Chapter 100

Lin Pingzhi looked back at him warily and did not speak.

Song Qingshu asked for no interest, but he didn't care. He continued: "I have a set of swordsmanship here. I can play it completely for you. It's up to you whether you want to learn it or not."

After that, he did not wait for the other party to answer. The wooden sword came out of its sheath, and the sword was light and nimble. He showed him the five sacred swords he summarized.

At first, Lin Pingzhi thought that the other side was teasing himself. After watching for a while, he found that the other side was really demonstrating a set of exquisite sword techniques to him, which was much higher than what master usually taught them.

With each other's practice, Lin Pingzhi's temples are sweating slightly. He only thinks that he remembers this move and forgets that one. After dozens of moves, he even forgets the moves he remembers. He can't help thinking that he has a deep blood feud. Now he has advanced martial arts, but he can't remember them. Endless regret and despair arise.

Song Qingshu after the demonstration, looking at the sweating Lin Pingzhi, asked: "remember a few?"

Lin Pingzhi's lips were bitten by his teeth and bleeding. He said with chagrin, "I didn't remember one layer."

Now it's song Qingshu's turn to be stunned. Subconsciously, he said, "pigs have to worship you as king."

Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi's face was even more embarrassed. After a burst of green and red, he suddenly turned into a bluish gray, pale and seeping.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's appearance, song Qingshu seems to see that he was on the rise in his previous life and went to find a martial arts master to learn eight trigrams. Before learning, I fancied that I was a genius like the protagonist of martial arts novels. If I could read it once, I would be happy. As a result, the martial arts master taught him one move at a time. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. The contrast of frustration made him unforgettable.

Why is Lin Pingzhi not an ordinary person without the aura of leading role? Song Qingshu showed a smile and comforted: "your martial arts are too low now. It's no wonder you can't remember these advanced swordsmanship. Well, I have a way. You look me in the eye."

As soon as Lin Ping raised his head subconsciously, he saw each other's dark and deep pupils. His eyes suddenly began to become confused, and the whole person seemed to enter a void space.

All of a sudden, the figure of song Qingshu appeared in front of his eyes. He laughed and said, "now I use the skill of soul shifting to print the sword technique in your mind, but it's not your own. It's just convenient for you to inquire when you are in doubt. Only after you know it well, can you really learn this set of sword technique."

When Lin Pingzhi heard this, he was puzzled. Before he could speak, the other side began to practice the sword technique again and quickly remembered it.

I don't know why. This time, I just feel that it's like I'm in a daze. I can remember every detail clearly with a set of swordsmanship.

There was a loud finger sound in his ear. Lin Pingzhi woke up from the chaos, and his heart moved. Every move of the sword technique clearly appeared in his mind. He could not help looking at Song Qingshu with surprise and joy: "I remember, I remember!"

"You have a poor foundation in martial arts. You can get revenge from Yu Canghai only after practicing this set of swordsmanship for three years. Remember! If you can learn the Zixia skill of Huashan in the middle of the way, you can get twice the result with half the effort Song Qingshu pondered and solemnly said to him.

"Three years?" Lin Pingzhi is very surprised and happy. With the speed of his current martial arts, I'm afraid Yu Canghai may not be able to get revenge before he dies. Now Song Qingshu tells him that after three years of hard training, he can get what he wants. How can he not be overjoyed.

"By the way, don't tell anyone about my martial arts teaching, including your master." Thinking of Yue buqun, song Qingshu is still a little scared.

"Well! Great kindness, great virtue, will never be forgotten Lin Pingzhi knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.

"You don't have to. It's just a lift for me." Song Qingshu hid himself.

"The work of the benefactor is the same as that of Ping." Lin Pingzhi said.

"Well, go back quickly, or miss Yue will be in trouble." Song Qingshu said jokingly.

Lin Pingzhi's face turned red. He just walked a few steps to the school yard. He suddenly turned back and asked with a complicated look: "why would my father help me?"

"In the original world, you and I are all pitiful people. Maybe we are pitying each other." When he said this, song Qingshu seemed to be separated from the rest of the world.

Lin Pingzhi nodded to Yue Lingshan, who was running to meet him

Back at the Jianqi Chongxiao hall, Yue buqun and Mu Renqing have already discussed and decided to go to Siguo cliff to visit fengqingyang.

Although fengqingyang belongs to Jianzong, Yue buqun thinks that if there is a martial uncle who is good at swordsmanship and lives in seclusion in Huashan, he will not have to worry all day. Huashan will be destroyed directly by zuolingchen, so he is eager to go to siguoya to verify the existence of fengqingyang.

After the party came to Siguo cliff, Muren Qingyun got up his internal power and spread his voice all over the mountain: "Muren Qing, the descendant of Huashan sword sect, asks to see little martial uncle."

Yue buqun on one side admires himself. Although Jianzong emphasizes sword skill but ignores internal power cultivation, their Hunyuan skill is not inferior to Zixia skill of Qizong.

Mu Renqing yelled three times in a row, but there was no reaction on the Siguo cliff. The people looked at each other and stared at Song Qingshu. Even Xia Qingqing began to suspect.

Seeing Xia Qingqing's look, song Qingshu gave a bitter smile and shrugged: "for you, I'll give up."

Then he sank into the Dantian and roared with more powerful internal power: "old man Feng, I'm back again. Last time I was careless, I just lost your move. This time I won't be merciful. Come on, we'll fight 300 rounds..."

Xia Qingqing heard a black line, Huashan sect people's face is not good-looking, at this time, a cold hum came: "beyond measure!"

Yue buqun's voice seems soft and powerless, but it can be heard clearly in Song Qingshu's thunderous roar. Yue buqun's face changes: I didn't expect that Hunyuan Gong was practiced to the extreme.

As soon as the voice fell, an old man with white beard and green robes appeared at the corner of a big stone. He looked depressed and his face was like gold paper.

"Disciple Mu Renqing (Yue buqun) visited martial uncle Feng." Seeing his appearance, although there was a trace of time, they couldn't recognize the little martial uncle who was the best swordsman of Huashan at that time.

With a wave of their sleeves, Mu Yue and his wife felt that they were helped up by a gentle force, and they admired each other.

Looking at the leader of Jianqi two sects, the wind was clear and the look was complicated. He sighed: "I missed the martial arts contest of Jianqi two sects in those years, which led to the annihilation of Jianzong. I really have no face to see Jianzong again. If it wasn't for today..." and then he glared at Song Qingshu fiercely.

Song Qingshu was so flustered by him that he quickly pushed Xia Qingqing forward and said with a smile, "this time it's your apprentice. If you have something to ask, it's none of my business."