Chapter 243: Secret knowledge passed down from family, never passed on to others
Apprenticeship?
Cheng Long Dingqing looked at Lin Pingzhi, shook his head and declined politely: "The secret knowledge passed down from family will never be passed on to others."
"Young Master Cheng, please don't be offended if you have a young dog!" Lin Zhennan hurriedly apologized with his hands in hand. In ancient times, family inheritance has always been passed down from male to female, let alone Pingzhi, an outsider.
"No problem!"
The atmosphere became a little awkward for a while.
Mrs. Lin smiled coquettishly and said, "Young Master Cheng, it's windy outside. Please come with me and drink some tea to warm yourself up."
After entering the cabin.
Mrs. Lin poured a cup of hot tea for Cheng Long and Lin Zhennan, and then went down to the cabin to help Cheng Long tidy up the room. Well, actually, she just made a room.
Originally, if I wanted to stay here, I could just find a room and squeeze in with their bodyguards.
It's different now.
Cheng Shaoxia, who has practiced his external skills to the point of being invulnerable, can't be crowded with his subordinates. His salary must be improved and he must live in a single room like them.
As long as you entertain the other party well, even if Qingcheng leader Yu Canghai comes, you won't get any benefits.
After meal.
The night is getting darker.
Lin Pingzhi, who gradually came out of his fear due to long-term contact, cast a curious look at Cheng Long: "Brother Cheng, what kind of kung fu have you practiced? It's amazing that you can be invulnerable."
"The magical power of indestructibility!"
Cheng Long made nonsense and randomly mentioned a name.
"Hiss~~"
Lin Zhennan and his wife took a breath of cold air.
What Cheng Shaoxia practiced turned out to be one of the ten most difficult skills among the seventy-two Shaolin skills. Throughout the ages, almost no one has been able to achieve invulnerability, but it was actually achieved by a young man in his twenties but less than thirty. Got it!
Moreover, this person is not a Shaolin disciple.
If this accidentally spreads, the bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple will probably be unable to sit still.
"Brother Cheng, it turns out that your parents are lay disciples of Shaolin Temple! My grandfather was also born in Shaolin. It seems that you and I are quite destined." Lin Pingzhi's grandfather Lin Zhongxiong is a Shaolin Zen master Duyuan and a disciple of Master Hongye. The lay name is Lin Yuantu.
But that's all Lin Pingzhi knew. Even his father might not know that his grandfather Lin Zhongxiong was Lin Yuantu's adopted son.
The reason is naturally because Lin Yuantu has cut off the root of his troubles and is infertile.
In order to pass on the family line, Lin Zhongxiong carried out various castrations on the anti-evil sword manual, removing its essence and leaving only its surface, so that its power was greatly reduced. As a result, the Lin family became worse than the last.
Cheng Long smiled and said with great interest: "Pingzhi, since you and I are destined, I will give you some pointers. Let me test you first. What do you think kung fu is?"
"Kung Fu is a skill that strengthens the body, allowing people to cultivate their moral integrity and avoid all kinds of diseases."
Lin Pingzhi blurted it out without thinking about it, because this was his understanding of Kung Fu, but it was relatively one-sided.
Lin Zhennan and his wife were very satisfied with his answer and smiled happily.
"Yes, the role of kung fu in daily life is indeed to strengthen the body and cultivate one's moral character. But kung fu is also a killing blow. It is a sharp weapon that can cause blood to splash five steps after a man is angry. In the big dyeing vat of Jianghu, many things can happen. It is inevitable, so in addition to cultivating our mind and character, we must also learn to fight.”
"Everything in the world of martial arts is invincible, except speed..."
"As long as you remember this sentence and continue to practice drawing and drawing the sword, it is possible to increase your sword drawing speed to a level where the enemy cannot defend. By then, anyone who dares to draw the sword in front of you will They will all become dead.”
Although Cheng Long's words seemed to be a joke, if Lin Pingzhi persisted in drawing and drawing the sword, he might actually be able to practice the art of drawing the sword.
Zhantian definitely can't do it. After all, Xiaoao is just a world with low martial arts, and it's more than enough to kill the enemy.
Just like two sharpshooters fighting to the death, the winner will always be the one with the faster speed.
The essence of the invincible Sunflower Book of the East is also the word "fast".
The same is true for the next-level evil-repelling sword manual.
"Cheng Shaoxia, I didn't expect that you actually understand the essence of Kung Fu at such a young age. No wonder you can practice the indestructible Vajra Kung Fu to the state of transformation at such a young age."
Lin Zhennan was deeply touched by this. After removing the essence, the Lin family's evil sword manual was no different from ordinary swordsmanship, and it was not even ranked high in the world.
The Lin family is now prosperous and prosperous, all thanks to the influence of their ancestors.
