Dynasty Conquest

Chapter 134 Lin's Sword Art!
On the second day, Lin Chuan packed up at dawn, got on his horse and headed towards the ancestral house.

Lin's ancestral house is located in Beicheng District of Mucheng. Although some of it was destroyed in the war, the ancestral hall has been preserved.

"Young master Lin, the commander is waiting for you inside." The old servant of the Lin family was still guarding the ancestral house. When he saw Lin Chuan coming, he led the horse and pointed to the yard.

"Thank you, old man." Lin Chuan thanked him and walked towards the door.

Lin's mansion has now been refurbished. Compared with the rubble and cobwebs everywhere when he first came, it is now cleaned up.

Several guards of the handsome mansion straightened their chests and stood on both sides of the gate of the mansion, seeing Lin Chuan nodded slightly.

As the commander-in-chief's personal guards, their main responsibility was to protect Lin Nuoyan's safety.

Along the winding bluestone path, Lin Chuan headed for the ancestral hall in the backyard.

In the yard, the red snowberry is in full bloom, exuding a strong fragrance, and the whole yard is filled with a faint fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed.

The combat boots stepped on the bluestone road, making a sonorous and powerful sound.

Lin Chuan hadn't visited the ancestral house properly yet, and looked around like traveling in the mountains and rivers along the way.

With pavilions, terraces and pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, carved dragons and painted phoenixes, the whole ancestral house is sometimes majestic, sometimes graceful and small. Lin Chuan can imagine that it must have cost a lot of money to build this ancestral house.

Lin Chuan stopped in front of the large water tank in the yard, and a trace that had been deducted appeared in the middle of the water tank. In Lin Chuan's memory, it was gilded.

The flowers and plants in the yard grew extraordinarily lush, I don't know if it was watered by the blood of the Lin clan.

"You're here." Lin Nuoyan was already standing at the gate of the ancestral hall with his hands behind his back.

Lin Chuan nodded and walked up the steps.

"Go in and worship, and offer a stick of incense."

The ancestral hall is dedicated to the ancestors of the Lin family. The ever-burning lamps are always lit, and the entire ancestral hall is solemn and solemn.

The high and low ranks are the members of the Lin clan fighting on the battlefield. At this moment, they look down on Lin Chuan like gods, filling Lin Chuan's heart with awe.

The incense was emitting green smoke. Although Lin Chuan did not believe in ghosts and gods, it curled up. Lin Chuan bowed three times to the ancestors of the Lin family to express his respect for the ancestors.

Although Lin Chuan didn't believe in ghosts and gods, he felt a little more in awe of these mysterious things after crossing.

After worshiping the ancestors, Lin Chuan turned and walked out of the ancestral hall.

Facing Lin Chuan, Lin Nuoyan looked at this junior clansman carefully, and nodded with satisfaction, "Chuan'er, do you know why I called you here today?"

Lin Chuan shook his head: "I don't know."Lin Chuan really didn't know why Lin Nuoyan called him here alone.

"Do you know why the ancestors of the Lin family were able to stand in the dynasty for hundreds of years, with only war generals and no civil servants?"

Lin Chuan still shook his head. This is what Lin Chuan wanted to ask. Why did the Lin family only play generals, but not civil servants above the court?

Lin Nuoyan looked up at the sky and sighed. This is Lin's sorrow and Lin's misfortune.

The ancestors of the Lin family produced countless marshals and generals who fought on the frontier and saved the dynasty from peril several times. The Lin family gave birth to many generals, all because of the Lin family's knowledge of swordsmanship.

Lin Nuoyan carefully took out a custom-made parchment book from his arms, as if he was caressing his own child, full of reluctance.

"When the Patriarch handed over this saber technique to me, I knew that the Lin family might suffer a change, but I didn't expect it to happen so quickly."

Lin Chuan looked at the parchment and asked curiously: "What kind of knife technique is this, is it important?"

