Half an hour of rapid running was naturally nothing for Lin Pingzhi, who had a martial arts foundation. However, he was kicked by the Qingcheng disciple in the inn before, and he was able to hold on for so long, but he had some perseverance.

"I, I want to invite seniors to accept me as my disciple." After hearing Lin Ye's culture, Lin Pingzhi hesitated for a moment, and then his eyes gradually became firm and he suddenly fell to the ground.

"Why accept you as your disciple?" Lin Ye said slowly at Lin Pingzhi kneeling on the ground.

"Lin Pingzhi and Qingcheng Sect are suffering from blood feuds, and are in a position to gain a famous master, learn the best martial arts, and take revenge. For this reason, Lin Pingzhi is willing to pay all the price. Please accept me as his disciple." Lin Pingzhi knelt down on the ground and said.

"Fuwei Escort Agency, Evil-Breaking Sword Note, it turns out that you are Lin Pingzhi, but how can you know that if you take me as your teacher, you can avenge you?" Hearing Lin Pingzhi's words, Lin Ye glanced in surprise. It turned out that this person was Lin Pingzhi of Fuwei Escort Agency.

Lin Ye has heard of the case of Fuwei Escort Agency being destroyed, but in the world, it is said that Fuwei Escort Agency was destroyed by the Demon Cult. But in fact, except for Lin Ye, the only person involved, Lin Pingzhi, knew that Fuwei Escort Agency was destroyed by the Qingcheng Sect, which plotted to ward off evil swords.

"I don't know, but I only know that this is my chance." Looking at Lin Ye, Lin Pingzhi took a breath and said.

The wind blew gently, and the desolate wilderness was left with only the sound of wind and breathing.

Kneeling on the ground, Lin Pingzhi's eyes were extremely firm. Everything was supported by hatred. If a person survived, he would have a belief, and if he wanted to accomplish something, he would also need a belief.

Whether it is love, persistence, or other emotions.

"My skills are derived from swordsmanship. If you worship me as your teacher, I agree. But I will not teach you how to learn swordsmanship. Even if you do not get my consent, you will not even be able to pull the sword." Looking at Lin Pingzhi, Lin Ye slowly breathed a sigh of relief and said.

Looking at Lin Pingzhi who didn't react much, Lin Ye continued to speak, "And I won't teach you, nor will I pass on your internal skills and mental methods."

When Lin Pingzhi heard Lin Ye’s words, Lin Pingzhi’s face changed.

In his opinion, the martial arts path is exquisite moves and mysterious internal skills. He doesn’t have to interfere with this or that. Isn’t he just a name that he can’t learn anything?

If that is the case, then when will I take revenge?

"That's all, do you still want to worship me as your teacher?" Lin Ye said slowly at Lin Pingzhi who was still on the ground.

His face changed constantly, but Lin Ping was in a dilemma.

The rich young master in the past was loved by many people, but now he is full of floating duckweeds, suffering from the coldness of the world, covered in wind and frost, and the eyes of his enemies and sneered faces are all vivid in front of him.

"Senior, no... Master, please accept me as your disciple!" Lin Pingzhi suddenly raised his head and said in a deep voice.

"Well, you follow me." Looking at Lin Pingzhi, Lin Ye nodded slightly, pressed his right hand on Lin Pingzhi's back, and internal force poured into Lin Pingzhi's body along Lin Ye's arm.

"I will give you some internal strength, so you can take good care of it." Looking at Lin Pingzhi, Lin Ye turned around and walked towards a big banyan tree next to the road, and sat down cross-legged.

Lin Pingzhi also followed the past and sat down like Lin Ye.

"You haven't taken advantage of your internal strength to regulate your breathing and nourish your body." After more than ten seconds, Lin Ye said slowly at the at a loss of Lin Pingzhi.

"Ah... it's Master." Hearing Lin Ye's words, he was slightly stunned, but then he immediately woke up and Lin Pingzhi hurriedly said.

Through the internal force, Lin Pingzhi only felt that his swollen right leg quickly subsided. Although it was still painful, it was much better than before, as if it was needle-punched.

Looking at Lin Pingzhi who was trapped in cultivation, Lin Ye slowly stood up, walked to the side of the road and placed his right hand on a huge bluestone. Then he whispered, and the stone chips scattered in the whole bluestone and was directly shaken into two by Lin Ye. Then Lin Ye's sword came out of his hand and cut it into a three-foot stone stick as big as a long sword.

Since I have lived for a lifetime, although I have no intention of fame, I don’t know when such a world is flowing, and I don’t know when I will completely fall on the road to pursuing swordsmanship.

Every swordsman knows that their swordsmanship cannot be copied. No matter how smart the descendants are, they can only learn from their own swordsmanship, but they will never reach the peak by learning their own swordsmanship.

But they will also pass on their swordsmanship, not for the sake of the past, but for the sake of proving their swordsmanship, and for proving that their swordsmanship is the strongest swordsmanship.

Warriors are competitive, and swordsmen are the same.

Lin Ye is the most supreme swordsman, but he also thinks that his swordsmanship is no less than anyone else.

In the past, The Legend of the Condor Heroes and the passionate world, his sword skills are still exploring. Even if he wants to pass on it, what he inherits is just some exquisite sword skills.

I have no way to integrate my beliefs into the sword.

How can a sword without sword force and a sword without faith be passed on?

"If you can see my swordsmanship clearly, you still have a hint of plasticity." Looking at Lin Pingzhi who had closed his practice, Lin Ye said in his heart.

He grabbed the sword made of bluestone in his hand, Lin Ye returned to Lin Pingzhi, leaned against the tree trunk and looked into the sky.

What is behind that curtain?

After about half an hour, Lin Pingzhi woke up slowly and saw Lin Ye leaning against the trunk of a tree. He quickly stood up and said, "Master."

"From now on, you will use this sword practice, only one move." Lin Ye said slowly by throwing the stone sword to Lin Pingzhi.

He caught the stone sword with both hands, weighing nearly 10 kilograms. Although he could catch it with one hand, Lin Pingzhi was not a person born with divine power. If he wanted to swing it freely, he could only use his internal power to do it.

"But Master, this..." Lin Pingzhi was a little confused after taking the Shi Jian.

"But what, is the stone sword not a sword? From now on, you will only practice this sword." Hearing Lin Pingzhi's words, Lin Ye slowly spoke, then pulled out the sword in his hand and stabbed it forward.

A simple sword can only be said to be good at speed, but not fast sword, without the courage to suppress people and the momentum to force people. If this sword is the only thing worthy of praise, then it will be stable.

In Lin Pingzhi's eyes, this sword was only stable, just like Mount Tai, handed it out with the sword in his right hand without any trembling, nor with no deviation.

"In addition, you can practice internal strength and practice this sword at the rest of the time until I am satisfied with you. If you are unwilling to leave at this time, I will not force it." Lin Ye said slowly at Lin Pingzhi.

After saying this, Lin Ye no longer spoke more when he returned to the sheath of the sword. This was enough, and he had done enough. The rest could only be based on Lin Pingzhi's own understanding. If he understood, he would naturally be considered as having the qualifications to teach, but if he could not understand, he could only blame his lack of understanding.
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