Lin Pingzhi copied the sword book to ward off evil spirits, but his heart was half cold, there are three unfilial pieties, and no queen is great, but there is a point of hope, and it is impossible to go from the palace! At this time, Ding Yi promised to guide the martial arts, although he always read the sword book to ward off evil spirits, he failed to practice ruthlessly, and all his efforts were tied to Ding Yi, and he only hoped that his aunt and uncle would have a way to make their skills great!

Ding Yiyi wants to pass on Lin Ping's little Wuxianggong, as soon as he said that Lin Pingzhi can't practice this skill, it turns out that Lin Ping's heart is sad about the death of his parents, and he has always had the idea of revenge, which is contrary to the concept of Xiao Wuxianggong. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ding Yi asked Wang Qianhu for leave for two consecutive days, combing martial arts for Lin Pingzhi at home, waiting for Lin Pingzhi to explain and demonstrate what he had learned, Ding Yi has become a bamboo in his chest, Lin Pingzhi learned in the dart bureau but the fist shows his legs, and officially entered the door of martial arts is in Huashan, but unfortunately the soul is blinded by hatred, only to know how to do it blindly, and not to learn embroidery in the way of carrying a bag with coolies, naturally get twice the result with half the effort, and learn nothing!

Ding Yi took some utensils, called Lin Pingzhi, and instructed him to use two chopsticks to pick up peanuts and quail eggs. Ding Yi called Yahuan Xiaolu and asked her to try it, but Xiaolu only picked up the quail egg for the first time, walked back and forth, and didn't even fall off after jumping twice! Ding Yi praised Xiaolu twice and told her to clean the ground.

patted Lin Pingzhi on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Martial arts are all the way, rigid and soft and orderly, Xiao Lu picks up the quail egg, have you ever used force? Things have physical properties, the sword is just an arm extension, you take the sword too seriously, you suffer from gains and losses, how can you practice martial arts well? Dugu Jiujian why can't you make a sword when you fight with me for more than ten moves?"

Lin Pingzhi said: "Uncle Master has a point, I want to think about it, your sword skills have too many flaws, I don't know where to start!"

Ding Yi laughed: "Smart people just think too much, people only have two hands and two feet, hands and feet stretch out, how can it be impossible to wrap the whole body, there is no flawed martial arts in this world? That martial arts may be invincible in the world? Just like a little green quail egg, if it is compared to a martial art, just touch it lightly, she will inevitably not be able to clamp it, and her whole body is full of flaws, why bother where her flaws are? You are too persistent! The enemy's flaws are the most convenient for you to start, you can start with that, what do you think? Oh, you want to say that my whole body is flawed and unsafe, haha, what about the flaws in my whole body, I keep moving, at this time the sword stabs the left, do you know if I continue to stab the left or turn into a horizontal slash in the next moment? Even if my sword is still stabbed to the left, how do you know that I don't jump up and squat down? The more natural and smooth the movement transition, the safer!"

Speaking of the rise, Ding Yi said again: "There is also a sense of rhythm, you can go to the restaurant brothel, and watch the music to see the prostitutes dance, how the rhythm of music and dance is coordinated, you must take the initiative when fighting the enemy, do not follow the rhythm of the enemy, let the enemy come according to your rhythm at any time, destroy the rhythm of the enemy, and you will have a good chance of winning." You go and dance with the prostitutes, find out how to get a feel for it, how to move them to the rhythm instead of being driven by them, to dance your own pace to the music, go and try!"

A door to martial arts opened, Lin Pingzhi seemed to understand a lot of things, but he didn't seem to understand it very well, the amount of information was a bit large, Lin Pingzhi scratched his head and went out, and really ran to the red sleeves!

In the afternoon, Lin Pingzhi's nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he came back with his head full of bags, and pulled Ding Yi to shout and jump: "I understand, I understand!"

Ye Feiqing was puzzled and asked, "What's wrong with your injury?

It turned out that Lin Pingzhi paid some money and dragged the prostitutes to dance, but he was self-reliant, jumping around with the music, the prostitutes wanted to stop him but didn't let him, and the uncle paid the money, and the prostitutes had to dance non-stop! In the evening, the prostitutes complained to the nursing home, and they had to rest for several days to earn this money, and they were so tired that they were dying of exhaustion. At first, one or two nursing homes made disrespectful remarks, but Lin Pingzhi only knew how to dance and talk to himself like a neurotic, and he didn't care. The nursing home is not angry to shoot, who knows that at this time Lin Pingzhi is thoughtless, only when the nursing home is dancing with him, the movements of the hands are not limited to swordsmanship and boxing, and the moves are natural, which is in line with the high and profound realm of the boxing scriptures: he does not move, I do not move, I intend to be the first; he moves slightly, I move first, my intention is still first; knock the nursing courtyard to the ground, the nursing courtyard gathers more and more, and then the room is surrounded by water, Lin Pingzhi's range of activities is limited, and he is suddenly shocked when he is knocked down by the nursing courtyard on the ground, why are these people falling? When I came to my senses, I couldn't enter this artistic conception anymore, I couldn't parry, and I was beaten by the nurses!

Although he was beaten, Lin Ping's heart was excited, and he was overjoyed, knowing how to go on his martial arts path. That kind of artistic conception, why bother whether he is Yangwu swordsmanship or Xiyi swordsmanship, whether he is Dugu Nine Swordsmanship or evil swordsmanship, but there is something in his heart, and the natural flow in his hands is endless, such as the waves of the river are endless, the good is like water, and the water benefits all things are not disputed, so there is no way to fight with it!

