Zhou Ping on the ground, with an extremely incredible look in his eyes, murmured: "You sword slave, your aptitude is dull, how can you reach the realm of the third level of martial arts!"
The handymen in the sword washing room, who were busy with their own work in the open space, were even more incredible than Zhou Ping, and could not accept this result.
The third level of martial arts can become a disciple of the outer sect of Qingyunmen, and the status of this sword slave is much higher than them.
Lin Yun looked at Zhou Ping, did not speak, turned and walked towards the sword washing room.
Zhou Ping wanted to chase, but seeing that Lin Yun had already entered the sword washing room, he chose to give up with some annoyance, and threw a fist at the ground in resentment.
The sword washing room, the attic that exists alone, is a taboo.
Outer sect disciples and handymen were not allowed to enter. Inside, the sabers that were responsible for cleaning and maintaining inner sect disciples were all high-quality or even higher-level profound tools.
Among them, the maintenance method, these ordinary handymen do not understand at all, and messing with it will damage the sword.
The only one who can enter here is Lin Yun, even Zhou Ping does not dare to enter.
"Senior Brother Zhou, are you alright?"
"Senior Brother Zhou, Lin Yun, this sword slave, turned over at once. I'm afraid it will soar into the sky in the future, and no one will be able to stop it."
"It's over, we have been taunting this guy on weekdays, and I'm afraid there will be trouble in the future."
"Tell me a little bit, this guy is just relying on the medicinal pill rewarded by Senior Sister Su, and he was lucky enough to reach the third level of martial arts. It's not that easy to become an outer disciple!"
Being punched by Lin Yun, Zhou Ping was extremely dissatisfied, thinking that he was just being careless.
Now Lin Yun made him lose face in the sword washing room. If this scene can't be brought back, who will obey him in the sword washing room in the future.
Glancing at the Sword Washing Room with a cold gaze, Zhou Ping quickly turned and left.
"Lin Yun is enough. Zhou Ping's father is an elder of the outer sect. His eldest brother is a master among the disciples of the outer sect, and he will suffer in the future."
"Jiannu has such a temper. He is suppressed too much on weekdays. If he has a little strength, he doesn't know how high the sky is, and even Senior Brother Zhou Ping dares to fight."
"But then again, Senior Brother Zhou Ping was embarrassed enough. This guy didn't bother us on weekdays. Lin Yun just helped us out."
Hundreds of miscellaneous servants, after discussing for a while, went back to battle and began to maintain the swords of other outer disciples.
In the sword washing room, the moment Lin Yun pushed the door and entered, he felt a chill, and the pavement came.
The cold air comes from a cold pool in the center of the hall.
On the surface of the pond water, it was cold, with ice floes floating around, and dozens of swords were placed.
Combining the memory of the original owner, Lin Yun knew that this cold pool was quite mysterious. The floating ice in the pool is colder than the thousand-year-old ice in the Xingyue Lake of the Tianshui Kingdom, and few people in the sect know the secret.
On the other side of the icy pool, an old man was sharpening his sword, making a sound.
Next to the sword sharpening stone, there are ten kinds of spiritual liquids of different colors, and the old man is skilled. From time to time, take out various spiritual liquids, or mix them together, or inject them into the sword sharpening stone separately.
Lin Yun did not speak, and quietly watched the old man sharpen his sword, waiting for the other party to finish his work and gently wipe the blade.
He bowed his hands respectfully and said, "Elder Hong, kid Lin Yun, has reached the third level of martial arts, and will be leaving the sword washing room in a few days."
The old man in front of him is the real leader in the sword washing room. He just doesn't like to interfere in management, so he has the opportunity to be a mediocre like Zhou Ping.
Lin Yun's brilliant sword raising skills all came from this old man, and it was also because of Hong old man that he was qualified to enter this sword-washing pavilion. Only have the ability to maintain the sword for some inner disciples alone.
Elder Hong was a little surprised, and sighed softly: "It's not surprising, although your bones are poor, you can use so many medicinal pills that Su Ziyao rewarded, so your breakthrough is normal."
"It's just... the way of martial arts, reaching the innate realm is the real beginning. Your bones, walking all the way is too difficult, in the end it is still a dead end."
"You have a relationship with the sword, and you can communicate with the mysterious tool. If you are outside, the old man can help you and find a way to become a mysterious master. When you reach the pinnacle, you can still make the peerless powerhouse compete with you."
There is a lot that Lin Yun doesn't understand about Elder Hong's words. What is a mysterious master? Innate realm, why is the real beginning, the road of martial arts
However, Lin Yun could clearly feel the concern and worry in his words.
