"Old Liu still has something left?" Lin Ziming watched Li Qingluo enter the inner room, and couldn't help but think about what it would be.

In the blink of an eye, Li Qingluo came out, only to see that she was holding a box that was more than a foot long and less than half a foot wide.

"I don't know exactly what it is, but when Senior Liu handed it to me ten years ago, he said that this thing was related to the Loose Sect. ”

"Ten years ago!"

When Lin Ziming was surprised, he opened the box, but saw a letter inside, and there was a jade wrench with a green body on it.

Immediately, Lin Ziming took out the jade wrench and opened the letter to take a look: My disciple personally opened, when you see this letter, it is when you return to Huangquan for the master's life. I, Liu Qingfeng, is the thirty-fifth generation of Tianji of the Ancestor of Xiaoyao...... The jade wrench finger is a token of the heavenly machine, and the heavenly machine finger is hidden inside, remember that the heavenly machine finger can only be cast three times in a lifetime, and the first time it will be used to lose a year's life, the second time is ten times the number of the previous one, and the third time is a hundred times the number.

After reading it, Lin Ziming could only say why the Patriarch was hanging so much, and he could still make a heavenly machine to point it out, but after looking at the jade wrench, he didn't know whether to accept this chicken rib heavenly finger.

"Forget it. Lin Ziming still didn't bring the jade wrench after all, but thought about making plans after handling a matter that Liu Qingfeng explained.

Then, under Li Qingluo's gaze, a fire spirit element condensed from his palm, and the letter was burned.

"Madam, the juniors still have some things to deal with, and I am afraid that I will have to leave Gusu for a while. Lin Ziming said.

"Hurried and hurried. ”

Li Qingluo did not dissuade her, but unconsciously shed a tear, turned around and entered the inner room.

"Madame, if you don't want to stay in this Mantuo Villa, you can go and look for your relatives. ”

"Except for Yan'er, do I still have relatives?" Li Qingluo's sadness was vividly expressed at this moment.

Lin Ziming said: "Madam, don't you remember the predecessors of Qiushui?"

"My mother...... She's still alive?"

Li Qingluo's voice trembled lightly, and it took a long time to say a word.

"Qiushui senior, she is in the palace of the Xixia District. "Ziming, you go and finish things first. Li Qingluo said: "But don't forget the three-year covenant." "Won't forget. Lin Ziming lowered his head, walked out of the bedroom after speaking, and went straight to the ferry of Mantuo Villa.

Unexpectedly, he met Murong Fu on the way, and there was a woman in a gauze skirt next to him, looking at her face, she was seven points similar to Mrs. Wang, it should be Wang Yuyan.

"Miss Wang is fine, this must be Murong Fu's son. Lin Ziming saluted the two.

Murong Fu clasped his fists and saluted back, without any words.

"Cousin, who is this son?" asked Wang Yuyan in a low voice.

"It should be my aunt's honored guest. Murong Fu smiled and said.

After speaking, Murong Fu took Wang Yuyan past Lin Ziming, afraid that he was going to see Li Qingluo.

When Lin Ziming came to the ferry, he found a small boat, became a boatman, and rowed the boat out of Mantuo Villa.

Lin Ziming declined Li Qingluo's kindness, and he was in no hurry to do Liu Qingfeng's matter, so he should practice his kung fu first.

In this chaotic world, even if Lin Zi knew something, he couldn't predict what would happen in the future.

Moreover, after experiencing a series of things, I gradually understood that my own strength is the most important.

Lin Ziming thought about staying in Gusu Town for a while, anyway, it had been ten years since Liu Qingfeng had passed, and he didn't care about this time and a half, so he didn't go to the guest house, but went to Hanshan Temple, donated ten taels of silver sesame oil money to the temple, and successfully found an excuse to live.

In the meditation room, Lin Ziming sat cross-legged, took out two objects, and found that one of them was the Heshi Bi that Liu Qingfeng entrusted to Mu Dao to pass on to him, and the other was Jiuyang Shengong.

There are not many of these moves, but they are not powerful, biased towards the development of Lingyuan, similar to the Yijin Sutra of Shaolin Temple, but they must be under the premise of the heart to exert the greatest power.

Among them, there are four kinds of moves, namely Jiuyang Internal Strength, Heavenly Fire Palm and a Lingyang Body Method.

After Lin Ziming memorized the cultivation methods of these moves, he found a lamp and silently remembered the Jiuyang Divine Skill in his heart.

