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It was still some time before Mo Lingyun went to class, Jing Rong personally taught him the sword art, or watched Mo Lingyun practice the sword from the sidelines, pointing out the mistakes that he could correct.

Mo Lingyun didn't have a partner to practice, and he still feels vague about some moves. Fortunately, Jing Rong offered to be him as a training partner. When fighting with him, he doesn't use spiritual power. As long as Jing Rong doesn't use spiritual power, Mo Lingyun feels that he still has the ability chance to win.

When the two swords collided, the blades clanked, and Jing Rong turned his back to dodge Mo Lingyun and swept the sword. He was clearly on the defensive, but he didn't make Mo Lingyun feel that he had an advantage at all.

Liu Yun's wide-sleeved attire did not affect Jing Rong's smooth sword style. After staggering Mo Lingyun's swift sword after sword, he turned defense into offense and forced people back step by step, with a different determination in his eyes Come on, this is a fight with Mo Lingyun.

Mo Lingyun focused on catching Jingrong's sword move, and when the wind broke out, he turned around and jumped behind Jingrong. However, Jingrong reacted very quickly, and before Mo Lingyun could get close with his sword, he quickly pulled Open the distance between the two.

For Mo Lingyun, who wins with absolute sweep and brute force, it is the best choice not to get close to him.

When the long sword lay across Mo Lingyun's neck, the result of the competition between the two was self-evident, but looking at Mo Lingyun's aggrieved expression, it was obvious that he refused to admit defeat.

Jing Rong put away the sword, and stated briefly: "Lingyun, your sword technique has more than enough power but not enough style. It is not difficult for a knowledgeable and knowledgeable person to dispel your sword's momentum."

"Ah..." Mo Lingyun held the sword and sighed lowly. He has been more than two years, and anyone would praise him as a genius of swordsmanship, but he still can't beat his master.

"Take your time and listen to Zhelan's lecture carefully. His knowledge of sword tactics is beyond the reach of many sword masters." Jing Rong brought some consolation. His own sword skills were not achieved overnight. Mo Lingyun was young and ambitious. It's a good thing, but for some things, with the same talent, it really depends on who can practice for a long time.

"Master, will there ever be a day when I can beat you?" Mo Lingyun asked jokingly, then lowered his eyes and muttered to himself: "It seems impossible..."

"Yes." Jing Rong replied that Mo Lingyun couldn't beat him now because Mo Lingyun had just entered Taoism. If Mo Lingyun was the same age as him and his meridians were unaffected, Jing Rong was really not sure if he could beat Mo Lingyun. .

"Even if you're trying to make me happy, do I take it seriously?" Mo Lingyun laughed, and Jing Rong said, "It's just telling the truth."

"Speaking of which, wouldn't I be great?" Mo Lingyun was teasing himself when he heard a disciple visit him.

It's a coincidence that the person here is just a few days ago, a catty of sugar-fried chestnuts charged him twenty coins!

Mo Lingyun remained motionless beside Jing Rong, and Nian Qing bowed to them both as if he had lost his memory, "Young master, senior brother."

"You don't need to be too polite." Jing Rong nodded.

"The disciple came here to increase the funds for the Wan Dao League. According to the wishes of the elders of the Wan Dao League, they hope that my sect will increase the funding of one thousand spirit stones every year."

Originally, Mo Lingyun, who was just planning to scare Nian Qing here, staggered, but then blurted out: "A thousand spirit stones? What about robbery?"

Although gold and silver treasures are commonly used in the world today, the value of spirit stones is incalculable. In the current world where spirit energy is getting thinner, there are very few places that can form spirit mines, and spirit stones basically use one piece less .

Adding 1000 yuan of spirit stones a year, the magic cultivator is not so ruthless in robbery.

Jing Rong's expression remained unchanged, he only said: "What happened?"

"Wandao League said that they don't have enough spiritual stone reserves, and Chang Chuanze is behind asking for help. I hope that all sects will work together to overcome the demon trouble." Nian Qing explained.

