Chapter 398

To jump, or not to jump?

Lin Yun was irritable, and the sound of the piano became more and more messy, shrill, and screeching by his ears, even more unpleasant than the crow's cry.

It is hard to imagine that someone can play the piano so badly.

Even for beginners, I'm afraid this is not the case.

Buzz!

The sharp piano tune became weaker, but the sudden change of tune made Lin Yun even more uncomfortable. It's like a fly, flying all over the body, but it can't be killed.

The calm look in his eyes gradually became turbulent, and his handsome and handsome face had a ferocious look.

Is it annoying?

The ferocious color gradually turned into anger, anger together. It was like a river bursting its banks, out of control, gathered in Lin Yunxin, and the more they gathered, the more fierce they were.

Jump!

When his anger was suppressed to the point where he couldn't control himself, Lin Yun flashed murderous aura in his eyes, raised his feet, and wanted to jump down.

But just as he was about to jump, a cold wind blew from the abyss, making his mind more clear.

Lin Yun woke up in an instant, his face changed slightly, his figure flickered, and he stepped back several steps in a row.

rub rub!

After retreating to the cliff, he stopped and quickly closed his eyes.

The sound of the piano did not stop, and it still surrounded the ears, still messy and harsh, but Lin Yun's heart was quiet, and there was no more turbulence in his expression.

After a long time, he opened his eyes leisurely, and the expression in his eyes was clear and empty.

It's not that the sound of the piano is messy and disturbing.

But his heart was already messed up.

After thinking about the cliff for nearly fifty days, the endless loneliness and loneliness affected his state of mind unknowingly.

The broken profound veins have no hope of recovery; the swordsmanship cannot be improved, and the complete innate sword intent is far away... The Heart Sutra has been achieved in a small way, but it can only be painted with flashy spirit patterns, can it kill people?

cannot!

His heart was already messy.

Since entering the sword pavilion, it has risen strongly, and its strength has improved every day. After first breaking through the entrance, after learning the Dragon Tiger Fist, mastering the Overlord Sword, and obtaining the Blood Flame Fruit, and then in the Secret Realm of the Magic Lotus, he advanced violently, reaching the top ten floors and creating legends.

He went all the way smoothly, although he had experience in life and death, he was not surprised. It can always turn danger into danger, and then the strength rises again.

Before he knew it, he was already used to the growth rate of his own strength.

Everyone knows that he is a genius, a monster...

Although he didn't secretly rejoice in his heart, in fact, he had already admitted it.

Now that the progress of strength has suddenly slowed down, and he does not even advance but retreat, this kind of gap makes him unacceptable.

What's more, there is still something to worry about.

The sound of the piano is just a catalyst, even though there is no sound of the piano, if it goes on like this, sooner or later, it will become a monster.

Nirvana rebirth?

I am afraid that there is only Nirvana, not rebirth.

Fortunately, I woke up at the last minute and didn't really jump off. Otherwise, it is truly irreversible, and once you enter the abyss, you will be wrong all your life.

only……

My sword, where is the Tao?

Lin Yun looked at the sky, and there was a rare trace of confusion in his eyes. He didn't hide it, only the purest confusion.

On weekdays, the feeling of a teenager is calm and unpredictable.

It seems that at any time, he has a plan in mind, and he is not surprised.

But in the end, the age is not long, and the eyes are not opened.

In this predicament, confusion and bitterness are unavoidable, as are troubles.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Yunxin gradually calmed down, and the cluttered piano sound didn't seem to be so annoying.

After a while, he took out the Qingxuan record.

Half a month ago, he cultivated the Heart Sutra to the second level, and mastered many second-grade spirit patterns. The utilitarian heart is too heavy, just because he can't kill people, he will give up.

Thinking about it now, I am a little anxious.

"It is impossible for a person to be smooth sailing forever, and it is impossible to understand everything in the world, so let's not think about him for the time being."

Not entangled in messy piano sounds, not irritable and unable to advance an inch of strength.

Leaning on the rock, the sky was full of clouds, and Lin Yun casually flipped through the "Book from the Sky".

Qingxuan's written record, a total of thirty-six pages, each page is a picture scroll formed by the gathering of spiritual patterns, mysterious and boundless, with hidden rhythm.

It can be said that it is a book from heaven, and it is not an exaggeration.

For a long time, this Qingxuan record was blank in Lin Yun's eyes, and only vague traces could be seen.

Now, the Heart Sutra of Years has broken through the second level, and perhaps there is enlightenment.

After making up his mind, he was immersed in Qingxuan's comprehension, and the sound of the piano was dazzling and deaf.

Three days later, his eyes were fixed on the first page of Qingxuan's record.

Compared with the blank space at the beginning, he could already see some veins and the hidden spiritual patterns in it.

"It's a flame pattern."

"This is the thunder cloud pattern."

"This is... a sword pattern?"

"Interesting, it turned out to be three flame patterns, with a Geng gold pattern, mixed with a brand new sword pattern, the owner of this record is really colorful. No wonder I didn't understand it before, I can't even understand the second-grade spirit pattern, more Not to mention these mutated spirit patterns that are mixed together."

Time passed, and unconsciously, Lin Yun got carried away, and his whole mind was immersed in it.

He didn't even notice that in his eyes, the picture drawn on the first page gradually became clearer.

He first saw a shattered mountain, endless rubble, carrying a sharp edge. Like a path of sharp knives, densely packed, breaking through the air.

Immediately afterwards, he saw another tiger paw.

To be precise, it should be the arm of a half tiger, falling from the sky, with that majestic and vigorous momentum, the oppressive heart thumped and thumped.

boom!

