"Hehe, Brother Lin, the dirt on your face has been washed away by me." At this moment, Yingying took out a worn-out little bronze mirror from beside her and placed it in front of Ling Duanshang. "The clothes you are wearing are also my father's. He changed them for you, I don't..." When Yingying said this, she seemed to notice something. She spitted out a lilac tongue and two red glows appeared on her face again. Just when she was about to say something, she found that Ling Duanshang's eyes were staring at her, and there was a hint of seriousness on her handsome face. Immediately, the two red glows turned into two red glows again, extending straight behind her ears, and red to the end.

Yingying is already sixteen this year and has already understood the situation. She was stared at by Ling Duanshang for no reason and suddenly felt strange. She couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry, and said angrily: "What are you looking at? Why don't you listen to others carefully?"

"Sister Yingying! Sister Yingying! Uncle Huang asked me to call you..." At this moment, a child's crisp and tender voice came from outside the door, and then a short and fat little boy ran in. He saw Ling Duanshang who opened his eyes at a glance, and immediately clapped his hands again: "Beautiful sister, you have finally woken up! You have been lying in the bed for many days, you are such a lazy person!"

Seeing that Xiao Huzi came in, Yingying felt relieved and said, "What big sister? Xiao Huzi, I have told you many times. He is a man! He wants to call Brother Lin!"

"I'm the eldest sister, how could the eldest brother be so beautiful?" Xiao Huzi seemed a little dissatisfied and made up his mind to call Ling Duanshang the eldest sister.

Ling Duanshang withdrew his gaze lightly, his eyes were already firm. The girl named Yingying's eyes were very clean. It seemed that because she was in a remote location, her identity should have not been noticed. He smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Shu Lin is abrupt!"

The girl Yingying didn't seem to hold a grudge at all. She just bent her eyes and looked at the chubby little tiger, ravaging her and said, "Little tiger, have you heard Brother Lin's voice? Is he an elder sister or a elder brother?"

Listening to the obvious male voice, Xiao Huzi looked a little surprised, and then he curled his lips, and said to Ling Duanshang with a look that I was very smart and would not be fooled: "She is the eldest sister. Even if she pretends to make such a sound, she is still. Although I, Xiao Huzi, are young, you still can't deceive me! Humph!"

Seeing this, Huang Yingying couldn't help feeling helpless.

Looking at the innocent little tiger in front of him, Ling Duanshang's mouth curled slightly, and a long-lost peace surged from the bottom of his heart.

...

After Ling Duanshang woke up, the injuries in his body were healed a lot after several days of repairing, and then he lay on the bed for a few days. After all, he was seriously injured by the murderous intent in the deep cave and did not have enough physical energy to recover on the way. At this time, it took some time to repair the damaged parts in his body.

While resting these days, he learned about the general situation of this place from the simple girl named Huang Yingying. Weinan Village is close to the southern part of Xuyuan Mountain and is located in a valley. From the southwest, it is a hundred miles ahead of one or two hills. It is the land of Yan State. The closest to this village is the city Huiyang, but the two places are hundreds of miles apart, which shows the remoteness of Weinan Village.

The reason why the deep valley is called Guigu is that strange sounds often make in this valley, and neither wild beasts nor people dare to get close to them.

After seeing Huang Yingying's father, a middle-aged man with a simple face, Ling Duanshang realized that he fainted outside the deep valley that day and was rescued by the former who happened to be collecting herbs here.

It turned out that the deep valley was extremely long, leading from the southwest of Xuyuan Mountain to the south. The exit was already on the outskirts of the southern part of Xuyuan Mountain. No wonder he walked for ten days before he reached the end of the deep valley. He met Yingying's father at the entrance of the valley and was rescued so skillfully.