"Allowed." As soon as Jing Rong heard Chang Chuanze, he knew that it was not a trivial matter. Changchuan Academy has always been self-improving, and led the people of Changchuanze to resist the invasion of water monsters. It has always been Wan Daomeng who gave them money, and Changchuanze rarely When asking for help.

Unless there is a last resort, Dean Changchuan will not ask them for help with his strength of character.

They are also members of the Wei Dao sect, so what's the matter with this group.

"Master, shall we continue to practice swords?" Now that this matter is resolved, it should be no problem to continue practicing.

But today Jing Rong seems to be destined not to be idle, just after Nian Qing left, another disciple urgently reported that the real Chiqing from Qingyue Peak had come.

"Uncle Chiqing?" Jing Rong put away the sword, the real Chiqing had less affairs in Xuantianzong than Ning Jiuchen, since he came in person, it would not be a trivial matter.

However, Master Chiqing told him that Lin Wuduan, who was the most respectful disciple of his generation, ran away, wasn't he joking?

Just as Jing Rong was about to sit down, he was stunned when Master Chi Qing said that Lin Wuduan had destroyed the stone chamber and sealed the formation and escaped. He turned to look at him, "Master, are you sure?"

"Sure, this brat has disappeared without a trace." The real Chiqing looked angry, quite unspeakable.

Lin Wuduan, his well-recognized good disciple would escape during the confinement period? !

"Well, uncle, calm down, maybe the senior brother went out on his own when he wanted to get away?" Yun Jing who came after hearing the news tried to persuade the angry Chiqing real person.

"If that's the case, he wouldn't send me a message talisman? He wouldn't tell the disciples in the forbidden room and break the formation of the forbidden room?" Master Chiqing asked a series of questions that made Yun Jing choke. Lin Wuduan's actions are indeed true. Is it the same as running away?

But why bother?He didn't make any big mistakes.

"There may be something hidden about this matter. Uncle Master, don't get angry, lest you get angry." When Ning Qing came, he saw that Chiqing's beard was about to stand on his head, and the ordinary disciples around him also kept silent, for fear of adding more trouble to Chiqing. put on fire.

Seeing that the situation was at a stalemate, and they couldn't persuade Master Chi Qing, Jing Rong simply summoned his disciples to guard him, "What were you doing for no reason before the incident happened?"

The guarding disciple bowed, "Young Sect Master, Nan Siyuan, the master of the Zhongnan Temple, came to pay a visit before Uncle Wudu left."

"Nan Siyuan? Where is Nan Siyuan? Call him here." Yun Jing rolled up his sleeves, but it wasn't Nan Siyuan that Fan Lin met for no reason, so she wouldn't react like this.

Nan Siyuan is the leading figure among the Taoist rookies, it sounds like no problem to communicate with an outstanding Taoist disciple like Lin Wuduan, right?But Nan Siyuan is a godlike person, no matter how Yunjing sees him, he is keen to make trouble.

Lin Wuduan's departure this time may have something to do with him.

Nan Siyuan was still smiling when he came, without the slightest sense that he caused an accident, Jing Rong asked him, and he replied: "I just told Fellow Daoist Lin, the way is natural, follow the heart; what happened? , so motivating teachers and mobilizing people."

"Don't put me here to confuse the public with your gossip." Yun Jing has never had a good look at Nan Siyuan, but now he is angry and not good enough to say that his senior brother has run away, so he can only say: "If something happens to my senior brother , I’ll let you go around without eating.”

"Junior Sister Yun, why do you always treat me so differently? After all, you should call me Senior Brother." Nan Siyuan looked as usual, and even talked about Yunjing in the air conditioner.

Daoist Chi Qing has always had a good impression of Nan Siyuan. Now that he has lost his apprentice, it is not easy to blame Nan Siyuan, who seems to be very upright. Besides, if Lin Wuduan hadn't thought about it himself, how could he be persuaded by others? Move his stubborn apprentice.

