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"Come in!" said Mrs. Dingyi's voice slowly from inside the room. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Yi Lin stood at the door, took a breath, gently pushed the door, stepped in with her little feet, and slowly moved to the master's couch.

"Master. Yi Lin called timidly.

Master Dingyi opened her eyes, the Buddhist beads in her hand kept turning, and she looked at Yilin quietly.

Yi Lin was looked at by the master like this, if it was before, she would have lowered her head in panic, and she would have wondered if she had made a mistake, but now she doesn't know why, she only felt a coolness coming from her eyebrows, which instantly spread all over her body, and her mood did not fluctuate at all, and she looked at Mrs. Dingyi quietly, although her expression was timid, her eyes were clear and quiet, like a deep spring in a deep valley.

"Yilin, have you heard of the nonsense outside?" Although Master Dingyi's face was solemn, his eyes showed kindness, and he asked gently.

"Master, my disciple has heard about it. Yilin nodded slightly, Sakura's lips pursed.

Master Dingyi looked at her too quietly, and saw that she was not in a hurry, calm, smiled, nodded, and pointed to the front of the couch: "Sit down and talk." ”

Yilin reached out and brought an embroidered pier and sat down gently in front of the couch.

"Those people outside can't eat grapes, so they say that grapes are sour, you don't have to pay attention to them, just practice with peace of mind. Master Dingyi moved the Buddha beads and said quietly.

"Yes, Master. Yi Lin lowered her eyebrows in response, but her tone showed a bit of comfort.

"As for the formation, you just have to go with the flow, if you can break it, you can break it, if you can't break it, you don't have to force it,...... Our Hengshan faction's own swordsmanship is broad and profound, if it is practiced well, it is enough to protect itself, and there is no need to ask for foreign objects. Master Dingyi looked at Yilin kindly and said slowly.

"The disciple knows. Yilin nodded.

Master Dingyi looked at her disciple too much, since she was a child, she has always been by her side, although she is a disciple, she is no different from her daughter.

"Yi Lin, your cultivation has risen sharply recently, and it stands to reason that it is a good thing. Master Dingyi said kindly.

Yi Lin looked at the master, although she was simple, but she was not stupid, she heard the meaning of the master's words, and hurriedly said, "Master, is there anything wrong?"

Dingyi Shitai nodded: "Although it is gratifying to advance by leaps and bounds, there are also hidden dangers, the foundation is unstable, and in the future, it is very easy to deviate." ”

"How is that disciple good?" Yi Linyu's face changed.

The higher the cultivation, the most feared is not other masters, but going crazy, the light is the martial arts are wasted, and the surname is not guaranteed, which is more terrible than doing it with people.

"You, you've been working very hard for a while, but you're practicing the mental method taught by your eldest brother!"

"Master......" Yilin lowered her head and twisted the corners of the monk's robe, shy and uneasy.

Master Dingyi waved his hand: "Being a teacher is not that narrow-minded person,...... No matter what kind of mental method you practice, you are a disciple of Hengshan...... Your eldest brother's mind is clever, and there is nothing wrong with cultivating it, so you don't have to think about it. ”

"Master......" Yilin raised her head and looked at Master Dingyi in surprise, quite surprised.

In Yilin's impression, the master has a cold face towards the eldest brother, and he has never had a good face, and he must also be hostile to the eldest brother's martial arts, which makes her very distressed.

Master Dingyi glanced at her: "I don't know about your eldest brother's mental method, so you still have to ask your eldest brother about your current situation!"

Although she was not surprised, her tone was very serious, because she couldn't even instruct her disciples, which was really not something to be happy about.

"Yes, Master. Yi Lin agreed coquettishly, very excited.

"Let's get out!" Ding Yi waved his hand angrily.

Yi Lin smiled, from now on, practicing her eldest brother's mental method, there is no need to sneak around, she is really excited in her heart.

Watching Yi Lin slowly pull the door and walk away gently, the corners of Dingyi's mouth showed a smile, Yi Lin's current martial arts are faintly the first among the disciples, but she lacks some actual combat experience, just a little sharpening, she is a master, and she can help support the Hengshan faction.

In recent years, as the host of Baiyun Nunnery, she also faintly felt the undercurrent of the Wuyue Sword Sect surging, and the Hengshan Sect was like a small boat, in danger of capsizing at any time.

It's a pity that the disciples of the Hengshan faction are still shallow in cultivation, and their qualifications are average, and there is no such amazing and brilliant character as Ling Hu Chong, when the three of them are there, although they can shock the young people, once the three of them are not there, the future of the Hengshan faction is worrying.

Although Yilin is smart, her surname is simple, she has no desires and no desires, she does not practice very hard, and her martial arts are only middle and lower among the disciples.

