Lin Pingzhi looked back at him vigilantly and did not speak.

Song Qingshu was bored, but he didn't care, and continued: "I have a set of swordsmanship here, and I will show you the whole trick, whether I want to learn it or not."

After speaking, he didn't wait for the other party to answer, the wooden sword was unsheathed, the sword walked lightly, and he showed him the one-move one-move drill of the Wuyue Divine Sword that he had summarized.

At first, Lin Pingzhi thought that the other party was teasing him, but after watching it for a while, he found that the other party was really demonstrating a set of exquisite swordsmanship to him, and it was much more advanced than what the master taught them on weekdays.

With the other party's practice, Lin Pingzhi's sideburns sweated slightly, he only felt that he remembered this move, and forgot that move, after dozens of moves, he even forgot the move he remembered before, and he couldn't help but think that he had a deep hatred of blood, and now he had advanced martial arts in front of him, but he couldn't remember it stupidly, and endless regret and despair arose.

After Song Qingshu finished the demonstration, he looked at Lin Pingzhi, who was sweating profusely, and asked, "How many percent do you remember?"

Lin Pingzhi's lips were bitten out of blood by his teeth, and he said in annoyance: "I haven't remembered a layer."

This time it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned, and subconsciously said: "It's really a pig that wants to worship you as the king."

Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi's face was even more embarrassed, and after a burst of blue and a burst of red, it suddenly turned blue-gray, and it was so white that it was oozing.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's appearance, Song Qingshu seemed to see the scene of his previous life on a whim and going to find a martial artist to learn what Baguazhang.

How could Lin Pingzhi not be an ordinary person without the aura of the protagonist? Song Qingshu showed a smile and comforted: "Your martial arts are too low now, and it is no wonder that you can't remember these advanced swordsmanship, well, I have a way, you look into my eyes."

Lin Ping subconsciously raised his head and saw the other party's dark and deep pupils, his eyes suddenly began to become confused, and the whole person seemed to have entered a void space.

Suddenly, the figure of Song Qingshu appeared in front of him, and he saw the other party smile and said: "I am now using the soul transfer technique to imprint the sword technique in your mind, but this is not your own after all, it is just convenient for you to inquire when you are in doubt, only when you understand guò, can you really learn this set of sword techniques."

Lin Pingzhi heard it in a fog, and there were thousands of doubts in his heart, and before he could speak, the other party practiced that set of swordsmanship again, and quickly memorized it.

I don't know why, this time I just feel like an initiation, a set of swordsmanship, and I remember every detail clearly.

There was a snapping sound in his ears, Lin Pingzhi woke up from the chaos, his mind moved, every move and style of swordsmanship clearly appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but look at Song Qingshu in surprise: "I remember, I remember!"

"Your martial arts foundation is too poor, you can practice this set of swordsmanship for three years before you can find Yu Cang's poster revenge, remember to remember! If you can learn your Huashan Zixia Gong halfway, with internal strength as the foundation, you should be able to get twice the result with half the effort." Song Qingshu thought for a while and said to him solemnly.

"Three years?" Lin Pingzhi was pleasantly surprised, with his current martial arts to increase his speed, I am afraid that Yu Canghai may not be able to take revenge before he dies of old age, and now Song Qingshu told him to practice hard for three years, and he will be able to get what he wants, how can he not be ecstatic.

"By the way, don't tell anyone about the martial arts I taught you, including your master." Thinking of the scheming Yue Buqun, Song Qingshu still has filial piety.

"Well, Engong is very gracious, and Pingzhi will never forget!" Lin Pingzhi knelt on the ground and kowtowed respectfully.

"You don't have to, it's just a gesture for me." Song Qingshu dodged sideways.

"Engong's efforts are rebuilt for Pingzhi." Lin Pingzhi said.

"Okay, go back quickly, otherwise that Miss Yue may be about to make a fuss." Song Qingshu said jokingly.

Lin Pingzhi's face turned red, and he had just taken a few steps to the school field, when he suddenly turned around and asked with a complicated expression, "Why did Engong help me?"

"In the original world, you and I were both pitiful people, maybe we were sympathetic." When he said this, Song Qingshu felt like a world away.

Lin Pingzhi nodded as if he didn't understand, and greeted Yue Lingshan who ran over......

Back in the Sword Qi Chongxiao Hall, Yue Buqun and Mu Renqing had already discussed it properly, and decided to go up the cliff together to visit Feng Qingyang.

Although Feng Qingyang belonged to the Sword Sect, Yue Buqun thought that if there was really a swordsmanship master who lived in seclusion in Huashan, then he naturally didn't have to worry all day long that Huashan would be directly destroyed by Zuo Lengchan, so he was also eager to go to Siguo Cliff to verify Feng Qingyang's existence.

After the group came to Siguo Cliff, Mu Renqing used his internal strength to spread his voice all over the mountaintop: "Mu Renqing, a junior of Huashan Sword Sect, asks to see Uncle Xiao."

Yue Buqun on the side secretly admired that although the Sword Sect emphasized the sword technique and neglected the internal force cultivation, the Mixed Yuan Gong they practiced was really not under the Qi Sect's Zixia Divine Skill.

Mu Renqing shouted three times in a row, but there was no reaction on the cliff, and the group looked at each other, staring at Song Qingshu one after another, and even Xia Qingqing began to be suspicious.

Seeing Xia Qingqing's expression, Song Qingshu smiled bitterly and shrugged: "For you, I'm out of the way."

After speaking, he was angry and dantian, and roared with more majestic internal force: "Old man Feng, I'm back again, I was careless last time, and I just lost your move, this time I won't show mercy, come on, come on, let's fight for three hundred rounds......"

Xia Qingqing heard a black line, and the faces of the people in the Huashan faction were not good-looking, and at this time, a cold sound. [,!] hummed: "I can't help myself!"

The voice seemed to be soft and weak, but it could clearly reach everyone's ears in Song Qingshu's thunderous roar, Yue Buqun's face changed: I didn't expect that the cultivation of the Mixed Yuan Skill to the extreme was this realm.

As soon as the words fell, an old man with a white beard and a green robe appeared at the corner of a big stone, his expression was depressed, and his face was like gold paper.

"Disciple Mu Renqing (Yue Buqun) visits Uncle Feng." Seeing his appearance, although there was a trace of time, how could the two of them not recognize the little uncle who was the first in Huashan swordsmanship back then.

Feng Qingyang waved his sleeves, and Mu Yue and the others only felt a soft energy to help themselves up, and they were full of admiration in their hearts.

Looking at the heads of the two sword qi sects, Feng Qingyang's expression was complicated, and he sighed: "Back then, I missed the sword qi two sect martial arts competition, and the sword sect was almost wiped out, and I really have no face to see the people of the sword sect again, if it weren't for ...... today" After speaking, he glared at Song Qingshu viciously.

Song Qingshu was furious by him, and hurriedly pushed Xia Qingqing forward, and said with a sneer: "This time it's your apprentices and grandchildren who have something to ask you, but it's none of my business."