Chapter 135 You just take care of the sword, the rest
Breeze view backyard!
You can enter directly from the side door of Lin Ye’s house.
When rebuilding Qingfeng Temple, Lin Ye specially opened this back door. The old Taoist glanced at Lin Ye and said nothing.
"Dawu, go put the things inside the house."
The old Taoist handed the package he was carrying to Daogu, and after Daogu left, he looked at Lin Ye and said calmly, "Follow me."
Lin Ye was a little curious about where the Taoist priest was going to take him. Qingfeng Temple was a very small place. When he was looking for the Taoist priest to see if he had left anything behind, he searched the temple thoroughly inside and out, but found nothing special.
The old Taoist didn't go where Lin Ye went. Instead, he started to make seals with his hands in a corner of the backyard, while taking Taoist steps. After a few steps, his figure moved around quickly, making Lin Ye dizzy.
"Formation!"
Looking at the old Taoist's actions, Lin Ye immediately realized that there was a formation in the backyard and the old Taoist was activating it.
Qingfeng Temple actually has a formation. I have underestimated the old Taoist.
"open!"
Following Taoist Priest Ding Xuan's light shout, a treasure pavilion suddenly appeared in a corner of the courtyard wall.
"This was established by the first generation patriarch of my Qingfeng Temple. It contains the secret techniques and various magical powers of my Qingfeng Temple that are not passed on."
The old Taoist turned around and explained to Lin Ye, then stepped into the treasure pavilion.
"Damn, it seems that my choice of Qingfeng Temple was indeed correct. It seems that this Qingfeng Temple is extraordinary."
Lin Ye was somewhat impressed by his own foresight . The old Taoist entered the treasure pavilion and came out after a while, holding a jade book in his hand.
The jade book is made of jade and carved into the shape of a book. It can be used to record magical powers and spells.
Anyone who can be included in the Jade Book must have magical powers at the level of supernatural powers.
"This sword-controlling technique is not a technique of our sect, but was acquired by your Third Uncle in the past, and was later printed on the Jade Book. Apart from your Third Uncle, no one else in our Qingfeng Temple has practiced this magical power."
Taoist Priest Ding Xuan drew a seal with his finger in mid-air on the jade book, and the jade book began to shimmer. The next moment, Lin Ye saw a figure floating out from the jade book.
He was a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe with sharp eyes. Just by appearing, his aura was so overwhelming that Lin Ye could hardly breathe.
"This is a photo of your third uncle." When the old Taoist saw this figure, there was a hint of nostalgia on his face. Of his fellow apprentices back then, he is the only one left now.
"Master, why don't other people in the Taoist temple practice this magical power?" Lin Ye asked curiously.
"After your third uncle died in battle, I was the only one left in the Taoist temple."
Listening to the Taoist's answer, Lin Ye understood. Given the Taoist's personality, even if he wanted to cultivate, he would cultivate those life-saving magical powers.
"Watch carefully, your Third Uncle will demonstrate the power of this technique to you."
After being reminded by the old Taoist priest, Lin Ye stared at the image of Third Master Uncle. He saw Third Master Uncle forming a sword gesture with his right hand and shouted softly: "Sword!"
A flying sword emitting a sharp white cold light appeared in front of Third Uncle's hand, and as Third Uncle shouted again: "Go!"
The flying sword left an afterimage in the air. It was so fast that Lin Ye couldn't see it clearly at all. It was not until a football-sized hole appeared in the wall in front of him that he realized that the sword had already flown out.
The next moment, the entire courtyard wall collapsed.
Lin Ye's breathing quickened as he watched. This was the art of wielding a sword. It was so fucking awesome.
It was so fast that he didn't even have time to react. No wonder the old Taoist said that even the strong ones in the Yuanshen realm would find it difficult to dodge.
"Are you satisfied with this technique?"
The old Taoist looked at Lin Ye, and Lin Ye nodded hurriedly, satisfied, very satisfied.
As a man, who doesn’t love swords?
If one could really cultivate immortality in the real world and hold a vote on weapons, the sword would definitely be at the top of the list.
"How fast is this sword?"
“Faster, too fast!”
"How powerful is this sword?"
Lin Ye looked at the collapsed wall. If this arrow hit a person, it would explode immediately.
“It’s incredibly powerful.”
"Are you willing to learn?" the old Taoist asked, stroking his beard.
If Lin Ye had been more careful at this moment, he would have been able to discover the strangeness in the old Taoist's expression, but at this moment, Lin Ye's mind was full of images of flying swords, and he didn't notice this at all.
"Disciple is willing."
"In that case, take it."
The old Taoist raised his hand, and the jade book fell in front of Lin Ye. Lin Ye reached out and grabbed it. He stared at the jade book, and a mantra of mental method appeared in his mind.
"Imperial Sword!"
The name of the magical power made Lin Ye tremble all over. If it dared to be given such a domineering name, this magical power must be extraordinary.
After reading it once, Lin Ye was more certain that this was an extremely powerful magical power.
In addition to the sword-controlling secrets, there were also words left by his third uncle, whom he had never met: This sword is so fast that no one at the same level can react to it!
Lin Ye followed the mental method to condense the sword seal, and soon a flying sword condensed with spiritual energy appeared. Lin Ye stared at an old crooked tree in front of him on the left and shouted, "Go!"
call out!
