Chapter 10

In fact, the shopkeeper doesn't like these two real foreigners very much. He likes to pick things around and challenge the monks. But how can the monks in Kyushu care about these two other people?

Therefore, most of the people who made the move were those who were half jars of water, and the result was not very good.

Anyway, there are a lot of troubles, a little more, a little less, and a lot more. The Confucianists are the most concerned about the struggle of spirit and spirit, and he doesn't bother to persuade them. He just says, "be careful, young master."

Ling Yun smiles. There is a strong wind behind him. He turns his back to the young man with blond hair, and his steps move gently, just to avoid it. It's just the fiery air of his young man with blond hair, which is extremely hot.

Qi is stored outside the body and can be used everywhere in the body. Is this man already a Qi refiner in the three realms?

Ling Yun turned back. Mr. drunkard said that he had just arrived at the realm of gathering Qi. Any friar in the second realm could crush him, not to mention the friar in the third realm?

But when things are coming, if Lingyun doesn't act, it doesn't conform to his mood.

The other side has never used weapons, and he can't use them. It's not a fight between life and death. It's unnecessary to use them everywhere.

"Can you just hide?"

Yelled the blonde!

Ling Yun took a deep breath. Mr. drunkard asked him to keep his sword for another three years. If he really wanted to fight, he would learn from the martial arts master to fight. All roads lead to the same goal. If you practice boxing and palm, you will also practice sword. It's not much different. In addition, Ling Yun's dream of practicing sword with Mr. drunkard will also prove the cultivation methods he wrote down in his dream, And then it becomes something of its own.

He has achieved everything.

The paper version of practice is not successful, and the root is not good. It's just that refining Qi and soul, as well as the limitation of future achievements, are extremely difficult. For example, the event of climbing to heaven requires a lot of energy and resources. However, there are not many differences between the two realms and the three realms. Only after hard work, the achievement is not much different.

"Come on!"

Lingyun's eyes flashed a wisp of light. Lingyun holding the sword and Lingyun not holding the sword were two people, and Lingyun reading and not reading were two people. When the young Lingyun really showed his vigor, he was like a golden scale in the pool, and wanted to turn into a dragon!

I have Ling Yunzhi. Why don't I go to nine days!

Ling Yun and the blonde youth fight each other and go back. In the past three years, Ling Yun has built a foundation, refined his body, quenched his bones, and invigorated his blood. His body is hard and strong, and he feels that his fists are aching.

The young man with blonde hair was also a little surprised. In the past few months, the people who fought with him, except for the so-called martial arts training, could fight with him without discomfort, bone fracture and tendon fracture. How could they be as safe as Ling Yun?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help getting excited. Could he choose anything and meet a master among the eastern friars? If so, I have to be serious.

The shopkeeper asked people to move the table first, thinking whether they wanted to open a martial arts competition platform in the backyard of the inn, so as not to smash their shop. However, a Confucian student was here, and he also knew that the other party would not default. But it's hard for those two people to say. Can't they make us suffer losses?

Thinking of this, the shopkeeper found that the official language of Zhao and Song Dynasty of the young Confucian scholar was very smooth. Was it not the descendants of a certain family in the capital?

"Come again."

Jin Fan's accent is strange, but it doesn't affect his expression.

Ling Yun steps out with a huge sword box on his back. It's like a magic sword coming out of its sheath. When the second part comes out, he's already in close combat with the blonde youth. The two sides are very quick. The blonde youth's hand is powerful and heavy. Ling Yun looks thin, but his body seems to contain endless strength. He can fight with the blonde youth very hard!

Ling Yunchu arrived at Er Jing, but he didn't leave yet. He didn't have much aura in the elixir field. On the contrary, he didn't worry at all. He only had Qi. He seemed to be both heaven and earth.

In the second round, the last move is to turn Lingyun boxing into palm to fist. When it's near, the fingers are like swords, and the two fingers are like swords. The sword's meaning covers the fingers. When the fingers collide with each other, there is an invisible wave, which makes the onlookers fly in the air!

"Click!"

When Ling Yun's fingers re entered, the blonde youth's face changed, and he easily pierced his body protection fighting spirit and broke a piece of his phalanx. His fighting spirit ran to the extreme, and his fighting spirit became more and more strong.

But the other side didn't intend to kill him and took it back in time, but he couldn't take it back again. He was as fierce as a tiger going down the mountain and pointed at Lingyun's face!

Ling Yun's face changed greatly. His old strength was not exhausted, and his new strength was not born. In a hurry, he had to settle down and set up his horse like an old sword hanging upside down and stable as a mountain. Ling Yun's stomach swelled. His Qi sank into the elixir field, and he vomited out: "scatter!"

Suddenly spit out sword gas, sword cut tiger!

The fierce red tiger suddenly disperses. Ling Yun's clothes are flying. He stands up straight again, and his mouth overflows with blood. The sword cultivates the elixir's aura as the sword's aura. But if you want to spit out the sword's aura, you need to transform the five realms into dragons, so that you won't hurt yourself. If it's not for his tough body, this sword's aura can directly pierce his cheek.

But now it's bleeding. Ling Yun Jian's blonde youth doesn't start any more, spits out a mouthful of blood foam, and mutters: "don't listen to the drunkard's words, the loss is in front of us."

The young man with golden hair came over, but his momentum had not dissipated. Ling Yun was ready. The young man with golden hair bowed down to apologize with the boxing ceremony of Kyushu: "I lost. I'm sorry just now. I didn't stop."