And the first sentence, even Elder Hong said that, it seems that Lin Yun has indeed benefited from Su Ziyao a lot.
"Old Xie Hong is concerned. Lin Yun's path has been decided. No matter how difficult the road of martial arts is, he will go all the way. People don't want to be famous, but if they have a clear conscience, they can live at ease."
Lin Yun has been a human being in two lifetimes, and he has lived and died again, and he has seen many problems thoroughly.
Hearing this, Mr. Hong was startled, then smiled and said, "Have a clear conscience, can you be at ease?"
In the words, the meaning is still unfinished, but Hong Lao did not say much.
"From the sword slave to the third level of martial arts, it can be regarded as one step to the sky. It is gratifying. You can still remember me as an old man. It is also rare. I can't give you anything else. This painting has been with me for many years, so you can keep it."
After speaking, Elder Hong handed Lin Yun a scroll of scrolls.
Lin Yun was stunned when he heard the words. He knew that painting, it was the flesh and blood of Mr. Hong, and he often took it and looked at it in a trance.
Hong Lao has a kindness to himself, how can he take away what he loves, so he hastily declined.
"I think back then, because of this painting, I became a waste person, and I didn't understand the mystery. Now, half of my body is already in the loess, and I will die at any time. Stay with me and bury it in the loess with me?"
"If I remember correctly, you are practicing Tiger Fist... Anyway, this painting has some magical effects on you."
Hong Lao couldn't help but say it, forced it to Lin Yun, waved his hand and said: "Let's go, let's go, don't come to this place in the future. When you get out of here, no matter what others think, you, Lin Yun, are no longer Qingyun Swordsman! "
In the last sentence, Elder Hong emphasized his tone, which shocked Lin Yun's spirit. That's right, from now on, no matter what others think, I, Lin Yun, must not despise myself.
He took the painting, bowed down solemnly, and then walked away.
Elder Hong looked at Lin Yun's back, sighed softly, and secretly said a pity.
Walking out of the sword washing room, a group of handymen in the open space looked at Lin Yun with strange expressions. There is jealousy, envy, and complex expressions.
Everyone knows that no matter what happens to Lin Yun in the future, he doesn't need to come back here anymore.
Zhou Ping had already left without blocking the road, which surprised Lin Yun a little. After staying for a while, he left here without looking back and walked towards his cabin.
The wooden house is simple and remote, and it is extremely inconspicuous in the huge Qingyun Peak.
In the humble house, Lin Yun wrote something.
There are 100 Health Pills, 20 Qi and Blood Pills, and a total of 300 taels of gold...
That's right, what he is writing at the moment is exactly the amount of money that Su Ziyao has given him in the past two years.
Lin Yun's swordsmanship is good. For a long time, Su Ziyao's swords have been entrusted to him to maintain. In the past two years, the scattered rewards have added up to a lot.
As others have said, without these rewards, with the original owner's roots and understanding, I am afraid that he will be trapped in the third level of martial arts for the rest of his life.
No matter how hard you try, you can't break through.
Lin Yun's memory is very good, but he doesn't need a strong memory. The original owner remembers all the rewards Su Ziyao sent.
Even Su Ziyao remembered clearly why she needed a sword. What's more, you even know what time of day it is and what the weather is like that day.
As long as she recalls a little, everything about Su Ziyao will come to mind.
Lin Yun didn't understand, the original owner was not stupid, and even had great perseverance. Why can't he see Su Ziyao's matter clearly, the reward given by the other party is only a courtesy.
It's not even polite, and the indifference is extreme.
The word love is really incomprehensible.
Thinking of Su Ziyao, wiped the blade during the day, and had that unconcerned expression. Lin Yun shook his head slightly, instead of thinking about it, he wrote seriously.
After writing, blow gently and let the ink dry. Lin Yun put it in front of him, Su Ziyao's indifferent expression appeared in his eyes, feeling helpless for the original owner's infatuation.
The original owner's obsession was strong, and it still affects Lin Yun to this day.
"Don't worry, when I join Outer Sect, after a little achievement, I will return it to the other party tenfold for you."
Lin Yun retracted his gaze and muttered to himself. After a long time, he put the paper away solemnly.
As soon as these words came out, the obsession in my mind was obviously much weaker, and there was a lot of gratitude.
However, Lin Yun couldn't laugh, being so infatuated with such infatuation.
If there is an afterlife, may you not be infatuated with love.
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