The flying sword left an afterimage in the air and headed straight to the front left.
Bang!
The long sword penetrated the courtyard wall and went straight through it, leaving a sword hole.
Lin Ye was very satisfied. It was his first time performing the move and he was already so fast. It was just that his accuracy was a little off. He guessed it was because he was not very familiar with the technique. He just needed to practice more.
But the only problem was that when he used this sword, all the spiritual energy in his body was drained.
It is understandable that such a powerful magical power must require a large amount of spiritual energy to support it.
This is my trump card when I'm in danger.
"You stay here and learn the lesson. I will go back to my room and sort out my clothes."
"Okay, Master, you go ahead. I will practice more here."
Taoist Ding Xuan looked at the crooked tree meaningfully, then walked forward, leaving Lin Ye here to absorb spiritual energy and prepare to practice sword again.
One sword, two swords...
Half an hour, an hour...
Lin Ye looked at the courtyard wall with many holes in it , and then looked at the crooked tree that did not move at all. When the wind blew, the only few dead leaves that were still stubbornly hanging on the branches fell down.
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The newly built staff accommodation area of the Taoist temple.
Daogu had an excited expression on his face: "Master, Master Lin... Junior Brother Lin changed our sheets and beddings. We slept so comfortably."
"Dawu, a cultivator should not be obsessed with external things."
Taoist Priest Ding Xuan, who had changed into a brand new Taoist robe, admonished Daogu and then asked, "Does this Taoist robe fit you well?"
"It fits me well. Master, you look really good in this robe. It's exactly the same as in the painting." Daogu praised him first, and then asked in confusion: "Master, when did you buy this robe? How come I didn't know about it?"
In the past, in the temple, the master would ask you to go to a tailor shop to find a tailor to make custom Taoist robes, saying that you could bargain for a price if you went yourself. As the head of the temple, it was not easy for the master to compete with the common people for such petty profits.
Therefore, he knows best how many Taoist robes the master has.
"Ahem... go make me a pot of tea."
The old Taoist sent his apprentice away. He was embarrassed to say anything. When he first entered the room and opened the wardrobe, he found more than a dozen Taoist robes inside. All of them were exquisite and gorgeous. There were monastic robes, heavenly robes, and those for daily wear. He was just trying on the clothes and was reluctant to take off any of them.
Tian Jian had pity on him. He had never worn such a good Taoist robe in all these years since he was accepted as a disciple by his master. The best set of Taoist robes was custom-made by the tailor when he became the abbot of the temple. However, after so many years of wear and tear, it was no longer wearable.
After sending his apprentice away, the old Taoist returned to the room, glanced at the soft-looking quilt, and said to himself, "Ding Xuan, Ding Xuan, this is the boy's attempt to corrupt you. This is a sugar-coated bullet, you must not be fooled."
But the old Taoist turned around and walked to the bedside, and continued to mutter to himself: "I have seen all kinds of storms in my life, how can a set of bedding corrupt me?"
Sitting on the edge of the bed, the old Taoist stroked the quilt with his hand and felt a sudden awakening all over his body.
This softness, this touch...
The next moment, the whole person rolled up...
"Blessings and blessings to the Immortal Heavenly Venerable, I have already accepted him as my disciple. The filial piety of a disciple to his master cannot be considered as corruption."
The old Taoist changed his posture and it was really comfortable.
"master!"
Hearing some mournful sounds outside the door, the old Taoist suddenly got up from the bed, changed his clothes and put back on his original "simple" Taoist robe.
"What's the matter, disciple?"
Taoist Priest Ding Xuan opened the door and looked at Lin Ye who was standing in the yard outside the door and asked.
"Master, I have flown my sword seven times in two hours, but I have not been able to hit that crooked tree once. Please help me."
"Ahem... Is this sword fast?"
"Quick, but I can't shoot."
"Don't worry about whether it hits the target or not, just tell me whether it's fast or not."
"But I can't control the accuracy of this sword."
" Putting aside the accuracy, I want to ask you how fast this sword is?"
Lin Ye was silent.
This conversation seemed strangely familiar, as if he had had a similar conversation with his teammates when he was playing a shooting game.
Teammate: My instant sniping is fast.
Lin Ye: But you didn’t hit it accurately.
Teammate: I just want to ask you whether it is fast or not.
Lin Ye looked at the old Taoist with resentful eyes: "Master, just tell me the truth, what is this sword control technique all about?"
"Ahem." The old Taoist stroked his beard, "You know the name of this sword-controlling technique, right?"
"Imperial Sword." Lin Ye suddenly had a bad premonition and looked at the old Taoist. The old Taoist looked back at him and said, "Yes, it is exactly what you think."
"I just focus on flying the sword, and leave it to fate whether I succeed or not." Lin Ye asked with a trembling voice, holding on to the last glimmer of hope.
"Um."
This "hmm" made Lin Ye completely desperate.
"Master, I feel that our relationship as master and disciple has come to an end. I will prepare a list for the clothes and bedding I have given you as a gift, as well as the expenses for rebuilding the Taoist temple, and you will pay for them later."
The old Taoist's mouth twitched when he heard this. He said, "Sell it. Even if I sell him, I still can't get that much silver."
"My disciple, don't talk nonsense. Your master asked you to practice this magical power for a reason. This magical power is very suitable for you."