After Yu Canghai destroyed the Lin family, everyone knew that the Lin family was a paper tiger, and a group of wolves surrounded them, all of whom wanted to get the evil-proofing sword manual from Lin Pingzhi.
"No, this is just a little fallacy on my part."
Cheng Long waved his hand modestly.
Lin Pingzhi, who was lame after being fooled by him, was just about to get up and practice sword drawing when a cry of surprise sounded outside the cabin. "Something happened."
Lin Zhennan and his wife felt nervous.
Cheng Long, who was sitting opposite, immediately disappeared from the spot.
"This..."
The three members of the Lin family were stunned, and their hearts were filled with turmoil.
Just now, they were still flattering, thinking that what Cheng Long said was all nonsense, wasn't it nonsense that in a life-and-death fight, the faster one had the advantage?
Who doesn’t know that the faster the attack speed, the easier it is to kill the enemy!
But the problem is that simply drawing a sword and drawing it out faster than others is of no use. Masters in the world can basically predict and predict the enemy's opportunities.
Feng Qingyang, who is proficient in Dugu Nine Swords, is the master among them.
A little bit faster won't make any big difference at all.
However, Cheng Long calmly gave them a heavy blow. It turned out that a person's speed could be so ridiculously fast. With a whoosh, he disappeared from sight without a trace.
Even Dongfang Invincible is not so exaggerated!
Is this fucking human?
"Why are you the only ones here?"
“Where is Yu Canghai?”
The three Lin family members only took a few breaths. The more than ten Qingcheng disciples from the Qingcheng Sect who came to retaliate had their hands and feet broken off by Cheng Long one by one, and they were still thrown into a pile as if they were trash.
The three people watching this scene were speechless for a long time. Lin Pingzhi silently made up his mind at this moment. He must follow Brother Cheng's instructions and practice drawing the sword day and night to increase the attack speed of the sword.
You can't fall behind in Qinggong.
As long as the overall speed can be increased, other sword moves and palm techniques can be abandoned.
"Boy, who are you? How dare you hinder our Qingcheng faction from doing our work, I think you are tired of living!" Hou Renying, one of the four outstanding figures in Qingcheng, scolded fiercely.
"Oh, you are so courageous! You are so arrogant after being stepped on by me."
Cheng Long's face turned cold, and he exerted force on his feet. Seven or eight of Hou Renying's two rows of ribs were suddenly broken, and the entire chest was sunken.
The Qingcheng disciples on the side were so frightened that their pupils trembled and their livers and gallbladders trembled. Several of them endured the pain and jumped up from the deck, limping towards the side of the ship, trying to escape by jumping into the river.
"Still want to run?"
Cheng Long's body swayed, appearing in front of the two Qingcheng disciples like a ghost, and grabbed them by the neck.
"Click!"
Cheng Long broke their necks without hesitation.
Qingcheng disciples are not only cunning, cunning and vicious, the rest of the disciples are also of the same virtue.
In the original plot, in order to lure Lin Zhennan and Lin Pingzhi to show up, these 'decent disciples' caught a woman pretending to be Mrs. Lin, hung her from a tree, and stuck a sharp sword upside down on the ground to force her to show up. Father and son appear.
The young and energetic Lin Pingzhi naturally couldn't hold back his anger. However, when he rushed out to rescue his 'mother', the Qingcheng disciples had already burned the rope. He could only watch the innocent village woman being stabbed by the sword blade. He wore it and died on the spot.
A leopard can be seen in a tube.
This kind of deed is definitely not the only one.
Therefore, Cheng Long's murderous intention was so great that even the Lin family couldn't believe it. His attacks were so ruthless, and he looked more and more like a disciple of the Demon Cult!
"Master, Mr. Cheng is so murderous!" Mrs. Lin whispered.
"Don't ask for the kindness of a woman, just do it!"
Lin Zhennan was worried, raised his sword and charged forward.
The dozen or so Qingcheng disciples who attacked the Lin family's cruise ship soon died at the hands of Cheng Long and Lin Zhennan.
Lin Zhennan and his wife thought that the matter was over. Who would have thought that Cheng Long would kill the last person, but he actually took out a bead that exuded a coquettish light in front of them.
When Lin Pingzhi and Shi and Zheng came over after hearing the news, when they saw the bead, they immediately felt a chill rising from the soles of their feet to the sky, and their scalps became numb.
The next moment...
More than a dozen Qingcheng disciples on the ground were pulled up into the air by the powerful suction force of the blood-thirsty bead. A large amount of blood mist escaped from Yu Wen Shancun's body, converging into long bloody rivers and pouring into the bead.
The corpse withered very quickly, which was extremely terrifying.
"Plop!"
Mrs. Lin's knees weakened and she fell to the ground unexpectedly.
Lin Zhennan and his bodyguards and servants all had their eyes widened with fear on their faces.
(End of chapter)