For a while, Lingyun Mountain returned to its former tranquility.

Everything is over, everyone is a little silent, there are dozens of corpses lying on the ground, most of them are these Tianzhenguan people, and there are a few sacrificed disciples of Lingyunmen, these few people in the same sect get along well on weekdays, and suddenly they are already separated by yin and yang, and everyone is silent.

The head of Lingyun ordered Lingyun's disciples to clean up these corpses, and the people of Tianzhenguan dragged them to the back mountain, found an inaccessible place, and buried them hastily. Several of the sacrificed disciples of Lingyunmen were buried in the cemetery in the back mountain, buried together with the masters and disciples of Lingyunmen in the past dynasties, and the tombstones were erected to briefly describe their lives.

Lin Chuyun also learned in this battle that the name of the head of Lingyun was originally called Sun Xuanwu.

"Chu Yun, how did the swordsmanship and martial arts you just made suddenly rise to such a powerful realm?" Lingyun Boss also saw Lin Chuyun's performance just now, and he was also very surprised in his heart, he knew that if it wasn't for Lin Chuyun's battle just now, Lingyun Gate would probably have been destroyed at this moment, it was Lin Chuyun who suddenly used his strength to resist the Tianzhen Sword Formation, and bought Lingyunmen precious time before the time limit of Cao Wuji's medicine taken by Tianzhen Audience had expired.

With Tianzhenguan's original ability, he naturally couldn't compete with Lingyun Gate.

Lin Chuyun bowed and said: "Master in charge, the disciple suddenly realized the swordsmanship, and he has to worship this Lingyun Divine Sword!"

"Oh, how do you say this?" Hearing him say this, the head of Lingyun said in his heart: Could it be that this sword used by Lingyun Patriarch a hundred years ago is engraved with some exercise secrets?

Lin Chuyun presented the Lingyun Sword and bowed, "Master, please take this sword and take a look!"

The head of Lingyun took the sword, but he felt that it was quite heavy, the sword body was engraved with simple patterns, and although the blade was still extremely sharp, it was nothing special compared to ordinary swords. He asked, "What's the mystery here?"

At the same time, with a wave of his hand, the head of Lingyun ordered the rest of the disciples to retreat, leaving only the four disciples in the Lingyun Hall with Fu Kun and He Santong.

Lin Chuyun said, "Master Master, do you feel that the center of gravity of this sword is quite high?"

The head of Lingyun raised his sword and trembled, and said: "You are right, this sword is indeed the center of gravity, it can be seen that when Lingyun Patriarch was building this sword, the conditions were still very difficult, and he didn't follow the details. ”

Lin Chuyun shook his head and said: "That's not the case, Patriarch Lingyun has a reason for doing this, and the disciple is also because the long sword in his hand was broken, and he accidentally dared to pick up this sword, and he was indeed a little uncomfortable at first, but after a while, the disciple realized that the mystery of the Lingyun Divine Sword is above the center of gravity of this sword!"

"Tell me about it!"

"When the disciple used the Lingyun swordsmanship, he felt the traction of an invisible force, so he no longer controlled it, and accidentally found that with the movement of the sword's own center of gravity, many Lingyun swordsmanship can be naturally connected together, and the swordsmanship is also very different from usual, at this time, you only need to urge the internal strength, do whatever you want, you can make the swordsmanship faster and faster, and there is no need to stop and think about what to do with the next move, the seventy-two Lingyun Divine Sword, there are endless changes. Lin Chuyun said slowly.

After hearing this, the head of Lingyun pondered for a long time before he said, "What a realm to do as you like!"

He put the long sword to the test in his hand, smiled helplessly, and handed the Lingyun sword to the others, saying, "You guys try it too!"

He Santong took the long sword and tried it, and felt awkward, generally speaking, the sword is light and agile, the sword is the lightest of the weapons, and this Lingyun sword is too heavy, and the center of gravity of the sword body is too forward, which is really difficult to master.

After He Santong and Fu Kun tried, they handed the sword to the other three disciples, and the three of them pondered it one by one according to what Lin Chuyun said, Li Yixian's swordsmanship was elegant and chic, and it was naturally difficult to adapt to this kind of Lin Chuyun said that changing the sword move according to the center of gravity of the sword, Feng Yichen's sword was fierce, stressing control, and it was difficult to comprehend what Lin Chuyun said, and it was difficult to comprehend what Lin Chuyun said, and the internal strength of the two of them was not deep enough, and they could not do the continuous urging of internal strength as Lin Chuyun said.

Only Zhao Changfeng can understand what Lin Chuyun said, but it is even more difficult to show this skill.

Ling Yun laughed and said, "We are all people who have practiced martial arts for many years, and many swordsmanship habits have been formed, so I am afraid it will be difficult to comprehend what you just said." ”

Zhao Changfeng bowed and said, "Master, I'm ashamed." ”

The head of Lingyun smiled and said: "You don't have to be ashamed, how can genius be done by everyone, Chu Yun, you are really a swordsmanship wizard, my Lingyun Sect can produce a talent like you, I'm afraid it's a rare encounter in a hundred years!"

Lin Chuyun heard this, and hurriedly bowed: "The master of the head of the sect has won the award, and the disciple is just doing his best, just to protect our Lingyun Sect, and would rather die than give in!"

"Okay, a good one would rather die than give in, it seems that this Lingyun sword can only exert the greatest power in your hands, this battle to defend the mountain gate, you have made a lot of contributions, this Lingyun Patriarch used the divine sword, I will give it to you at this moment, I hope you can rely on the long sword in your hand to magnify the Lingyun lintel!"

Lin Chuyun hurriedly knelt down, raised his hands up, took the Lingyun sword, and said, "Disciple, thank you for the cultivation of the master in charge, thank you to the two senior uncles, and thank you to all the senior brothers!"

The head of Lingyun said again: "You don't have to thank you, you have made such a contribution, our Lingyunmen will naturally have clear rewards and punishments, and the three of you are the same, this desperate battle, if it weren't for you, Lingyunmen would probably be removed from the rivers and lakes, the three of you will each be rewarded with fifty taels of silver, and if you have time, go down the mountain and use the steel on the top to build a weapon at hand!"

The three of them knelt down one by one and said in unison: "Disciple thank the master of the sect, thank the two uncles!"

The head of Lingyun got up tremblingly, carried out his internal strength, and said loudly to the outside of Lingyun Palace: "All the disciples of Lingyun Sect have made great contributions this time, and the order will be passed on, all disciples of the disciple hall will be rewarded with ten taels of silver, and those who are injured will be rewarded with five taels of silver, and each disciple under the mountain will be rewarded with five taels of silver, plus one stone ration!"

As soon as this order was issued, it spread outside the Lingyun Palace, and when all the disciples heard it, they all bowed and said, "Disciple, thank the master for his reward!"

And when they had received the silver, they all went down the mountain. Lin Chuyun led this heavy sword, and his heart was agitated.

It was night, Lin Chuyun was in his small house, picked up the night light, and carefully admired this Lingyun sword in the dim light, under the faint light, the Lingyun sword flashed with a trace of black and purple light, this sword is indeed not a magic weapon, nor is it a good steel for sharpening iron like mud, but, more than a hundred years of time, Lin Chuyun felt a kind of inheritance of swordsmanship, in his heart, as if he saw the back of Lingyun Patriarch Fengyun Jianghu through time.