Yun Jing yelled, seeing that the scene was about to turn into a quarrel between them again, Ning Qing hurriedly persuaded Yun Jing to take the two of them away from the hall.

Jing Rong said to Chiqing Zhenren: "Master, I will handle this matter properly, don't worry too much."

Master Chiqing sighed lowly, and replied: "I am not worried about leaving for no reason, but that he will never come back."

"This kid has a pure nature. If he doesn't go all the way to the dark, he won't know what's wrong."

Jing Rong is silent, how does he feel, he is out of touch with the outside world, Junior Brother Wudu didn't seem to be doing anything before, why is Uncle Chiqing so worried.

When Ning Qing left and returned, Jing Rong still couldn't figure out why the real Chiqing thought that Lin Wuduan would not come back. He looked at Ning Qing and said helplessly, "Zhelan, bring some People go, bring back the unprovoked."

"Yes, brother."

As for Lin Wuduan, who had just escaped successfully, he hadn't left the northern border yet, and he had walked all this way, like a self-consoling escape punishment.

The towns under the protection of Xuantianzong's forces are very harmonious and prosperous. Lin Wuduan traveled through many towns alone, and finally stopped at a teahouse in a larger town for a short rest.

This teahouse is not big, but fortunately the tea is good, the layout is elegant, and the visitors are not noisy. On the stage, the bearded storyteller is holding a fan in one hand, and a big black dog is lying beside him.

The storyteller is one person and one fan, and the speech is sonorous and powerful, with cadence.

Lin Wuduan didn't intend to listen, but felt that the black dog looked differently, and the next moment he heard the storyteller's hoarse sentence: "He negative Qingqing——"

This roar almost made Lin Wuduan shake his teacup sideways in fright, and the people around the storyteller wiped their tears with handkerchiefs and said, "It's so touching, it's really touching."

"Go on, sir! I'll give you more money!" Another girl picked up the jade bracelet on her wrist and threw it at the storyteller.

This scene shocked Lin Wudu who had never heard other people's storytelling.

The storyteller downstairs clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you very much."

As he spoke, he started talking about the next chapter, Lin Wuduan followed suit, only to realize that what the storyteller was talking about was the biography of Heng Shuo.

As the name suggests, it is the story of Taoist Hengshuo, a man who single-handedly made the ruthless Taoist no longer accept disciples of the opposite sex.

Lin Wuduan didn't know much about Taoist Hengshuo. Although he was the same generation as the sword fairy Li Zhifeng, his ending was completely opposite to Li Zhifeng. He was rarely mentioned in history books, and his teachers rarely talked about his life.

If you want to sum it up simply, it is a deviant person who has fallen into the devil because of emotion.

Taoist Yang Ji of Hengshuo did not have a high reputation in the world of cultivation, but he did not expect to be quite popular in the folklore miscellaneous notes.

Lin Wuduan drank tea and listened quietly. He had to say that apart from the exaggerated behavior of the storyteller, as well as the overly sonorous tone of voice, his nonsense was still very good.

For example, Taoist Hengshuo wants a beautiful woman and not a teacher, which is such a dirty story. From his mouth, it is a love story that will never change until death, which won the tears of many girls in the audience.

A richly dressed girl wiped her tears, handed over a gold ingot with her backhand, and said: "Sir, please let Taoist Hengshuo and Miss Wenyu have a good result."

Many people echoed her words.

The storyteller took the gold, stroked his beard and said, "It's the truth, it's not something I can change if I want to."

"Then they are too miserable, are monks so ruthless?" Some listeners sobbed.

"Hey, monk, that's the uncle, he doesn't pay attention to the love of us small people at all." The storyteller sighed.

Lin Wuduan choked up, this person made up Hengshuo Taoist, how could he still smear their cultivation world.

Lin Wuduan put down the teacup, turned over with his sword in hand, and said: "We have no grievances or enmities, why do you treat the audience as fools?"