Lin Pingzhi looked back at him vigilantly and did not speak.

Song Qingshu was bored, but he didn't care, and continued: "I have a set of swordsmanship here, and I will show you the whole thing, and I want to learn it from you." ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for the other party to answer, the wooden sword was unsheathed, the sword walked lightly, and he showed him the one-move one-move drill of the Wuyue Divine Sword that he had summarized.

At first, Lin Pingzhi thought that the other party was teasing him, but after watching it for a while, he found that the other party was really demonstrating a set of exquisite swordsmanship to him, and it was much more advanced than what the master taught them on weekdays.

With the other party's drill, Lin Pingzhi's sideburns sweated slightly, he only felt that he remembered this move, and forgot that move, after dozens of moves, he even forgot the move he remembered before, and he couldn't help but think that he had a deep hatred of blood, and now that he had advanced martial arts in front of him, he couldn't remember it stupidly, and endless regret and despair arose.

After Song Qingshu finished the demonstration, he looked at Lin Pingzhi, who was sweating profusely, and asked, "How many percent do you remember?"

Lin Pingzhi's lips were bitten out of blood by his teeth, and he said in annoyance: "I haven't remembered a layer." ”

This time it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned, and subconsciously said: "It's really a pig that wants to worship you as the king." ”

Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi's face was even more embarrassed, and after a burst of blue and a burst of red, it suddenly turned blue-gray, and it was so white that it was oozing.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's appearance, Song Qingshu seemed to see the scene in his previous life when he went to find a martial artist to learn what Baguazhang on a whim. Before I learned it, I fantasized that I was a genius like the protagonist of martial arts novels, and I would be able to read it once. As a result, the martial artist taught him one move at a time, and after seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was, and the frustration of the contrast made him unforgettable.

Song Qingshu showed a smile and comforted: "Your martial arts are too low now, and it is no wonder that you can't remember these advanced swordsmanship, well, I have a way, you look into my eyes." ”

Lin Ping subconsciously raised his head and saw the other party's dark and deep pupils, his eyes suddenly began to become confused, and the whole person seemed to have entered a void space.

Suddenly, the figure of Song Qingshu appeared in front of him, only to see the other party smile, and said: "I am now using the soul transfer technique to imprint the sword technique in your mind, but this is not your own after all, it is just convenient for you to inquire when you are in doubt, only when you understand it, can you really learn this set of sword techniques." ”

Lin Pingzhi heard it in a fog, and there were thousands of doubts in his heart, and before he could speak, the other party practiced that set of swordsmanship again, and hurriedly memorized it.

I don't know what Lu Dao is for, this time I just feel like an initiation, a set of swordsmanship, and I remember every detail clearly.

There was a snapping sound in his ears, Lin Pingzhi woke up from the chaos, his mind moved, every move and style of swordsmanship clearly appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but look at Song Qingshu in surprise: "I remember, I remember!"

"Your martial arts foundation is too poor, you can only find Yu Cang's poster revenge after practicing this set of swordsmanship for three years, remember to remember! If you can learn your Huashan Zixia Gong halfway, with internal strength as the foundation, you should be able to get twice the result with half the effort." Song Qingshu thought for a while and said to him solemnly.

"Three years?" Lin Pingzhi was pleasantly surprised, with his current martial arts speed, I am afraid that Yu Canghai may not be able to take revenge before he dies of old age, and now Song Qingshu told him that after three years of hard training, he will be able to get what he wants, how can he not be ecstatic.

"By the way, don't tell anyone about teaching you martial arts, including your master. Thinking of the scheming Yue Buqun, Song Qingshu was still a little worried.

"Well, Engong is very gracious, Pingzhi will never forget!" Lin Pingzhi knelt on the ground and kowtowed respectfully.

"You don't have to, it's just a gesture for me. Song Qingshu dodged sideways.

"Engong's efforts are rebuilt for Pingzhi. Lin Pingzhi said.

"Okay, go back quickly, otherwise that Miss Yue is probably about to make a fuss. Song Qingshu said jokingly.

Lin Pingzhi's face turned red, and he had just taken a few steps to the school field, when he suddenly turned around and asked with a complicated expression, "Why did Engong help me?"

"In the original world, you and I are both pitiful people, maybe we are sympathetic to each other. When he said this, Song Qingshu felt like a world away.

Lin Pingzhi nodded as if he didn't understand, and greeted Yue Lingshan who ran over......

Back in the Sword Qi Chongxiao Hall, Yue Buqun and Mu Renqing had already discussed it properly, and decided to go up the cliff together to visit Feng Qingyang.

Although Feng Qingyang belonged to the Sword Sect, Yue Buqun thought that if there was really a swordsmanship master uncle who lived in seclusion in Huashan, then he naturally didn't have to worry all day long that Huashan would be directly destroyed by Zuo Lengchan, so he was also eager to go to Siguo Cliff to verify Feng Qingyang's existence.

After the group came to Siguo Cliff, Mu Renqing used his internal strength to spread the voice all over the top of the mountain: "Mu Renqing, a junior of Huashan Sword Sect, asks to see Uncle Xiao." ”

Yue Buqun on the side secretly admired that although the Sword Sect emphasized the sword technique and neglected the internal force cultivation, the mixed yuan skill they practiced was really not under the Qi Sect's Zixia Divine Skill.

Mu Renqing shouted three times in a row, but he didn't react at all when he thought about it, and the group looked at each other, staring at Song Qingshu one after another, and even Xia Qingqing began to be suspicious.

Seeing Xia Qingqing's expression, Song Qingshu smiled bitterly and shrugged: "For you, I'm going to let go." ”

After speaking, he was angry and dantian, and roared with more majestic internal force: "Old man Feng, I'm back again, I was careless last time, and I just lost your move, this time I won't show mercy, come on, come on, let's fight for three hundred rounds......"

Xia Qingqing heard a black line, and the faces of the people in the Huashan faction were not good-looking, and at this time, a cold snort came: "I can't help myself!"

The voice seemed to be soft and weak, but it could clearly reach everyone's ears in Song Qingshu's thunderous roar, and Yue Buqun's face changed: I didn't expect that the cultivation of the Mixed Yuan Skill to the extreme was this realm.

As soon as the words fell, an old man with a white beard and a green robe appeared at the corner of a big stone, his expression was depressed, and his face was like gold paper.

"Disciple Mu Renqing (Yue Buqun) visits Uncle Feng. Seeing his appearance, although there was a trace of time, the two of them still couldn't recognize the little uncle who was the first in Huashan swordsmanship.

Feng Qingyang waved his sleeves, and Mu Yue and the others only felt a soft energy to help themselves up, and they were full of admiration in their hearts.

Looking at the heads of the two sects of sword qi, Feng Qingyang's expression was complicated, and he sighed: "Back then, I missed the martial arts competition of the two sects of sword qi, which caused the sword sect to be almost wiped out, and I really have no face to see the people of the Sword Sect again, if it weren't for ...... today" After speaking, he glared at Song Qingshu viciously.

Song Qingshu was furious by him, and hurriedly pushed Xia Qingqing forward, and said with a sneer: "This time it is your disciples and grandchildren who have something to ask you, but it's none of my business." ”