The serious boy has increased

It’s like the memory of Lin Pingzhi’s other life. Those who played games together, lost [-] games in a row, and lost bronze all the way from gold. If they want to talk to you, it’s definitely not because they want to talk about hot news, but because they want to greet their family members. .

Linghu Chong's current mood was almost the same, or even worse.

He has fought more than 30 times in a row, but has not won once.

"No, it must be because I was impetuous and broke the taboo of military strategists. Later, the fighting became more and more chaotic. Well, it must be like this."

Lin Pingzhi left after the fight without saying anything, which made Linghu Chong feel less uncomfortable.

But he was alone in the hole facing the wall, and he really couldn't accept the fact that he was so much worse than Lin Pingzhi, who was five or six years younger than him.

"The next time we meet, I will definitely put up 12 points of energy, and I will definitely be able to defeat his evil sword technique, um..."

Linghu Chong wasn't complaining, he could calm down and think about how to deal with Lin Pingzhi's sword move.

Even without Feng Qingyang pointing the way for him, he couldn't think of any good way by thinking wildly all by himself.

The more Linghu Chong thought about it, the more depressed he became, he slashed wildly in the cave, but his sword pierced into the stone wall.

He was surprised to find that the stone wall was only a thin layer, which could be broken with just a few strokes, and a deep and secluded hole was opened in the stone wall.

He bravely got in, for a long time, backed out, became distraught, staggered out of the cave, sat down on the ground, his whole body was not well.

Linghu Chong sat on the ground in a daze, not even noticing that someone came behind him and touched his bed.

"Does the old man know about this past?"

Lin Pingzhi and Feng Qingyang came to the cave, and saw the exquisite sword moves of the Po Wuyue Sword School carved on the stone wall by the ten elders of the Demon Sect.

"It's so..." Feng Qingyang muttered to himself, "This is the secret story of the Five Sacred Mountains. What I heard back then was not like this."

Well, the Wuyue Sword Sect was sent to the Demon Sect for that battle, so there will naturally be other reasons.

Lin Pingzhi purposely found the Hengshan School's sword moves, as well as the deciphering methods of the elders of the Demon Sect, and kept them all in his heart before looking at the other sword sect's sword moves and their deciphering methods.

Feng Qingyang didn't care too much, he would know when he reached a certain level, moves and solutions are not absolute, there is no perfect sword move in the world, only people with higher level of swordsmanship.

If Lin Pingzhi really memorized those sword moves, instead of using this sword move and solution to broaden his mind and deepen his understanding of swordsmanship itself, Feng Qingyang would be disappointed.

The two of them backed out within less than a stick of incense, opened Linghu Chong's acupuncture points, and left without a sound.

However, Linghu Chong still didn't wake up, as if he was having a nightmare. In the dream, he was full of monsters from the Demon Sect, who used those sword moves to crack the method, and slaughtered the Wuyue Sword Sect, blood flowed like a river.

So much so that in the next few days, he was in a trance and absent-minded.

Lin Pingzhi felt that it was time for Feng Qingyang to make his debut as a reclusive peerless expert.

However, Yue Buqun and Ning Zhong came to Siguoya at this time, seeing Linghu Chong's appearance, they were heartbroken and reprimanded him severely.

Then he tested Linghu Chong's martial arts, and found that he had taken an "evil path", and told the past about the sword qi battle.

In the end, Yue Buqun revealed his profound internal strength.

Finally, he "guided Linghu Chong back to the right path" again, and made him firmly believe that as long as his internal strength is strong, all sword moves are gaudy, and he can be invincible in the world with a flat slash.

Feng Qingyang's good chance to appear on the stage was ruined just like that.

"Boy, you heard it just now. What do you think about the battle of sword qi? Your internal energy is pure and powerful. Do you think the sword is more important or the qi?"

Back in the cave where the wind was clear, the old man was silent for a long time, and only asked quietly when it was time to eat.

"It seems that eating is more important, or drinking water, or which one is better, sweet or salty, is obviously just a matter of preference. It depends on personal conditions and ideas, just like Linghu Chong, he is obviously more suitable to follow the path of Jianzong , but he is determined to listen to his master."

"Sigh... If everyone had the same thoughts as you, there wouldn't be any sword qi disputes back then." Feng Qingyang sighed sadly.

"There will be, too. The battle of sword qi, to put it bluntly, is not about sword and qi, but about who listens to whom. It doesn't have to be justified by sword and qi, and there may be other reasons."

When Feng Qingyang heard this, he was taken aback for a moment, he always thought that if he hadn't fallen for that conspiracy, if he had been there when the battle between the two schools of sword qi was at its most intense, perhaps the tragedy would not have happened.

But in fact... there will be a fight no matter what, and one party must be completely subdued, or completely lost, before it can quit.

"Sigh... If you were from the Huashan sect, then you were from the Huashan sect back then. Maybe Huashan is in a completely different situation now."

"Ha, I'm the most impatient of these power struggles. It's too late for me to read scriptures and practice martial arts. I'll just run away at the first moment... Let's not talk about these, let's talk about Linghu Chong. What are you going to do?"

"What else can I do? That idiot just lacks practice, you kid will give him a tough drill!"

Feng Qingyang said that Linghu Chong was a beating who lacked love.

So the next day, Linghu Chong, who was refreshed and felt that he had figured out many problems, was cultivating internal strength and breathing out energy, when Lin Pingzhi came again.

"Brother Lin, you are here again, ha, there is more wine, enough brother!"

Linghu Chong didn't really want to see Lin Pingzhi so soon, but when he saw the wine, he was immediately overjoyed.

"Brother Linghu, are you interested in fighting again?"

"No need, I've already figured it out. Sword moves are secondary, and internal strength is fundamental. My internal strength is not as good as yours, so I must cultivate my internal strength diligently."

"Oh, that's it, I see."

But Lin Pingzhi's forgiving smile of "I understand" clearly means "I don't understand".

"Brother Lin, no matter what you think, it's true, and you are the same. You have deep internal strength, so don't take fancy and crooked paths."

"I see."

"You obviously just don't understand deeply..."

While drinking, Linghu Chong explained to Lin Pingzhi what Yue Buqun had told him.

"Brother Linghu, I'm afraid you're trying to convince yourself, aren't you?"

As soon as Linghu Chong heard this, he still wanted to distinguish, but suddenly he didn't know what to say. He had to admit that Lin Pingzhi had guessed his idea.

He hadn't seen Lin Pingzhi before, and he could still remember Yue Buqun's words, but when he saw it, his mind was full of Lin Pingzhi's evil swordsmanship, which broke his Huashan swordplay calmly.

"Anyway, if you have nothing to do, let's just exercise your body. Could it be that Brother Linghu can't meditate here all the time, come on."

Lin Pingzhi pulled Linghu Chong up, and he half pushed and half agreed.

They are all young people, who can bear the anger of losing thirty games in a row?