Drawing the sword again, drawing the sword again, shock after shock, even the sound of hammering stopped suddenly. Before the sword is sharpened, the spiritual sword will release the sword's power and sword intention, like a cuttlefish sucking the golden scabbard, Unless they recognize it or someone has excellent swordsmanship, these swords will show their face. At this time, in the entire furnace, apart from the muffled sound of the box fire calcining a furnace of molten iron, there is only the metal clang of the swords when they are unsheathed. Except for Zhang Ling, who still smiled calmly, the other three were shocked and had stiff faces.
Hong Siyan suddenly shouted: "Stop! That's enough, junior brother, if you pull it out again, I'll probably only have farm tools left in this house."
The two brothers just came back to their senses. Yi Yue was also glad that he had not finished his words and asked: "Is it possible that you are actually a sword immortal? You came to our academy to play for free?"
Brother Yi Gan slapped him hard on the head and reprimanded: "Have you ever seen such a young swordsman? I think he should be the rumored co-master of swords in the world, and he was born to be involved with these two weapons."
His younger brother Yi Yue was still struggling with the pain in his head from the slap, and whispered: "Brother, didn't the Demon Sword Immortal from the Demon Sect in the North become a Sword Immortal before he was thirty? And you said he was the co-master of swords? If he is a swordsman, why is it impossible?"
Yi Qian seemed to like bullying the young, so he gave him another headache.
Zhang Ling smiled, hung the sword back up, leaving only one sword and said: "I am not a swordsman, nor am I a master of swords. As for the real reason, I won't tell you. Brother Hong, what is the name of this sword? name?"
Hong Siyan said: "This was just released last month, and it's called Flood Chao."
Zhang Ling drew his sword, tapped his finger and flicked the blade, feeling a refreshing wave of emotion: "Then I want this sword, and I'll keep the rest for you, but don't charge me for the armor and hidden weapons you made for me. Otherwise, you will suffer a loss if I take two more."
Hong Siyan nodded, and when Zhang Ling walked far away, he came back to his thoughts and slapped his forehead: "That's not right, I've already lost money no matter what."
Zhang Ling took Xun Chao to Song Linjie's courtyard. He would have known that someone was in the courtyard before he went in, because in order to practice swordsmanship, this boy demolished the courtyard on the first day he came. It collapsed four times, and all the brothers in the academy did not dare to pass by this place, for fear that a knife would fall on themselves and suffer such an unreasonable disaster.
The young man was sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, having a rare moment of peace. When he saw someone approaching, he opened his eyes and stood up. Zhang Ling directly stated his purpose: "Teach me domineering sword skills."
Song Linjie asked confused: "Don't you use a sword? Why did you suddenly switch to a knife?"
Zhang Ling said calmly: "You can't use a sword until you have mastered the art of swordsmanship. What's more, there are many skills that are not overwhelming. I am not a master of the first generation, so there is no need to strive for excellence and pursue one to the death."
This was not an impromptu idea, but the result of Zhang Ling's careful consideration. The swordsmanship he practiced in the past was called the Three Styles of Feng Tie. The first style was windless and steady. The sword was fast and swayed with the wind. There was no wind. Far away, the second-style Zhenhai ancient hut was magnificent. The sword cut through the sky like a towering tree, and the four seas shook. Just imagining that scene made Zhang Ling feel unbelievable. It’s not that you really need to have such unparalleled abilities to understand it, but it’s just not enough. It would be impossible to practice it in one month, and the scene of the third style Cang Sheng Ming was unimaginable, let alone its execution. In this way, Zhang Ling could be sure that this was a swordsmanship that was not inferior to Dean Song's domineering swordsmanship, and it was indeed worth persevering. , but given Zhang Ling’s current situation, it’s possible to try out the domineering sword technique and understand the first key of Jiye Geng, live to the point of death, and fight for his life to make progress. Even if he can’t learn it during this period, when he encounters an invincible enemy There is always a huge possibility.
Song Linjie didn't ask too many questions. After in-depth discussions with his grandfather, he finally figured out the reason why his heart suddenly became arrogant. Fortunately, he could suppress it now and then, so as not to utter arrogant words every day and make everyone know that he Although Song Linjie doesn't care about face, he doesn't have any shame at all.
With the descendants of the King of Swordsmen teaching him step by step, even if Song Linjie is not very good at talking about the truth, the sword skills he practiced are more convincing than the general talk about the magic stick. In addition, Zhang Ling's photographic memory ability now , it took only a moment to memorize the three essentials of the Domineering Sword Technique, but it took time to polish it before you could understand it.
If one day is not enough, just two days. If two days is not enough, then one month is not enough. Unfortunately, there is no extra time. Someone has already sent invitations three days before the Prime Minister's birthday banquet. It is not that the birthday banquet is brought forward, but that it follows ancient etiquette. , three days for invitation, two days for shouting, and one day for mention. The academy has a special status, even the prime minister attaches great importance to it.
Zhang Ling looked at the invitation sent by Dean Song personally, and felt sad and happy at the same time. He was worried that he would still have to face difficulties, but he was happy that with this martial arts giant here, he would not be forced to die.
Song Qingtian asked: "Have you decided, are you still going?"
Zhang Ling smiled and said: "It's not a dead end, and you can't hide all the time. If you hide for a long time, you won't dare to face it. Don't you think so, Dean?"
Song Qingtian slapped Zhang Ling on the back with his big palm, and his blood suddenly surged. The former said angrily: "If you dare to metaphor me again, believe it or not, you will be left to fend for yourself."
Zhang Ling quickly apologized and said, "Okay, I won't say anything anymore."
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Prime Minister's Mansion,
The Prime Minister is busy all day long, but he always finds time to practice martial arts. He is best at using a long halberd, which was passed down from his great-grandfather's generation. A long halberd kills countless enemies and is nourished by blood. It has been sharp for hundreds of years, and it is true. This halberd stained with countless blood made God cry when he saw it. He named it Tianqi from his ancestors. Unfortunately, it was covered with dust when it came to him, but the Prime Minister did not feel aggrieved. Having a general in front of him is better than Tianqi's hundred years of achievements, but now that the general is gone, Tianqi will always be stained with blood again.
After practicing martial arts, the body is covered in sweat. The habit acquired from the battlefield is always reluctant to wash up frequently. It has not changed for more than 20 years. Sometimes people feel that it smells sour, but after all, a person is the head of a family and the minister of a country. The Prime Minister did not dare to complain in front of him. The Prime Minister did not wash up immediately and went straight to the study to read. Because of the birthday banquet these days, the Prime Minister took some time off from his busy schedule and did not go to the court to attend to matters.
While the Prime Minister was reading, he was still staring at the handwriting on the rice paper next to him. This was the "Life Record" written by Ren Pingsheng on the day of the Youfang Poetry Festival. The Prime Minister read this poem for a month in a row without reading the first poem. Lian Pingsheng's illness does not affect his views on the troubled times in his prime, nor does he look at Wei Lian's majestic momentum of traveling through mountains and rivers. He only loves the neck Lian and can't put it down. From time to time, he keeps saying: "Ren Pingsheng, you have to look at the true nature." See how you want to destroy the Golden Gate, how can you maintain the ten ranks?"
The prime minister had been watching for another three days. On the day of the birthday banquet, he was planning to take a shower and change clothes. As a prime minister, he still had to abide by etiquette in front of others.