If it weren't for the middle-aged man who brought him back to Weinan Village, he might have become a beautiful meal in the belly of some wild beasts. Ling Duanshang was naturally very grateful to Huang Yingying's father for this life-saving gratitude, but this honest man smiled "hehe" and waved his hands repeatedly to respond to Ling Duanshang's gratitude.

...

In the first fifteen years, Ling Duanshang lived as a bystander. All he wanted to do was to return to his own world for himself. However, at the beginning of the sixteenth year, he saw himself clearly and understood that he was not just a bystander. After the fusion of fifteen years, the name Ling Duanshang was deeply imprinted in his soul.

Ling Tiancheng and Qu Feiyan were captured, and the death of the master Supreme Son was something he, a pseudo-bystander, could not tolerate. The simplicity and tranquility of Weinan Village could not erase Ling Duanshang's hatred. When he carried this deep blood hatred, he became an Avenger, and he really became Ling Duanshang.

Ling Duanshang did not intend to go north in the following days. Although it had been two months since then, those cultivators would not be much more relaxed in the arrest of him. Therefore, during this period, Ling Duanshang decided to formally practice the "Three Sword Techniques" passed down by Ling Family, including the basic sword technique.

Now that the problem of checks and balances of the qi of death has been solved, the qi of life can continue to be refined, but the corpse of the great demon is too rare. Although the qi of life can strengthen the body of the body and can also evolve the armor of the colony, its refining will eventually end, let alone the method of refining the yang energy and the purity energy that are missing in the next two revolutions.

The "Three Swords" passed down by this family is clearly the method of cultivation. Ling Duanshang naturally would not do the things that go near and far, so he made up his mind to practice "Three Swords" to a certain level within this period of time. At that time, those immortal cultivators will inevitably relax and go north to Changyuguan and have an opportunity to take advantage of it.

...

It is dawn near dawn and the rooster is just crowing.

The first ray of morning light made the dark color of the entire sky fade. The valley had already woken up, and a clear shout came.

"Cruff!" With a light sound, a thin figure stepped out from the broken wooden door. The man was wearing an old ochre dress, which was a little unfit, and looked a little fat on his body that was only fifteen or sixteen years old. There were also many patches on the clothes, and it was obvious that it was worn by a poor family. Behind him was a bamboo basket, and a black hatchet with a broken blade lying in the frame.

Although this person is dressed in such clothes, he has a handsome face and a starry eye. He has a faint aura in his every move, but he is not an ordinary family's child.

And he was Ling Duanshang. Now his body has recovered as before. When he went out this morning, he started dancing with a chicken and went to a mountain in the east of the village to practice.

Ling Duanshang walked to the small road by the field. A middle-aged woman in her forties, who was slightly fat when she saw him, immediately put down her hoe and greeted him: "Young man, have you gone to the mountain to chop wood so early? Come to Aunt Li's house later. I'll make you a bowl of ginger soup to remove the cold in the mountain!"

Looking at the sincerity in Aunt Li's eyes, Ling Duanshang smiled: "Thank you Aunt Li! But I am young and yang, and that little cold can't penetrate my body!"

Before Aunt Fang Li could speak, a middle-aged man with a lot of hair lost, said to Ling Duanshang with a serious expression: "What are you polite, little guy? You only know how to toss your body at a young age. When you get old, you will know how old cold legs come from! Come to Zhang's house tonight and get some herbs to drive away the cold for you!"

Ling Duanshang naturally knew that Uncle Zhang did not seem so ferocious on the surface, but was actually a warm-hearted man from ancient Taoism. Ling Duanshang could only smile embarrassedly at such a harsh shout and replied: "Okay... I will come tonight, so I'll trouble Uncle Zhang."

"You guy is so polite. We are all rough people. You are so polite, and we don't know how to answer! But since you are going to your Uncle Zhang's house, you still have to come to Aunt Li to have a bowl of ginger soup in the evening! Did you hear that?"

"Yes...good!"

Ling Duanshang looked at the two of them so enthusiastic, but in a hurry, he accelerated his steps towards the mountains.