But since she met Xiao Yihan and got his teaching, Yilin's cultivation has increased dramatically, advancing by leaps and bounds, and there is a trend of thousands of miles, and now, I am afraid that Yi and Yiqing are not her opponents, and they have become the first of the three generations of disciples of Hengshan.

Her birth can be regarded as a big increase in face for the Hengshan faction, at least when facing Yue Buqun, she is full of confidence and does not fall behind.

In Yilin, Master Dingyi saw the future of the Hengshan faction, as for whether Yilin's martial arts were from the Hengshan faction, he didn't care much, and said that he would practice the martial arts of the Hengshan faction well.

At this time, Mrs. Dingyi was meditating in the room, and suddenly there was the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Come in and talk. Master Dingyi opened his eyes and said in a deep voice.

The door was pushed open, but it was the lay disciple Zheng Cao who ran in, wearing a light green Luo shirt, with beads of sweat on his forehead, and said crisply: "Master, it's not good, Senior Sister Yiqing has a fight with someone." ”

Master Dingyi raised his legs and went down, put on cloth boots, held Buddhist beads in one hand, and asked in a deep voice, "Why do you do it?...... With whom?!"

"The disciple didn't recognize it," Zheng Cao panted, shook his head, stomped his lotus feet hatefully, and snorted: "...... They stopped us outside the formation, and they spoke foul language, saying that our Hengshan faction ......"

"Alright, no need to say it. Master Dingyi's eyebrows raised, he waved his hand vigorously, interrupted Zheng Cao's words, picked up the long sword from the couch, hung it on his waist, and said in a deep voice: "Lead the way, take a look!"

Zheng Cao perked up and hurriedly walked forward.

The two of them left the Xiao Mansion, and the streets of Luoyang City were bustling and lively.

There are countless small merchants and vendors on both sides of the street, and the cries of hawkers are varied, from all over the world to the north, and the tones are different, which is very interesting.

Most of them poured in from other places, crowding Luoyang City, Luoyang City now has many martial arts characters, these martial arts heroes are mostly high-rollers, money is very easy for them, so they spend money and spend money like dirt.

Moreover, they are not alone, and together with their friends, they will inevitably have a dazzling heart of comparison, and they do not treat money as money.

Zheng Cao and Dingyi were too surprised, turned a blind eye, shuttled through the bustling crowd, and showed their skills, like swimming fish, moving forward very fast.

Out of the south gate of Luoyang City, you will see a continuous set of tents, there are paths between the tents, like a long and horizontal.

The master and apprentice walked through the tent, and saw a group of people gathered around it from a distance, shouting from time to time, and more and more people rushed over.

"Master, this is there!" Zheng Cao stretched out his hand and pointed over there.

Master Dingyi nodded, his brows were raised, and his old face had sunk, like the bottom of a pot, not angry and arrogant.

She didn't speak, and rushed straight over.

The people who were huddled together, tiptoeing from time to time, suddenly felt a huge force rushing in, pushed themselves hard, moved involuntarily, and suddenly became angry, and turned around to scold.

When he turned around, he stopped abruptly, closed his mouth hurriedly, pretended that nothing had happened, turned away, and continued to look inside.

Dingyi Shi is too famous, his body is moving forward, reaching out to push away the people who are blocking the way in front of him, unceremoniously, others are helpless, they dare not open their mouths to ask, everyone pretends to be deaf and dumb, but they are very excited in their hearts, this play is getting better and better!

In the blink of an eye, Master Dingyi and Zheng Cao came inside and saw the situation in the field.

Yiqing is working with people, the sword light flashes, dense and rigorous, and the moves are round, giving full play to the essence of Hengshan swordsmanship.

Her opponent was a sturdy man in his thirties, with a purple face and rough skin, apparently weathered by the wind and sun all year round.

He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a lion nose and a wide mouth, a dignified appearance, and a long knife in his hand, cold and cold, the knife light is like practice, every knife is swung down, his eyes are angry, all of them are as heavy as a thousand pounds, between the big open and closed, it seems to be a decisive battle on the battlefield, filled with a tragic and tragic momentum.

If you encounter other swordsmanship, his fierce and fierce sword technique is extraordinary, and he has already divided the winner and loser, but Hengshan swordsmanship hides needles in the cotton, and is good at guarding, only in terms of defense, it is only inferior to Wudang's Taiji swordsmanship, and there are very few flaws.

No matter how fierce he was, Master Yiqing's long sword drew a circle, counteracting its strength, and it was impermeable, occasionally attacking a sword, which was extremely sharp, making the big man scramble and not dare to attack with all his strength.

