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The two of them knelt like this and stood there for a long time. Ning Taiheng rolled his eyes and decided to give it a try.

"Cough cough. Mm. About that, am I your master?" He wanted to confirm.

Lin Yue immediately nodded, and said: "Of course Master, I even kowtowed!"

"Then quickly get up, don't kneel anymore", Ning Taiheng couldn't help but raise both his hands up, allowing Lin Yue to get up.

"Thank you master!" Lin Yue stood up happily.

Ning Taiheng smiled as he looked at Lin Yue. He also felt that being's master was something to be happy about, so he smiled as well.

The old and the young started to smile foolishly again.

"Oh right, Master, what's your name? I can't help but to know your name, and that would be disrespecting you."

"There's actually such a thing..." "My master's surname is Ning and my name is Tai Heng. It means' An Xin Ning ', and it means' never causing trouble '. My master gave me that name." Ning Taiheng happily explained his name.

"Oh, then Master, why are you living here? I mean, a super great expert like you, who definitely has an exalted position in the Netherworld Sect, why would you live in such a remote thatched cottage? "

"Don't mention it, I was scammed by your master …" Therefore, Ning Taiheng explained what had happened all those years ago.

After listening for a while, Lin Yue was startled, and thought to himself, "So Master was actually able to stir up trouble back then."

When Ning Taiheng had finished speaking, Lin Yue had also come to a conclusion, "That year, that Senior Master Master probably couldn't stand Master's ability anymore, so he thought of a way to lure him here to guard his Dragon Suppressing Pagoda."

When Ning Taiheng was young, when he went out to train, within a few years, there were nearly a hundred divine cultivation sects and secular powers who came over consecutively to seek for an explanation.

The Master at that time had a terrible headache, so he lied to Ning Taiheng and said that there was a Divine Dragon in the Dragon Suppressing Pagoda, that they could break out of the tower at any time and set three conditions for him to come guard.

Ning Taiheng's personality was carefree, he loved new things the most. When he heard that he could catch a Divine Dragon as a pet, he immediately agreed.

Everything happened in such a manner, but when Lin Yue asked him about the conditions set by Master's Senior Master, Ning Taiheng actually stammered, and was unwilling to answer.

Lin Yue wanted to ask more, but he grew impatient and stared: "Are you my master or I am my master!?"

Thus, Lin Yue had no choice but to give up.

In the next few days, Lin Yue cultivated bit by bit, and gradually, the side effects on his body disappeared, as the discomfort from dying also disappeared.

That day, Lin Yue came to the thatched cottage, and after performing some salutations, he asked: "Master, disciple has already recovered completely. You can teach me how to cultivate now."

Hearing that, the chess piece in Ning Taiheng's hand dropped onto the Go board, he frowned: "Teach you to cultivate, don't you know how to do it yourself?"

Lin Yue was astounded and choked by the old man's words. After a long while, he finally said, "Master, you're going to teach me your absolute art …"

As a result, Ning Taiheng found out that his master wanted to teach his disciple a consummate technique.

However, he couldn't help but be puzzled in his heart. Why did his master only give him a book of Martial Book and let him go?

However, since the disciple has said that the master wants to teach the absolute art, then go and teach it.

"Teaching someone how to play the role of a monkey should be the same as playing the role of a monkey. Interesting!" "Interesting!"

He wanted to teach them personally, so he remembered that day when he went out to train, and the scene of how a monkey artist played with a little monkey was extremely interesting, so he threw down the board and walked out of the house with Lin Yue.

Seeing his Master's smile, Lin Yue thought that this old man was happy that he had gotten an heir, but he never thought that this master was treating him like a monkey.

Ning Taiheng had three absolute arts, which were White Tiger's Tyrant Qi Fist, Divine Cow Mountain Crashing Palm, and the Taiyi Empyrean Sword.

"Choose one of these three absolute arts, it's not good to be greedy." Ning Taiheng understood this principle.

Lin Yue thought, he had the Thunder Fist, with nine echoes, the power should not be underestimated, and the palm techniques and fist techniques should be similar, so he might as well learn a sword technique that was more useful.

"Master, I would like to choose a Taiyi Empyrean Sword."

"Alright," Ning Taiheng replied as he raised his palm and slashed. A bamboo in front of the thatched cottage was immediately cut into two pieces.

The two of them stood face to face, one in front of the other, bamboo in place of sword.

"If I attack, block."

"Got it."

"Swoosh."

"Puff!"

Ning Taiheng's sword stabbed over, Lin Yue used his sword to block, but he was unable to block it. The bamboo sword directly struck Lin Yue's shoulder plate, and saw the blood.

"Master, you …" Lin Yue was immediately covered in cold sweat. He had never thought that Ning Taiheng's sword would actually pierce his own body and cause blood to ooze out. If this sword was to pierce his own heart, then he would already be dead.

"It's been a long time since I've fought, and I couldn't control it for a while. Don't be afraid, I'll pay attention …" Ning Taiheng was also a little dazed.

"Alright, Master, you must take note, your disciple's life is in your hands." Lin Yue nodded, the two of them continued to practice the sword.

Ning Taiheng moved his sword, Lin Yue blocked.

"Puff!"

The two of them looked at each other, then simultaneously looked at Lin Yue's right shoulder, which was dripping with blood from the bamboo sword.

"Master, can this disciple not practice?"

"Didn't you say that Master should teach disciples absolute arts? I haven't taught you yet. "

Lin Yue resisted the urge to curse and forced out a smile that was uglier than a cry: "Actually, it doesn't necessarily have to be taught personally. Master, you can also demonstrate it once, I'll watch."

"I think it's better to teach him using hand to hand. The results are good."

Ning Taiheng was too bored, he finally got a disciple to relieve his boredom, how could he let go of this chance to interact.

"Then Master, can you not hurt me …" Lin Yue begged weakly.

"Yes, as long as you avoid it."

Lin Yue: "..."

The bamboo sword rose up once again, the blood-red light was still there.

After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Lin Yue's entire body had been stabbed a total of one hundred and twenty-four times. He fell to the ground like a bloody person, and his heart was filled with tears.

Ning Taiheng walked around Lin Yue scratching his ears, one moment squatting down, the next moment jumping over, and apologetically said: "Disciple, are you alright?"

"Master, I can't dodge it …"

The way Ning Taiheng used his sword was too strange. His sword did not have any additional Genuine Essence energy, and only relied on the strength of his wrist to move the sword.

The speed of the sword was not fast either, at least Lin Yue could catch its momentum.

Lin Yue clearly felt that the sword was aimed at his chest, but when the sword tip touched the ground, it actually touched his shoulder armor, he felt that it was aimed at his Dantian, but it had landed on his thighs.

"You're really stupid. There are so many swords. No matter how you look at them, you won't be able to dodge them."

"Because I can't see through how you changed the force of your sword, Master. I feel very awkward, as if everything I see is an illusion."

What I just displayed was the first stage of the Taiyi Empyrean Sword. There is a total of nine stages to the power of the sword, the second stage is three times stronger than the first, and the third stage is three times stronger than the second.

Lin Yue's expression changed, if the first stage of the Taiyi Empyrean Sword's sword force could beat him to such a state, then killing him would be easy. But the second and third stage, killing him was as easy as killing an ant.

Such a strong martial skill! I must learn!

"Martial Soul, repair!"

The injuries on Lin Yue's body were not serious, he did not want to kill him, the Martial Soul activated, and the wound quickly recovered. Lin Yue stood up like a carp.

"Master, please bestow a sword!"