In the past two months since he arrived in Weinan Village, he has a deep understanding of the enthusiasm of the villagers. Although everyone has repeatedly guessed which family he was in trouble, when Ling Duanshang revealed that he was lonely since childhood and was wandering here, the villagers did not say much, and still treated him like his relatives as usual.

The long-lost warmth made Ling Duanshang's cold mood full of hatred and sorrow more warm...

Walking in the dark forest, Ling Duanshang walked lightly, and the rugged mountain road seemed to be in no way a big deal for him, but in just one stick of incense had already reached a flat land near the top of the mountain.

This place is about a few feet in a radius, surrounded by hard silver fir trees, and the ground is full of wooden stakes. Seeing that the break has not dried yet, it should have been newly cut in recent times. This place several feet is Ling Duanshang's place of practice.

Picking up a branch from the ground, Ling Duanshang calmed down his slightly undulating chest, and when he held it in his hand, he suddenly stabbed forward. This hand was fast and fast, and with a light sound of the wind, the front end of the branch had already appeared in front of him.

Before the front strength was gone, Ling Duanshang flipped his wrist and his right hand suddenly raised his head. The branch seemed to be unable to withstand such great force. He immediately bent downward and drew a fan-shaped track, causing waves of whistling.

Ling Duanshang put away the branches, and with his physical strength, a little flushed appeared on his face, and his chest was slightly undulating, but his eyes were filled with bright colors when he looked at the branches.

These two simple movements were so laborious? In fact, this was not the case. With Ling Duanshang now having about 4,000 pounds of force under one punch, how could this tiny branch bear it? He suppressed his strength and swung it with the power of an ordinary person.

And this thorn, one pick is the basic sword technique from the first chapter of "Three Swords". Although it seems simple, any three-year-old child can dance like this, this thorn is actually introverted. When he takes action, Ling Duanshang has already raised every muscle and can explode instantly when he encounters the enemy. That thorn is also taking advantage of the momentum when the opponent is dodging or blocking, and his strength is the weakest, and he grasps every thin and accurate, which is so wonderful!

Now Ling Duanshang is very good at using it. If he changes to a long sword, these two moves will definitely be extraordinary even with the strength of an ordinary person.

The first three levels of "Three Sword Arts" mainly practice the physical body. If only Ling Duanshang's physical body power is concerned, he has already reached the sixth level. Before he escaped from Zhaojing, he had completed the first level of the first level of the sword arts, and the second level had achieved a small success. Although he was a human being and had a very high mind for two lifetimes, he also understood the importance of the basics. Each level of practice is progressing step by step, and this month is mostly spent on the first two moves of practicing the basic sword technique.

In one month, Ling Duanshang only integrated the basic sword technique with one stab and one pick. Today, he came to this mountain forest to practice the next two moves...

It was noon at sunset, and the mountains and forests were already alive. Unknown birds were singing in the forest. The spring breeze blew, making the whole forest rustle.

"Ha!" A sudden shout came suddenly. The branches in Ling Duanshang's hand were like a two-foot soft sword, drawing a gray arc and thrust up quickly. When it reached the apex, the branches trembled violently. Just when the old force was not exhausted and the new force was hard to reach, Ling Duanshang's eyes flashed with a splendor, his arms were muscles rising, and his power was applied. The branches were like a stick on the head and slashed downwards with a sharp roar.

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, a two-inch-deep mark appeared on the land that had been trampled.

Ling Duanshang looked happy. The slash was so powerful that the branches as thick as a thumb could exert the power of a sharp weapon in his hands, and he only used less than 10% of his strength. If he had replaced a long sword, the sword would have cut off a tree trunk as thick as an arm!

Looking at the branches that were folded into two sections on the ground, Ling Duanshang threw away the branches that were also broken from the handle in his hand, picked up the hatchet and began to chop off his new wooden sword.
Chapter completed!