"I, my mother taught me."
When asked by Lin Zhen, Yuyanglin seemed to be panicked, but his thoughts changed, and it was not suspicious, and it was impossible to tell the "Jade Talisman". Yuyanglin could only tell about his mother, and Yuyang Lin Jue's own mother, Nangong Ting, is also very mysterious, saying that the exercises taught by her mother is the best way to say it.
"Your mother?"
Lin Zhen frowned, then nodded.
"Your mother first came to Linjiazhuang. Although she was seriously injured, she has a profound cultivation base. She is stronger than the aura of Dingcheng City Lord Bao Tongshan I have seen. It is nothing to teach you a little skill!"
Lin Zhen, whose eyes moved slightly, sighed again: "But it's a pity that your mother's heart was shattered, and you have lost the best treatment period. Without the best elixir, it is impossible to cure it. You can only rely on profound Cultivation base, hard support."
Lin Zhen glanced at Yuyanglin and continued: "Your mother is arrogant and disdainful of my help, and the best elixir, I can't afford it all in Linjiazhuang."
Shaking her head, Lin Zhen's voice was soft: "Later, your mother lived alone in the old wooden house at the entrance of Dongxili, but every few days, she went to Dingcheng, seemingly to find out some news. I guessed that your mother should be the daughter of the big family in trouble, and I didn't dare to ask more. Your mother never mentioned that your mother has always lived in our Linjiazhuang."
Lin Zhen's eyes were misty, as if she was reminiscing about the past, thinking of Yuyanglin's mother, she shook her head and sighed again.
"I think you are also injured, so let's live here temporarily." Lin Zhen said slightly.
"You, don't you want to punish me?"
Yuyanglin was a little surprised, looking at Lin Zhen, Lin Jianqin and the others. At this time, Yuyanglin looked like a twelve-year-old boy, usually a little terrifyingly mature.
"Haha, little brother Yanglin, they all deserve to be beaten, and they are all just minor injuries, no big deal."
Lin Jianqin laughed, patted Yuyanglin on the shoulder and smiled: "With the cultivation base of your inner aura, it is easy to kill them, but you only taught them to show that you still have a lot of affection for the people of Linjiazhuang. "
Lin Zhen also smiled slightly, looked at Yuyanglin, and nodded with satisfaction. Being so young is the latter stage of the inner aura, which is enough to show that Yuyanglin's talent is high. With a little carving, it is definitely a beautiful jade, and future achievements will be limitless. .
"Jianqin, let's do it first. Yuyanglin is a matter of internal energy, so don't talk about it for the time being. Maybe in the future, Yuyanglin will be the master of my Linjiazhuang, everyone will remember."
"Yes! Patriarch!"
A group of warriors in the inner aura, arched their hands together, with solemn expressions, but a flash of surprise flashed in their eyes.
"Then let's get down to work first."
Lin Jianqin and the others exited the hall, before leaving, winked at Yuyanglin, which meant: "When you are healed, we will make gestures again."
Yuyanglin snorted coldly, which was regarded as a promise. For some reason, Yuyanglin didn't reject this kind of communication in his heart, but was eager to feel it.
"Xue Ling."
After Lin Jianqin and others left, the patriarch Lin Zhen suddenly shouted towards the back of the hall.
"Crunch...!"
Suddenly, a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl with a delicate face seemed to accidentally push open the wooden door, a capable little ponytail, wearing a light blue skirt, and her little tongue came out, walking lightly.
Yuyanglin could tell at a glance that this girl had some martial arts foundation.
"Grandpa."
The girl called Xueling salutes slightly, revealing a sweet dimple between her small smiles, with a little bit of jasper next to her.
"Well, you take Yanglin down to rest!"
Lin Zhen caressed his beard with a smile: "Don't you often talk about the slow progress of your cultivation because no one is doing the training? Your brother Yang Lin is an inner Qi martial artist.
"What! Inner spirit? He?"
Weng Xueling stared at Yuyanglin with a look of disbelief.
"Grandpa, he's probably not as old as me! I just broke through a hundred kilograms of power to become a warrior last month, how could he be a warrior in the inner aura?"
Weng Xueling looked around Yuyanglin three times with her hands on her back, shook her head, her unbelief was beyond words.
When Weng Xueling saw Yuyanglin's face flushed, her heart accelerated.
The first time she was stared at by a girl like this, Yuyanglin was a little nervous.
Suddenly, with a cold drink, Weng Xueling made a very tricky punch and attacked Yuyanglin's waist.
"Huh! It's true or false, I'll talk about it after this girl!"
The fist wind rushed towards the face, this fist came too suddenly, if it was a warrior in the early stage of the inner Qi, and was caught off guard, he might be knocked down on the spot.
Yuyanglin was wandering, but he was a real warrior in the late inner stage, so keenly aware, he opened his eyes violently when he noticed a fist, but his fist was less than three inches away from the face.
If it is an enemy, Yuyang Lin may directly head-on, bombarding.
But only a pretty girl of samurai class caught the eye.
Yuyanglin's footsteps were windy, his body was like catkins, and he turned slightly to the side, instantly avoiding this quick and urgent punch.
