Early the next morning, Ling Yun came to the thatched house, bowed down and said, "Senior, now that the sun is rising in the morning, the kid should ask his seniors for advice." ”

After Ling Yun finished speaking, he didn't see any movement, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, but the next second, his body froze suddenly.

"Eat the fish first, and then talk about it after eating the fish. The voice came from behind, Ling Yun slowly turned around, and found that the middle-aged man appeared silently by the spring at some point, and in his hand, it was three Dantene skewered with bamboo sticks.

The red light lit up, and the butten fish sizzled in the flames, and after a while, the smell of meat wafted out.

Ling Yun walked in front of the middle-aged man, sat down cross-legged, took the already grilled Danten, took a bite, frowned slightly, and then stretched it out, and said lightly: "Seniors have magical powers, the kid admires them." ”

"It's just a small path, it's not enough to worry about, and when you reach my realm, you can do it at will. The middle-aged man said as he placed another skewer of grilled Dante in front of the little white fox.

The little white fox chirped twice, apparently protesting against eating the same food every day, but it was just protesting, and finally it ate it.

But the tench is neither big nor small, and it has already been eaten in a moment, Ling Yun breathed a little, opened his eyes, and looked at the middle-aged man with a shining expression.

"I see. The middle-aged man stood up, picked up a bamboo skewer for grilling fish, and said lightly: "If you have a sword in your heart, everything can be a sword, you can use the sword." ”

Ling Yun shook his head, he put away the Xuangang long sword, and picked up the bamboo stick like a middle-aged man, and arched his hand at the middle-aged man: "Senior Gaode, the kid naturally can't take advantage of the weapon, and he will sign instead of the sword and meet with the senior." ”

"Okay, then, let's get started, it's up to you to make the move. The middle-aged man obviously regarded this competition as a guide to the juniors, and intended to give in.

"Don't regret it, seniors. As soon as Ling Yun's voice fell, his toes touched the ground, and the bamboo stick in his hand was like a green dragon coming out of the water, stabbing straight at the middle-aged man.

As soon as this master shot, he knew if there was any, Lingyun's sword seemed ordinary, but it secretly sealed all the middle-aged man's vacancy, if he met an ordinary master, in the face of this sword, he could only choose to retreat and avoid, but the middle-aged man was different, he called out well, and then pulled the bamboo stick, and met Lingyun with the bamboo stick accurately.

The two of them just tried swordsmanship, and did not mobilize the true yuan, the two bamboo sticks changed at the touch of a touch, the middle-aged man manipulated the bamboo stick around the sword and rotated it lightly, wanting to get Ling Yun's bamboo stick out of his hand, but who is Ling Yun, how can he let him get his wish, I saw Ling Yun's right arm shake, together with the sign body trembling, at this moment, the middle-aged man's face changed slightly, immediately clenched the bamboo stick, and put it back, but he almost let it go.

Master duel, there are no gorgeous special effects, and the sword light in the sky seems to be plain, but it is back to basics.

What surprised the middle-aged man was that he lost half a move.

"So I underestimated you. The middle-aged man's face was straight, and he no longer dared to underestimate the young man in front of him.

How long has it been, I haven't met an opponent with him, the middle-aged man pulled the sword flower, and his body became inexplicably excited, originally he just planned to point out the swordsmanship of this junior, and also send it to the field, but he didn't want the other party's swordsmanship to be far beyond his expectations.

Different from the mood of the middle-aged man, Ling Yun secretly had some doubts, this middle-aged man didn't know where to come from, but the move he made just now was obviously from the Shushan swordsmanship's wrist winding sword style, if it weren't for his familiarity with this move, if he broke it with the swinging sword style shaking sword, most of the people who had just lost were him.

After the two fought this time, they finally did not despise each other.

"Pick up the sword, take the chestnut from the fire. This time it was the turn of the middle-aged man to take out the sword first, but after a sword, Ling Yun frowned again, the sword style, it turned out to be the Shushan swordsmanship, how could it be possible, could it be that the ancestor still has descendants, this middle-aged man is a descendant of Shushan?

The bamboo skewer turned into a shadow, bringing up sparks and stabbing itself.

Seeing that this time he was about to hit solidly, Ling Yun was not afraid of danger, connected the dots under his feet, and instantly avoided the middle-aged man's bamboo sticks, and at the same time, Ling Yun's body squatted, and the bamboo sticks swept and slashed at the middle-aged man's waist.

The middle-aged man's eyes moved, his waist twisted, and by inertia, his body suddenly rotated, and the bamboo stick in his hand split up and down.

"Smack"

The two bamboo sticks intersected together for the second time, making a crisp sound, Ling Yun only felt that his wrist was slightly sore, and immediately put away his sword, slapped the ground with his left hand, and suddenly jumped up, and the next moment, he held the sword with both hands, and also split it up and down, aiming directly at the middle-aged man's forehead.

Between the lightning and flint, the middle-aged man's right hand shook, and the bamboo stick flew out instantly, and he held it forward with his left hand, just holding it, and then instantly turned around and stabbed Ling Yun's wrist.

Ling Yun snorted coldly, and suddenly changed his move, the direction of the sword scabbard that was originally split changed and also stabbed at the wrist of the middle-aged man......

Seeing that the two sides were about to meet, the two of them moved slightly in their hearts, and at the same time collected their swords, Lingyun fell to the ground, and the middle-aged man looked at each other, and a smile appeared on his face.

In fact, the duel between top swordsmen can often see the winner in a few moves, and Ling Yun's two duels with the middle-aged man ended in a draw.

"I have a question. ”

Coincidentally, Ling Yun and the middle-aged man spoke at the same time, and the words they said were word for word.

"The seniors said first. Out of politeness, Ling Yun said.

"Little friend, you can cultivate into a sword heart. Although the middle-aged man asked, he actually had the answer in his heart.

Ling Yun nodded: "Naturally." ”

"Sure enough, he is a young hero, and he sees that Xiaoyou is only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he doesn't want to practice sword heart, which is wonderful. The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed.

The middle-aged man's praise made Ling Yun a little embarrassed, he was a human being in two lives, and he was already in his twenties when he comprehended the sword heart in his previous life, of course, seventeen or eighteen, which is not much different from being in his twenties.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but ask again, "I don't know what your sword heart is?"

"The sword, both me. Ling Yun's answer made the middle-aged man's eyes widen, and he was speechless for a long time, different sword cultivators have different understandings of swords, and the sword hearts they have cultivated are also different, such as Lingyun, she regards the sword as a close friend, and the middle-aged man regards the sword as his own life, and Ling Yun is different, he is the sword, the sword is him, and the human sword is one.

At this time, it was Ling Yun's turn to ask: "Senior, I am quite familiar with the swordsmanship of my predecessors, isn't it Shushan swordsmanship?"

"Shushan, are you talking about Shushan, the first Xuanmen of a thousand years ago?" The middle-aged man frowned, lowered his head and pondered, for a long time, he looked at Ling Yun and shook his head and said: "I have nothing to do with Shushan, and my swordsmanship also comes from my own sect, however, I have heard Shizun mention that after Shushan fell apart, its inheritance was divided into three, one of which was divided by the nine major Xuanmen of Dongshen Kyushu, and the other was obtained by the Demon Sect, as for the third"

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