Lin Pingzhi just looked back at him vigilantly and did not speak.
Song Qingshu was bored and didn’t care about how suspicious he looked, so he continued, “I have a set of sword techniques here, and I will show you the complete set of swordsmanship. If you want to learn it or not, it’s up to you.”
After speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, he readied his wooden sword, and moved the sword lightly.
At first Lin Pingzhi thought that the other party was teasing him, but after watching for a while, he found that the other party was indeed showing him a set of exquisite sword technique, and it was much more advanced than what his master usually taught him.
While trying to follow Song Qingshu’s movements, Lin Pingzhi’s temples were sweating slightly. He only felt that he remembered a certain move and then forgot that move. After memorizing dozens of moves, he even forgot the previously memorized moves. There was a profound martial art in front of him, but he couldn’t remember it at all, that endless regret and despair arose spontaneously in his heart.
After Song Qingshu finished his demonstration, he looked at Lin Pingzhi, who was sweating profusely, and asked, “How much did you remember?”
Lin Pingzhi’s lips were bleeding from being bitten by his teeth, and he said angrily, “I didn’t remember anything.”
This time, it was Song Qingshu’s turn to be stunned, and subconsciously said, “I really want to worship you as a pig deity.”
Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi felt even more embarrassed. After a while his expression turned red to blue, then it turned so pale that he looked like a corpse.
Seeing Lin Pingzhi’s appearance, Song Qingshu seemed to go into a trance. He remembered a scene in his previous life where he went to a martial artist to learn martial arts on a whim. Before learning, he imagined that he was a genius like the protagonists of martial arts novels, and he could learn it by seeing it once. As a result, the martial artist taught him one move after another. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. The frustration due to reality made that incident unforgettable forever.
Wasn’t Lin Pingzhi just an ordinary person without all those fancy plot armor of the protagonist? Song Qingshu showed a smile and comforted him, “Your martial arts level is too low now, and I don’t blame you for not remembering these advanced swordsmanship techniques. Well, I have another method, you just have to look into my eyes.”
Lin Pingzhi raised his head subconsciously and saw the dark and deep pupils of the other party. His eyes suddenly became dazed, and his whole person seemed to enter an empty space.
Suddenly, the figure of Song Qingshu appeared in front of him, and the other party smiled and said, “I’m using the Bewitching Technique to imprint the sword technique in your mind, but as it’s not your own yet, it’ll just be convenient for you when you are in doubt. For now, it’ll fulfill the purpose of inquiry, only after you have mastered it, can you truly learn this sword technique.”
Lin Pingzhi heard it in his dazed state, and he had all kinds of doubts in his heart.
He didn’t know why, but this time he just felt like he was in a daze. But he remembered every detail clearly.
There was a sound of snapping fingers in his ear, Lin Pingzhi woke up from the haze. With a thought, every move and every style of the swordsmanship clearly came to his mind, and he couldn’t help but look at Song Qingshu in surprise, “I remember, I remembered!”
“Your martial arts foundation is too poor. You can only get revenge against Yu Canghai after practicing this sword technique for three years. Remember! If you can learn the internal techniques of Mount Hua Sect in the meantime, with internal strength as a foundation, you should be able to get twice the result with half the effort.” Song Qingshu thought for a while then reminded him solemnly. (Goblin: Yu Canghai is the leader of the Qingcheng Sect. After Lin Pingzhi accidentally killed his son in a brawl, he led the Qingcheng Sect to massacre the Lin family.)
“Three years?” Lin Pingzhi was full of surprises. With his current martial arts speed, he was afraid that might not be able to avenge his revenge on Yu Canghai before he died of old age. Now Song Qingshu told him that after three years of hard work, he could get what he wanted. How could he not be ecstatic?
“By the way, don’t tell anyone about the things I told you about martial arts, including your master.” Song Qingshu was still a little worried when he thought of the wily Yue Buqun.
“Yes! Your great kindness and great virtue, this Pingzhi will never forget it!” Lin Pingzhi knelt on the ground and respectfully kowtowed three times.
“You don’t have to do this, it’s just a small effort for me.” Song Qingshu turned sideways to hide.
“It was nothing for the benefactor, but for Pingzhi, it is a new chance at life.” Lin Pingzhi said sternly.
“Okay, go back quickly, or that Miss Yue is going to be worried.” Song Qingshu said jokingly.
Lin Pingzhi’s face turned red, he just took a few steps towards the training grounds, then he suddenly turned around, and asked with a complicated expression, “Why did the benefactor help me?”
“Originally, you and I were both pitiful people, maybe that’s why I feel sympathetic towards you.” Song Qingshu seemed to be separated from this world when he said these words.
Lin Pingzhi nodded as if he didn’t really understand, and greeted Yue Lingshan who was running over.
Back at the Chongxiao Hall, Yue Buqun and Mu Renqing had already negotiated and decided to visit Feng Qingyang together on Cognition Cliff.