In Yuyanglin's eyes, this punch seemed sturdy and fierce, but it was as slow as a snail and could not help but wind.
Weng Xueling hit the air with a punch, almost staggering, but hurriedly turned around, her body like a bow, and her leg like a spear.
"Hula...!"
Sweeping his legs unexpectedly brought out a strong wind, like a javelin poking at Yuyanglin's chest.
For ordinary people, Weng Xueling's speed, agility, strength, reaction, etc. are already very good.
However, Yuyanglin raised the corner of his mouth and raised a smile, not avoiding it, but patted Weng Xueling on Weng Xueling's calf with one hand with a gentle force.
"Oh, oops!"
Weng Xueling suddenly lost her center of gravity, and she staggered to the ground.
"You, you bully!"
Weng Xueling hurriedly got up and patted her butt, fingers Yuyanglin, her face flushed, and she was very angry.
"Where did I bully you? You did it first!" Yuyanglin said seriously.
"you!!"
Weng Xueling angrily walked towards grandfather Lin Zhen: "Grandpa, he is obviously an inner-qi martial artist who bullies me."
Lin Zhen laughed openly: "Didn't Grandpa tell you that Yanglin is a martial artist in the inner Qi state?"
A gleam of light flashed in Lin Zhen's eyes: "Also, Yang Lin seemed to be born more than two months earlier than you. You have to call your brother, you know?"
"Grandpa, you bullied me too.
Weng Xueling shook Lin Zhen's arm, pursed her small mouth, and glanced at Yuyang Lin secretly.
"Ouch, you shake it again, my old bones are going to fall apart."
Lin Zhen lost her usual majesty, and appeared amiable and approachable.
Yuyanglin was in a daze when he watched it, and he couldn't help but think of his mother's words, "My grandfather is in Sanchuan County. I don't know when I can see him."
"Ling'er, Yuyang Lin is injured, you can take him down to rest." Lin Zhen smiled and said.
"Oh, come with me."
Weng Xueling looked at Yuyanglin curiously. In fact, Weng Xueling had been hiding in the backyard just now, but she didn't believe that Yuyanglin was better than herself at such a small age.
"Are you hurt? How come I haven't seen you before."
"How did you cultivate so much?"
"Are you really older than me?"
Weng Xueling's big shiny eyes kept asking questions continuously.
Yuyanglin smiled, very patiently, answering one by one, it seemed that he rarely communicated with others, and his words appeared a bit cold.
When he retired with Lin Zhen, Yuyanglin followed Weng Xueling to the back of the courtyard, and found that the backyard turned out to be a courtyard with a fish pond and a pavilion in the middle.
"You live here first."
Weng Xueling led Yuyanglin to a bedroom. The room was very simple, except for the bed, table and chair, but it was warm. Compared with the shabby wooden house before, she was dining and sleeping in Dongxi. , Well, I don’t know how many times.
"Thank you." Yuyanglin looked far away.
"Thank you!"
Weng Xueling's heart was as fine as a hair, and she seemed to see that Yuyanglin was a little melancholy, and smiled: "If you really want to thank you, when you are hurt, let me be a trainer every day." The delicate face gave me a sly smile.
Weng Xueling clasped her hands on her back and shook her head slightly: "You should rest first, and I will call you after dinner at night."
"Well, trouble you."
Looking at Weng Xueling's back with the ponytail fading away, Yuyanglin smiled long-lost. This is the warmth that Yuyanglin has never experienced before, and it may be insignificant to others.
But for Yuyanglin, these are extremely warm feelings.
Entering the room, Yuyanglin meditated on the bed cross-legged, took a deep breath to adjust the internal breath, transported the internal Qi of the dantian, nourished the internal organs, although it is only a minor internal injury, but if it is not cured in time, it may leave a dark illness and it is difficult to heal. .
Yuyanglin's dantian internal energy was rushing and condensed, and it was extremely vigorous. He originally intended to attack Ren Du's two channels, break through the bridge of heaven and earth, and break through to the real Qi, but he fought with Lin Jianqin and suffered some internal injuries.
Now it is necessary to heal the injury, restore the body to its best condition, and then hit the real Qi state.
For three days, Yuyanglin rarely walked out of the room except for eating and drinking. After three days of cross-leg meditation, his injury had been recovered, and his internal energy was more condensed and pure.
"Squeak!"
Yuyanglin launched the door.
The bright moon is in the sky, the stars are shining, the night sky is silent, the moon enters the silver plate to send love, and Yuanyuan lacks ordinary things.
"In ten days or so, it should be the New Year!"
Yuyanglin looked at the starry sky, the night wind was breezy, and the stars were dotted with stars, completely unlike the sigh that a twelve-year-old should have.
"Whoo!"
Just as Yuyanglin looked up at the starry sky and wondered if he would become one of them in a hundred years, suddenly, a figure rushed out of the darkness like a ghost.
Yuyang Lin was shocked suddenly, and his subconsciousness condensed his breath.
The black shadow did not find the Yuyang Forest under the eaves, his body flashed, jumped instantly, jumped over the roof, and flashed towards the rear.