Ling Yun thought that he would fight again, but he didn't expect that he would come to apologize. He waved his hand and said, "it's OK, my remarks just now are really hurtful. You should be angry, but who are you holding your fist with?"

The right palm covers the left fist, which is a salute to the dead. Normally, the left palm covers the left fist

Ling Yun first apologized, then straightened up and said to the blonde youth, "just now you are also wrong. You should also apologize to the second child. You should apologize sincerely."

The blonde seems to have changed his temper. He sincerely apologizes to the second child, and then asks Ling Yun, "I think you are all like this?"

Ling Yun saw that the blonde youth had no malice, so he explained the Confucian etiquette with him in detail. He heard that the blonde youth was in a daze, which was so tedious. When Ling Yun talked about it, it was endless. When he heard that the blonde youth were sleepy, they respected the strong and the virtuous, which happened to be the same as Ling Yun.

Ling Yun took a look at the broken tables around him and said to the blonde youth, "wait for me for a while."

"Shopkeeper, I'm sorry to disturb your place." he doesn't have much money, and he may not be able to compensate. "I don't have much money, so I have to use it myself. If you don't want me to help you run here, I'll compensate you for the loss first?"

The Confucian scholar was a monk. The shopkeeper saw a monk for the first time. He was so humble that he gave a boss of an ordinary Inn such a talk. He was immediately flattered. He waved his hand and said, "no, no, No

"Yes, yes," Ling Yun said apologetically, "I can run, cook and fight in your inn. It's my fault, so I should make up for it."

The young man with blonde hair came to Lu You's senses to a higher level. He had been here for a long time. In fact, he had traveled before. His teacher highly appreciated the local conditions and customs of the world, but he didn't see that. When he fought against others and damaged the interests of a third party, he should have paid half of the duel with those who fought, But in the end, the people who have suffered losses should help those who have suffered losses to target him and let him make full compensation.

Being in a foreign land, he can't help it. He can only recognize it by biting his nose, but his senses for people in this world are declining again and again. The appearance of Lingyun is just like the warmth that makes him see a dawn in the haze.

"I'm wrong, too. I'll pay for it."

Before, he didn't intend to compensate. They were all bullies. What's the good look?

"Of course you have to pay!" Lingyun's implication is a little bit. If you don't pay, I'll beat you.

Ling Yun is a monk as well as a Confucian. He has a very high status. Maybe he is still a sword practitioner, so his status is even higher. He is a manager of a small inn. How dare he not agree? But if you agree, do you really dare to let Ling Yun run here? How dare he!

"You don't have to help here. I'll give you your money."

Said the blonde.

Ling Yun shook his head and refused, "my fault, no one else to return, this is the bottom line of life, even if you return the money for me, I still owe you favor, favor is the most difficult."

"I don't want you to return it."

According to the master, there are three kinds of people in the world. One is the Taoist who cultivates immortals, the other is the sword cultivator who practices sword, and the other is the martial arts cultivator who has the most loyalty.

There are three kinds of people who are most annoying: scholars, monks and scoundrels.

"It's still your business whether you want me or not. It's my business if I don't pay you back. It's a matter of two yards."

Lingyun said solemnly.

The young blonde has no choice but to pay his part of the money. Ling Yun also makes an agreement with the boss. The young blonde invites Ling Yun to sit down and chat. The next day, Ling Yun becomes a member of the Inn and sits down.

"Are you Jian Xiu?"

The young man with golden hair is very interested in the sword cultivation in Kyushu. His teacher warned him that if you meet a Taoist, you just don't provoke him. If you meet a monk, you just don't take care of him. If you meet a scholar, you just treat him with courtesy. If you meet a sword cultivation, you finally walk around the road. Those guys are the kind who will carry a sword to chop people if they don't say a word right.

However, the status of sword repair in Kyushu is extremely respected, and the strength is also very strong. He can fight across the border. He sees Ling Yun carrying a sword around his waist, and the character Ling Yun is sword repair.

Lingyun smash it, smash it mouth, this let people how to pick it up?

He said that he was Jianxiu, and he was afraid that he would lose the reputation of Mr. drunkard. If he added another sum to the small account book, he would not be worth the loss.

Thinking about it, Ling Yun could only say, "I'm just a man who likes to practice sword, not Jian Xiu."

Anyway, the drunkard Master said that his current level is regarded as a bird's sword repair. It's a shame to go out and wander in the Jianghu, not to mention sword repair. Ling Yun thinks it's really humiliating. When he becomes a great monk in Sanjiang, he will go back and pull out the Dragon elephant.

……

At this time, the drunkard was stepping on the place where the Dragon elephant sword fell into the ground, and while stepping on the ground, he muttered, "let you blind, now in the past, don't you want that boy to thank you in turn? That's not good. Your blind Master doesn't know people. You've learned that. Now you deserve it. "

The drunkard suddenly remembered something. In the middle of someone's sword learning, he had already developed the idea of sword, and the drunkard had never seen anyone who could swallow aura and transform it into sword spirit. It was thanks to polishing someone's body, or he would die.

Lingyun, smart is smart, that is, sometimes he is honest. He thinks about a sword repair who has already given birth to the idea of sword. When he compares with others, he says humbly, "I'm Lingyun. I'm a poor sword repair. Please give me some advice." After that, the sword will surprise all sides. It must be a good scene.

Ling Yun is hanging a wine pot, but he doesn't drink. While he is dealing with the problem of the young blonde fan, he is thinking about his own affairs. There is a reason why he doesn't choose to study in Kyushu for the time being. Zhao and song, a place of one country, bear too much hatred from him.