March 8, early in the morning

In the inn where the juzhou caravan was located, Lin Manliu woke up early and prepared to practice swords in the backyard. As soon as he went downstairs and was about to walk to the backyard stable, he was stopped by the inn running hall: "Lin Gongzi! Lin Gongzi! Someone left you a message last night, it was the young master of the Qiao family on the Sword Casting Peak who said that he invited you to the Sword Casting Peak to enjoy the scenery today, saying that the carriage would arrive during the day."

Lin Manliu was still walking on the stairs, and when he heard the strange name, he was confused for a while, and he felt even more headache when he heard the follow-up arrangements, why don't you open the pot and mention which pot, is this Qiao Yunnian going to force himself up the mountain to stop.

"Can you just pretend you didn't see me... Or do you just when you forgot? I still have something inconvenient to go to today," Lin Manliu looked at the running hall downstairs.

"Ahh This can't be done, Lin Gongzi, the carriage will arrive during the day, and when the time comes, if the little one says that I forgot, I will be thrown out by the shopkeeper," ran the hall immediately threw the rag that wiped the table on his shoulder, and waved his hand at Lin Manliu for a while.

Lin Manliu had to agree to come down, and he was no longer embarrassed to run the hall. I went to the stable and began to practice the sword moves taught by the master with the spring window butterfly wrapped in black cloth. The caravan steward and the caravan man who woke up later listened to the chatter chatting about the matter while eating tea in the hall, and everyone was stunned, and they all sighed that Lin Man's six people were terrible.

"Let's just say that this Lin brother is amazing, Rongcheng knows General Li, and here he knows the people from Sword Casting Peak, is Lao Lin, who works with us for a long time, a master in the world, why is he still in Fengcheng when he comes out of Fengcheng."

"Yes, yes, could it be that Lao Lin used to be a famous hero in the rivers and lakes, and he lived in seclusion in Fengcheng for many years with his wife and children, how can he say that he is a little hidden in the wild, a big hidden..."

"Hidden in the city! If you don't have culture, don't learn from others to drag the text, look at you."

"We just need to know that Little Brother Lin is hidden deeply, and we used to take care of it a little more."

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The men of the caravan were already loud, and Lin Manliu, who was practicing swords in the backyard, heard it for a while, if I knew these people, would I still travel with the caravan, I could only continue to practice swords, and I didn't practice well on the road because of the rush in the past few days.

After lunch during the day, a carriage appeared at the door of the inn, sitting in front of the car was a man dressed as a martial artist, with a serious face, a beard on his face, looked at the inn, saluted the innkeeper and said, "My young master invites Lin Gongzi to go up the mountain to enjoy the scenery together." Lin Manliu looked at the caravan steward, and the steward nodded to him with a smile and said, "Brother Lin is fine, we still need two days to leave, everyone needs to do more repairs to get here from Shuzhong all the way to continue to hurry, but it doesn't hurt you to go."

Lin Manliu nodded to the steward before following the man dressed as a martial artist to get into the carriage and go to the Sword Casting Peak outside the city, along the way, the man driving did not have any conversation with Lin Manliu, he was puzzled that the little boy was used to wandering on weekdays, and he had no friends at all, how could he suddenly invite others to visit the mountain, and he was still a young man who was not much different in age and looked shabby in appearance and clothing, even if he had friends, shouldn't he be the disciples of some of the giants in the city.

There was a breeze on the Forge Sword Peak, and Lin Manliu was taken to a small pavilion on the side of the mountain, and inside the pavilion was a woman in a goose yellow dress, but it was very unnatural that she wore a high ponytail.

"Miss Joe?" Lin Manliu asked tentatively.

"Huh? ...... Lin Shaoxia??? The other party did not turn around, but responded awkwardly.

"Well, it's me, Yun Nian didn't suddenly come to me and say that he wanted to come to the mountain to watch the scenery."

