I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

Lin Meng realized that this young man was Wen Xiuzhu's family member, not a complete disciple, so it's no wonder that he was always by his side, and he didn't care about the reprimand.

After Wen Xiuzhu said, he turned to look at Lin Meng and asked sincerely:

"Well, you know now. Would you like to be the old man's disciple? With your talents, it is the best compared to the three disciples of the old man, at least much better than my ineffective grandson. "

"And old man, you must know your name. With the old man's ability and connections, as long as you are willing to enter the old man's seat, the old man will protect you, even if Fengyulou Ye Guyun is personally close to him, the old man can fight him! It will also teach you what the old man has learned all his life without reservation!"

Lin Meng heard the old man's sincerity, but still shook his head slightly and said:

"He has studied under the late Master Tai'an sword fairy Gu Anmin. In this life, he is a member of the Sword Sect of the Five Mountains, and he can't vote for another one."

I have a sage master, and I have read the martial arts and martial arts of many kendo sages.

To be honest, Lin Meng really didn't look down on the inheritance of this miscellaneous sword immortal Wenxiuzhu.

When it comes to safety, Lin Meng also doesn't believe that it is safer to take refuge in a Wenxiuzhu than Hongtian Supervisor Lin.

Although Lin Meng rejected Wen Xiuzhu, Wen Xiuzhu didn't realize that Lin Meng's refusal was a refusal. Instead, he smiled heartily:

"Don’t be afraid! As long as you inherit the old man’s teachings, it’s okay to be a named master. It’s common for monks outside the rivers and lakes to put a few master’s names elsewhere. It’s not bad rules! The two disciples of the old man are the same. Leading skills and apprenticeship, just hang up the old man's name!"

Lin Meng twitched his mouth stiffly, saying that the old man was afraid that he was determined to accept himself as a disciple. After all, he could be able to swim like a sword in the Royal Sky Realm like himself. Not to mention that it is rare for thousands of years, but for thousands of years. They are rare, and such a genius is a person who loves talents and will salivate.

Lin Meng pondered for a moment and thought about a way. He couldn't refuse directly. If he refused directly, with the determination of this old man, he would definitely lift up his arrogance and reputation to suppress others, and say whether he looked down on him and made people unable to step down. Words of persecution.

Although Lin Meng didn't see much of this kind of thing, he could hear a lot.

Even now, I have to embarrass this article.

Lin Meng sighed slightly, got up from his seat, took off Dong Qianshan who was behind him, held it in his hand, and began to dance his sword indoors.

On the Lin Meng sword, a faint dragon shadow of innocence slowly rose up. With Lin Meng's sword power, it danced, sometimes swooping, sometimes turning, sometimes turning back, sometimes raising his head, and sometimes wandering.

Lin Meng swung thirteen different sword gestures in one go. None of these thirteen strokes returned. It was equivalent to breaking one move into thirteen different moves!And there are six different directions and power changes in each move, which turns one move into six moves!

This is Lin Meng's greatest knowledge of the world over thousands of years ago, the magical technique of changing and demolition!

Everyone in the room looked straight, and had never seen such a smoothly changing technique.

This is Lin Meng's limit. If it is a drill, it can use these changes at most, and if it is in a battle, it depends on the urgency of time even less.

Thousands of years ago, Lin Meng used guns and other weapons that were clumsy than swords, and he was able to display eight kinds of dismantling methods and four changes, but now with more agile swords, there are 13 kinds of dismantling methods and six changes!

Lin Meng confidently gave this technique a name back then, called Fulong Babian, and believed that this technique could be passed down for generations.

But now Lin Meng has changed the name of this technique, he can't use the name of Fulong, nor can it be called Eight Changes.

Lin Meng put Dongqianshan behind him again, returned to his seat, and cultivated the bamboo path towards Wen:

"Senior, the next hand is called Longyou Thirteenth Change. If Senior can perform the fourteenth change, he will worship Senior as his teacher."

Lin Meng has no intention of humiliating Wen Xiuzhu, but just wants him to retreat.

Lin Meng didn't say anything about this skill, but he concluded that he was unprecedented. At least he was confident that this literary cultivation bamboo was useless, otherwise his reputation would have been more than that.

Wen Xiuzhu frowned and lowered his head for a little contemplation when he heard the words. Then, as if experimenting, he used his finger as a sword to simply draw a few strokes in the air, and a black bamboo shadow floated on the old wrinkled fingers, following the fingers. The dancing and dancing.

Wen Xiuzhu was contemplating and experimenting again and again, repeatedly tossing for a quarter of an hour, never pulling out the ink bamboo sword behind him, and making a few real gestures.

Finally Wen Xiuzhu took a sip of tea, exhaled a long breath, and sighed:

"It turns out that the young man is already so talented to learn, but the old man is not worthy of it. With such a foundation in the body, and the insight of the spiritual world, only the cultivation base can become the world's best master. On top of that, the old man’s mediocre skills may not be appreciated by the young man, but the old man is arrogant!"

Wen Xiuzhu feels ashamed. Lin Meng's thirteen kinds of tricks and six kinds of changes can only display six kinds of tricks and three changes in his hands. After deduction, it is impossible to make the fourteenth. It was dismantled and simply gave up.

Wen Xiuzhu felt a little ashamed. He spent more than two hundred years in kendo research, even if there were some miscellaneous things, it was less than half of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. What face does he have to accept each other as a disciple.

"The old predecessors are serious. The younger ones are just a little more talented in this aspect. If you really talk about kendo, you are better than the predecessors."

Now that Wen Xiuzhu retired, Lin Meng was no longer embarrassed, and gave the other side a step down, leaving some face for Wen Xiuzhu.

Wen Xiuzhu's words sounded comfortable, and he secretly praised Lin Meng as being sensible, but when he heard this humble word in Shen Mengzhou's ears, Shen Mengzhou brows brows.

What does it mean to be a little talented?

Shen Mengzhou's teacher was the first sword immortal today, and Li Buming, the best sword immortal in the world like Luan Tianzun Pei Ji!

Under such a pinnacle of kendo, Shen Mengzhou's vision in kendo can be described as the best in the world, much higher than that of Wen Xiuzhu, a miscellaneous sword fairy who was born in casual cultivation.

Like Lin Meng's thirteen kinds of tricks and six kinds of changes, Shen Mengzhou felt that even his master, Li Buming, who is known as the end of the world of swordsmanship, could not do it.

Shen Mengzhou can only think of one person who can make such a change in kendo, that is, Shuofeng Sword Fairy Ye Feng, who has not been defeated by his master nearly a hundred years ago, and his master is the number one sword fairy in the world!

In Shen Mengzhou’s view, the only one in the world is Shuofeng Sword Fairy, who is quick to shoot the sword, the sword is complex, and the sword moves change infinitely. He can achieve the changes that Lin Meng has just performed, even his master is known as the end of the sword. But it is not good at changing, and it is difficult to achieve that level.

But whether it is Shuofeng Jianxian or Wen Jianjianxian, they are both over 200 years old, but Anyang is only fifteen or six years old!

Shen Mengzhou didn't know where Lin Meng came from. He only concluded from this fleshy body in Anyang that Lin Meng was fifteen or sixteen years old, but in one respect he was able to rank alongside such two top figures in the world. How amazing!

Holy man made!Sure enough!

Shen Mengzhou sighed helplessly in the bottom of his heart, and subconsciously attributed all of Lin Meng's abrupt and abnormal performance to the sacred artificiality he saw with his own eyes that day.