After Chinese New Year’s Eve, it’s the Spring Festival.

Lin Xuan shook the purple-gold gourd in his hand and sighed while drinking.

“It’s a pity, there is no wine recipe for Tu Su wine.”

“Tu Su wine is drinking at this time, which is very timely.”

He only felt a little, not really a pity.

Today is New Year’s Day.

The bustle of Wudang Mountain has not yet subsided.

Many disciples are visiting each other, and even strangers who can’t talk about three words on weekdays will bow to each other.

“Senior Brother, Happy New Year.”

“Junior Brother, Happy New Year.”

There is only one exception.

It was Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan stayed at the residence and did not go anywhere.

In addition to drinking all day, it is cultivation.

Since his kendo cultivation increased by 1%, Lin Xuan found that he was becoming more and more handy when practicing swords.

Moreover.

Even if he wields the sword at will, there will be a mysterious artistic conception floating out.

This is the benefit after the artistic conception of kendo is improved.

Lin Xuan had temporarily put down the Taiji sword technique and specialized in the imperial sword technique.

This is the moment.

His imperial sword technique can already inspire three sword shadows, which can be regarded as Xiaocheng.

But.

He faintly felt that the upper limit of the Imperial Sword Art was extremely high, and I was afraid that he would not be able to cultivate to the Grandmaster Realm.

But.

As long as there is wine, anything is possible.

Come to think of it.

Lin Xuan grabbed the purple gold gourd and poured a large gulp of wine.

That fluttering feeling came again.

“Ding! Detected that the host drinks to achieve pleasure, cultivation speed +1! ”

Lin Xuan laughed:

“Drink to become stronger, cool!”

Finish speaking.

He gulped down the drink again.

A few days later.

The fourth day of the first lunar month.

At the beginning of spring, everything recovers.

The morning sun rises slowly from the east.

The birds in the woods chirped and chirped.

This is the moment.

Lin Xuan was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly.

The purple gold gourd was in his hand, occasionally thirsty, and he picked it up and poured it into it, and then continued to sleep.

Even he couldn’t tell if he was asleep or had woken up.

Doesn’t matter.

Right at this moment.

A ray of sunlight came in obliquely from the window.

And there is also a hint of spring.

Lin Xuan seemed to sense something, and slowly opened his eyes.

He braced himself on the bed board with his hands, sat up, and looked out the window.

At this time, the sky is blue and white clouds are rolling.

The snow that flew before has long stopped.

The snow on the ground has also melted.

Although there is still a cold wind.

But the heavens and the earth are clear.

Lin Xuan got up and stumbled to the door.

He opened the door, and the smell of spring came to his face.

He took a deep breath, felt the vitality of all things, and suddenly realized something.

Lin Xuan hung the purple-gold gourd by his waist and reached out to grab the sword in the house.

Sou!

The sword flew directly into Lin Xuan’s hand.

Lin Xuan came to the courtyard, holding a sword and wielding it at will.

Taiji swordsmanship emphasizes endless life and endlessness.

At this time.

Lin Xuan sensed the vitality brought by spring, so he suddenly became interested and once again performed the Taiji sword technique.

Although it is said to be a Tai Chi sword technique.

But.

Now the sword move in his hand is no longer a Taiji sword move.

Specious.

The sword moves are different, but the sword intent is the same.

This time.

When Lin Xuan wielded the sword, there was no trace of murderous aura, but it gave people a feeling of peace and security.

It’s like a spring breeze, moisturizing and silent.

Lin Xuan realized that his Taiji sword technique had entered a new realm.

Endless!

“Good!”

Lin Xuan heard this praise and had to stop.

Someone actually came?

He didn’t find out at all!

Lin Xuan followed the voice and looked over, and saw a Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe coming from not far away.

Although the Taoist priest has two beards on his mouth.

But it doesn’t look old-fashioned.

It looks like he’s in his early thirties.

Lin Xuan immediately recognized the identity of the other party.

The youngest of the Wudang Seven Heroes, Mo Sheng Valley.

How did he come here?

This made Lin Xuan secretly wary.

At the same time, I was also thinking back to whether there was a flaw just now.

Fortunately.

The sword dance just now did not use internal force.

