Chapter 8 Master of Sword Sect

The man surnamed Sun was sweating like rain. He opened his eyes wide and could not say a word. He was domineering in the world on weekdays. Others were frightened by the reputation of the Qingcheng Sect, and he had few attacks with him. If he really tried, he won more and lost less. He had never been pointed at the first move like today. His whole body was trembling and his lips were slightly squirming. I don’t know if he was angry or afraid.

Seeing this, the junior brother of Qingcheng Sect never dared to run away again. He knelt over and pulled Tang Jinlou's trousers, knocked on the ground one by one, shouting: "Goddess, grandpa, spare time..." Tang Jinlou smiled coldly, looked at the man surnamed Sun, and said: "Your Qingcheng Sect's sect is really strict." The Qingcheng disciple named Sun was no longer as frightened as before, but his life was at stake. He still had a trembling voice when he spoke. He said tremblingly: "This turtle son is just an outer disciple accepted by the kitchen fire head, and he is not an inner disciple of Qingcheng Sect at all."

Tang Jinlou lowered his voice and laughed, as if the man named Sun was talking about something extremely funny. Before the laughter was over, the Qingcheng Sect's disciple who kowtowed and begged for mercy suddenly raised his head, pulled out a dagger with his right hand, and suddenly stabbed Tang Jinlou's waist. Seeing the dagger reaching his body, Tang Jinlou snorted coldly, and a green light flashed. The Qingcheng disciple turned two little points on the ground, landing a few feet away, motionless, and blood slowly oozed out of a red thread in his throat. The man opened his eyes wide, as if he could not rest until he died.

The man surnamed Sun could no longer control himself, and his cold sweat was flowing down his face, with no one looking. Tang Jinlou looked at him coldly and said, "This sneak attack is very useful."

Lin Ping wanted to flip the books one by one page, because there were too many books in this old house and he wanted to be slower, for fear of missing out on important content. This contradictory emotion made him upset. But most of these books were very simple Buddhist scriptures, which could be seen at a glance, and there was no deep meaning between the lines.

Lin Pingzhi casually took out a book and tried watering, burning, etc., but it didn't work. Looking at the books scattered on the ground, he wanted to try them one by one, but finally sighed and sat down on the ground in a low voice.

"Sword Notes may be difficult to find, but they will never be so cumbersome."

Lin Pingzhi looked around and thought of whether there were hollows in the walls, floor tiles, etc. When he thought of it, he did it. Lin Pingzhi knocked on the wall on the left and knocked it one after another, but he didn't notice anything, so he knocked on the floor tiles again. Although he was sweating profusely, he looked focused and did not slack off at all, just because this evil-proof sword guide was already his greatest hope for revenge.

On Mount Hua, Tang Jinlou's martial arts are so high that he often feels unattainable. Tang Jinlou taught him basic swordsmanship and taught him all month long. Although Lin Pingzhi learned it, he could see from Tang Jinlou's eyes that he could know this set of swordsmanship, but it was still very early to use it to kill the enemy. If you want to take revenge... it would be difficult to climb to the sky.

Lin Pingzhi's parents died and the whole family was killed. Tang Jinlou never thought that people with such experience would be so sensitive. Although Tang Jinlou had never personally said that Lin Pingzhi's sword skills were very poor, with Lin Pingzhi's sensitivity, even if he learned it well, if Tang Jinlou did not praise him, he would think it was very poor.

It is precisely because of this that Lin Pingzhi became more and more worried. He didn't know when he would learn Huashan sword technique to kill Yu Canghai and avenge his parents. With such worries, his sword technique has been getting worse and worse in recent days, and he couldn't fall asleep every night. After entering the dream, his parents' voice, appearance and smile appeared, intertwined with Yu Canghai's hideous face, which made him wake up from the dream with screaming.

The Evil-Breaking Sword Book is a shortcut for Lin Pingzhi to choose and his hope.