The two of them were stalemate, one offensive and one defended, one rigid and one soft, the scene was intense, it was very good-looking, and everyone watching the battle showed admiration, and couldn't help but sigh, Hengshan faction swordsmanship, really extraordinary!

Yi Lin stood aside, very close to the two of them, her bright eyes staring at the two people who were doing it, her expression was nervous and focused, and her small white jade-like hands were clutching the corners of her sleeves.

"Luo Daxia, work harder, after a while, the people from the Hengshan faction will come out, if you come up to besiege together, you will be three heads and six arms, and you won't be able to parry!"

"Nonsense!" Yi Lin hurriedly turned her head to look, her eyes widened, and she said in a coquettish voice: "Our Hengshan faction will not besiege!"

The man was an old man, with thief eyebrows and rat eyes, small eyes shining, and he raised his head to make a heroic appearance: "Haha, Mrs. Yilin, you are kind and cute, you won't be like this, but your junior sisters may not be-!"

Yi Linxiu's face flushed, and she was about to argue, but she felt a cool breath permeating her eyebrows, and suddenly her whole body was empty, and her mood calmed down, like a pool of water.

She smiled slightly, calm and relaxed: "Your Excellency's judgment is unfair. ”

Others were slightly surprised, and they didn't know why she had changed as if she was a person, without any cowardice, falling and generous, as quiet as the moon in the lake.

Mrs. Dingyi had already walked in, but she didn't go to the innermost, there was still a person in front of her, she glanced at the laughing old man, her face turned dark, and she shouted in a deep voice: "Wan Qingshan, what nonsense are you talking about?!"

Her shouting was like thunder, which shook everyone's eardrums with a faint pain, and people turned their heads to see her tall figure.

Wan Qingshan was stunned for a moment, saw Dingyi Shitai, and immediately showed embarrassment, scratched his head, and laughed: "I didn't expect Shitai Buddha to come in person, fortunately I will be lucky!"

"Wan Qingshan, you are talking nonsense here, provoking your exit, what are your intentions?!" Master Dingyi was too calm, stepped forward, and slowly walked towards Wan Qingshan.

The people in front of Wan Qingshan dodged one after another, gave up his thin figure, and presented him in front of Master Dingyi.

When Master Yiqing saw the arrival of the master, her heart was determined, and the swordsmanship became more and more round, ring after ring, and the Taiji swordsmanship was the same, and she kept it without revealing a drop of water.

Master Dingyi walked slowly, his face was gloomy, he slowly walked to Wan Qingshan, stretched out his hand, put it on the hilt of the sword, and said in a deep voice: "Wan Qingshan, what else do you have to say this time?!"

"Mrs. Shi, misunderstanding, misunderstanding!" Wan Qingshan waved his hand busily, with a smile on his face, and said eagerly: "Look at my broken mouth, it's itchy for a while, I offended your faction, I'm really sorry!"

In front of everyone's eyes, he sneered, his heart did not beat and his face was not red, and he seemed to be unimpressed.

Master Dingyi stared at him tightly, his eyes were like a sword, he looked at him for a long time, and he looked at him red-faced, his heart was weak, and he didn't dare to look at him.

Master Dingyi averted his eyes and snorted coldly: "If there is a next time, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!"

"Hehe, what a majesty!" someone in the crowd muttered to himself, and Mrs. Dingyi's gaze suddenly swept over, sweeping around where the voice came from, but without delving, she turned around and looked at Yiqing.

Yi Lin walked over and said softly, "Master." ”

Master Dingyi turned around and glanced at her, and nodded: "Yilin, who is this person?"

"The disciple doesn't know," Yi Lin shook her head, blinked her eyes, and said, "Master, this person is very rude, and Master Yiqing is too angry that he scolded our Hengshan faction." ”

Master Dingyi nodded, already knowing, glanced at the two people fighting in the field, and asked Yilin: "This person has good martial arts, can you take him down?"

"Hmm......" Yi Lin's delicate eyebrows wrinkled, frowned and thought about it, his tone was hesitant, and he was quite unconfident: "If I use my finger magic power, I don't know if he can dodge ......"

Master Dingyi glanced at her with a bitter smile: "Your own martial arts, you don't know yet?!"

"Master, this person's martial arts are very high, and the disciple really doesn't know. Yi Lin frowned, shook her head and said seriously.

"Then let's give it a try. Master Dingyi snorted too deeply.

Yi Lin hesitated for a moment, seeing that the master's eyes were firm, she could only nod and agree.

"Yiqing, stop!" Master Dingyi shouted in a deep voice, like a muffled thunder exploding in the sky, shaking the surrounding tents faintly.

When Master Yiqing heard this, his body retreated, jumped out of the circle, ignored the sturdy man, and his figure floated to Master Dingyi: "Master." ”

"Yiqing, your martial arts have made great progress!" said Master Dingyi too gently.