Although Feng Qingyang belonged to the sword faction, Yue Buqun thought that if a sword master lived in seclusion in Mount Hua, then he naturally wouldn’t have to worry all day that Mount Hua Sect will be directly destroyed by Zuo Lengchan, so he was also eager to go to Cognition Cliff to prove the existence of Feng Qingyang.
After the group came to the Cognition Cliff, Mu Renqing used his inner strength to spread his voice all over the mountain, “Mu Renqing, the descendant of the Mount Hua Sword Sect, asks to see the Uncle Master.”
Yue Buqun on the side secretly admired that although the sword faction practiced with mainly swordsmanship and movement techniques, the Primordial Chaos Skill they practiced was not inferior to the Qi faction’s internal energy cultivation techniques.
Mu Renqing shouted three times in a row, but there was no response at all. The group looked at each other and stared at Song Qingshu.
Seeing Xia Qingqing’s expression, Song Qingshu gave a wry smile and shrugged, “The things I do for love.”
After speaking, he tapped into his dantian and shouted with more vigorous inner strength, “Old man Feng, I’m back again, last time I was careless and I just lost to your move, this time I won’t be merciful, come come come, we will fight three times and a hundred rounds…”
Xia Qingqing’s face had a black line, and the faces of the Mount Hua Sect disciples turned ugly. At this moment, a cold snort was heard, “You overestimate your own strength!”
The voice seemed soft and weak, but it could clearly reach everyone’s ears despite Song Qingshu’s thunderous roar. Yue Buqun’s complexion changed, ‘I didn’t expect that the Primordial Chaos Skill practiced to the extreme could reach such a state.’
As soon as he finished speaking, a white-bearded and green-robed old man appeared at the corner of a large rock, with a depressed expression and a golden complexion.
“Disciple Mu Renqing (Yue Buqun) pays respects to Master Feng.” Seeing his appearance, although there were traces of the passing years, they still didn’t have trouble recognizing the person who was the number one master in swordsmanship.
Feng Qingyang waved his sleeves, and the two of them only felt a soft energy lifting them up, and they admired him even more greatly.
Looking at the heads of the two factions, Feng Qingyang had a complicated expression and sighed, “I missed the Sword Qi martial arts competition, which caused the sword faction to be almost wiped out. I really have no face to see the people of the sword faction. Today If not…” After speaking, he gave Song Qingshu a vicious look.
Song Qingshu felt his hair standing up when he saw the look, and he quickly pushed Xia Qingqing forward, and said with a smirk, “This time it’s your disciple who has something to ask you, and it’s none of my business.”
Lin Pingzhi just looked back at him vigilantly and did not speak.
Song Qingshu was bored and didn’t care about how suspicious he looked, so he continued, “I have a set of sword techniques here, and I will show you the complete set of swordsmanship. If you want to learn it or not, it’s up to you.”
After speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, he readied his wooden sword, and moved the sword lightly.
At first Lin Pingzhi thought that the other party was teasing him, but after watching for a while, he found that the other party was indeed showing him a set of exquisite sword technique, and it was much more advanced than what his master usually taught him.
While trying to follow Song Qingshu’s movements, Lin Pingzhi’s temples were sweating slightly. He only felt that he remembered a certain move and then forgot that move. After memorizing dozens of moves, he even forgot the previously memorized moves. There was a profound martial art in front of him, but he couldn’t remember it at all, that endless regret and despair arose spontaneously in his heart.
After Song Qingshu finished his demonstration, he looked at Lin Pingzhi, who was sweating profusely, and asked, “How much did you remember?”
Lin Pingzhi’s lips were bleeding from being bitten by his teeth, and he said angrily, “I didn’t remember anything.”
This time, it was Song Qingshu’s turn to be stunned, and subconsciously said, “I really want to worship you as a pig deity.”
Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi felt even more embarrassed. After a while his expression turned red to blue, then it turned so pale that he looked like a corpse.
Seeing Lin Pingzhi’s appearance, Song Qingshu seemed to go into a trance. He remembered a scene in his previous life where he went to a martial artist to learn martial arts on a whim. Before learning, he imagined that he was a genius like the protagonists of martial arts novels, and he could learn it by seeing it once. As a result, the martial artist taught him one move after another. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. The frustration due to reality made that incident unforgettable forever.
Wasn’t Lin Pingzhi just an ordinary person without all those fancy plot armor of the protagonist? Song Qingshu showed a smile and comforted him, “Your martial arts level is too low now, and I don’t blame you for not remembering these advanced swordsmanship techniques. Well, I have another method, you just have to look into my eyes.”
Lin Pingzhi raised his head subconsciously and saw the dark and deep pupils of the other party. His eyes suddenly became dazed, and his whole person seemed to enter an empty space.
Suddenly, the figure of Song Qingshu appeared in front of him, and the other party smiled and said, “I’m using the Bewitching Technique to imprint the sword technique in your mind, but as it’s not your own yet, it’ll just be convenient for you when you are in doubt. For now, it’ll fulfill the purpose of inquiry, only after you have mastered it, can you truly learn this sword technique.”