Therefore, the true cultivation is not revealed.

It’s just that the sword intent generated when dancing the sword can’t be covered.

What’s more, Mo Shenggu is one of the seven heroes of Wudang, and his own realm is extremely high, how can he not see the profound sword intent he had just now?

Come to think of it.

Lin Xuan secretly sighed, a little helpless.

Sure enough, you should be careful.

It’s just that.

The situation just now cannot be hidden.

Is it in order to hide his strength, but not to practice swords?

Isn’t this putting the cart before the horse?

Mo Shenggu saw the other party staring at him, and he was silent for a long time, so he took the lead and said:

“I’m really sorry to disturb you just now.”

“Looking at your costume and the sword technique you practiced, it should be our Wudang disciple, right?”

Lin Xuan bowed:

“Lin Xuan, a third-generation disciple of Wudang, has seen Senior Uncle Mo Shenggu.”

Mo Shenggu raised his eyebrows and looked at Lin Xuan with interest

“Third generation disciple? Which senior brother are you? ”

Lin Xuan replied:

“The family teacher’s surname is Song, and the name is Yuanqiao.”

Mo Shenggu suddenly realized:

“It turned out to be Senior Brother Song’s subordinate. Lin Xuan? I remembered that you were the Lin Xuan who was allowed to drink by Master Venerable. ”

Lin Xuan was a little helpless.

Sure enough, good things do not go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles.

The fact that he was allowed to drink by his master ancestor still spread throughout Wudang, which is deeply memorable.

Lin Xuan nodded:

“It’s a disciple.”

Mo Shenggu looked Lin Xuan up and down:

“I can’t see it, you kid drinks heavily all day, but he is proficient in kendo. It’s a talent. ”

Lin Xuan arched his hand:

“Uncle Junior has passed the prize.”

Mo Shenggu glanced at the gourd on Lin Xuan’s waist and said with a smile

“What kind of wine is in your gourd?” Let me taste it. ”

Lin Xuan suddenly hesitated.

This is not an ordinary gourd, but a purple gold gourd.

If it is held in the hands of Mo Shenggu, will it show flaws?

This has to be guarded against.

Mo Shenggu saw Lin Xuan hesitating, and he also understood that for people with good wine, that wine gourd was the most precious thing.

“Master and nephew don’t be nervous, I’m just joking.”

Mo Shenggu did not dwell on Lin Xuan’s wine gourd.

He looked at Lin Xuan very seriously and asked

“I’m just a little puzzled, where did the sword technique used by my master and nephew come from?”

“Why does it give me the impression that it is a Taiji sword technique, but the sword move is completely wrong?”

When Lin Xuan heard this inquiry, he immediately understood that the main play was coming.

Sure enough, he still cared about the sword technique he had just had.

Strictly speaking, he was just wielding indiscriminately, mixed with some Taiji sword moves.

It’s not a Tai Chi sword technique.

However, the sword intent in it is a solid Taiji sword intent.

It’s just that the mystery in it naturally can’t be fully explained.

Lin Xuan thought for a moment and replied

“The disciples don’t know why this happened.”

“The disciple remembers that the family master said that the Taiji sword technique is not heavy on the move, plus the disciple is good wine by nature, and he can’t remember the sword move.”

“So you can only practice wherever you think.”

“Please don’t blame Uncle.”

Mo Shenggu was suddenly stunned:

“You mean, you can’t even remember all the moves of the Taiji sword technique?”

Lin Xuan stiffened and replied

“Yes.”

“The disciple just thought that the sword intent displayed by the family master practicing sword techniques at that time, and did not deliberately pursue sword moves.”

After Mo Shenggu heard Lin Xuan’s answer, the whole person was stunned.

Heavy intentions do not repeat the move….

This Lin Xuan couldn’t even remember all the sword moves, so he simply gave up the sword moves and just comprehended the sword intent.

I see!

“I realized, I realized!”

Mo Shenggu stroked his palm and laughed.

Lin Xuanman next to him had a black line on his forehead.

Time.

He didn’t even know what to say.

He just found a reason to fool the past, so he said the truth that everyone on Wudang Mountain understood.

And now.

Mo Shenggu actually realized?

Could it be that this Mo Sheng Valley is also open?

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