Freeze the air and produce water, and condense the water into ice!

On Wudang Mountain, in order to repay the kindness of two days of care, Lin Ping's art Song Qingshu, the moment the ice sword was in his hand, the breath of the whole person suddenly underwent earth-shaking changes.

Rise, step, turn your hands, raise your sword!

At the beginning, the sword momentum continued to rise, such as pulling up a mountain peak on the ground, to the peak, straight into the sky, splitting the light and turning into shadows, as if the two of them were holding the cloud sword side by side, and stirring the wind and clouds.

Song Qingshu was already stunned.

As the son of Song Yuanqiao, the head of the Wudang Seven Heroes, he can be regarded as a famous family, except for Zhang Cuishan, who has been missing for ten years, and Yu Daiyan, who is quadriplegic, not only can he often see his father Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu, the four uncles practicing martial arts and swords, and even occasionally being able to see Master Zhang Sanfeng practicing martial arts and swords, so although he is young, his eyesight is not low.

"I didn't expect this person's swordsmanship to be so skillful?!"

As the saying goes, if you don't look at it, you don't know, you are startled when you see it, Song Qingshu never thought that Lin Pingzhi, who looks like a woman, has excellent swordsmanship, and he seems to be above his father and several uncles!

In a flash, a set of swordsmanship had been practiced, and the ice sword in Lin Pingzhi's hand disintegrated, and in an instant, it turned into a puff of mist, diffused in the air, and disappeared without a trace when the wind blew.

"How about it, my swordsmanship is okay, right?"

Lin Pingzhi clapped his hands and asked Song Qing with a smile.

It wasn't until this time that Song Qing came back to his senses, he screamed, and asked with some surprise: "You, what kind of swordsmanship are you?"

"The sword technique of warding off evil spirits. ”

A strange look appeared on Lin Pingzhi's face, and he said with a little ill-will: "How about it, do you want to learn? If you want to learn, I can teach you!"

"Evil sword technique?"

Hearing this, for some reason, Song Qingshu suddenly felt a chill in his crotch, and at that moment, he hurriedly shook his head and refused: "No, no, I still don't learn your evil sword technique." ”

"Hah!"

Seeing this, Lin Pingzhi couldn't help but chuckle, he said: "Okay, I won't tease you, this sword technique is called Taiyi Light Splitting Sword, which was created after my martial arts mastery, it should be no worse than your Wudang faction's inheritance sword technique, I will give it to you later, and it will be counted as your little devil's reward for taking care of me for two days." ”

Song Qingshu was taken aback and said, "Do you really want to hand over this Taiyi Light Splitting Sword Technique to me?" Although he had not heard of this sword technique from his father and several senior uncles, through Fang Cai's observation, he already knew that this Taiyi Light Splitting Sword was very powerful, and it was only stronger than the sword technique inherited by their Wudang faction.

"When the husband speaks, it is difficult to chase the horse after him, so is there any fake?"

Lin Pingzhi is not a procrastinator, he preaches and teaches, and immediately broke two branches on the tree in the courtyard, and taught Song Qingshu in the courtyard.

Don't look at Song Qingshu's poor performance in the original book, in fact, his talent is not bad, it's just that the kung fu of the Wudang faction belongs to Taoism, the older he gets, the faster the speed of martial arts improvement, Song Qingshu can be in his twenties, and his martial arts cultivation is almost catching up with his seventh uncle Mo Shenggu, which is definitely qualified to be a genius.

It's a pity that no matter how talented he is, when he encounters Zhang Wuji, the protagonist of the hanging, he can only be overshadowed.

But that's a matter of the future, now Song Qingshu is still a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, just in his youth, smart and studious, he has a bit of a genius tsundere, which is understandable, anyway, at least for Lin Pingzhi, teaching a genius is less effort than teaching a fool.

Unconsciously, half a day has passed, although Song Qingshu is only familiar with the swordsmanship, but this performance is actually very good, much stronger than when the original body first learned swordsmanship in Huashan.

"Qingshu! Qingshu!"

