Yang Lin stepped into the sharpening hall.
It's like stepping into another world.
Here, it is no longer an ordinary stone building, but a forest of swords and a sea of swords.
From all directions, there are countless knife marks on the stone, and each knife mark has an exquisite knife intention.
And among the shadows of sharp and twisted knives amid the interlacing sky and light, there was a man wielding a knife.
Only the shadow of the sword is seen, but the wind of the sword is not heard.
It looked like an illusion, but Yang Lin knew that it was actually true.
However, the knife was so fast and sharp that even the air could not react and had been cut in half.
Immortals riding on the wind, mist and cloud shadows, various moods, exquisite and exquisite...
Yang Lin asked himself that he had seen countless sword moves and practiced sword skills from various sects.
But he can be sure that the sword danced by the man in front of him is indeed unheard of and unseen.
He has advanced from sword skills to the realm of Tao.
What he dances with is not a knife.
It's loneliness.
In a rough stone house, a tall and handsome middle-aged man was dancing with a knife. For some reason, Yang Lin just remembered the dancing cranes and the flowing clouds in the sky.
There is an air of energy that is not human, which makes people feel like they are dreaming.
"King of patrons, what do you think of my sword skills?"
A vague voice came, not like the leaders of the two major forces talking, but like a Taoist couple on the way to seek the Tao, confirming the path.
Song Zhi, Song Lu, Song Shidao, Song Yuzhi and others were waiting quietly outside, and their expressions changed slightly after hearing this.
Song Zhi, in particular, had a worried look on his face.
He understands it better than anyone else.
Whenever the eldest brother asks questions like this and is obsessed with the pros and cons of sword moves, it is actually his fighting spirit that is aroused and he wants to confirm many things.
to be honest.
He wants to fight.
When two tigers fight, one of them will be injured.
At this time when the two forces are uniting or merging, it would be best if anything goes wrong.
He also knows that as long as his eldest brother loses his temper, he will deny all relatives and be ruthless and self-centered, and no one can stop him.
Song Zhi turned to look at his brothers and the top management of Shancheng. He had mixed feelings in his heart and wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say, so he just sighed.
Although he is actually in control of all matters in the mountain city, he is also the think tank of the Song clan.
But in fact, even if he did a hundred or a thousand things, it would still be nothing compared to the eldest brother's casual words.
Here, there is always only one person who speaks the truth, and there will always be only one person.
'I just hope that the patron king can think of Yuzhi's face and not go tit-for-tat. At least, he can't hurt the harmony. '
Just when Song Zhi thought of this, he heard a chuckle coming from the knife-sharpening hall, with a hint of teasing in the laughter: "Old man, in my opinion, this swordsmanship is average."
The sound hit my ears.
The expressions of everyone outside the hall changed.
Even Song Yuzhi's complexion turned as white as snow.
Yang Lin spoke a word, but he was not prepared to hide it, and said: "I am a guest in the human world, how can I get a sword from heaven? Whether it is a sword or a sword, if you go to extremes, you may get the best, but it is difficult to get the master.
The way of heaven is vast, and not only one sword can reveal infinite mysteries? "
Before Yang Lin entered the Lingnan territory, he began to think about how to deal with the behemoth Song clan.
Such hostility as during the Sui Dynasty is certainly not feasible.
Yang Jian sent troops to fight several times, but failed to conquer this territory. Instead, he lost his troops and generals, which greatly damaged his prestige.
He had no choice but to make Song Que the Duke of Qiao on his own initiative, which was considered as covering up his shame.
However, Song Que never went to court to see the emperor even once. He treated the court as non-existent, did not pay taxes, and did not bow to his ministers.
In this situation.
Even if he dominates the world, the situation in Lingnan will not change.
If you want to truly capture this smoky land with extremely complicated environment, you can only use a large army to attack, and then you must be prepared to take human lives to fill it.
Even if it is defeated, what will be left is a broken and alienated Lingnan.
What's the use of that?
Of course, it is not impossible to treat Lingnan as an ally like Kou Zhong did during the original development.
Song Que probably had this intention in sending Song Yuzhi to Jiangdu.
He even thought about getting the title of Zhennan King in the future.