Lin Pingzhi beat and beat. When he reached a cushion, he moved the cushion away and hit the floor pressing on the cushion. Suddenly, his heart moved, and a look of joy appeared on his face. He pulled out his long sword and cut the cushions in the room to see if you had anything, and then smashed the wooden fish, but in the end he still found nothing.

Lin Pingzhi was extremely disappointed and put the cushion back to its original position. He knelt on it, kowtowed three times to Bodhidharma, and said, "Lin Pingzhi offended." Looking up, he saw Bodhidharma holding a sword technique in his left hand and pointing at something with his right hand towards the sky. Lin Pingzhi's heart moved, and his body suddenly trembled a little.

He looked up and looked at it. Bodhidharma pointed his right hand at a place in the beam of the room. Lin Pingzhi jumped high and hit the beam with both hands. With a bang, a red thing fell down between dust. Lin Pingzhi's heartbeat stopped and pulled the red silk cloth. The first thing was not to see if it was the evil-proof sword score, but to hold it tightly, press it against it, and tears flowed down unconsciously, mixed with sweat, dripping on it.

Su Yanyue stayed on the roof, watching Lin Pingzhi searching for the sword guide, and at the same time observing whether there were suspicious people around her. Suddenly, a breeze blew beside her. Su Yanyue turned around and saw that Tang Jinlou had arrived.

"Cousin, he found it."

Tang Jinlou was surprised and said, "I found it... Then he is really lucky." The next sentence was very small, and Su Yanyue didn't hear it clearly. Tang Jinlou frowned. Since Lin Pingzhi found this sword score, it would be difficult to do something about stealing the sword score. It would be too unsatisfactory to do it. The most important thing is that you can't let Yue Buqun practice it. In fact, this is not difficult. Just convince your cousin and don't tell Yue Buqun about it. Lin Pingzhi will definitely not say it on his own initiative.

While thinking, he looked up from a high place and looked into the room. Lin Pingzhi spread out the red cloth and placed it on the ground. It turned out to be a robe. He carefully smoothed the wrinkles on the robe and then looked up.

"If you want to practice magic skills, you can castrate yourself by swinging your sword!"

After only one look, Lin Pingzhi trembled all over and almost collapsed to the ground.

Seeing his performance, Tang Jinlou thought to himself: "It seems that the situation is not urgent, and no one wants to practice that thing. In this way, Lao Yue's danger will be reduced by a little. Well, it's safer to find an opportunity to destroy the cassock."

At this moment, a thud sound came from outside the hut, and three figures emerged from the darkness. Two people went to the yard to block the door. One of them jumped in through the window. As soon as Lin Pingzhi pulled out his sword, the man turned his steps and pointed his left finger at the left, poking his acupoint. Lin Pingzhi's eyes widened, almost bleeding, but he was unable to do so and fell softly to the ground.

Tang Jinlou grabbed Su Yanyue who wanted to go down, looked at the masked man in surprise and whispered: "Slow down."

The man in the room said, "What should I do with this kid?"

A person outside the house said, "Just click to stay. After all, he is a disciple of Huashan."

The man in the room said "Okay" and then arrived at the yard. Tang Jinlou said in Su Yanyue's ear: "Wait a minute, I'll do it, you go down immediately to attract their attention, and I'll untie Junior Brother Lin's acupoints." Su Yanyue nodded slightly.

At this time, the senior brother who was guarding outside said, "Junior brother, have you seen it clearly? Is it the Evil-Breaking Sword Score?" The man who was in the room looked at the robes again, and saw that the four large fonts on the top corner on the right said "Evil-Breaking Sword Score" and smiled and said, "That's right, it's it."

Tang Jinlou whispered: "Do it!" Su Yanyue did not hesitate, and supported her hand on the tiles. She quickly got off the roof. Then the green light flashed, and the long sword stabbed the man who was holding the sword score among the three. The three of them had not noticed anyone hiding on the roof before, and were shocked. After seeing that the man was just a little girl, they all breathed a sigh of relief. The senior brother, who was obviously the leader, said: "Junior brother, click on her acupoints and don't hurt anyone's life."

