Flower Stealing Master - Chapter 100

[Chapter 100]

Lin Pingzhi looked back at him vigilantly and did not speak.

Song Qingshu didn’t care about it, and continued: “I have a set of swordsmanship here, and I will show you a complete set of swordsmanship. If you want to learn it, it’s up to you.”

After speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, the wooden sword was unsheathed, and the sword moved lightly.

At first Lin Pingzhi thought that the other party was teasing him, but after watching for a while, he found that the other party was indeed showing him a set of exquisite swordsmanship, and it was much more advanced than what the master taught them on weekdays.

Following the opponent’s drill, Lin Pingzhi’s temples were sweating slightly. He only felt that he remembered this move and then forgot that move. After dozens of moves, he even forgot the previously memorized moves. There is a profound martial arts in front, but I can’t remember it stupidly, and endless regret and despair arise spontaneously.

After Song Qingshu finished his demonstration, he looked at Lin Pingzhi, who was sweating profusely, and asked, “How much did you remember?”

Lin Pingzhi’s lips were bleeding from his teeth, and he said angrily, “I didn’t remember one layer.”

This time, it was Song Qingshu’s turn to be stunned, and subconsciously said, “I really want to worship you as a pig.”

Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi’s face was even more embarrassing. After a while of bluish and blushing, it suddenly turned blue-gray, so pale it was penetrating.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi’s appearance, Song Qingshu seemed in a trance to see a scene where he went to a martial artist to learn Bagua Zhang on a whim in his previous life.

Before learning, I imagined that I was a genius like the protagonists of martial arts novels, and I could read it once.

As a result, the martial artist taught him one move after another. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. The contrast of frustration made him unforgettable forever.

Isn’t Lin Pingzhi an ordinary person without the aura of the protagonist?

Song Qingshu showed a smile and comforted: “Your martial arts are too low now, and you can’t blame you for not remembering these advanced swordsmanships. Well, I have a method, you look into my eyes.”

Lin Ping raised his head consciously and saw the dark and deep pupils of the other party, his eyes suddenly became confused, and the whole person seemed to enter a void space.

Suddenly, the figure of Song Qingshu appeared in front of him, and the other party smiled and said, “I’m using the soul-moving technique to imprint the sword technique in your mind, but it’s not your own after all, it’s just convenient for you when you are in doubt. For the purpose of inquiry, only after you have mastered it, can you truly learn this sword technique.”

Lin Pingzhi heard it in the fog, and he had all kinds of doubts in his heart.

I don’t know why, but this time I just felt like I was in a daze. After a set of swordsmanship, I actually remembered every detail clearly.

There was a sound of snapping fingers in his ear, Lin Pingzhi woke up from the chaos, his mind moved, every move and every style of swordsmanship clearly came to mind, and he couldn’t help but look at Song Qingshu in surprise: “I remember, I remembered!”

“Your martial arts foundation is too poor. You can only find revenge for Yu Cangpai after practicing this sword technique for three years. Remember! If you can learn your Huashan Zixia Kungfu in the middle, and you have internal strength as a foundation, you should be able to get twice the result with half the effort.” Song Qingshu thought for a while. Fan, said to him solemnly.

“Three years?” Lin Pingzhi was full of surprises. With his current martial arts speed, I am afraid that Yu Canghai might not be able to avenge his revenge before he died of old age. Now Song Qingshu told him that after three years of hard training, he would get what he wanted. Can not be ecstatic.

“By the way, don’t tell anyone about the martial arts I teach you, including your master.” Thinking of the wily Yue Buqun,

Song Qingshu was still a little confused.

“Yeah! Great kindness and great virtue, Pingzhi will never forget it!” Lin Pingzhi knelt on the ground and respectfully kowtowed three times.

“You don’t have to do this, it’s just a little effort for me.” Song Qingshu turned sideways to hide.

“Engong’s hard work, but for Pingzhi, he is rebuilt.” Lin Pingzhi said sternly.

“Okay, go back quickly, or that Miss Yue is going to be in trouble.” Song Qingshu said jokingly.

Lin Pingzhi’s face turned red, he just took a few steps to the school grounds, he suddenly turned around, and asked with a complicated expression, “Why did the benefactor help me?”

“In the original world, you and I were both pitiful people, maybe we were sympathetic to each other.” Song Qingshu seemed to be separated from the world when he said these words.

Lin Pingzhi nodded as if he didn’t understand, and greeted Yue Lingshan who was running over…

Back at the Sword Qi Chongxiao Hall, Yue Buqun and Mu Renqing had already negotiated and decided to visit Feng Qingyang together on Si Kuoya.

Although Feng Qingyang belongs to the sword sect, Yue Buqun thought that if there is a swordsman master who is able to live in seclusion in Huashan, then he naturally does not have to worry all day that Huashan will be directly destroyed by Zuo Lengchan, so he is eager to go to Siguoya Prove the existence of Fengqingyang.

After the group came to the Siguo Cliff, Mu Renqing used his inner strength to spread his voice all over the mountain: “Mu Renqing, the descendant of the Huashan Sword Sect, asks to see the little uncle.”

Yue Buqun on the side secretly admired that although Jianzong practised with heavy swordsmanship and light internal strength, the Hunyuan Gong they practiced was not under Qi Zong’s Zixia magic.

Mu Renqing shouted three times in a row, but after thinking about the cliff, there was no response at all. The group looked at each other and stared at Song Qingshu.

Seeing Xia Qingqing’s expression, Song Qingshu gave a wry smile and shrugged: “For you, I gave up.”

After speaking, he sank into his dantian and shouted with more vigorous inner strength: “Old man Feng, I’m back again, last time I was careless and I just lost your move, this time I won’t be merciful, come come come, let’s fight three battles. Hundred rounds…”

Xia Qingqing heard a black line, and the faces of the Huashan faction were not good-looking. At this moment, a cold snort came: “Beyond one’s own strength!”

The voice seemed soft and weak, but it could clearly reach everyone’s ears in Song Qingshu’s thunderous roar, Yue Buqun’s complexion changed: I didn’t expect that Hunyuan Gong practiced to the extreme is such a state.

As soon as he finished speaking, a white-bearded and green-robed old man appeared at the corner of a big rock, with a depressed expression and a face like golden paper.

“Disciple Mu Renqing (Yue Buqun) pays respects to Uncle Feng.” Seeing his appearance, although there is a trace of years, they still can’t recognize the little uncle who was the first in Huashan swordsmanship.

Feng Qingyang waved his sleeves, and the two of them only felt a soft energy lifted them up, and they admired them greatly.

Looking at the head of the two sword qi sects, Feng Qingyang looked complicated and sighed: “I missed the sword qi 2 martial arts competition, which caused the sword sect to be almost wiped out. I really have no face to see the people of the sword sect. Today If not…” After speaking, he gave Song Qingshu a vicious look.

Song Qingshu felt hairy when he saw it, he quickly pushed Xia Qingqing forward, and said with a smirk, “This time it’s your disciple who’s asking you for something, but it’s none of my business.”

[End of this Chapter]