Zhou Ping on the ground, with an extremely incredible look in his eyes, muttered: "You sword slave, your qualifications are dull, how can you reach the realm of martial arts threefold!"

The miscellaneous servants of the sword washing room who were busy with the things in their hands in the open space were even more incredible than Zhou Ping, and they couldn't accept this result.

Martial arts threefold, you can become a disciple of the outer sect of Qingyun Sect, and the status of this sword slave is much higher than them all of a sudden.

Lin Yun looked at Zhou Ping, didn't speak, turned around and walked towards the sword washing room.

Zhou Ping had the heart to chase, but seeing that Lin Yun had already entered the sword washing room, he chose to give up with some chagrin, and angrily threw a punch at the ground.

The sword washing room, the attic that exists alone, is a taboo.

The outer disciples and miscellaneous servants could not enter, and the swords that were responsible for cleaning and maintaining the inner disciples inside were all high-quality or even higher-level mysterious weapons.

Among them, these ordinary handymen don't understand the method of maintenance, and if they mess around, they will damage the sword.

Lin Yun was the only one who could enter this place, and even Zhou Ping didn't dare to enter.

"Senior Brother Zhou, it's okay. ”

"Senior Brother Zhou, Lin Yun, the sword slave, turned over in one fell swoop. I'm afraid that it will soar into the sky in the future, and no one can stop it. ”

"It's over, we've been taunting this guy on weekdays, and I'm afraid we'll be in trouble in the future. ”

"Let me say a little less, this guy just relied on the elixir rewarded by Senior Sister Su to achieve the triple level of martial arts. It's not so easy to become an outer disciple!"

was knocked away by Lin Yun's punch, Zhou Ping was extremely unconvinced, thinking that he was just careless.

Now Lin Yun has made him lose face in the sword washing room, if this face can't be brought back, who else in this sword washing room will obey him in the future.

With a cold gaze, he glanced at the sword washing room, and Zhou Ping quickly turned around and left.

"Lin Yun is choked, Zhou Ping's father is an elder of the outer gate. His eldest brother is a master among the outer disciples, and he will suffer some hardships in the future. ”

"The sword slave has this temper, he is suppressed too much on weekdays, and he doesn't know how high the sky is when he has a little strength, and even Senior Brother Zhou Ping dares to fight. ”

"But then again, Senior Brother Zhou Ping was embarrassed enough just now, this guy didn't toss us on weekdays, and Lin Yun just helped us out of a bad breath. ”

Hundreds of miscellaneous servants, after discussing for a while, returned to the battle and began to maintain the swords of other outer disciples.

In the sword washing room, the moment Lin Yun pushed the door in, he felt a cold air coming from the pavement.

The cold air comes from, in the center of the hall, a pool of cold water.

On the surface of the pool, it was cold, there were ice floes drifting, and more than a dozen swords were placed.

Fusing the memories of the original owner, Lin Yun knew that this cold pool was quite mysterious. The ice floes in the pool are colder than the thousand-year-old ice of Xingyue Lake in Tianshui Country, and few people in the sect know the secret.

On the other side of the icy pool, an old man was sharpening his sword, sneering.

Next to the sword grinding stone, there are ten kinds of spiritual liquid of different colors, and the old man is skillful. From time to time, various spiritual fluids are taken out, mixed together, or injected into the sword grinding stone separately.

Lin Yun didn't speak, quietly watched the old man sharpen his sword, and when the other party was busy and gently wiped the sword body.

Only then did he respectfully bow his hand and said: "Elder Hong, kid Lin Yun, has reached the triple level of martial arts, and he will leave the sword washing room in a few days." ”

The old man in front of him is the real leader in the sword washing room, but he doesn't like to meddle in management, so he has the opportunity to be a mediocre talent like Zhou Ping.

Lin Yun's skillful sword cultivation skills all came from this old man, and it was also because of Old Hong that he was qualified to enter this Sword Washing Pavilion. has the ability to maintain the sword for some inner disciples alone.

Hong Lao was a little surprised, and sighed softly: "It's not surprising, although your bone is poor, you can use so many pills rewarded by Su Ziyao, and it is normal to break through." ”

"It's just...... The path of martial arts, reaching the innate realm, is the real beginning. Your bones, it's too difficult to go all the way, and it's still a dead end in the end. ”

"You have a relationship with the sword, and you can communicate with the mystical weapon, if you are outside. Old man, I can help you find a way to be a mystery. Reaching the pinnacle can still make the peerless powerhouse compete with each other. ”

Hong Lao's words, Lin Yun didn't understand a lot, what is Xuanshi? Innate realm, why is it the real beginning, the path of martial arts?

