Martial arts is like a mountain, when you climb a mountain, you can't help but want to climb the next mountain. It's just that many people can't get out of their own hill for the rest of their lives because of the problem of chance.

Lin Pingzhi has talent, tenacity, and heart, and what he lacks is just an opportunity, a chance to see higher and farther.

The rich young master, in addition to riding horses and hunting, is to drink tea and listen to books.

In the mouth of the storyteller, there is a magnificent, chivalrous and tender rivers and lakes. It can be said that in the first half of Lin Pingzhi's life, he always thought that what he lived in was that Jianghu.

Until that day, the real sword light, the real sword shadow, and the real rivers and lakes came to the face. It came too quickly, too suddenly, everything he had yesterday was lost in one day, and the once glorious young master became a prisoner under the stairs.

Lin Pingzhi doubted that everything he had insisted on was wrong, however, what are the rivers and lakes? No one will ever answer this question, you have to see it for yourself, with your own heart.

The night is as cool as water, the west wind is still there, and the small inn is shrouded in patches of black curtains. Even the three or two banyan trees that appeared outside the courtyard from time to time seemed to be drowsy under this dull atmosphere.

"It's dry, be careful of the candle ......"

There was a shout from outside the wall, and Lin Pingzhi wrapped the clothes that were no longer precious and slightly thin.

The moon is bright in the sky, and the moon is shining, however, just like his life, the light is always shrouded in darkness, and he cannot see his original appearance.

"What are you doing?"

The familiar voice from behind woke up Lin Pingzhi, who was sitting alone on the steps and looking at the moon alone, and turned his head sideways, Jiang Feng had already sat beside him.

With his brows furrowed and his eyebrows furrowed, Lin Pingzhi suddenly sighed and asked Jiang Feng with a long sigh: "Brother Jiang, what do you say are the rivers and lakes? Where is justice and justice?"

"Jianghu ......"

At this time, Jiang Feng looked around, then pointed to the back door of the inn, and said: "The world outside the door is the rivers and lakes!"

"The world outside the door?" Lin Pingzhizi looked at it carefully for a long time, however, it was just a door, a very ordinary, very cheap door. Outside the door at this time, except for the husband who is gradually moving away, there should be a silence.

"I don't understand?"

Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, and knowing is knowing.

It's not wrong to not understand, but it's wrong to pretend to understand if you don't understand.

Jiang Feng suddenly stood up at this time and walked to the center of the small courtyard under Lin Pingzhi's gaze. The moonlight shrouded his figure in a hazy silver arc, which seemed to be beyond the fireworks of the world.

A sword appeared in Jiang Feng's hand at this time, it was not a good sword, it was a little thin and a little rusty, not to mention Hengyang City, where there were blacksmiths in the world, it was probably possible to buy it. The only thing that should be that it was soft enough that Jiang Feng stretched it out gently, and the tip of the sword was pressed by his own weight.

"Big waves", "Collapse of mountains and destroying stones", "Spring breeze willows"......

As Jiang Feng's figure flickered, it was a familiar and unfamiliar swordsmanship that moved Lin Pingzhi. said that he was familiar because these sword moves were all evolved from his Lin family's seventy-two ways of warding off evil spirits. said that it was strange, because of the moves of his Lin family's swordsmanship to ward off evil spirits, Lin Pingzhi had been under the guidance and supervision of Lin Zhennan since he was a child, and he had already been ripe and knew everything. However, among these moves, which were not very strange, because of the ancient nature of the soft sword in Jiang Feng's hand, there would suddenly be some more wonderful changes. Sometimes it seems like a storm, sometimes it seems to be calm, but a sword strikes, or bends or stretches, straight and unpredictable.

After Jiang Feng used a soft sword to use seventy-one swordsmanship to ward off evil spirits, he suddenly stepped a little, and the whole person flew in front of Lin Pingzhi. The long sword in his hand shook, like a spirit snake dancing wildly, and it was like a brilliant sword light enveloping Lin Pingzhi in an instant.

Just when Lin Pingzhi was stunned by the sword light, Jiang Feng's voice suddenly came to his ears.

"Remember, the sword goes sideways, wins for a while, can't win a lifetime, rather take it in the straight than seek it in the song!

Your Lin family's evil sword technique was born from the Sun Moon God Sect's Zhen Sect's peerless sunflower treasure book, which is the world's first-class evil sect swordsmanship, and you follow the normal martial arts path, even if you practice for a lifetime, you can't practice any clever kung fu.

I use a soft sword combined with the stunt of the Black Stone Wheel King to transform it into a soft sword kung fu, and the sword moves to the edge, unexpected, you remember it well, practice hard, and one day you can protect yourself in the martial arts.

However, the sword technique of warding off evil spirits has not been exhausted in the seventy-two paths, and I have made a move based on this, hoping that one day, you can comprehend the true meaning of this sword!"

After saying that, Jiang Feng's figure moved again, and it was already flat from the ground, and a sword was in the air.

That Lin Pingzhi's eyes were firmly fixed on Jiang Feng's every movement at this time, but he saw a ray of light emanating from Jiang Feng's hand, as if he wanted to tear through the darkness, tear the blood, and tear all the living beings under this sword.

"Sweep the demons and evils, and slash the demons with one sword!"

Seeing Yilin, Jiang Feng remembered that town, the place where Jiang Feng's rivers and lakes began, the place where blood and fire were swallowed. A sword is out, the original intention is still there, and the rivers and lakes are cold.

"Brother Jiang, I ......"

"It's nothing, in fact, I have long seen that along the way, you actually want to learn a sufficiently advanced martial art. Speaking of which, my sword technique can be regarded as a sword technique born from your Lin family's evil sword technique, for you, as long as you master the key to it, you will soon be able to form a power.

However, the seventy-two moves in front of this swordsmanship are weird, the sword goes sideways, and it fights with people, all by surprise. Once you finish it all at once, the power will be much less than before, so remember that even if you practice this set of swordsmanship, as long as you don't practice the last move, don't do it lightly!"

"Okay, Brother Jiang, I remember!"

The moon moved and the stars moved, and in the small courtyard, Jiang Feng explained the sword technique he had created bit by bit, and all of them explained in detail to Lin Ping.

Lin Pingzhi also knew that such an opportunity was not easy to come by, and one of them taught with his heart and the other learned with his heart. After staying for nearly five watches, Lin Pingzhi returned to the room.

Before closing his eyes, a move and sword technique taught by Jiang Feng flashed in his mind, and Lin Pingzhi had a feeling like he was in a dream.

At this time, on the roof of the inn, Jiang Feng was leaning at the moonlight that was about to fall, looking up, the crisp wine was slowly poured in, and after a while, he looked at the direction of Lin Pingzhi's room, and said to himself: "There are fewer and fewer good children on the rivers and lakes, but there are more and more big bad guys like me, I hope you can practice that last sword well!" (To be continued.) )