Chapter 100: Same disease and pity

Lin Pingzhi looked back at him vigilantly and did not speak.

Song Qingshu was bored and didn't care. He continued: I have a swordsmanship here, and I will show you the whole story. I'm willing to learn it or not.

After saying that, he didn't wait for the other party to answer. The wooden sword was unsheathed, and the sword was light and sharp, and he practiced the Five Mountains Divine Sword he had summarized to him one by one.

At first, Lin Pingzhi thought the other party was teasing him. After watching for a while, he found that the other party was indeed demonstrating him with a set of exquisite sword techniques, and it was much more profound than what the master taught them on weekdays.

As the other party's drills, Lin Pingzhi's temples were sweating slightly, and he felt that he remembered this move and that move. After dozens of moves, he even forgot the move he remembered before. He couldn't help but remember that he was carrying a deep hatred for blood. Now that he had advanced martial arts, he could not remember it stupidly, and endless regret and despair arose.

After Song Qingshu finished the demonstration, he looked at Lin Pingzhi who was sweating profusely and asked: How many times have you remembered?

Lin Pingzhi's lips were bleeding from his teeth, and he said in annoyance: I didn't remember a single layer.

Now it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned and subconsciously said: Even pigs are going to worship you as king.

When Lin Pingzhi heard his words, his face became even more embarrassing. After a burst of green and red, it suddenly turned blue-gray, pale and cunning.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's appearance, Song Qingshu seemed to have seen a scene where he had a whim in his previous life and went to find a martial artist to learn Baguazhang.

Before studying, I fantasized that I was a genius like the protagonists of martial arts novels, and I would like to read it once.

As a result, the martial artist taught him one by one. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. The contrasting frustration made him unforgettable.

Isn’t Lin Pingzhi also an ordinary person without the halo of the protagonist?

Song Qingshu showed a smile and comforted him: Your martial arts skills are too low now, and it’s no wonder you can’t remember these profound sword techniques. Well, I have a way, you look into my eyes.

Lin Pingzhi subconsciously looked up and saw the other party's dark and deep pupils. His eyes suddenly became confused, and he seemed to have entered a void space.

Suddenly, a figure of Song Qingshu turned into his eyes. The other party smiled and said: I am now using the soul-shifting technique to imprint the sword technique in your mind. However, this is not yours after all, it is just for your use to query when you are confused. Only when you understand it can you truly learn this sword technique.

Lin Pingzhi was confused and had a lot of doubts in his heart. Before he could speak, the other party practiced the sword technique again and quickly remembered it.

I don’t know why, but this time I just felt like I was enlightened. After a set of swordsmanship, I remember every detail clearly.

A finger snap sound came from his ears. Lin Pingzhi woke up from the chaos, and thoughts moved. Every move of the sword technique came into his mind clearly. He couldn't help but look at Song Qingshu in surprise: I remember, I remember!

Your martial arts foundation is too poor. You can only seek revenge on Yu Canghai after practicing this sword technique for three years. Remember!If you can learn the Zixia skills of Huashan in the middle, and have internal strength as the foundation, you should be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Song Qingshu thought about it and said to him solemnly.

Three years?

Lin Pingzhi was surprised. With his current martial arts speed, I'm afraid Yu Canghai might not have been able to avenge him before he died. Now Song Qingshu told him that he could get what he wanted after practicing hard for three years, so how could he not be ecstatic?

By the way, I will not tell anyone about martial arts, including your master.Thinking of the scheming Yue Buqun, Song Qingshu was still a little angry.

Um!The kindness of kindness and virtue will never be forgotten in peace!Lin Pingzhi knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times respectfully.

You don't have to do this, it's just a slight effort to me.Song Qingshu hid sideways.

The benefactor's efforts are just a recreation of kindness for Pingzhi.Lin Pingzhi said seriously.

OK, go back quickly, otherwise that Miss Yue might be in trouble.Song Qingshu quipped.

Lin Pingzhi's face turned red. He had just walked a few steps towards the schoolyard when he suddenly turned around and asked with a complicated look: Why did your benefactor help me?

In the original world, you and I are both pity-friendly people, maybe they are the same disease.When she said this, Song Qingshu felt like she was a different life.

Lin Pingzhi nodded as if he was ignorant and greeted Yue Lingshan who was running over...

Back at the Sword Qi Chongxiao Hall, Yue Buqun and Mu Renqing had already discussed it and decided to go to Siguo Cliff to visit Feng Qingyang.

Although Feng Qingyang belongs to the Sword Sect, Yue Buqun thought that if there was a master who was good at swordsmanship and magical living in seclusion in Huashan, he would naturally not have to worry all day long that Huashan would be directly destroyed by Zuo Lengchan, so he was eager to go to Siguo Cliff to verify Feng Qingyang's existence.

After the group arrived at Siguo Cliff, Mu Renqing moved his internal force and spread the voice all over the top of the mountain: Mu Renqing, a descendant of Huashan Sword Sect, asked to see his uncle.

Yue Buqun, who was standing by, secretly admired him. Although the Sword Sect emphasizes sword skills and neglects internal strength to practice, the Hunyuan Kung Fu they practice is not under the Zixia Divine Art of Qi Sect.

Mu Renqing shouted three times in a row, but there was no reaction on Siguo Cliff. The group looked at each other and stared at Song Qingshu one after another. Even Xia Qingqing began to doubt.

Seeing Xia Qingqing's expression, Song Qingshu smiled bitterly and shrugged: I'm going to do my best for you.

After saying that, the energy sinks into the Dantian and shouts with a more powerful internal force: Old Man Feng, I'm back again. Last time I was careless and lost to you just now. I won't show mercy this time. Come on, we fight for 300 rounds...

Xia Qingqing heard a black line, and the people in the Huashan Sect looked bad. At this moment, a cold snorted: Overestimate one's ability!

The voice seemed gentle and powerless, but it could clearly reach everyone's ears in Song Qingshu's roar of thunder. Yue Buqun's face changed: I didn't expect that the practice of Hunyuan qigong was at the extreme of this state.

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man with white beard and green robe appeared at the corner of a large stone. He was depressed and his face was as good as gold paper.

Disciple Mu Renqing (Yue Buqun) paid a visit to Master Feng.Seeing his appearance, although there was a trace of time, the two of them could not recognize the uncle who was the best swordsman in Huashan at that time.

Feng Qingyang waved his sleeves, and Mu Yue and the others felt a gentle energy helping him up, and they were deeply impressed.

Looking at the heads of the Sword Qi Sect, Feng Qingyang looked complicated and sighed: I missed the martial arts competition of the Sword Qi Sect back then, which resulted in almost annihilation of the Sword Sect. I really have no face to see the Sword Sect again. If it weren't for today... After saying that, he glared at Song Qingshu fiercely.

Song Qingshu felt so angry when he saw it. He quickly pushed Xia Qingqing forward and said with a smirk: This time it is your disciple who is your disciple and ask you for something, but it doesn’t matter to me.