Lin Pingzhi heard it in his dazed state, and he had all kinds of doubts in his heart.
He didn’t know why, but this time he just felt like he was in a daze. But he remembered every detail clearly.
There was a sound of snapping fingers in his ear, Lin Pingzhi woke up from the haze. With a thought, every move and every style of the swordsmanship clearly came to his mind, and he couldn’t help but look at Song Qingshu in surprise, “I remember, I remembered!”
“Your martial arts foundation is too poor. You can only get revenge against Yu Canghai after practicing this sword technique for three years. Remember! If you can learn the internal techniques of Mount Hua Sect in the meantime, with internal strength as a foundation, you should be able to get twice the result with half the effort.” Song Qingshu thought for a while then reminded him solemnly. (Goblin: Yu Canghai is the leader of the Qingcheng Sect. After Lin Pingzhi accidentally killed his son in a brawl, he led the Qingcheng Sect to massacre the Lin family.)
“Three years?” Lin Pingzhi was full of surprises. With his current martial arts speed, he was afraid that might not be able to avenge his revenge on Yu Canghai before he died of old age. Now Song Qingshu told him that after three years of hard work, he could get what he wanted. How could he not be ecstatic?
“By the way, don’t tell anyone about the things I told you about martial arts, including your master.” Song Qingshu was still a little worried when he thought of the wily Yue Buqun.
“Yes! Your great kindness and great virtue, this Pingzhi will never forget it!” Lin Pingzhi knelt on the ground and respectfully kowtowed three times.
“You don’t have to do this, it’s just a small effort for me.” Song Qingshu turned sideways to hide.
“It was nothing for the benefactor, but for Pingzhi, it is a new chance at life.” Lin Pingzhi said sternly.
“Okay, go back quickly, or that Miss Yue is going to be worried.” Song Qingshu said jokingly.
Lin Pingzhi’s face turned red, he just took a few steps towards the training grounds, then he suddenly turned around, and asked with a complicated expression, “Why did the benefactor help me?”
“Originally, you and I were both pitiful people, maybe that’s why I feel sympathetic towards you.” Song Qingshu seemed to be separated from this world when he said these words.
Lin Pingzhi nodded as if he didn’t really understand, and greeted Yue Lingshan who was running over.
Back at the Chongxiao Hall, Yue Buqun and Mu Renqing had already negotiated and decided to visit Feng Qingyang together on Cognition Cliff.
Although Feng Qingyang belonged to the sword faction, Yue Buqun thought that if a sword master lived in seclusion in Mount Hua, then he naturally wouldn’t have to worry all day that Mount Hua Sect will be directly destroyed by Zuo Lengchan, so he was also eager to go to Cognition Cliff to prove the existence of Feng Qingyang.
After the group came to the Cognition Cliff, Mu Renqing used his inner strength to spread his voice all over the mountain, “Mu Renqing, the descendant of the Mount Hua Sword Sect, asks to see the Uncle Master.”
Yue Buqun on the side secretly admired that although the sword faction practiced with mainly swordsmanship and movement techniques, the Primordial Chaos Skill they practiced was not inferior to the Qi faction’s internal energy cultivation techniques.
Mu Renqing shouted three times in a row, but there was no response at all. The group looked at each other and stared at Song Qingshu.
Seeing Xia Qingqing’s expression, Song Qingshu gave a wry smile and shrugged, “The things I do for love.”
After speaking, he tapped into his dantian and shouted with more vigorous inner strength, “Old man Feng, I’m back again, last time I was careless and I just lost to your move, this time I won’t be merciful, come come come, we will fight three times and a hundred rounds…”
Xia Qingqing’s face had a black line, and the faces of the Mount Hua Sect disciples turned ugly. At this moment, a cold snort was heard, “You overestimate your own strength!”
The voice seemed soft and weak, but it could clearly reach everyone’s ears despite Song Qingshu’s thunderous roar. Yue Buqun’s complexion changed, ‘I didn’t expect that the Primordial Chaos Skill practiced to the extreme could reach such a state.’
As soon as he finished speaking, a white-bearded and green-robed old man appeared at the corner of a large rock, with a depressed expression and a golden complexion.
“Disciple Mu Renqing (Yue Buqun) pays respects to Master Feng.” Seeing his appearance, although there were traces of the passing years, they still didn’t have trouble recognizing the person who was the number one master in swordsmanship.
Feng Qingyang waved his sleeves, and the two of them only felt a soft energy lifting them up, and they admired him even more greatly.
Looking at the heads of the two factions, Feng Qingyang had a complicated expression and sighed, “I missed the Sword Qi martial arts competition, which caused the sword faction to be almost wiped out. I really have no face to see the people of the sword faction. Today If not…” After speaking, he gave Song Qingshu a vicious look.
Song Qingshu felt his hair standing up when he saw the look, and he quickly pushed Xia Qingqing forward, and said with a smirk, “This time it’s your disciple who has something to ask you, and it’s none of my business.”