Lin Nuoyan nodded solemnly, "This is the sword technique that the Lin family has inherited for hundreds of years, and it is also the greatest wealth of the Lin family."

"But I have never seen Uncle Lin you use any powerful sword skills?"

"That's because you, Uncle Lin, and I are stupid, and I haven't mastered this saber technique yet."

Lin Chuan was surprised. He didn't expect that Lin Nuoyan couldn't learn Lin's sword technique. What kind of sword technique book is this?Lin Chuan was very curious.

Lin Nuoyan closed the parchment scroll, "You are a disciple of my Lin family, so naturally you have the opportunity to practice it, but before handing it over to you, I want to see if you can keep it with your strength."

Lin Nuoyan said seriously: "Draw out your sword, let me see your strength."

Lin Chuan was in a bit of a dilemma. The fighting experience he summed up was all battlefield fighting techniques. If he didn't grasp it well, he would hurt Lin Nuoyan.

As if seeing the concern in Lin Chuan's eyes, Lin Nuoyan smiled: "You think you can hurt me?"

Seeing Lin Nuoyan's self-confidence, Lin Chuan felt relieved, and slowly pulled out the saber from his waist, a powerful murderous aura slowly pressed from his body to the surroundings.

"Kill!" Lin Chuan roared angrily, with a serious face, he swung his knife and attacked Lin Nuoyan.

"Boom!" Lin Chuan attacked fast, and his body flew back quickly. Before his saber was close to Lin Nuoyan, he was forced back by Lin Nuoyan's saber. He didn't even see how Lin Nuoyan drew his saber. Lin Nuoyan kicked him flying.

Lin Chuan suddenly felt his heart churning and his chest ached.

"Insufficient strength, soft and harmless."

Lin Chuan was not convinced, and swung his knife again to kill him.

An icy light quickly approached Lin Chuan's throat, and Lin Chuan found that the cold blade in Lin Nuoyan's hand was resting on his neck.

"You use a knife to open and close, and it's okay to deal with ordinary people, but when you meet a master, you will definitely die."

Lin Nuoyan withdrew the sword from Lin Chuan's neck, and continued, "Come again!"

Now Lin Chuan has completely let go of his contempt for Lin Nuoyan in his heart. He never thought that Lin Nuoyan, who always seemed to be indifferent, would be so powerful.

Lin Chuan did not attack rashly this time, but paced slowly, trying to find Lin Nuoyan's weakness.

Lin Nuoyan stood there, motionless, waiting for Lin Chuan's attack.

But soon Lin Chuan was disappointed. Although Lin Nuoyan stood there seemingly casually, he found that no matter which direction he attacked from, it didn't seem to be the opponent's weakness.

In the end, Lin Chuan still raised his saber and attacked Lin Nuoyan. The sharp saber cut through the cold air, and went straight to Lin Nuoyan's lower body in a beautiful arc.

But Lin Chuan soon discovered that Lin Nuoyan's body was like an agile ape, and he even dodged it. When he attacked again, he felt that his abdomen was abnormal, and he lowered his head. Lin Nuoyan's long knife was facing his own abdomen.

Lin Chuan withdrew his saber in frustration, "Uncle Lin, I have lost."

In his previous life, Lin Chuan, as the King of Special Forces, was good at close combat, and he was good at using short weapons such as daggers. The sword he uses now is also summed up by himself from fighting on the battlefield. A master of learning has to be defeated.

"The sword is the king of soldiers, and the momentum often needs to be indomitable, fast and fierce. All powerful sword masters will kill the enemy with a single blow. You are too hesitant."

"But you are already very good." Seeing Lin Chuan's frustration, Lin Nuoyan changed the subject and said comfortingly.

Lin Nuoyan handed the parchment to Lin Chuan, and carefully said: "You must practice hard when you go back, the important task of Lin's rise depends on you."

Holding the sheepskin in his hand, Lin Chuan felt a heavy responsibility, and secretly vowed in his heart that he must carry forward the Lin family.

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