Author: Battle of Tiandu

At this time, the night sky was still drizzling, and the ground was a little slippery, but there was less choking dust than before, but there was a little more muddy smell mixed with the air.

Lin Yunchen's eyes cautiously stared at the ground, and by the light of the fire from the brazier burning under the wall, he slowly walked to the weapon rack and picked up a wooden sword that had been used several times.

Turning to the big bluestone lying on the ground not far away, motionless, he let himself wantonly chop and walk, followed by a violent ""split, stab, pick".

"Puff puff" A series of collisions between wooden swords and stones sounded one after another, and the sound waves hit the wall and bounced back, making the originally quiet small square more noisy.

Just when Lin Yunchen was concentrating on practicing swords, a patrol team of five people rushed over when they heard the sound, and saw by the light of the fire that it was a handsome man practicing swordsmanship there, so he stepped forward to ask.

After a brief conversation and inquiry, it was learned that Lin Yunchen was here to practice martial arts, and there were still people in the five-person team who had seen Lin Yunchen several times, so there was no strict interrogation, and then the five of them left and went to the backyard of Zhang's Mansion to inspect.

For the general layout of Zhang's Mansion, Lin Yunchen can roughly guess some clues, Zhang's Mansion is different from Zhao's Mansion, Zhang's Mansion seems to be unguarded, but it is actually loose on the outside and tight on the inside.

I heard that there are still more than ten guards with superb martial arts in the inner courtyard of Zhang's mansion, hidden in a hidden place, and the head of the Zhang family's family is a powerful boxing master.

After practicing for about an hour, Lin Yunchen put down the wooden sword and sat on the stone to rest for a while, when suddenly a thought flashed in his mind, "I want to try the feeling of holding the iron sword in my hand."

With an idea, he immediately got up and walked to the weapon rack, changed to a three-foot long sword with a sheath, and held the blade drawn from the hilt with his right hand, and the iron sword suddenly showed its edge, and the cold light flashed.

Lin Yunchen used the palm of his right hand, which was already full of calluses, tightly holding the iron sword parallel to the front, as if the iron sword had spirituality at this moment, "A sword sound like fighting in the army of thousands of troops on the battlefield sounded in his mind."

Lin Yunchen was so tight, holding the hilt of the iron sword, his eyes were hooked, staring at the sharp tip of the sword, his eyes seemed to be full of fierce murderous aura, in less than half an hour, Lin Yunchen's right hand was finally a little physically exhausted, Lin Yunchen put down the iron sword and inserted it back into the scabbard, and put it back on the weapon rack.

Whenever he thought of the moment when he used his sword to avenge his parents, Lin Yunchen was excited in his heart, but when he thought of those bandits, there were dozens or hundreds of people, and there were many of them, and they were outnumbered by themselves, I am afraid that they were not the opponents of those bandits, so he hurried to think of a useful way.

When Fang was holding the iron sword, Lin Yunchen inexplicably had a terrible feeling of the abyss in front of him and the hell behind him, this feeling made Lin Yunchen feel palpitations and was very uncomfortable, as if he had done something similar a long, long time ago, and had an obsession with the sword engraved in his bones.

"Hey, it doesn't matter, being able to take revenge is the top priority at the moment", Lin Yunchen shook his head vigorously, his eyes blinking up and down quickly, wanting to get rid of the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

Lin Yunchen was originally a scholar, and he only wanted to gain fame and benefit the people, and he didn't even dare to kill chickens, but now letting him kill people is indeed a bit difficult for him.

After Lin Yunchen said goodbye to the housekeeper of Zhang's Mansion who was guarding the gate, he returned to his room in the backyard of the restaurant, and continued to meditate cross-legged on the bed, wrapping his hands around the dantian in his lower abdomen, and cultivating the Immortal Sutra.

For about half an hour, Lin Yunchen suddenly found that there was a trace of "cool qi" in his body, stored in his lower abdomen, and he suddenly felt puzzled.

This is the first time that Lin Yunchen has felt a cool breath in his body since he has practiced the Immortal Sutra for several months, can he not cultivate his internal strength.

Lin Yunchen is usually in Zhang's Mansion, and he has also seen some introductions to the exercises of people in the martial arts, and it is recorded in the book that a certain hero practices the advanced secrets in the martial arts, and finally practices to the peak, and produces a strong internal force in the body.

And the trace of cool air in his body, whether it is internal force or not, Lin Yunchen himself is not sure, he can only wait for tomorrow night to ask Brother Zhang Cheng to see the cool air in his lower abdomen, what is it?

The next day, Lin Yunchen, who was calculating the account books in the restaurant, was absent-minded and unrelenting all day, and finally stayed up until the evening before he got better, probably because it was already rainy and sunny this afternoon!

"Fortunately, Shopkeeper Zhao is receiving distinguished guests on the third floor at this time, otherwise he will definitely be reprimanded."

The small square where Zhangfu practiced.

At a glance, seven or eight people were continuing to practice step by step according to the martial arts they had originally practiced, moving left and right, turning up and down, with momentum like a rainbow, and the sound of shouting continued.

Zhang Cheng was instructing an eleven or twelve-year-old boy to practice basic boxing techniques at this time, looking at the little boy swaying left and right, crumbling body, Zhang Cheng couldn't help laughing, waving the thin wooden strip in his hand and teaching seriously.

Lin Yunchen stepped forward, "Brother Zhang Cheng, I'll excuse you first, I have something I want to ask you about, it's about some confusion in the practice of swordsmanship."

Lin Yunchen didn't tell the truth, it's not that he doesn't believe in Zhang Cheng's personality, it's just that Yuqingzi Dao Chang, when he gave himself the Immortal Sutra, he said a sentence, "This book can't be read to anyone other than you, you must keep it for a good time, remember it."

If Daoist Yuqingzi can say such a thing, he must not be untargeted, and he will warn himself indiscriminately, there must be one who does not know the reason.

"Oh", what kind of problem is the problem in practicing swordsmanship, you can talk about it first, Zhang Cheng said to Lin Yunchen while instructing the little boy with his hands and feet.

"I seem to have practiced internal force in my body, it is a trace of coolness, as for whether it is internal force, I don't know", so I came to ask you, Brother Zhang Cheng.

"There is a trace of coolness in the body, this is impossible", Zhang Cheng shook his head again and again.

"I started practicing all kinds of martial arts when I was five years old, and I haven't practiced internal strength in my body until now, and you have only been practicing swords for more than three months, so it is impossible for this to happen."

"Let's go", I'll take you to my father, and let my father see what is going on inside you.

You first punch slowly by yourself, what won't you do, I'll teach you later, Zhang Cheng said softly to the little boy, "I'll take this big brother away first."

"Okay, Zhang Jiaoxi," the little boy said in a milky voice.

"Let's go, I'll take you to my father and let him show you." Zhang Cheng raised his hand to signal.

At this time, Zhang Cheng's father was practicing boxing in a practice room in the backyard, and the fist was full of wind, and the fist with the size of a sandbag smashed the hanging sandbag quickly and violently. The movements of the two fists were as fast as flying, heavy as thunder, and powerful, like a fierce giant ape that had gone crazy.