Ling Muyun said: "If I said that I received teachings and guidance from gods in my dreams, so my martial arts suddenly improved, do you believe it?"

Because time travel and carrying a system are secrets that cannot be told, Ling Muyun thought about it and could only lie that he had taught art in his dreams. Although he also knew that this statement was absurd and bloody, he really couldn't find any other reason to explain the strange changes that had happened to him. Could it be that he could just say that he had been learning martial arts in other planes for more than two years and had just returned now? It would be strange if he didn't treat him as a madman!

After hearing Ling Muyun's words, Ling Zhennan and Ling Fang looked at each other, and then Ling Zhennan nodded and said, "If it were before, I wouldn't believe that there were really such things as immortals teaching art. But now I believe it a little. You are my son, do I still don't know your ability? If it weren't for immortals teaching art, I really couldn't think of any other reason that would allow you to enter the martial arts world in an instant!"

Wang Yue'e even asked directly: "Yun'er, the god who spread your martial arts skills in the dream said that he didn't say what his name was, what did he look like?"

Ling Muyun couldn't help but stagnate slightly. He originally thought it would take a lot of talk to make his parents accept this incredible thing, but he didn't expect that his parents would believe it so easily, and the explanations and rhetoric he had prepared before were useless. It felt like he had accumulated strength for a long time, but he punched the cotton bag.

This is because Ling Muyun doesn't understand the situation. All religions such as Buddhism, Taoism and gods in the Great Xia Dynasty are very prosperous, and the people have the idea of ​​ghosts and gods. Although people like Ling Zhennan do not believe in gods and Buddhas and have no beliefs, under the influence of this environment, they are also skeptical about ghosts and gods, so their ability to accept this theory of gods and ghosts is far beyond Ling Muyun's expectations of time travelers.

But then Ling Muyun threw away a little depressed mood. Isn’t it better for his parents to believe it? He saved him from persuading and explaining. Seeing that his parents, even Fang Bo, looked at him with curiosity, Ling Muyun said: “The god who taught me martial arts in his dream was always vague, and I couldn’t see his appearance clearly, but he seemed to have said that he was called Zhenwu Emperor, and I can’t remember it very clearly.”

In fact, there is no such thing as Zhenwu Emperor teaching him martial arts? This is just Ling Muyun's nonsense, but he has to make up a little decent, right? So Ling Muyun casually borrowed the name of Zhenwu Emperor, a god with a very famous name in myths and legends in previous lives. The martial arts he learned in the world of The Condor Heroes this time are Taoist martial arts. Although the Nine Yin Sutras also contain some of the essence of Buddhist martial arts, the main explanation of Taoist martial arts is Taoist martial arts. Strictly speaking, it is also Taoist martial arts, so it is naturally a Taoist martial arts to talk about gods and immortals. The Zhenwu Emperor happened to have the word Zhenwu in the divine name, which is barely tied to martial arts, so Ling Muyun used it.

"Zhenwu Emperor?!"

Ling Zhennan and his wife couldn't help but exclaim. Even Ling Fang, who was calm and composed, could not help but change his color. Obviously, the three of them had heard of the name of Emperor Zhenwu, otherwise they would not have lost their composure.

Ling Muyun was stunned. This was the situation of the gods? Why did he react like this? Did the reputation of Emperor Zhenwu spread to this world? Or was there something he didn't know about here? So Ling Muyun asked weakly: "What's wrong? Dad, mother, Bo Fang, why do you look like this? Is this Emperor Zhenwu very famous?"

"Yun'er, are you sure that the god who taught you martial arts is the Zhenwu Emperor?" Ling Zhennan did not answer his words, but asked him in a serious voice.

"This, it seems, he said that himself." Ling Muyun realized that his cowhide seemed to be blowing, and couldn't help but feel a little weak and slammed in his heart, and said in an uncertain tone.

Wang Yue'e said with joy: "My stupid Yun'er, don't you know that the name of the Taoist Lord worshipped by the Taoist Sect in the world is the Emperor Zhenwu?"

"What? Isn't it true? Shouldn't the highest god of Taoism be the ancestor of the Three Pure Ones? How could it become the Emperor of Zhenwu? This is too unreasonable!" Ling Muyun felt a turmoil in his mind and secretly complained. Of course, he just thought about these things in his heart, saying that he didn't dare to say them. At the same time, he secretly scolded his body for being too shallow in his knowledge, and the memory he left him was not in the memory of the Taoist priest respected by Taoism in this world, which made him lie and make such a big mistake.

Ling Muyun had no choice but to smile dryly and said, "I feel that the immortal I taught me in my dream is not particularly powerful. It should not be the Taoist priest who is worshipped by the incense of all people in the world? Maybe it is a duplicate name or a fake one."