Since today's enlightenment, Lin Pingzhi has achieved a generation of everyone, known as the first martial arts of the Wuyue Sword School, and there is only one master in his heart for life, that is Ding Yi, who disappeared later!

Lin Pingzhi's expression was excited, and he knelt on the ground at the moment, respectfully kowtowed to Ding Yi three times in a row, and shouted, "Master!"

Ding Yi was embarrassed, hurriedly pulled up Lin Pingzhi, and said: "Brother Lin, slowly, you and I are the same age, although you call me uncle, in fact, you don't have to, let alone talk about master, my skills are slightly deficient compared to Zhiyue Buqun, and the gap with Feng Qingyang is even greater, how about talking about friendship with peers!"

Lin Ping's road to martial arts has been passed, as if he has put down a thousand catties of heavy burden, free and easy, and said with a smile: "I have studied martial arts for so many years, and I only touched the door today, I am really happy in my heart, you can afford this master!" Seeing that Ding Yi kept waving his hand, he had to retreat and say: "It doesn't matter if you don't agree, in my heart, you are my master, and I will return to Huashan tomorrow!"

Ding Yi and Ye Feiqing tried their best to stay, Ding's mother also liked this handsome young man very much, and tried her best to stay with Lin Pingzhi for a while, but Lin Pingzhi secretly went down the mountain, and at this time, his mind was gone, and his attitude was resolute! Ding Yiyi so that Little Red and Little Green can prepare his outfit for him!

After dinner, Lin Pingzhi returned to the bedroom and wrote hard: Gui Mei tends to be free of vain, no vain tends to be the same person, and the same person tends to be great. A to C, C to G, G to Dec. The friend of the ugly, the friend of Tatsumi, the friend of the noon. Wind and thunder are a change, mountains are a change, and water and fire are a change. The universe is excited, the shock is excited, and the separation is excited. Three increases become five, and five increases become nine...... Before dinner in the evening, Gongbi Xiaokai was done in one go, beautiful and neat, all these more than 3,000 words, it is the Dugu Nine Swords Sword Spectrum!

Put this Dugu Nine Swords and the sword spectrum he copied before on the table, leave a book and say, say goodbye today, he will come to the door to thank you after the day is completed, Dugu Nine Swords, it is redundant to him, give it to Ding Yi, to reward Ding Yi for his guidance, and ask Ding Yi to find a good successor for the nine swords, and live up to the trust of the wind and Qingyang!

Back to Huashan, Lin Pingzhi is no longer impatient, he should practice internal skills when he should practice internal skills, and practice swordsmanship when he should practice swordsmanship, but in no one's place, he groped for himself intentionally or unintentionally, and gradually achieved something in the high and profound realm of the sword, and the internal qi swordsmanship made rapid progress!

Yue Buqun studied and pondered the exquisite sword moves of the cliff, and when he was free, he always felt that he was still not the opponent of Zuo Lengchan of the Songshan faction, and he couldn't find the wind Qingyang, and he was worried about the future of Huashan.

The internal force running route of the evil sword method is very different from Zixia's divine skill, missing the key step from the palace, although he has been careful, he is still rushed up by the internal force, and the yang fire is attacked, and he is very injured, I don't know that I injured the brain marrow, the nerve in my right hand is involved, and I can't hold the long sword, and the two villains who have been fighting all year round in his heart, the Sword Sect finally lost to the Qi Sect!

At this point, Yue Buqun's right hand can no longer use the sword, although he changed to his left hand, the swordsmanship has dropped a lot, and he is not used to it at all, at this time, the divine doctor Ping has died, and Li Ghost has lived in seclusion, and he can't find it in every way, and since then he has been discouraged like death, and he no longer has the idea of fighting for power in the rivers and lakes! As soon as the ambition is gone, vigorously adopt and train the next generation of disciples, follow the good temptation, and take pleasure in this, the Huashan faction will become more prosperous!

A year later, Yue Buqun and Ning Zhong saw that Lin Ping's character was upright and his martial arts were outstanding, just like when Yue Buqun was young, he was up to a big responsibility, and he married his daughter Yue Lingshan to him, and taught him the secret of Zixia!

In another half year, Lin Pingzhi and his beloved wife Yue Lingshan rushed into the southwest Qingcheng faction, one-on-one thirty moves to kill Yu Canghai, the head of the Qingcheng faction, and killed more than ten disciples who personally participated in the slaughter of the Fuwei Dart Bureau! But seeing the grave grass and the surrounding pines and cypresses, Yue Lingshan knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, at this time Yue Lingshan knew that her husband and Ding Yi were also teachers and friends, and it was rare that she didn't scold Ding Yi again, but she just told the grave that Huashan had nothing to do with it, and only hoped that the senior brother would have a spirit in the sky and be happy to see Huashan prosperous!

Later, Yue Buqun taught him as the head of the house, and Lin Pingzhi always prepared all kinds of gifts every year, and ordered his disciples to send them to the Ding Mansion in the capital to pay New Year's greetings, and the salute was very respectful!

Lin Pingzhi left a book and two volumes, Ding Yiyi did not have a thought about Dugu Jiujian, but he didn't expect Lin Pingzhi to write Dugu Jiujian and stay. Unexpected joy, daily research, martial arts in the 100-foot pole head, one step further!