Master Yiqing returned his long sword to the sheath, lowered his head, and showed a look of shame: "Master, the disciple is ashamed, he failed to win......"

Master Dingyi waved his hand: "Because the opponent is too strong, I don't blame you,...... Let's let Yilin go over and give it a try!"

"Senior Sister Yilin, she ......" Master Yiqing looked worried.

Even if he knew that Senior Sister Yilin's martial arts were stronger than his own, after all, the other party's martial arts were too strong, in case there were three long and two short, which was unimaginable, Master Yiqing was too worried.

"If she doesn't succeed, let this person go!" Master Dingyi snorted.

She can't do it herself, against such an unknown person, she actually wants her to take action herself, no one in the Hengshan faction?!

"Yes!" Yiqing nodded.

The middle-aged man sneered on his face, put his knife in front of his chest, and stared coldly at this side, to see what tricks the Hengshan faction played.

"This strong man, Yi Lin asks for advice!" Yi Lin came to him.

The strong man's rich eyebrows furrowed, he glanced at the two of them, and snorted coldly: "Lao Tzu doesn't want to do anything with you!"

"Why is that?" Yi Lin asked in a coquettish voice, her eyes wide open with curiosity.

"You little arms and legs, if you go down, you will be blown away by the knife wind!" the strong man's purple face was full of sneers.

The people around couldn't help laughing, but they tried their best to endure it, and Master Dingyi's gaze swept around, which was a great deterrent.

Yi Lin shook her head and said seriously: "My martial arts are very powerful, you have to be careful!"

"Hehe, really?" The big man raised his eyebrows, glanced at her quite lightly, and shook the long knife on his chest: "That's good, take me a knife!"

After that, he slashed with a knife, which was extremely abrupt.

The sword light is like practice, extremely fast, and it slashes straight at Yilin's head, without any pity and pity, and it is extremely ruthless.

Yi Lin turned a blind eye to his frivolous gaze, was not angry, her expression was calm, she did not panic when she saw the sword light coming, her lotus feet were lightly touched, and her body swayed, like a boat being supported by a bamboo wormwood when it was offshore.

Just take a step back, just a little bit to dodge the sword light.

In the retreat, she looked calm, her movements were elegant, her little white jade-like hand reached to her waist, and she took out two white chess pieces from the lotus bag on her waist, put them between her fingers in a hurry, raised her head and shouted softly: "Be careful of hidden weapons!"

The strong man was startled, and he hurriedly put away the long knife, protected it in front of him, and danced into a ball of knife light, silver and snow, dazzling.

Yilin saw that he was tightly guarded, and she was not very confident in her heart, for fear that if a finger popped out, she would be blocked by him, so she stared at him with bright eyes.

The strong man waved for a while, and when he saw that she only raised her hand to her chest and held a chess piece between her fingers, but did not shoot out, he was very annoyed, as if he had become a monkey.

The light of his sword changed, and the lunge shot forward, and the sword light followed his body, stabbing straight over, as if it was a straight stab in swordsmanship.

He has profound skills, lunges out, his body is like an arrow, he rushes out in an instant, and he is about to rush in front of Yilin in a blink of an eye.

"Dang" sounded, and the knife light flashed, and it suddenly fell horizontally in front of him, just blocking a white light.

With a clear sound, a white chess piece fell from his knife, but his body stopped and did not move forward.

Immediately, he took the knife in his right hand with his left hand and hurriedly swung it, the sword light turned into a ball, like a silver shield standing in front of him.

His right hand was numb and sore, trembling slightly, unable to hold the knife, and could only use his left hand to cast it, otherwise, if another chess piece was shot, it would be difficult to resist, and there was no way to avoid it, which was tantamount to death.

The sword light flickered, brighter than when she was in her right hand just now, Yi Linyu's face was tense, her bright eyes were fixed on the other party, her small white jade-like hand was erected in front of her, and she held a white chess piece between her fingers.

When she missed, her heart became nervous, and she didn't dare to shoot easily.

The strong man waved his knife in his left hand, and slowly moved forward under his feet, pressing towards Yilin.

He is like a mirror in his heart, if he retreats, there is a dead end, only there is a glimmer of life forward, clenching his teeth, and slowly moving forward.

His left hand is more powerful than his right hand, this is a killer feature, and at this time, his surname is at stake, but he can't hide it anymore.

Yi Lin frowned, staring at the dancing long knife, her eyes getting brighter and brighter.

The strong man swung the knife faster, his pace became slower and slower, and his forehead was already shiny.

As soon as the little white jade-like hand moved, a white light suddenly shot out, and people's eyes only felt that the white light flashed, but it was fleeting and could not be captured.

(To be continued)