Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Sound of the Piano in the Late Night

"Yes, Master, disciple understands." Hearing Lin Ye's words, Lin Pingzhi nodded slightly, and then held the stone sword in his hand.

"I ask you, you cute sword?" Looking at Lin Pingzhi, Lin Ye said slowly.

"I don't love it." Judging from Lin Ye's actions, it is obvious that Lin Ye is a person who loves swords, not just ordinary love, but a kind of paranoid love, but hearing Lin Ye's words at this moment, Lin Pingzhi was silent for a moment, and then shook his head.

"I've never enjoyed sword practice." Lin Pingzhi clenched the stone sword in his hand.

"Very well, let's go." Hearing Lin Pingzhi's words, Lin Ye just nodded lightly and said lightly.

"Where are we going?" Lin Pingzhi asked with some curiosity.

"Wuyue Sword Sect." Walking on the road, Lin Ye said lightly.

"What are you going to do in the Wuyue Sword Sect, Master?" Lin Pingzhi continued to ask.

"Let's see, what skills they have that can be called a sword sect." After Lin Ye said this, he didn't pay attention to Lin Pingzhi anymore.

Taishan faction, the first thing Lin Ye prepared to go to was the Taishan faction.

Taishan faction, one of the five sword factions is located in Qilu Taishan.

According to Lin Ye's current position and speed, it will take at least seven or eight days to reach Mount Tai.

Lin Pingzhi, who suddenly followed behind Lin Ye, suddenly stared at Lin Ye, but found that Lin Ye's pace, the distance between each step was exactly the same, and the footprints left on the soft soil were the same in depth.

As a person who studied martial arts, Lin Pingzhi certainly knew what this meant.

This means that Lin Ye's mastery of the body and internal force is already superb.

However, this was slightly stunned, Lin Pingzhi was a full one or two hundred meters behind Lin Ye, and Lin Ye did not have the slightest preparation to stop, he still walked forward at the same speed, as if he did not notice Lin Pingzhi's backwardness at all.

Seeing this, Lin Pingzhi immediately ran towards Lin Ye, but Lin Pingzhi's own internal strength was very shallow, and after being caught by the disciples of the Qingcheng faction, he couldn't eat enough or sleep well, and he was still kicked in his ankle, even if he was recuperated by Lin Ye's internal force for a while, it was only slightly improved.

At this moment, his body has reached the limit of continuous travel, coupled with the running at this time, Lin Pingzhi felt as if the strength of his body had suddenly disappeared, his legs were difficult, and the iron sword in his hand, which was not too heavy, became extremely heavy.

But even so, Lin Pingzhi looked at Lin Ye's figure that was farther away, but he still gritted his teeth and chased after Lin Ye.

"The heart is not bad, and it can be regarded as integrity, do you have great perseverance?" Without looking back, still maintaining the same speed, Lin Ye continued to walk forward, and at the same time secretly said in his heart.

Now that he has decided to accept the apprentice and Lin Pingzhi, Lin Ye naturally needs to study it.

Sincerity, understanding, heart, perseverance, all are indispensable.

It's not about pursuing kendo and becoming a real swordsman, even if you become a master of swordsmanship, these four are absolutely indispensable.

And if you want to pursue kendo, these four factors are even more necessary.

The sky was already getting dark, and Lin Ye was already sitting in an inn at the intersection of an official road at this moment.

On the table on the right side of the main entrance, a bowl of clear noodles that has lost its heat and a steamed bun.

Lin Ye sat quietly on the stool and put his sword on his knees.

"Guest officer, we're closed, and this side, why don't I go to the back kitchen to help you warm it up?" At this time, the innkeeper came to Lin Ye's side and said.

"There's one person who hasn't arrived, so the noodles don't need to be hot." Hearing Xiao Er's words, Lin Ye slowly opened his eyes and said lightly.

"However, the guest officer ......" Hearing Lin Ye's words, the little second wanted to say something, but at this moment, there was a sudden sound of staggering footsteps outside the door, and there was a very rough panting, only to see Lin Pingzhi walking in with his hair all over his head, or he couldn't say that he was leaving, he was shaking every step as if he was a drunk drunk.

