Chapter 1077 Obsolete

She would not know that Lu Ping in front of her is actually Jiang Chen.

"I have no idea."

Jiang Chen acted very indifferent, as if unwilling to say more.

"You stop!"

Seeing him ignoring her like this, Lin Shuangyue suddenly became unhappy, and stepped forward to grab his arm.

At this moment, Jiang Chen's reaction was great, and he grabbed Lin Shuangyue's wrist all of a sudden.

"What do you want to do?"

Lin Shuangyue panicked and couldn't use Xinghai. The two could only rely on physical strength. Women are born at a disadvantage in this regard.

"Sorry, subconscious reaction."

Jiang Chen came to his senses, and quickly let go of her hand, but his eyes were a little strange.

Lin Shuangyue obviously didn't believe this answer, her almond eyes looked him up and down.

After a while, he said: "In the future, if you do anything else, you will be at your own risk."

Jiang Chen opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

At the moment of contact just now, he felt a strange fragrance from Lin Shuangyue's body.

It is very similar to Tang Shiya's "Love Silk Tribulation".

Just when he thought that Lin Shuangyue was such a woman, he realized something was wrong.

First of all, this is not "Love Silk Tribulation", and secondly, Lin Shuangyue is not the perpetrator, but the victim.

Some people want to get Lin Shuangyue's body and mind through extraordinary means!

He wanted to open his mouth to remind him, but this opening of his mouth would immediately reveal a lot of things, so he could only hold back.

At the same time, Jiang Chen, the real face of Tianhu Inn, went out and rushed to the sword hall.

At the same time, after Lu Ping separated from Lin Shuangyue, who was no longer interested, he returned to the nameless house.

"Master, why do I not have the way of the sword, but still feel that my swordsmanship is transcendent?" Jiang Chen asked straight to the point.

Since becoming a teacher, Wuming has not revealed his Dharma body, and still let him maintain the image of Lu Ping.

"What is kendo? Separate these two words, don't be bound by common sense, and open your mind." Wuming said.

Jiang Chen was startled, and immediately thought of Taoism and real martial arts, and he knew it clearly.

"People put various names on kendo, sum themselves up among them, and claim to be the inheritors of this kind of kendo. In fact, this is an empty statement that cannot fully explain kendo and cannot grasp the essence." Wuming said again.

Jiang Chen lowered his head and thought deeply, feeling like he was enlightened.

"Now, can you answer the true meaning of the sword you mastered before?" Wuming began to ask.

Jiang Chen was about to say the eight words of immortality and inexhaustibility.

But when the words came to his lips, he was immediately stunned, and understood what the master meant by emptiness.

"I don't blame you either. The way of swordsmanship is extensive and profound, and the inheritors are all young people. It can be said that the founder of the way of swords and the inheritors of the way of swords have completely different views on the same way of swordsmanship."

"To truly understand the way of the sword, one needs to find one's own sword intent. With the sword intent, one can understand one's own sword method and achieve transcendence."

"The ordinary introductory style I taught you may seem simple, but it directly points to the heart."

"Splitting, stabbing, pointing, lifting, collapsing, cutting, wiping, piercing, picking, lifting, wringing, sweeping."

"Twelve moves, which one have you mastered?"

"Sixth Form." Jiang Chen replied.

Cough cough cough.

Wuming, who maintained the image of a strict teacher, heard this, and almost spit out the tea he just drank.

Jiang Chen thought it was because he was not popular, so he hurriedly said: "Master, before night, I can master the eighth form, no, the ninth form."

puff!

The tea in Wuming's mouth couldn't hold back and spouted out.

"Doesn't it mean that you can master all of them tomorrow?" Wuming said excitedly.

"Yes." Jiang Chen understood that it was not what he thought, so he was relieved.

"Three days, only three days."

Wuming recalled how long it took him to practice the twelve moves.

The result made him a little ashamed.

He also remembered what Jiang Chen said when he was apprenticed to his teacher, he didn't think so at the time, but now it seems that it is indeed very possible.

After Jiang Chen continued to practice the sword, Wuming took out his own sword.

"You can't be lazy, otherwise, in less than ten years, you will be surpassed by this kid."

The words were helpless, but there was a joyful expression on his face.

In the back mountain, Jiang Chen continued to practice sword with a sinking heart, and when he mastered the eighth move, he suddenly had an epiphany.

Thinking back to Master's words, countless mysteries flooded towards him like a tide.

After a while, he opened his eyes with excitement.

"Three years of hard training is not as good as a famous teacher."

He just felt like a sponge, frantically absorbing the knowledge imparted by the nameless.

Thinking of my hesitation when I was apprenticed to a teacher, it seems to be too hypocritical now.

Outside the sword hall, students who finished their day of study came out.

Most of the students are part-time, they just come to the class at the stipulated time and leave after the end.

All the students were dressed in white standard long clothes, and they were free and easy, which was enviable.

Every student is full of pride, enjoying the attention of outsiders.

Jiang Chen stood outside the door, together with other people who were waiting, and from time to time someone would look sideways at him.

When Yang Jing walked out, he recognized Jiang Chen at a glance, and immediately came to him.

"Oh, it's really surprising that the famous Jiang Chen actually left the Tianhu Inn." He said it loudly on purpose.

People who thought Jiang Chen was familiar suddenly realized who he was.

Some time ago, Jiang Chen, who was famous all over the world, later offended Thunder God Sect and hid in Tianhu Inn without showing up.

"Isn't this the one who was beaten by me? What's your name?" The real Jiang Chen didn't need to pretend, he smiled brightly, showing his white teeth.

Yang Jing gritted his teeth, his eyes were cold.

He said coldly: "You are just a flash in the pan, and the era of glory that belongs to you is gone, so your face like this is really funny."

These words are true, Master Luo Cheng's reputation spread far and wide, spreading throughout the world of Tianwu.

In Tongtian City, there was another incident of the Black Wind Swordsman.

Jiang Chen, the alternative who bombed the Ten Thousand Saints Sect, gradually degenerated into an ordinary person after colliding with the Thunder God Sect.

A common thing in such people.

Without foundation, without influence background, just like duckweed.

Wu Sheng's apprentice left him, and the spiritual girl of Tianfu Academy didn't make any movement during this time.

It can be said that Jiang Chen is out of date!

Jiang Chen suppressed a laugh, and at the same time noticed Lin Shuangyue walking out.

The reason why I came here was to remind this woman. If I had to say the reason, it was naturally because of her aunt's affection.

Yang Jing noticed where his eyes were going, and suddenly realized what he was here for today.

"The toad wants to eat swan meat, why? Do you want to hug Miss Lin's thigh?" Yang Jing mocked.

"Has anyone ever said you look like a fly?"

Jiang Chen didn't bother to pay attention to him, and was about to go over, but just as he took a step, he noticed that someone came to Lin Shuangyue first.

"Witch Clan?"

Feeling that person's aura, Jiang Chen couldn't help but startled.

"Didn't expect it, do you know how small you are now?" Yang Jing said proudly.