The man holding the cassock snorted and said, "Let's see what the disciples of Huashan Sect look like now." The sword squirted and intercepted Su Yanyue.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed, and another person fell off the roof. The three of them were shocked. The leader waved his long sword and stabbed Tang Jinlou. Tang Jinlou turned his steps, and the sword sheath knocked on his sword spine. The whole person instantly reached behind him. The leader rushed forward quickly and turned around at the same time, fearing that he would use a killer move behind him. Tang Jinlou was in a free and easy manner. He had stepped into the hut in three or two steps, and solved the acupoints for Lin Pingzhi.

Su Yanyue's swordsmanship was not as good as that man, so she attacked two moves at this time and retreated.

Tang Jinlou walked out of the house, and Lin Pingzhi shouted behind him: "Seventh Brother..." Tang Jinlou waved his hand, stopped him from speaking, and said to the three of them: "Three seniors, this sword book is a family inheritance of my junior brother. I hope the three things will return to the original owner."

The man holding the cassock said, "The thing returns to the original owner? Hehe, a joke, I'm afraid it's Yue Buqun?"

Tang Jinlou smiled and said, "The family master is known as the gentleman's sword in the world. His character is obvious to all. However, the three of them hide their heads and tails and dare not show their true faces... But then again, if you forcefully grab the sword score, except for the Qingcheng Sect, there is really no sect that does not cherish their reputation and dares to do it."

Lin Pingzhi took a step forward and pointed his sword at the three of them and said, "Senior brother, why bother talking nonsense to them? This sword score... this sword score must not be taken away by them."

The leader laughed and said sinisterly: "Little kid, we have saved your life, don't be ungrateful!"

Lin Pingzhi shouted loudly, "What a thief, bring the sword score!" He used his sword to stab the masked man holding the cassock. The other two seemed to be smiling. The man just dodged to avoid Lin Pingzhi's long sword, kicked out sideways, and in the middle of the ribs, Lin Pingzhi screamed and was kicked away. Tang Jinlou shook his body, caught Lin Pingzhi with his hand, gently placed him on the ground, and he slightly looked at him, knowing that he was not seriously injured. The man kicked Lin Pingzhi so far, but he didn't hurt him.

Tang Jinlou bowed and said, "Thank you for your mercy, senior."

The leader snorted, turned around, and said to the other two: "This kid is exactly the same as Yue Buqun. I'll be angry when I see him, let's go!"

Tang Jinlou smiled and said, "Three people walk slowly." He took a step forward and instantly arrived in front of the leader. The man turned around and punched him. His face was full of hostility, and even if he covered his face, he could feel it clearly. Tang Jinlou took a step back slightly, and the fist force was barely used to his nose. Tang Jinlou's hair was floating, as if it was blown up by the wind. The other two masked men and Su Yanyue thought at the same time: "What a strong internal skill!" But Su Yanyue was thinking that the masked man had strong internal skill, while the two masked men were talking about Tang Jinlou.

The leading old man forced Tang Jinlou back half a step, turned his right hand and drew out the long sword. The sword light seemed to spread out. The sword seemed to cover Tang Jinlou's whole body. Everyone praised the old man's exquisite swordsmanship, but Tang Jinlou shook his head secretly: Although the moves are exquisite, the most essential part actually made him use it so easily and without reservation, where can he trap people?

Tang Jinlou took a step forward, his fingers rose up and poked his eyes. At this moment, the old man and his sword danced into a halo. If he fingered, he would probably lose two fingers immediately. However, this finger passed by swayingly. When he reached the sword circle, the old man had barely made the moves turn around. Tang Jinlou used his fingers as a sword and poked his eyes. The sharpness of the two fingers had already made the leading old man secretly feel pain.

The leading old man's expression changed drastically, his moves changed rapidly, and he leaned back slightly to avoid this finger. The old man's sword technique was extremely fast, and the sharp wind on the sword was stimulated by the sharp wind, which attached great internal strength. Tang Jinlou moved forward and retreat freely, but he raised his right fingers to find the flaws of the old man's sword technique. Later, he saw that the old man attacked and defended, and his long sword danced in a circle, firmly protecting his whole body. Tang Jinlou's footsteps changed, and his fingers just swayed up and down, and even did not move forward, which could force the old man to keep changing moves.