Seeing that it was getting late, a young Taoist priest came over, and when he arrived at the gate of the courtyard, he saw that Lin Pingzhi had woken up, and he couldn't help but be stunned, but soon he reacted and said with a smile: "This brother, it turns out that you have woken up!"

As he spoke, he secretly glared at Song Qingshu, and said with a bit of blame: "You kid, let you take care of people here, and you don't know how to tell your elders when you wake up." ”

Song Qingshu scratched his head, and replied with some embarrassment: "I was busy learning swordsmanship with Brother Lin just now, but I forgot about this matter, Uncle Seven, please don't tell my father, otherwise he should punish me to carry water and firewood again." ”

"You kid. ”

The young Taoist priest scolded with a smile, and hurriedly said to Lin Pingdao: "This brother, the child is not sensible, let you laugh, in the Lower Mosheng Valley, add to the seventh disciple of the family teacher, I don't know what to call Brother Tai?"

"Lin Pingzhi. ”

Seeing that although Mo Shenggu was young and vigorous, he was treating people and things, and his words and deeds were polite, Lin Ping's heart couldn't help but secretly praise, this is the correct way to open a decent young man, and he hurriedly responded: "Thanks to your faction Zhang Wuxia to save him, he has not been able to thank him in person, and I have been bothered to take care of this Song Qingshu friend for two days, I taught him some superficial Jianghu style as a reward, and it is not comparable to the magic skills of the Wudang faction." ”

"Where. ”

Mo Shenggu said humbly: "Qingshu, this child is the only son of my senior brother, and he is a little too spoiled, and it is his blessing to be favored by Brother Lin and pass on his swordsmanship." Speaking of this, he seemed to think of something, and hurriedly said no, "Me too, I was too happy to see Brother Lin wake up, but I forgot, now that it's time to eat, since Brother Lin has woken up, I also invite Brother Lin to go to the canteen to eat together." ”

"Thank you. ”

Lin Pingzhi thought that since he woke up, he hadn't eaten a drop of water and food, and he was indeed a little hungry, so he was not polite at the moment, and followed Mo Shenggu and Song Qingshu to the canteen of the Wudang faction.

At this time, the Wudang faction has Zhang Sanfeng, a Taishan Beidou, is very prosperous, and there are three or four hundred disciples who practice martial arts and sword practice alone, and the spacious canteen is full. However, Lin Pingzhi was a guest after all, so naturally he couldn't sit in the dining hall and eat with these disciples.

"Brother Lin, please come with me!"

Mo Shenggu said with a smile: "Today coincides with the departure of the family teacher, and the fifth senior brother and the fifth sister-in-law are also there, so they found you when they returned to the mountain and brought you up the mountain." Speaking of this, he seemed to remember something, and asked with a little curiosity: "By the way, Brother Lin, how could you be in a coma at the foot of Wudang Mountain." ”

"This ........."

Lin Ping was still happy to meet Zhang Sanfeng, the peerless grandmaster, for a second before, but he didn't expect Mo Shenggu to ask again, seemingly caring, but in fact he wanted to explore Lin Pingzhi's experience.

Fortunately, Lin Pingzhi is not a rookie who has just entered the rivers and lakes, he immediately reacted and replied: "I am ashamed to say that I heard that Zhang Zhenren's 100th birthday is approaching, so I specially came to Wudang Mountain and wanted to visit Zhang Zhenren, but I didn't think about it, I met a mortal enemy on the way, and I fought to the death with him, although he was solved, he was also seriously injured, his skills were exhausted, and he came to the foot of Wudang Mountain in a trance, and he lost consciousness." ”

"I see. ”

Mo Shenggu nodded, and recognized Lin Pingzhi's answer, neither asking nor questioning, but instead stretched out his hand to make an invitation, and said to Lin Pingzhi: "Brother Lin, please!"

Lin Pingzhi arched his hand to him, and then passed through the portal and stepped into the inner hall, where there was a big round table, the table was full of wine and food, and the surrounding was full of people.

Although he had never seen it before, Lin Pingzhi knew that this was the founding patriarch of the Wudang faction, the Taishan Beidou of today's martial arts, known as the number one master in the world.......... Zhang! Three! Feng!

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