to be found.

Here comes the flower!

Between his feet, the young man stabbed with a sword, and four roses bloomed on the tip of the sword at the same time.

Snapped!

The flower bloomed for a moment, then exploded with a bang, and countless petals flew all over the sky.

The boy waved his sword, and under the pull of the sword, the petals suddenly condensed, forming a tornado of roses.

"go!"

With a light drink, the petals roared away, rushing towards the mountains and clouds.

In an instant, the boundless sea of ​​clouds was scattered by the tornado, and the petals burst into colorful rays of light under the scorching sun, like a dream.

Needless to say, the young man is naturally Lin Yun.

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

The more in-depth understanding, the more I feel, where this style of flower comes from is simply inexhaustible.

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

"I don't know who the man in Tsing Yi is, but just one sword benefited me a lot. And where did this flower come from?"

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

There is a tiger in the heart, and the roses are sniffed... far more than that.

Waiting for the moment when the sword power dissipated, Lin Yun turned around and retracted the sword.

The long sword that he had inserted into the ground beforehand hummed and trembled slightly.

Hearing the sword and psychic, the four realms are the sword, the sword, the heart of the sword, and the psychic.

He was still at the threshold of Wen Jian, and he only knew that the sound of the sword could cause the surrounding long swords to vibrate at the same time.

As soon as you think about it, a hundred swords roar in unison!

"The word "smell the sword" seems to be more about the identification of the sword, and the control of the sword is the real technique of defending against the enemy."

Today's sword and psychic knowledge can only slightly interfere with the enemy's blade.

Clang!

The sword was put back into its sheath, and the hundreds of long swords on the ground stopped trembling at the same time, and the ethereal sound came to an abrupt end.

"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 a wild goose, it swoops down.

In his hands, the high-level movement technique, the Wild Goose Art, has already reached the state of perfection. Now, with a slight leap, combined with the Innate Pure Yang Gong, it can reach a height of several feet.

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 completely like a wild goose, flexible and free.

After reaching the main road in the mountains, Lin Yun stopped his movement and walked with his sword.

"Hello Senior Brother Lin!"

"I have seen Senior Brother Lin."

"Brother Lin."

There are countless disciples of the Qingyun Sect along the way, who will stop and salute respectfully when they see him.

In the four great competitions, Lin Yun became famous in one battle.

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

The name of Lin Yun had already spread all over the Tianshui Kingdom, and no one in the entire Qingyun Sect knew about it.

No one dared to call him a sword slave behind his back any more, and to mention the word Lin Yun was with sincere admiration.

All the way fast, keep walking down the mountain.

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

Before Xijiange, it was the same group of handymen who were doing the lowest level of hard labor.

"Every one of them gave me snacks. Before sunset, the bloodstains on these swords were all washed away!"

The clerk in charge of the office is still Zhou Ping, a disciple of the outer sect.

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

Immediately walked over, biting his head with a flattering smile: "Senior Brother Lin, why did you come to such a place? If you have any orders, just call someone to come, why come over in person!"

The handyman in the yard stopped what he was doing when he saw Lin Yun.

Looks very complicated.

A hint of shame flashed in 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 still a handyman, he always bullied him and excluded him, when he became a sword slave.

Even more ruthless, he was driven out in the middle of the night in the heavy rain.

With Lin Yun's current sect status, if he were to take revenge, the consequences would be unimaginable.

However, these chores were obviously over-hearted.

Lin Yun didn't even look at them, let alone revenge, and said lightly, "Let's all go down."

Even though Lin Yun won't take revenge on these people.

It can be seen that it is inevitable to recall the exclusion and humiliation suffered by the original owner back then.

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

Letting them face the current Lin Yun is also a mountain of pressure and anxiety.

Thinking of some past experiences with Su Ziyao who were here, Lin Yun sighed softly.

Seeing things and thinking of people, I am filled with emotion.

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

If there is one person, he may know the memory he once forgot.

This person must be none other than Mr. Hong!

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

In the Xijian Pavilion, the scene remains the same, except for the cold pool on the side, which seems to be weaker.

When he glanced at him, he saw Elder Hong, who was still concentrating on raising his sword.

"I have seen Mr. Hong."

Lin Yun walked over quickly and saluted respectfully.

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

It can be seen that Hong Lao must be a person with a story.

"Boy, I heard that you are powerful."

Old Hong turned around and smiled, his face remained the same, but the wrinkles on his face became more. I haven't seen each other for just a few months, and it looks like I've aged more than ten years, mentally exhausted and old.

"Elder Hong, your body..." Seeing this, Lin Yun asked worriedly.

Old Hong smiled calmly and said, "I told you a long time ago that I am a person with half a foot buried in a grave, and I have long been pessimistic about life and death. I prepared a coffin a few years ago."

"Elder Hong, I'm here this time, do I have something to ask?"

"It's about Su Ziyao."

Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed joy: "So, Mr. Hong, you know, that's great!"

After Mr. Hong waited for Lin Yun to finish speaking, he 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, as if there was a thunderstorm in his mind, which kept buzzing.

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

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

Lin Yun looked anxious and begged.

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

"Child, since this memory is sealed, there must be a reason for him. It is good for you and her, so don't beg for it. I will definitely take this secret into the grave. For you, no It's good to know."

Elder Hong showed a sigh and comforted softly.

Seeing Elder Hong's resolute attitude, Lin Yun couldn't help feeling sad.

"Don't care about Su Ziyao's attitude, because the exercises she practices make her stand above the ground and can't bow her head. The deeper the love, the more serious the injury will be to you and her..."

Hong Leo hesitated, but after thinking about it, he and Lin Yun revealed a little bit.

The deeper the love, the heavier the injury?

Lin Yun's brows were wrinkled, what kind of cultivation method Su Ziyao was practicing, and how domineering it was.

Suddenly, Lin Yun suddenly realized.

Obviously, it was for Lin Yun's physical body that he rewarded the medicinal herbs, but Su Ziyao was always true to her color and stood above her.

Because the deeper the love, the heavier the injury... The contradiction in her heart, and the torment she suffered in her heart, are also unknown.

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

Lin Yun's eyes were firm and he said again and again.

"I advise you to forget it."

Old Hong looked at the blue silk wrapped around Lin Yun's little finger, and said solemnly: "This strand of blue silk is the love thread she cut off. If we meet again, maybe she will kill you without hesitation."

"You don't know at all, her origins, and all the responsibilities she undertakes, she is the Empress..."

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

Lin Yun was surprised at the same time, there was a strong aura outside Xijian Pavilion, which was approaching quickly.

Bang!

Before he could react, Old Hong slapped him and sent him into the cold pool.

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