After an unknown amount of time, the complete picture scroll of this page was finally revealed to Lin Yun.

This is a picture of broken mountains and rivers.

It's just that the palm in the painting is not the palm of a human warrior, but the half arm of a tiger that has always been fierce. The tiger palm landed on the ground, and the Wanren Mountain peak shattered with a bang, and countless cracks were blasted open on the ground, which was extremely hideous.

In the picture scroll, there is no complete object, the tiger only has half of its arm, the mountain is translated by the tiger's palm, and the ground bursts.

Blowing at the face, it is the endless gravel, scattered like arrows, showing the terrifying blow of the tiger's palm landing.

Lin Yun was extremely shocked in his heart. He looked carefully, and the picture scroll in front of him was complicated and complicated, and many spiritual patterns kept flashing.

The entire picture scroll is made up of thousands of second-grade spirit patterns, and then stroke by stroke, with a majestic and domineering handwriting, this shocking and magnificent palm-shattering mountain and river map is created.

"What a great handwriting, the spirit pattern can actually produce such a terrifying picture. I don't know who the owner of this Qingxuan record is."

Lin Yun had many thoughts in his heart, and he was amazed and shocked.

At the same time, a stream of secret information appeared in his mind. The look in his eyes gradually became clear, and then the light burst into flames.

After the information was absorbed, a slightly excited look appeared on his face, and he quickly closed his eyes and realized it carefully.

The mystery of Qingxuan's written record was finally grasped by Lin Yun in a moment.

It turned out that the master of Qingxuan's written record left the real means to condense the spirit patterns with his true essence, and imprint the spirit pattern scrolls in his body.

This is a secret technique, a secret technique called Qianjiyin, which can transform the true essence into a spiritual pattern, and write a scroll in the body.

Once you encounter the enemy, you can sacrifice the picture scroll to kill the opponent.

"interesting!"

Lin Yun opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes flickered.

If it is an ordinary person, even if he has worked hard to understand the picture scroll, he is afraid that it will be difficult to draw it successfully. But he is different. He masters the Heart Sutra of Time, uses the power of time to condense his true essence, and writes spiritual patterns with ease.

Furthermore, drawing a picture scroll requires a lot of time and patience, and other people may not necessarily waste their energy on this and delay their cultivation.

Lin Yun was different. He had time and patience in thinking about the cliff.

Don't hesitate at the moment, think carefully.

Four days later, the essentials of the Thousand Machine Changes were completely grasped by him.

Sitting cross-legged, the ten fingers change, intertwined into different handprints, the light blooms, the eyes are dazzling, and the changes are constantly changing.

When the Thousand Machine Seals condensed successfully, Lin Yun was immersed in an illusory space.

Among the purple irises in the dantian in his body, there are more figures of villains, using his hand as a pen to draw the eighteen circles of light that flicker around him.

The light pattern is derived from the power of time, like ripples in water, rippling non-stop.

He mobilized Qian Jiyin, condensed his true essence with the power of time, wrote spiritual patterns with his body, and drew this palm broken mountain and river map.

When I really draw it, I find that it is very difficult, far beyond my imagination.

It is not a simple copy, but directly outlines these more than a thousand spiritual patterns, but they are interlocking, tightly stitched together, and the charm is agile.

If there is a slight error, it will be for nothing.

Several times, Lin Yun has been successful in drawing, but only when he started to write, did he realize that something went wrong.

Seven days of hard work, all in vain.

"Failed again?"

After many consecutive failures, Lin Yun was exhausted and looked sluggish.

Taking Qingxuan's transcript out of his arms, Lin Yun watched it again, not daring to forget every detail.

No, my details should be correct, and I haven't forgotten the changes in the verve and agility, but why it still didn't work.

Where is the problem?

Lin Yun's eyes were fixed on this picture of broken mountains and rivers, as if he was stunned.

is it!

Suddenly, Lin Yun was enlightened and finally figured out what the problem was.

This palm breaking mountains and rivers picture, although only half of the arm, but the fierce tiger that has not fully appeared, his momentum is permeating every corner of the picture scroll.

With the power of a palm, it can shatter thousands of lonely peaks, so it goes without saying how brave and domineering this tiger is.

It is necessary to permeate this domineering arrogance that implies the whole picture, otherwise this painting will never be successfully drawn.

Upon closer inspection, Lin Yun, as expected, found hidden spiritual patterns in the scroll.

These spirit patterns, even if you stare at them with your heart, cannot be captured.

Only by comprehending the tigers who did not show up, can we take this as a clue and uncover them layer by layer.

These hidden second-grade spiritual patterns are simply wonderful, and they are obviously all over the map, but at first glance, there is no trace.

It wasn't until I found out everything I found out that I found out that it was everywhere.

Lin Yun closed Qingxuan's transcript and was speechless for a long time.

For the owner of this Qingxuan record, I admire to the point of indescribable, that kind of feeling, and I am completely convinced.

It was both shocking and deeply frustrating.

"There are days outside the sky, and there are people outside people... The world is so big, what I see and feel, I'm afraid it's not even the tip of the iceberg."

Lin Yun sighed, but then his eyes filled with infinite pride.

Siguoya could trap his body, but he couldn't restrain his heart. His heart really got out of this cage at this moment.

The young man's eyes swept away the haze, and his tired and haggard face became boundless because of those eyes.

The sound of the piano sounded again, and in Lin Yun's ears, it became less harsh and difficult to hear.

Perhaps, the sound of the piano has not changed, only the human heart has changed.

But at the moment, Lin Yun has no intention to pay attention to the sound of the piano, he just wants to try it this time. This time, he is 100% sure that he will draw this picture of broken mountains and rivers!