"My mother died of depression because the unfaithful father told me that she would come back in two months. As a result, she waited for more than ten years. In the end, my mother...ah..." Lin Wuchang said this without realizing it
Her eyes were a little tide, "To be honest, I have never seen my mother laugh. Every morning before the sun came out, she would wait at the entrance of the village, and wait until the moon climbed halfway up the hillside. If it weren't for my grandfather and I,
, She refused to come home to rest."
When Lin Shaoyun heard him say this, his face turned red without feeling guilty, and he secretly blamed himself: "Xiuxiu is such a love-infatuated person. Lin Shaoyun, Lin Shaoyun, you deserve to die..."
The truth was revealed at this time. It turned out that he was the murderer. Lin Shaoyun's anger turned into infinite self-blame.
"Oh! By the way! Do you have any relatives with our family?" Lin Wuchang said coldly.
"Relationship?" Lin Shaoyun smiled bitterly, "Let you see this, maybe you will understand." After that, he stopped and heard a whoosh.
Lin Wuchang did not see Lin Shaoyun's moves, and the Tianyun Sword in his hand was automatically unsheathed and fell into his hands quietly.
"Live on the Thirteen Swords, look forward to it!" The sword in Lin Shaoyun's hand pounced on it like a flying flower.
Thirteen swords in one hand, flying all over the sky, in Lin Shaoyun's hand, it was like a storm, like a beauty covering her face, with infinite power, yet subtle and wonderful. It was better to say that it was dancing a sword than practicing sword skills.
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Give people a stunning feeling.
Especially Lin Wuchang, he originally practiced the Thirteen Swords of Luoyu, and he also had a lot of experience in its subtlety. He originally thought that his sword skills were already very high. But at this time he realized that he had practiced.
Compared with Lin Shaoyun, the sword technique is like a three-year-old child dancing with a wooden stick. To describe it in two words, it is: childish!
Because this is simply the same sword technique. Lin Shaoyun used the same move, and the move he used felt that it was a huge difference.
At that moment, Lin Wuchang felt ashamed and ashamed. He found that this person's swordsmanship was better than his mother's playing, and it was extremely powerful and graceful.
To be honest, there is an impeccable momentum of spring rain spreading among the earth.
Lin Shaoyun just took a few random moves and stopped it. In a moment, the sword in his hand quietly returned to the scabbard in Lin Wuchang's hand.
Lin Shaoyun, who has surpassed the Jindan stage cultivation level, uses a few sword techniques casually, which is a realm that martial arts people today look up to. There is absolutely no doubt about this.
"Did you see something?" Lin Shaoyun saw that Lin Wuchang's eyes were dull, as if he was already obsessed with seeing it.
After hearing this, Lin Wuchang felt like he was poured with a basin of cold water and came back to his senses and said, "It's amazing. I asked myself that even if I practice for a hundred years, I can't reach your level."
His answer surprised Lin Shaoyun. He wanted to wake him up through swordsmanship so that he could guess his identity through swordsmanship, but unexpectedly, he was completely addicted to swordsmanship, but forgot about association.
"I mean, do you know who I am now?" Lin Shaoyun reminded him.
"You..." Lin Wuchang glanced at Lin Shaoyun. His martial arts were all trained by his mother, and his mother's abilities were said to be taught by his father who had not met for more than 20 years. Of course, he would not think that
The young man in front of him was his father, and he immediately said, "Are you my father's apprentice?"
Lin Shaoyun rolled his eyes bitterly, sighed heavily, tidied up his clothes with his hands, and said, "I never accept disciples! When I taught your mother this sword technique, I really didn't expect twenty.
You will appear in the rest of years, but she…”
"You teach my mother? Twenty years ago?" Lin Wuchang opened his mouth wide, pointed at Lin Shaoyun with an incredible expression and said, "You...you mean, you are me..." The father didn't say anything, and saw Lin Shaoyun
Nodded without comment.
"I don't believe it! You're talking nonsense..." After Lin Wuchang said this, he had no confidence. After all, the swordsmanship was like a fake, let alone this man's martial arts skills. According to the principle, he could make himself with one palm.
I never reborn, but I have always been tolerant. When I thought of that relationship, I suddenly felt a sudden realization.
But in his heart, if my father was still alive, he was still in his fifties, how could he be so young?
Because Lin Shaoyun is too young, Lin Wuchang is unable to accept this fact at once.
"No... you are lying, how could my father be you?" Lin Wuchang felt that Lin Shaoyun was almost the same as his brother. He called him father. Isn't this too funny? If you say it, wouldn't it make people laugh?
Lin Shaoyun frowned and said, "Why should I lie to you!" For a moment, he did not expect that the other party denied it because he looked too young.
"Grandpa Grandpa, he said he was my father, do you see?" Lin Wuchang hurriedly asked Mr. Li for help.
After all, things turned too suddenly, and Lin Wuchang was a little confused for a moment.
On the side, Arong opened her mouth wide, and she didn't believe that this young man was Wuchang's father.
Mr. Li had a back ear and couldn't hear what his grandson was saying clearly. He asked in a hoarse voice: "What were you saying?"
"I said Grandpa, please see if he is my father." His voice trembled slightly.
After all, only Grandpa can give the answer to this sudden incident.
Now, Uncle Li heard it clearly, and his body trembled without realizing it, and he said to himself: "He...he is he back?"
He hurried forward, grabbed Lin Shaoyun's clothes, looked carefully, and asked, "Are you really Lin San?"
Lin Shaoyun nodded and said, "I am really Lin San!"
"Is he?" Lin Wuchang asked anxiously.
Uncle Li shook his head and said, "Hey! You also know that the only person who saw your father's true face back then was your mother. No one in the village had ever seen him because of your father..."
"He is wearing a golden mask! I know this!" Lin Wuchang stole the snatch before Mr. Li finished speaking.
Lin Shaoyun suddenly realized that Mr. Li didn't recognize him because he didn't wear a mask. He immediately turned his palm and took out the golden mask from the Qiankun Ring, put it on his face, and said, "Grandpa, look at it again."
,how?"
Before Uncle Li could react, a villager shouted far away: "Immortal Lin is back!"
Then I heard the sound of knocking on the iron basin with my hands.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! That's it!" Uncle Li will never forget Lin Shaoyun's heroic appearance in the golden mask back then. At this time, when he saw Lin Shaoyun put on the mask, the long-lost sense of familiarity surged into his heart.