The man holding the cassock looked at another man in black and found that the situation was not good. He wanted to go forward to help, but because of his identity, he was in a dilemma. Suddenly, Tang Jinlou and the leading old man stopped at the same time and took two steps back.

"A new generation beats the old one, Huashan Sect...I lost." The old man sighed dejectedly, and his anger disappeared in an instant, as if he was ten years older.

Tang Jinlou bowed to him and said, "Senior deliberately hid his sword skills, so he took a big advantage."

The leading old man sighed, "Since you have seen it, we don't have to hide anymore. Both junior brothers, please go masked." Tang Jinlou bowed again and said, "It turns out that they are really seniors from the Huashan Sect, and juniors are rude."

The three of them took off their masks. The leader turned out to be an old man with a yellow complexion. He said, "My name is Feng Buping. These are my two junior brothers Cong Buqi. Cheng Buyou... Hehe, we three are not from the Huashan Sect for a long time, and you don't have to be polite to us. Your swordsmanship... Very good. Although I still have a set of swordsmanship that is under the box, I know that I am not your opponent. Yue Buqun can teach such an outstanding disciple. It doesn't matter if we fight for us old guys."

Tang Jinlou gave a wink to Su Yanyue and Lin Pingzhi. Su Yanyue bowed to them and said, "Disciple Su Yanyue has seen three uncles." Lin Pingzhi also struggled to raise up and bowed to the three. Su Yanyue didn't know about Qi Jian, and heard that their seniority was "no", so she called them uncle, and she was not wrong. Although the three pretended not to agree, they were still quite happy in their expressions.

Feng Buping sighed and said, "Junior Brother Cheng, return the sword score to them. Yue Buqun's disciples are so powerful. Then the so-called depressed and declining of Mount Hua must have been deceived by that person. We... we should go back and keep that great oath."

Cheng Buyou had a short stature and just took the robes. Cheng Buyou heard Feng Buping's words and his face was gloomy and clear, and said, "Senior Brother, now the evil-proof sword score is in our hands. If you have time, you may not be able to beat Yue Buqun."

Tang Jinlou frowned and was about to speak, but Feng Buping shouted: "No, if you use the martial arts of other schools, you will beat Yue Buqun. What kind of face will you have to meet the ancestors of the Huashan School in the future!" Congbuqi also said: "Yes, Senior Brother Cheng, we follow this kid to come to the sword score, but we just don't let Yue Buqun get this sword score, so how can we do this?" Tang Jinlou thought to himself: It turns out that he is a fellow Taoist, and I followed Yue Buqun to not get the sword score.

Cheng Buyou said in a deep voice: "If we practice this evil-proof sword recipe, we can return to Mount Hua. If we don't practice, we will be abandoned disciples in Mount Hua for the rest of our lives." Feng Bupinghe Changbuqi was speechless and returned to Mount Hua, which was what they dreamed of. There was no right or wrong in the dispute over the sword energy, or both were wrong, so the disciples of the Sword Sect would rather Feng Jian retire than accept the view of the Qi Sect, just because in their opinion, they were right.

Everyone was silent. This was an internal strife between them. Tang Jinlou had no intention of enlightening them. It was already midnight, and a crescent moon hung in the air. The moonlight shone down, shining on a swaying osmanthus tree in the yard, making it even quieter and quieter.

After a while, Feng Buping sighed and said, "Junior Brother Cheng, give him the cassock."

1. It's almost September, and I'm going to school the day after tomorrow.

2. A week or two later, some people say that the protagonist doesn’t seem to be a time traveler. He has pedantic etiquette, he doesn’t look for secrets, he doesn’t have the aura of a turtle, he doesn’t speak the common sayings in vernacular... and he can’t change the world.
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