Although it ostensibly submitted to a unified dynasty, in fact, this land was still a country within a country, no different from when the Sui Dynasty was still there.
Then what's the point of tossing it all by yourself?
Not only did Li Shimin want the reputation of being the emperor of the ages, but he also wanted it.
A force that is unified in name but separatist in reality is actually a shame for a country and an emperor.
Regarding the title of his secret skill, Yang Lin is prepared to make things more perfect if he expects the enemy to be lenient.
Therefore, he does not attack or make alliances, but intimidates.
Just like doing business, everything is about bargaining.
You think you are indispensable, you think you are supreme, then, let me tell you, in fact, you are not that important, not that strong...
If Song Que's arrogance is not destroyed, it will be useless even if he claims that he can kill Ning Daoqi. He calls himself the Heavenly Sword with his sword. Nothing.
After firming up his thoughts, Yang Lin naturally understood what he should do?
From the moment Song Que started speaking out and waiting for him in the knife-sharpening hall, he had already understood something.
Although the beginning of this battle was peaceful, in reality, it was tit for tat.
You have to win, and you have to win beautifully.
Win the other party's heart and mind.
In other words, if you don't discount this Heavenly Sword, the other party will become a real "Heavenly Sword".
"If I'm not wrong, the old man's sword technique is the Eight Heavenly Sword Techniques he created. It does look very beautiful, but if you want to call it heaven, I think it's better to think about it carefully. .”
"Yes, young people must have this kind of arrogance."
Song Que suddenly smiled, with a hint of hope in his eyes, as if he was happy to see his beloved junior finally growing up: "Even if Ning Daoqi faces him, he doesn't dare to say that my Heavenly Sword is very beautiful?"
"So, he's dead."
Yang Linyun said calmly.
This is a real record, nothing to be modest about.
Ning Daoqi is known as the number one master of the Taoist sect and one of the three great masters. His reputation is even higher than that of Song Que.
Song Que could be proud that he was no weaker than Ning Daoqi, or even better, and Yang Lin could naturally reduce the old Taoist priest to nothing.
The master you used to compare him to is a dead person in my eyes.
Who is better than whom?
"Well……"
Song Que finally stopped laughing. He looked down at the willow leaf sword in his hand and sighed: "This sword is called [Darcissus], it is light and elegant.
When the sword is drawn, it is like an immortal or an illusion, without any method, taking the unpredictable artistic conception of God's will. There are eighty swords in total. How about asking the patron king to try my Eight Heavenly Sword Techniques? "
"Please, old man, just take action, don't worry about hurting me."
Yang Lin was still smiling, and when he heard the sound of his white robe, there was no wind, and the light and shadow around him were like illusion, spreading out from the knife grinding hall, spreading out for dozens of feet.
In the light and shadow, there is a flow of people, the years are like songs, and a prosperous scene.
"Palm yin and yang, control the five qi, unite essence, qi and spirit, transform heaven and earth... He is indeed a supreme master who can make both Buddhism and Taoism restrain their hands. Then take my sword."
Song Que's tone was shocking, and everyone could hear the excitement in his words.
He hadn't made a full-strength attack in twenty years, and the knife in his hand was already thirsty.
Buzz…
It seemed as if one knife had been shot, and it seemed as if countless knives had been shot.
The Song Family Mountain City suddenly shook, just like the mountains collapsing together. Dust rose up half a foot and then fell down again.
Everyone felt a little unsteady on their feet, and they seemed to see countless knife shadows crashing down in their eyes.
It was also like seeing a person soaring up to the nine heavens. The long knife in his hand was like a divine dragon flying in the air. He didn't know where he started or where he landed. He struck at the white-clothed figure in the bustling light and shadow.
It was not a sword, but a bolt of thunder and light.
It was indescribably fast and unimaginably heavy.
Just for a moment.
The eighty swords merged into one sword, giving birth to the eighty-first sword that would have been impossible to generate. All the swords merged into one, and fell with one sword. There was no light in the wilderness, and only a little sword light came into view.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Light and shadow are like arrows.
