Longevity Martial Arts: Beginning with Sword Drawing

Chapter 277 Ten years of sharpening the sword, one sword shakes the sky!
Several flood dragons jumped out of the river, and their huge body rushed towards Lin Bei suddenly. Their deep pupils gleamed with anger, and they opened their bloody mouths. The dragon's whiskers fluttered, and the white scales on its body glistened under the sunlight.

A majestic and ferocious aura rushed towards the face, and the coercion of the master of the dragon was hidden under the hood, making Lin Bei standing on the river with his body skills like a willow swaying in the strong wind, which would be broken at any time.

"The coercion of the master of the true spirit realm..."

Lin Bei took a deep breath, feeling that his body was being suppressed by an invisible mountain, and his activities were restricted.

But he will not give in easily, a burst of purple electricity bursts out of his eyes, a little copper shines up, and quickly spreads to cover his whole body, and his body of copper and iron walls bears invisible coercion.

At the same time, the dark blue electric arc with a ray of red thunder mixed with his body suddenly flourished, and quickly converged on the long sword in his hand.

hum~
With the slight tremor of the sword body, the sword intent condensed in an instant, and quickly climbed to the peak.

Just when he was preparing to meet the siege of several white flood dragons in the true spirit realm.

"Naughty animal! Don't hurt people!"

Suddenly, a clear drink sounded.

A ray of sword light appeared, and a sallow young man emerged from the island, looking at the white flood dragon that was rushing towards Lin Bei.

A sword-shaped token appeared in front of him, his left hands were folded into fingers, and the sharp sword light surged out from the fingertips, lightly tapping on the sword-shaped token.

hum~
There was a burst of silvery white ripples on the sword-shaped token, shining brightly.

"Ang, ang—"

The thick chains wrapped around the limbs of several white flood dragons that were pounced towards Linbei suddenly shrank, like ropes, binding their huge dragon bodies tightly.

At the same time, on the chain, sharp sword intents burst out suddenly, piercing into the body of the dragon.

"hold head high!"

"hold head high--"

Baijiao struggled and roared, and his body fell straight down to the river from mid-air, splashing water waves several feet high.

The white jiao that fell into the river was still rolling and struggling, and there was a surge of water waves, especially after being invaded by the sword energy, the scales fell to the ground, and there were several bloody wounds on the body, the blood stained the river water A layer of red.

Swish!
The sallow youth withdrew his fingers, and the sword light of the sword-shaped token converged and went out.

And Jiangzhong Baijiao also stopped rolling and struggling, the chains that bound him were loosened, and the sword light disappeared.

After being taught a lesson, these white flood dragons became much more honest, and they re-formed into the Nine Jiao Flooding Formation to raise turbulent waves and shoot towards the warriors who flew by.

"Thank you!"

Lin Bei bowed to the sallow youth and sincerely thanked him.

If he hadn't guessed, the sallow young man in front of him was also one of the seven great master disciples of the old man Jianzhen.

"Ah."

The sallow youth just nodded slightly, then turned into a sword light again, and flew back to Jiangxin Island.

Lin Bei didn't stop much, and stepped into the island in a few steps.

As he stepped on the solid ground, mist suddenly shrouded his eyes. Lin Bei looked far away, but found that his vision was blocked.

Immediately afterwards, the fog surged, and the vision in front of him changed.

"Huh? Where is this?"

Lin Bei found himself sitting in a simple study room, the small window faced the courtyard, and the sound of magpies chirping in the treetops came to his ears.

In the study room, all kinds of books are piled up on the bookcases and desks, and even the bed where you lie on your side and take a nap is piled up with a lot of books.

In front of him is a piece of wet paper with densely packed small characters written on it. At a glance, they are all annotations of the classics and history collections.

"Why did I appear here? Where is this place? What was I doing just now..."

Lin Bei frowned, feeling as if he had forgotten something important, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"My lord, I got it! I got it! I got it this time!"

Just when he was wondering and having a headache, he suddenly heard someone from outside the house rushing into the study, with hurried footsteps, which can even be described as stumbling.

Lin Bei looked intently and saw that the person who came was a book boy. Looking at the book boy's appearance, a memory flooded him, and he blurted out: "Gu Lun, why are you so flustered?"

"I got it! I got it! I got it..."

The book boy Gu Lun was panting heavily, his face flushed with excitement and joy, causing him to stammer a bit.

"What happened?"

Lin Bei asked suspiciously.

"Master, you... won the exam!"

The book boy Gu Lun finally spoke, but what he said was like a thunderclap on the ground, which made Lin Bei's ears go numb, his eyes widened, and his face was dull.

"Is it right? Is it right??"

"I won the lift... I won the lift..."

Lin Bei's mind was buzzing, his thoughts went blank, and his whole body was trembling with excitement, leaving only his mouth opening and closing, muttering to himself.

"Yes! I got it, the master finally got it!"

Gu Lun smiled all over his face, filled with joy from the bottom of his heart.

It took a while for Lin Bei to recover from Zhongju's extreme excitement. He straightened his clothes, with an unprecedented smile on his face.

"Ten years of hard work, finally hard work pays off!"

Looking at the books in the room and the magpies still chirping at the window, Lin Bei seemed to see himself leaning against the cold window shaking his head and studying hard for ten years.

"Finally won!"

The excitement in his heart was beyond words, and Lin Bei could only take a deep breath.

After recovering, he frowned again and said, "Gu Lun, you're not lying to me, are you... I really won the exam?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he also became nervous, what if his bookboy was teasing him.

But Gu Lun said sincerely: "Master, you really won the exam, and the poor man outside the door is still waiting to give you a reward!"

"Good! Good, that's good!"

Lin Bei said "go", then straightened his clothes again, and walked towards the door.

After crossing the simple courtyard and coming to the gate, I saw several applicants directing people to hang up the posters.

"Congratulations! Congratulations, Master Lin High School!"

"Congratulations! Master Lin has lived up to ten years of hardship..."

With the sound of congratulations, Lin Bei was submerged like a wave.

Lin Bei was all smiles, watching the neighbors in the street, merchants and officials in the county, familiar and unfamiliar, all congratulated him.

After ten years of cold windows, no one asked, but once in high school, the world knew!

The high-spirited Lin Bei laughed happily. Amidst the compliments from the crowd, he felt elated and felt that his life had reached its peak.

Immediately afterwards, there were tables of banquets, banquets of thanking guests, and Lin Bei was toasted by various people in turn.

There are rich merchants, the head of a county, gang members, and even brothel actors, all of whom are extremely polite to Lin Bei.

After the banquet, the red-faced Lin Bei was promised to be married by the county magistrate again, and the county magistrate wanted to marry Lin Bei's beautiful, well-educated daughter.

Of course, Lin Bei would not refuse such a good thing, so he readily accepted it, discussed an auspicious day, and settled on the marriage.

In order to invest in Lin Bei, the wealthy businessman also sent him a huge amount of money, and the flattery even touched his heart.

When it came time to marry the county magistrate's daughter, Lin Bei rode a tall horse, dressed in red as a groom, and led a long wedding team to the county magistrate's mansion.

A row of oppressive people stood at the gate of the county government office, all holding swords, guarding the gate of the county government office.

"Ok?"

Lin Bei's eyes unconsciously fell on the sword on the waist of the yamen servant, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity pouring into his heart.

"It's strange. I'm a scholar. I haven't even killed a chicken on weekdays. How can I be familiar with swords?"

Lin Bei shook his head in puzzlement, extremely puzzled.

(End of this chapter)