Jiuyang Tongshen Art

Chapter 492, never accept disciples

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"My mother died of melancholy, because the heartbroken father told my mother to come back after two months, but it turned out to be more than ten years of waiting. In the end, my mother... hey..." Lin Wuchang said this, unconsciously Eye sockets are a little wet, "To be honest, I have never seen my mother smile. Every morning before sunrise, she goes to the entrance of the village and waits until the moon climbs halfway up the hillside. If it wasn't for me and grandpa to call her , she still refuses to go home to rest."

When Lin Shaoyun heard him say this, he couldn't help but feel his old face flushed, feeling very guilty, and secretly blamed himself: "Xiuxiu is such an infatuated person, Lin Shaoyun, Lin Shaoyun, you really deserve to die..."

At this time, the truth came to light. It turned out that he was the murderer. Lin Shaoyun's anger turned into infinite self-blame.

"Oh! By the way! Excuse me, do you have any relationship with our family?" Lin Wuchang said coldly.

"Relationship?" Lin Shaoyun smiled wryly: "Let you see this, maybe you will understand." After finishing speaking, he stopped and only heard a soft swish.

Lin Wuchang didn't see any movement of Lin Shaoyun, but the Tianyun sword in his hand came out of its sheath automatically, and fell into his hand silently.

"Luo Yu Thirteen Swords, look out!" The sword in Lin Shaoyun's hand scattered like flying flowers.

In Lin Shaoyun's hands, it is like a stormy sea, like a beauty covering her face, with infinite power, but subtle and beautiful. It is not so much a practice of swordsmanship as it is a sword dance .

It feels amazing.

Especially Lin Wuchang, he originally practiced the thirteen swords of falling rain, and he also had a lot of experience in its subtleties. He originally thought that his swordsmanship was already at a very high level.But at this time, he realized that if compared with Lin Shaoyun, the swordsmanship he practiced was like a three-year-old child dancing wildly with wooden sticks. To describe it in two words, it is: childish!

Because, this is basically the same swordsmanship, Lin Shaoyun used the same move, and the one he used felt very different.

At that moment, Lin Wuchang actually felt ashamed and ashamed of himself. He found that this person's swordsmanship was better than his mother's, and it was extremely powerful and graceful.

Really, there is an impeccable momentum of spring rain swaying on the earth.

Lin Shaoyun just played a few tricks casually, and then stopped. In an instant, the sword in his hand fell into the scabbard in Lin Wuchang's hand without a sound.

Lin Shaoyun, who has already surpassed the golden core period, can play a few sword skills casually, which are all the realms that today's martial arts people look up to. There is absolutely no doubt about this.

"See what's coming?" Lin Shaoyun saw that Lin Wuchang's eyes were dull, and he seemed obsessed with it.

After hearing the words, Lin Wuchang felt as if he had been splashed with cold water, and he came back to his senses and said, "It's very powerful. I ask myself that even if I practice for a hundred years, I won't be able to reach your level."

His answer made Lin Shaoyun a little astonished. He wanted to wake him up through swordsmanship so that he could guess his identity through swordsmanship, but unexpectedly, he was completely obsessed with swordsmanship, but forgot to associate.

"I mean, do you know who I am now?" Lin Shaoyun reminded.

"You..." Lin Wuchang glanced at Lin Shaoyun. His own martial arts were all taught by his mother, and it was said that his mother's skills were taught by his father who hadn't seen him for more than [-] years. Of course he would not think that The young man in front of him was his father, so he immediately asked, "Could it be that you are my father's apprentice?"

Lin Shaoyun rolled his bitter eyes, sighed heavily, straightened his clothes with his hands, and said, "I never accept apprentices! When I taught your mother this set of sword skills, I really didn't expect twenty After more than a year, you will appear, but she..."

"You taught my mother? 20 years ago?" Lin Wuchang opened his mouth wide, with an incredulous expression, pointing at Lin Shaoyun and said, "You...you mean, you are me..." Before the father word came out, Lin Shaoyun was noncommittal nodded.

"I don't believe it! You're talking nonsense..." After Lin Wuchang said this, he lost all confidence. After all, the swordsmanship of that hand is as good as fake, not to mention the high strength of this person's martial arts. Logically, one palm can make him I will never be reborn, but I have been patient. At this moment, when I think of that relationship, I suddenly feel a little enlightened.

But in his heart, if his father is still alive, he is also an old man in his fifties, how could he be so young?

Because Lin Shaoyun was too young, Lin Wuchang couldn't accept this fact at once.

"No...you're lying, how could my father be you?" Lin Wuchang felt that Lin Shaoyun was almost his brother, calling him father, isn't that too funny, and if you say it, wouldn't it make people laugh out loud?

Lin Shaoyun frowned and said, "Why should I lie to you!" For a moment, he didn't expect the other party to deny it because he looked too young.

"Grandfather, he said he was my father, can you see if he is?" Lin Wuchang hurriedly asked Uncle Li for help.

After all, things changed too suddenly, and Lin Wuchang was a little confused for a while.

On the other hand, Ah Rong opened her mouth wide, she also didn't believe that this young man was Wuchang's father.

Uncle Li's ears are relatively backward, and he couldn't hear what his grandson was saying, so he asked in a hoarse voice, "What did you say?"

"I said grandpa, let's see if he is my father." His voice trembled slightly.

After all, only grandpa can give the answer to this sudden incident.

This time, Uncle Li heard clearly, his body trembled unknowingly, and he said to himself: "He...he's back?"

He hurried forward, grabbed Lin Shaoyun's clothes, looked at them carefully, and asked, "Are you really Lin San?"

Lin Shaoyun nodded and said, "I'm really Lin San!"

"Is he?" Lin Wuchang asked anxiously.

Uncle Li shook his head and said: "Hey! You also know that the only person who saw your father's true face back then was your mother, and no one in the whole village has seen it, because your father..."

"He is wearing a golden mask! I know that!" Lin Wuchang interrupted without waiting for Uncle Li to finish speaking.

Lin Shaoyun suddenly realized that Uncle Li didn't recognize him because he didn't wear a mask. He turned his palm over and took out the golden mask from the Qiankun ring, put it on his face, and said, "Grandpa, look again. ,how?"

Uncle Li hadn't reacted yet, but in the distance, a villager yelled loudly: "Immortal Lin is back!"

Then I heard the sound of a hand beating an iron basin.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! That's it!" Uncle Li will never forget Lin Shaoyun's heroic appearance in the golden mask back then. When he saw Lin Shaoyun wearing the mask at this time, the long-lost sense of familiarity came to his heart .

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