Ling Zhennan frowned and said in a deep voice: "Yun'er, what are you talking nonsense? You can also talk about Zhenwu Dao Zun? In the future, you must be more respectful, both psychologically and verbally, so as not to punish the gods!"

"Dad, when did you believe in the Word? Didn't you not believe in God before? You have never seen any god or Buddha you respected. Why has it changed now?" Ling Muyun said in a little resentment.

Ling Zhennan snorted angrily and said, "That was before, and I have never seen miracles before. Who knows whether the gods and Buddhas that were promoted are true or false? But now your example appears in front of me alive, so how can I not believe it?"

Ling Muyun couldn't help but smile bitterly. After a long time of trouble, he pretended to be himself. But the problem was that he could not deny it, because once he denied it, it meant that what he had said before was lies. If he didn't say it, then how should he explain the origin of his martial arts? He had no choice but to bow his head and admit his mistake and agreed.

At this time, Ling Fang said, "Young Master, but I don't know what magical skills and skills have you passed on?"

"Yes, Yun'er, what have Zhenwu Daozun taught you in his dream?" Ling Zhennan and Wang Yue'e also turned their earnest eyes to Ling Muyun when they heard this, and they both wanted to know how much benefit Ling Muyun got from the gods.

Ling Muyun thought secretly in his mind, and then said, "My master in my dream has taught me a lot of great martial arts, and said that there is a major flaw in our 72-way evil-proof sword technique. If you cannot practice it, you will not be able to see the power. If you practice it, it will be extremely powerful, but it will damage yourself..."

After hearing Ling Muyun say this, Ling Zhennan's expression suddenly became excited and said repeatedly: "Yes, that's true. That's right. There are indeed major flaws in the Ling family's evil-proof sword technique. Yun'er, since Dao Zun has seen the flaws in our evil-proof sword technique, can he teach you how to improve and correct me?"

Not only Ling Zhennan, but also his mother Wang Yue'e and the butler Ling Fang could not hide their excitement. They looked at Ling Muyun together, their eyes full of hope, hoping to get a positive answer from him.

Seeing this scene, Ling Muyun sighed in his heart, knowing that his previous guess was probably correct. The 72-way evil-proof sword technique he passed on from his family was indeed the same as the legendary one. He had to practice it by himself. Although it was powerful, it was a severance of human relations, which was not something that ordinary people could bear. Fortunately, thanks to the system, this problem has been solved, so he said: "Dad, mother, after the master in my dream told me that my sword technique was also passed on me, called the Eighty-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-One-O

"Yun'er, what you said is true?" Ling Zhennan was so excited that he came to Ling Muyun's face two steps, grabbed his son's shoulder and asked loudly, with a hint of tremolo in his voice.

The evil-repelling sword technique is the biggest pain in the hearts of the Ling family in history. It is obviously a peerless sword technique, but it only takes a self-guilt to practice it. If you teach others, you will still not practice it? If you practice it, you will have to self-inflict your human relationship and become a disabled person with physical defects. Even if you can practice it, how can you be truly happy even if you can practice it? But if you don’t practice it, not to mention the itchy and torture of the peerless martial arts in your hands but cannot practice it, and without a strong martial arts as a support, how can you support the great business of the Fuwei Escort Agency?

Because of this, I suddenly heard that the disadvantages of his sword skills had been eliminated, so Ling Zhennan was so out of control. He was so excited that he couldn't help but feel uncontrollable.

Ling Muyun looked at the excited father in front of him, couldn't help but sigh in her heart, then nodded firmly and said, "Dad, what I said is true! If you don't believe it, we can go to the martial arts fair now and let me demonstrate it to you."

"Okay, there is no need to go to the martial arts field. Let me see how powerful the modified evil-repelling sword technique has been! " Ling Zhennan was full of excitement and directly took off a decorative sheathed sword hanging on the wall and handed it to Ling Muyundao.

Ling Muyun took the sword and did not take action immediately. He smiled and asked, "Dad, my skills have skyrocketed now and I don't have enough control over your strength. If I really practice sword skills here, I'm afraid you won't need to ask for this study. Are you sure you want me to demonstrate here?"

Ling Zhennan waved his hand and smiled, "I'm here to demonstrate. If the disadvantages of the evil sword technique are really removed, what is a mere study? I'm happy that you will demolish the entire mansion!"

"Okay, I'll be ugly there!"

Ling Muyun immediately drew his sword out of the sheath and used the 9981-way evil-proof sword created in the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes. But he saw countless amazing moves exerted, the sword light was like a waterfall, the sword energy was scattered, and his body was like a ghost and a charm. He flashed and moved in the study several feet apart, as fast as the wind and as sharp as thunder and lightning. He could only see a figure and a ball of sword light merged into one, and he could not tell where the sword was or where the human was...
Chapter completed!