However, the concern and worry in the words could be clearly felt by Lin Yun.

And the first sentence, even Hong Lao said so, it seems that this Lin Yun has indeed received many benefits from Su Ziyao,

"Elder Xie Hong is concerned, Lin Yun's path has already decided that no matter how difficult this martial arts road is, he will go all the way. People live for a lifetime, not to seek fame, but to have a clear conscience, and they can be at ease. ”

Lin Yun was a human being in two lives, dead and alive, and many problems have been seen very thoroughly.

Hong Lao was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled: "If you have a clear conscience, can you be at ease?"

In the words, the meaning was still unfinished, but Hong Lao didn't say much.

"From the sword slave to the martial arts triple, it can be regarded as a step to the sky, congratulations, you can still remember me, an old man. It's rare, I can't send you anything else, this painting has been with me for many years, and you keep it. ”

After speaking, Hong Lao handed Lin Yun a scroll of scrolls.

Lin Yun was stunned when he heard this, he knew that the painting was the flesh of Hong Lao's heart, and he often took it to look at it.

Hong Lao is kind to himself, how can he take away his beloved things, and hurriedly refused.

"I think I became a waste person for this painting, and I didn't understand the mystery. Now half of his body is already in the loess, and he will die at any time, leave it in my hands, and bury it in the loess with me?"

"If I'm not mistaken, you're practicing Tiger Fist...... Either way, this painting will be somewhat useful to you. ”

Hong Lao couldn't help but say, 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." Out of here, no matter what others think, you Lin Yun will no longer be a Qingyun sword slave!"

In the last sentence, Hong Lao's accentuated tone, which shocked Lin Yun's spirit. That's right, from now on, no matter what others think, I, Lin Yun, must not look down on myself.

He took the painting, bent solemnly, and walked away.

Hong Lao looked at Lin Yun's back, sighed softly, and secretly said that it was a pity.

Walking out of the sword washing room, a group of handymen in the open space all looked at Lin Yun with strange looks. There is jealousy, there is envy, and the look is complicated.

Everyone knows that no matter what happens to Lin Yun in the future, he doesn't have to go back here.

Zhou Ping had already left, and there was no blocking the road, which made Lin Yun a little surprised. After a short stay, he left the place without looking back, and walked towards his cabin.

The wooden house is simple, in the middle of nowhere, and it is extremely inconspicuous in the huge Qingyun Peak.

In the humble room, Lin Yun held a pen and wrote something.

100 body nourishing pills, 20 qi and blood pills, and a total of 300 taels of gold for all kinds of money......

That's right, what he is writing at the moment is the pill money that Su Ziyao has given him in total in the past two years.

Lin Yun's swordsmanship is good, and for a long time, Su Ziyao's swords have been handed over to him for maintenance. In the past two years, the scattered rewards have added up to a lot.

As others said, without these rewards, with the roots and understanding of the original owner, I am afraid that I will be trapped in the martial arts triple for the rest of my life.

No matter how much you insist, you can't break through.

Lin Yun's memory is very good, but he doesn't have too strong a memory, and he remembers any reward sent by Su Ziyao by the original owner clearly.

Even, even Su Ziyao remembered clearly why she needed to raise 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 he recalls it a little, all the things about Su Ziyao will come to mind.

Lin Yun didn't understand a little, the original owner was not stupid, and even had great perseverance. Why can't you see Su Ziyao clearly, the reward given by the other party is just a courtesy.

It's not even polite, it's indifferent to the extreme, and it doesn't care at all.

The word love is really incomprehensible.

Thinking of Su Ziyao, wiping the sword body during the day, and that indifferent expression. Lin Yun shook his head slightly, not thinking about it, and writing seriously.

After writing, blow lightly and wait for the pen and ink to dry a little. Lin Yun put it in front of him, and Su Ziyao's indifferent expression appeared in his eyes, and he felt helpless for the infatuation of the original owner.

The original owner's obsession is strong, and it still affects Lin Yun to this day.

"Don't worry, when I join the outer gate, after a little achievement, I will return it to the other party ten times for you. ”

Lin Yun retracted his gaze and muttered to himself, and after a long time, he solemnly put away the paper.

As soon as these words came out, the obsession in my mind was obviously much weaker, and there was a lot of gratitude.

Lin Yun couldn't laugh, so infatuated, for that.

If there is an afterlife, may you not be a lover.

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