"Joe... Cloud... Year... This kid still doesn't clean up, it's not what you said at all, you need to trust him" Qiao Kesi turned to look in the direction of Lin Manliu, with a little anger in his eyes, but he didn't look at the short-shirted young man who was also confused.

Qiao Kesi then realized his faux pas, smiled awkwardly at Lin Manliu and said, "Yun Nian said that he wanted to come to the pavilion on the mountain road today to let me watch him practice swords, and this dress is also dressed like this at home...".

"Hmm... Miss Qiao was still dressed up sassy and handsome yesterday, Yun Nian sent someone to the inn last night to say that I was invited to go up the mountain to enjoy the scenery today," Lin Manliu nodded to him and said.

After reviewing the situation, the two of them understood that they had been tricked by Qiao Yunnian and deceived the two of them into the mountain road pavilion. The two of them could only be embarrassed and speechless in the pavilion, Qiao Kesi should have felt too silent and said loudly: "I see that Lin Shaoxia never leaves the long sword behind his back when he goes out, and he wraps it in black cloth and does not show it to outsiders, he should have a certain attainment in swordsmanship, it is better for me to watch Lin Shaoxia practice swords, maybe I can give some pointers."

Lin Manliu nodded, walked out of the pavilion and untied the black cloth strip behind him and held it in his hand, when he picked up the black cloth strip sword hilt, it seemed to be a different person, Qiao Kesi couldn't help but marvel at this scene, this is what this short-shirted young man really looks like when he holds the sword.

But then I saw the short-shirted young man swinging the sword and gradually became puzzled, every move and style were so familiar, especially when the left and right hands exchanged the movements of holding the sword, which one of the movements of lifting the sword body upside down and lifting it forward suddenly said: "The sword is exhausted ...... Huanglong?" ”。

Lin Man Liuye immediately stopped swinging his sword when he heard the stop, looked at Qiao Kesi suspiciously, and asked, "Miss Qiao also knows this trick?" ”。

"This move is the starting style of my Sword Casting Peak Sword Thirteen Potentials routine, although it is well known to outsiders, it is easy to imitate, but the strength and timing are not grasped, and these are not practiced and passed on orally in the door, there is no such feeling," Qiao Kesi explained again with puzzled eyes in his eyes.

The master didn't say that he was a Jiangnan swordsman, why did he teach me the sword casting peak swordsmanship, the current situation of the sword casting peak is not yet known, and the identity of the master cannot be exposed, so I will find a reason to deal with the past later.

"This trick is a master who passed by Fengcheng and said that I have the qualification to learn swords, and he taught me casually in his spare time," Lin Manliu paused and said.

"I see, it may be my disciple who traveled far away a few years ago" Qiao Kesi dispelled the doubts in his heart.

The two looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh together because of the sudden end of the discussion.

"I see that you haven't practiced swords for a long time, there are a few strengths that are different from what I learned before, since our sword moves are all from the Sword Casting Peak, you can call me a senior sister so that it doesn't look rusty, and I will guide you to improve it" Qiao Kesi said to Lin Manliu outside the pavilion suddenly.

"Senior Sister Qiao is good" Lin Manliu immediately replied, if you don't go down this step at this time, there may be no steps after that.

After that, it became, the short-shirted young man practiced the sword outside the pavilion with a strip of black cloth, and Qiao Kesi in the pavilion broke a branch at will to point him out, but then found that the strength or timing of the four styles performed by Lin Manliu was much better than Qiao Kesi expected, and there were some places that could even be used by himself to practice and correct, which made Qiao Kesi couldn't help but sigh that he didn't know that it was the outstanding disciple in the mountains who traveled far away in southern Xinjiang.

Somewhere among the flowers on the hillside, a little boy had been lying on his stomach, looking at the scene in front of him with annoyance.

"One elm has a head and the other can only practice swords, what's the matter with these two people, I'm angry and I'm angry, I thought I was about to have a brother-in-law," the little boy hammered the ground and said non-stop.