"After these days, the Jiuyang Divine Skill Mental Method is about to be practiced to the first level, and now it is necessary to raise the Jiuyang Internal Skill to the first level. ”

Jiuyang Shengong only has nine layers, but the heart method is only threefold, the higher the heart method, the less spirit yuan is consumed, and Jiuyang internal power strengthens the physical body by improving the quality of the spirit element.

They are not without commonalities, and they all have to choose the right time to participate in enlightenment in order to make a breakthrough.

Lin Ziming devoured the Blood Fire Dragon, and his body was full of qi and blood, and what he lacked most now was to tap out these potentials.

No longer paying attention to the rights and wrongs of the outside world, Lin Ziming almost closed his door, practicing the Heavenly Fire Palm during the day, and contemplating the Heart Method and Jiuyang Internal Strength at night.

For the Lingyang Body Method obtained in it, this is a slow success method, and it doesn't take too much time to spend on it, as long as you persevere, you can see the results.

Spring goes and autumn comes, day after day, year after year, a whole three years quietly go away.

In three years, earth-shaking changes have taken place in the world, and the imperial court abolished the military restriction order a year ago, as long as the people in the rivers and lakes do not kill ordinary people, they will no longer care about trivial matters in martial arts.

During this period, Lin Ziming basically stayed in Hanshan Temple except for doing some things for Liu Qingfeng, and he lived for three years, and now he is eighteen years old, and he is concentrated on cultivation, so that everyone in the temple knows him Lin Ziming, who is a strange man who loves martial arts.

As long as the kung fu is deep and the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle, Lin Ziming's three years of crazy practice have also allowed Lin Ziming to receive unexpected results: Jiuyang's internal strength has been practiced from the first layer to the third layer, the heart method has reached the late stage of the first layer, and the heavenly fire palm in one hand has made it unpredictable.

Even the light skill Lingyang body method has never fallen, Lin Ziming guessed that the Lingyang body method at this time is not weaker than the crane in the clouds when Tianlong was in its heyday.

However, his cultivation has only risen to the fifth yuan and seven levels, and Lin Ziming's cultivation is useless, thinking that he has reached the so-called bottleneck, but with this cultivation to walk in the rivers and lakes, self-protection is not a concern.

In the evening, the sun is shining.

Lin Ziming in the meditation room picked up a piece of jade pendant on the side, and quietly looked at it, the jade pendant was green all over, engraved with the word 'Li', which was a token left by Liu Qingfeng three years ago, which was originally to be handed over to Mrs. Wang of Mantuo Villa, but it has been left in Lin Ziming's hands.

He will not forget Liu Qingfeng's kindness, without the many exercises he found, it can be said that there would be no Lin Ziming today.

Now that three years have passed, Lin Ziming can be regarded as successful in his studies, thinking that it is time to go to Mantuo Villa for a walk, and his marriage with Wang Yuyan is approaching. There is no delay.

Mantuo Villa is located outside Gusu Town, on an island in the middle of Taihu Lake, Hanshan Temple should not be far from it, Lin Ziming is scheduled to go to visit Li Qingluo again tomorrow, three years, I don't know what has changed.

This is a poor woman, who is in love with Duan Zhengchun, the prince of Dali, but Duan Zhengchun is a wanderer, I don't know how many people's hearts have been lost in his life, Li Qingluo's ending is also inescapable, married to the Gusu royal family, ended up with a husband who died early, and finally returned to Mantuo Villa with his daughter Wang Yuyan.

Lin Ziming thought about Li Qingluo and looked at Yu Pei, and he didn't know what the relationship between Liu Qingfeng and her mother Li Qiushui was, so he decided on this marriage.

"That's it, it's useless to think about this kind of thing, and you will know it when you go to Mantuo Mountain Villa. ”

The bell of Hanshan Temple rang, echoing for a long time, the ships in Taihu Lake were coming and going, Lin Ziming sat on a boat, and read softly: "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rings in the middle of the night to the passenger ship." ”

"Childe is so good!" the boatman praised as he ferried.

Suddenly, just as he said this, a cry came from not far away, saying, "No matter how good it is, it's not as good as my son!"

Lin Ziming looked up, followed the source of the sound, and saw a maid in blue clothes supporting a small boat, inside the canopy, there were four middle-aged men sitting around a young man in a light yellow suit and a long sword at his waist, and a woman in a vermilion color suit next to him was pouring tea for five people.