Qin Yun didn't expect that Lin Dong would leave him alone in order to teach the exercises.

However, Qin Yun was not overjoyed by this, but showed hesitation.

Whether it is a big clan or a side door, it is taboo to pass on the exercises privately, unless Qin Yun is Lin Dong's true disciple, he can accept Lin Dong's practice inheritance alone.

But not to mention whether Lin Dong is qualified to accept apprentices, Qin Yun, as a newcomer's son, also violates the precepts by studying the exercises privately, and once he is discovered, he will be severely punished.

For example, it is no problem for the children of newcomers to buy exercises from the library of the Foreign Affairs Hall to learn, but it is absolutely impossible to exchange or sell the exercises they have learned with others.

The great clans of the sect have extremely strict control over the inheritance exercises, and in addition to doing tricks on the secret book sword spectrum, the special torture hall also has corresponding heavy-handed measures.

"You don't have to worry," Lin Dong explained, "What I taught you was not the Qin Clan's martial arts swordsmanship, but the breathing technique that I had learned unintentionally before. ”

"It can't be regarded as a set of real exercises, but it can help you condense your qi from being easily noticed, and it can also make it difficult for others to see through your strength realm. ”

Qin Yun suddenly became interested.

Whether it's constricting qi or hiding strength, it's very helpful in battle, and if it's not a real exercise, then it's certainly a good thing to be able to learn the hand.

With his cleverness, he quickly thought of the reason.

Since Lin Dong was ready to bet on Qin Yun, of course he hoped that he would be as strong as possible.

However, the increase in strength is not a matter of one or two days, so if you want to win, you can only work hard from other aspects.

Qin Yun had just completed a breakthrough, and there were very few people who knew about this matter, if he could hide his strength and show the enemy's weakness, he could make the opponent suffer a loss when it came time to test his skills in the sword competition.

Lin Dong's intention is obvious, he bets on Qin Yun completely with a small and big bet, and the deeper the hole cards are hidden, the better.

"Please also ask the deacon for advice!" Qin Yun respectfully saluted Lin Dong.

No matter what the other party's purpose is, it is not a bad thing for him, and it is natural to practice the half-master ceremony.

"Hmm!"

Lin Dong was really very satisfied with Qin Yun's attitude.

The breathing technique he taught to Qin Yun was not complicated, to put it bluntly, it was a simple set of luck exercises.

But the beauty of this set of exercises lies in the fact that it can prevent the qi from being exposed, hide the divine light in the eyes, and calm the swollen sun temples, so that a martial artist in the Qi refining realm looks not much different from ordinary people.

Lin Dong only explained it twice, and Qin Yun firmly remembered it in his heart, and practiced the operation exercises once, which immediately showed the effect.

Under the restrained spirit, the originally radiant eyes became calm and deep, and the sharp qi exposed by the whole person disappeared, if he changed into a set of Confucian shirts, he could completely pretend to be a scholar.

Lin Dong was extremely satisfied: "Your talent and comprehension are really good, but it's a pity that you are a side disciple, otherwise you are fully qualified to impact the innate within three years!"

"As long as you practice this set of breathing techniques diligently, as long as you consume a little true qi in the future, you can operate on its own, and it is difficult for martial artists in the Huagang realm to see through it, of course, if the other party uses the qi machine to directly probe, it will not be able to prevent it. ”

This deacon of the guest hall has a smile in his eyes, and his attitude is kind, and there is still a little bit of the seriousness and rigidity of a cold-faced deacon.

Qin Yun thanked him again, and Lin Dong told him a few more words before letting him go.

A quiet night.

The next morning, when Blue Jade City was still shrouded in a faint morning mist, a convoy quietly walked out of the city gate that had just been opened.

This team is naturally the Qin Clan's caravan.

Compared to when they came, the number of carriages was one-third less, but the number of guards had increased considerably, and there were more than a dozen elite swordsmen.

Lin Dong was still the leader of the caravan, but his attitude towards the caravan members had changed and he had become more severe.

As soon as the convoy was on the road, Lin Dong kept urging to speed up, and the carriage carrying the goods went straight to the east, and entered the mountains in the afternoon.

Before entering the mountain trail, another group of centaurs joined the group.

The number of new samurai was even larger, and they wore the black armor of the Hakka Hall, and they were fierce and muscular on horseback crossbows.

After entering the mountains, some of the samurai took on the task of scouting.

And their addition made the atmosphere in the caravan a little strange.

Lin Dong told the somewhat uneasy newcomers that the caravan had brought back to Qianchao City this time was a jade rough stone, which was worth far more than the supplies brought before, so it was very likely to attract bandits to covet it.

Therefore, he asked everyone to be vigilant and ready to fight at any time.

The children of the Foreign Affairs Hall all changed their weapons and sat on the carriage shelves, all of them staring at the sides of the mountain road with wide eyes and wariness.

The dense forests obscured the view, and there were so many places for the bandits to hide that the mere stress of the day was enough to make people tired.

This time, Qin Yun didn't practice the Thousand Miles Divine Walk again, and squeezed into the carriage like everyone else.