The place where Yang Lin stood suddenly became illusory, like a boundless sea, with layers of water waves. Under the impact of the sword, the light transformed into a dragon, the waves of water were vast. With a sudden pause, they fell on the slender five fingers. middle.
Like a small loach caught by a boundless hand, the countless lights and shadows, the eighty-one swords, all the energy was gone.
Falling into the palm of a hand.
The aftermath of the sword light struck the white and delicate palm.
Clang…
There was a deafening roar.
To the ears and to the heart.
Song Zhi and others were surprised to find that they had already retreated dozens of steps, and hundreds of thousands of people were looking at the knife grinding hall with their mouths wide open.
The thick and clumsy stone walls of the Grinding Hall, like a castle built on the beach, turned into fine sand and rustled down.
Among the two people in the hall, one stood at the original doorway, holding a long emerald-green knife with a blade as bright as a narcissus leaf with a smile on his face, as if holding a fragile piece of porcelain.
In fact, the knife was really like porcelain, with countless cracks already appearing. In just a moment, it shattered into countless pieces, and the wine fell onto the gravel ground.
There was a dull popping sound.
But the other man had long eyebrows like knives, his eyes were narrowed like thin lines, his body was still upright, but there was no knife in his hand, but a bloody red could be seen in the tiger's mouth of his right hand.
"That's eldest brother?"
Song Zhi and Song Lu both couldn't believe their eyes.
It's not surprising that the eldest brother Song Que doesn't have a knife in his hand. He sometimes doesn't hold a knife either.
However, the sword in his hand was snatched away from him every time. When he was using all his strength to draw the sword, when he was at his strongest, the weapon was snatched away from his hand. This was a bit terrifying.
The most terrifying thing was not that the knife was taken away, but that his right hand was injured.
Over the years, they have become accustomed to their eldest brother being as powerful as a god. How had they ever thought that such a result would occur?
The Eight Techniques of the Heavenly Sword are so powerful that even the three great masters and the Six Paths of the Demon Sect are not willing to test whether the blade is sharp. However, there is such a person in front of them, who can easily take the sword with his flesh palm, and still has the absolute upper hand.
Song Yuzhi was slightly confused.
He stretched out his slender hand and rubbed his eyes heavily, realizing that this was real and not a dream.
There are mixed feelings in my heart.
She had thought about this scenario, but she didn't want to see it.
A kind of faith quietly began to collapse in my heart.
"Heaven and earth are the big universe, and the human body is the small world."
Yang Lin threw away the thin tip of the knife in his hand and chuckled: "The old man's sword skills are very exquisite, but he can't even break through my small world, let alone the heavenly sword.
I have seen the Eight Techniques of the Heavenly Sword before. Why don't you try your method of combining the human sword with the sword, and see if you can transform the way of heaven into a human body? You, the ninth Knife, will it give me some surprises? "
This time, Song Que no longer had the ecstasy in his eyes as before, as if someone had grabbed his feet from the sky and pulled him into the human world.
He was silent for a while, then picked up the thick northern broad sword next to him, stretched out his hand to caress the blade, his eyes showed hot attachment and affection, "I have never used this sword since I mastered it...
In recent years, sometimes when sitting in the sharpening hall, I forget many things and forget that I am a person. Therefore, this sword is very fierce and can act as the power of God. Be careful. "
“Getting the sword and giving it up again, having nothing and no self, forgetting love and the sword…Old man, is there any fun in such a life?
I have practiced my sword skills to the extreme, but I have failed to practice them...
I believe that whether it is the way of swordsmanship or swordsmanship, or whatever it is, people must control things, not things control people.
Since you are the sword master, how can you forget yourself? If you want to go further, you must forget the sword and get it again, lose it and find it again, then the way of the sword will be perfect. "
"Lost and found again, forgetting one's feelings, it's so difficult..."
Song Que said the word "difficult" three times in a row, and finally his previous aloof feeling was gone, and his aura became desolate.
It seems that after countless years of cleansing, there is no trace of human emotion and vitality anymore.
His whole body turned into a knife.
The aura of the mountain city also became sharper and sharper. The sky suddenly darkened and then brightened again, revealing a thick-backed broadsword standing tall against the sky and the earth.
Just as soon as it appeared, it cut down the sky.