The stone sword in his hand was carried behind him, and when he saw this scene, Lin Ye's eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance, he grabbed the sword in his hand and stood up, came to Lin Pingzhi's back and glanced at the stone sword, and then stretched out his left hand and gently stroked it at the front of the stone sword, and a smile appeared on his face, which had been expressionless, and said, "Very good, very good." ”

The stone sword was not used by Lin Pingzhi as a crutch to hurry, which Lin Ye could be very sure of.

"Division...... Respect. Extremely weak, seeing Lin Ye, Lin Pingzhi's body shook, and then fell to the ground with a pop.

One hand lifted Lin Pingzhi up, and then his left hand pressed on his back, and the internal force was injected into his body, and in less than two or three seconds, Lin Pingzhi's eyes opened slightly.

"Eat, go up and rest." Seeing Lin Pingzhi wake up, Lin Ye pointed to the cold noodles and steamed buns on the table.

Lin Pingzhi, who was already hungry, walked over and picked up the bowl and didn't dislike it, he ate the noodles in a big gulp, and then dipped the steamed buns in the cold soup and swallowed them together.

"I leave an internal force in my body the same as at noon, pranayama internal force, and after three cycles in my body, you are falling asleep." Looking at Lin Pingzhi, who put the bowl down, and pointed to the second floor, Lin Ye said.

"Yes, Master." Hearing Lin Ye's words, Lin Pingzhi nodded.

"Don't put down the sword." Looking at Lin Pingzhi who stepped on the stairs, Lin Ye spoke.

"I understand, Master." Turning around, Lin Pingzhi nodded deeply.

The sword is his hand, his life, and his soul to a man who wields a sword.

After watching Lin Ping get out of the room, Lin Ye did not follow, but sat quietly on the stool.

Suddenly, a faint sound of the huqin came into my ears from outside the inn, and the sound of the qin was desolate, as if sighing, and like crying, trembling with the sound of the qin, making a staccato sound, like the sound of a drop of light rain falling on the leaves.

Hearing the sound of the huqin, the child who was cleaning up the table and bench said strangely: "Who is playing the huqin outside in the middle of the night?" ”

"The piano is like a sword, and it is another way to enter the Tao with music rhythm, and it is also a sword, which is interesting, but this is just a small skill of carving insects." Hearing the sound of the huqin, a strange brilliance flashed in Lin Ye's eyes, and then the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and suddenly made a strange sound, like the friction of gold and iron.

If the sound of the huqin before was like the sound of heaven, then the sound of Lin Ye's sword was like the call of the devil.

But what was strange was that Xiao Er seemed to only hear the sound of the huqin, but he didn't notice Lin Ye's sword sound in the slightest.

"Hey, why did the sound of the huqin suddenly stop?" Originally, the sound of the huqin was at the stage of succession, but at this moment, it was suddenly broken, which made the shopkeeper puzzled.

Lin Ye turned his gaze to the door, a smile appeared on his face, and then slowly walked upstairs.

On a banyan tree in the wilderness, a slender old man, wearing a green cloth robe, sat on the trunk of the tree, looking at the huqin in his hand, his face couldn't help but show surprise and admiration.

In the middle of the room, the sword sat cross-legged and placed on his knees, this sword was brought out of Xiao Li's flying knife world that day.

Lin Ye didn't know what the origin of this sword was, but Lin Ye seemed to have a feeling that this sword seemed to have life.

This is really an unimaginable feeling, it is often said that the sword has life, there is spirituality, that is because a sword follows a swordsman's side, all the time and never abandons, the swordsman's sword, the understanding of the sword has all been integrated into the sword itself.

At that time, the sword was already the carrier of the swordsman's kendo.

But now that this sword has fallen into Lin Ye's hands, it has only been a year, but it has given Lin Ye a feeling of having his own spiritual life, which is really an incredible thing.

A piece of clarity, the flow of internal force at the same time to review the way of the sword, thousands of times to review, day and night of sword practice, just for the sublimation of one day.

The road of kendo is a lonely and lonely road.

The power has reached the realm of Lin Ye, and there is no need for deep sleep to maintain the spirit and spirit.

You only need to meditate and cultivate your internal strength at the same time, and fall into a slight sleep, which is enough to restore your vitality, unless you have experienced a great battle and your internal strength is exhausted, you will be like a normal person, and you will sleep until dawn.

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