It's just that he has been silently practicing the breathing technique all along, because the exercises are simple and there is no danger of going mad, so he doesn't have to worry about being disturbed.

The caravan traveled during the day and rested at night, and in the morning it set up camp before dawn, much faster than when it came.

Two days passed, and the road was relatively calm, but the vigilance of the convoy did not relax in the slightest, and the Keqingtang warriors who acted as scouts appeared from time to time, and then disappeared into the reckless mountains.

"Brother Qin Yun, I always feel that something is wrong, it seems that something is going to happen. ”

In the carriage behind, Qin Liren, who was sitting next to Qin Yun, looked left and right, his expression revealing a trace of unease.

Not only him, but Qin Yun also felt something.

In fact, since yesterday afternoon, he has vaguely felt that in the midst of these mountains and forests, a pair of ill-intentioned eyes are coldly watching the convoy, watching all of them.

This feeling was subtle, but it wasn't necessarily an illusion for no reason, because Qin Yun noticed that Lin Dong and several other masters of the Keqing Hall were also very vigilant, and their hands almost never left the hilt of the sword.

Intuition told Qin Yun that this return trip was not easy!

Qin Liren's voice was very soft, but he was still heard by another newcomer's son.

The other party immediately sneered and said, "What are you afraid of? With Deacon Lin and so many masters of the Keqing Hall, that hairy thief is robbing the Dao without opening his eyes, just let us try the sword edge!"

He glanced at Qin Liren contemptuously: "Only cowards are afraid of fighting, when the time comes, you shrink under the carriage and see how we kill the enemy!"

The others all laughed when they heard it, and Qin Liren blushed and wanted to argue with them, but was stopped by Qin Yun.

"Don't quarrel with them" Qin Yun lowered his voice and said: "I also feel like this, if you really encounter danger, you must not rush forward stupidly, the most important thing is to save your life!"

If there were really bandits attacking the convoy, then it would definitely not be the weak ones who came - how could ordinary bandits dare to pull out the tiger whiskers of the Qin clan?

Then with the strength of Qin Liren and other newcomers, rushing to kill is tantamount to death.

Because in terms of combat experience, they are not as good as ordinary bandits and horse thieves who lick blood with knives, and they are extremely dangerous when they encounter opponents of the same level.

Qin Liren was stunned for a moment, and then nodded silently.

If someone else said this, he would definitely feel that he was being despised but Qin Yun was different.

He is very respectful of Qin Yun now, and he can also realize that his strength is still very poor, so what Qin Yun said about saving his life first is not wrong.

"Of course, if things come to an end, there is no way to avoid them" Qin Yun smiled faintly and said: "We should fight to the death and live up to the name of men!"

He said it plainly, but when Qin Liren heard it in his ears, his heart suddenly surged with blood, and he couldn't help but clench the hilt of his sword.

Shout!

A sharp warning whistle sounded in the mountains and forests ahead.

Suddenly, a mutation protruded!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

I saw that in the mountains and woods on both sides of the mountain road, figures flashed rapidly, and one after another feathered arrows shot condescendingly at the convoy!

"Enemy attack!"

A Hakka warrior roared angrily, grabbing the shield hanging from the saddle, and with the other hand skillfully wound the crossbow in retaliation.

The Qin clan had mines and forge workshops, and the weapons produced were very sophisticated, so these warriors were all equipped with armor and crossbow shields, which greatly increased their combat power.

Scattered feathered arrows fell, most of which were blocked by them.

Due to the distance, these feathered arrows are not yet dangerous, once the enemy archers get close, then the threat to the convoy is greatly increased, the power of the rain of arrows is not a joke, and the shield alone cannot achieve complete protection.

You must know that the martial artists in the innate realm cannot resist the continuous attacks of strong bows and arrows.

"The Foreign Affairs Hall stays behind, the Keqing Hall attacks, give me up!" Lin Dongzhi was not surprised, and ordered loudly: "Be careful of their bows and arrows!"

But his heart was far less calm than it seemed.

Because the scout's warning came from the front, and he had men in the front and left and right of the team, and the enemy suddenly appeared from both sides, then it only means that there is something wrong with the scouts on both sides.

You must know that these scouts are the elite of the Hakka Hall, and the enemy can wipe them out silently, and their strength is definitely extraordinary.

But no matter what he thought in his heart, as the leader of the team, Lin Dong would definitely not mess up and show the slightest panic, only a calm mind could lead the crowd to defeat the enemy!

He leaped from his horse, swept like an eagle to the right side of the hill, and rushed to the thieves in one fell swoop.

Dozens of warriors jumped off their horses with their shields raised, and they divided into two teams to meet the enemy, followed by all the swordsmen.

The enemy's archers must be eliminated first, otherwise the threat will be too great, and the opponent will not be able to occupy an advantageous position.

But will these archers let the samurai rush at them?

"Ten Thousand Miles of Mighty Wind!"

At this time, a majestic and loud voice suddenly broke through the air, rolling over the mountain road like spring thunder, shaking everyone's eardrums!

Lin Dong, who fell on the hillside, was shocked, and the pupils of his eyes contracted violently.

Thousands of miles of majestic wind!

Over the mountain wind!