Cut into everyone's heart, cut across the vast land.
As soon as the heavenly sword came out, the mountains shook and the earth shook, and everything was silent...
At this moment, everyone could no longer think of anything, and there was only a knife in their eyes and hearts.
"Accumulate the thoughts of all the people, turn the human body into a heavenly sword, take the supreme heart-forgetting intention, straighten the way of heaven, and carry out punishment on behalf of heaven."
After practicing martial arts to this point, you have crossed the limit and reached the level of myth.
Yang Lin's thoughts were racing.
He was the only one present who was unaffected and still had the time to comment on the power of the knife.
He was certain.
Song Que, who was at the extreme level of this sword style, directly used the sword technique to directly cross the realm of the Grand Master, and could almost touch the shadow of the realm.
If one's own domain is a small world with all things present, it can evolve all things.
So, Song Que's sword technique is to turn everything into a sword. If it is stronger, it can destroy everything.
Chi la.
The sky seemed to turn into a dark curtain, torn open by the light of the sword.
There is an infinite strong wind raging, and it seems that you can vaguely see the bizarre scenes inside.
Yang Lin took a deep breath.
The time around him seemed to be extended, and he calmed down, and for the first time since his self-cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, he punched seriously.
The energy, blood, essence, immortality energy, and domain spirit were all compressed into one punch, like a red lotus blooming, and a punch suddenly blasted out.
Boo...
There was a muffled sound.
The prosperous scene around Yang Lin suddenly stretched and flattened, and as it rolled and rolled, it turned into a lifelike red dragon, with endless blazing flames lingering around its body.
Just show up.
The whole sky seemed to be on fire.
In the mid-air, winds and clouds surged, lightning flashed like weaving, and a huge hole opened.
The light of the sword that cut through everything and broke through the moon and penetrated the clouds was swallowed by the red dragon with a long groan as it raised its head.
A figure in white clothes and a high crown floated blankly into the huge gaping hole.
Song Yuzhi felt a sudden pain in his heart and screamed: "Dad..."
She sensed something ominous.
Yang Lin let out a long sigh and looked at his fist thoughtfully.
The red dragon and red flames were struggling as if they were alive and wanted to rush forward, trying to turn the entire mountain city into a torch.
"Did you accidentally use the Red Emperor Fire Dragon Fist? How did I practice it?"
Some doubts came to mind.
Yang Lin's movements were not slow at all.
It was possible to defeat Song Que, but it would be great fun to knock the opponent into a crack in space and leave the opponent dead without any body parts.
This is not an alliance to conquer, but an enemy.
He moved his body, pressed Changtian slightly with his left hand, and grabbed and pulled with his right hand.
Countless cracks and jagged holes were instantly closed, and Song Que's body was pulled down like a kite. His feet were on the ground, and he woke up with a movement of his eyes.
He blinked a few times, raised his hands and looked at it. The memory just came to his mind, and his old face couldn't help but turn slightly red.
What I said before was awesome.
As a result, he was almost sent away by the opponent's move.
This is embarrassing.
Still in my own home, in front of countless relatives, friends, children, and outsiders.
"Don't mention the name Heavenly Sword again in the future. Change your name to Crazy Sword." Song Que turned to look at Song Zhi and Song Lu, then looked at Song Shidao Song Yuzhi with complicated eyes, and sighed: "In these years, It’s hard on you.”
After saying this, he grabbed Yang Lin and said: "Today, there are no princes and heavenly swords here, only father-in-law and son-in-law.
Good boy, the punch you just punched was so hard that it penetrated the sky. However, I am a little curious as to why you broke the void. Not only did you not leave, but you also held me back. "
"Although heaven is good, the world is even more beautiful, but I can't bear to part with it."
Yang Lin laughed.
It's hard for him to say that it's a time and space channel up there, and if he goes there, he'll have a narrow escape from death.
"What a reluctant person...
For the past twenty years, I have had a big dream. In fact, I can’t bear to leave this picturesque country and this beautiful world. I’ll go and drink. I won’t come back until I’m drunk today. "
The two of them laughed and walked arm-in-arm towards the place where the aroma of wine wafted.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
……………………
Asking for a monthly ticket.
