Martial Arts Have Mastery

"All skills have proficiency ()"

After walking around the third floor of Yuanzong's Gongfa Pavilion, Shen Ling left satisfied.

Chen Jianqiang over there looked at Shen Ling, and with some doubts, he returned to the place where the suzerain of Yuan Zong was.

"How many books did he choose?"

Seeing Chen Jianqiang's return, the suzerain of Yuanzong, the old man, asked calmly.

"Not one."

Chen Jianqiang replied in a low voice.

"Didn't choose one?"

A trace of doubt flashed in the old man's eyes.

Shen Ling never concealed his interest in Yuan Zong's exercises at the very beginning, but after going around the exercise pavilion, why didn't he choose any of them?

So strange.

Chen Jianqiang nodded: "Yes, he just walked around the third floor of the Gongfa Pavilion, and didn't even read the exercises."

The old man nodded: "Send this token over in a moment, and you don't need to accompany him when he wants to enter and exit the Gongfa Pavilion."

Chen Jianqiang hesitated for a while, and said slowly: "Sect Master, why don't I follow, just in case..."

"What if?"

The old man smiled and said softly, "What if he destroys these exercises? Or what if he steals the exercises?"

"Some of them."

Chen Jianqiang nodded.

The old man looked far away suddenly, and said meaningfully: "How long do you think Yuanzong can continue after you and I die?"

Chen Jianqiang shook his head.

He is over sixty years old, and the suzerain of Yuan Zong is over eighty years old.

Although they all practiced some exercises to prolong life, Yuan Zong's current situation was no longer something that could be resolved in a short time.

The old man smiled and said: "Since we can't control the affairs after death, let's give it a go now."

"Let's deal with the current affairs first, and arrange the current affairs of the sect properly."

"Even if Yuanzong will disappear in the future, before that, I must cultivate someone who surpasses them!"

The old man's last words were not heavy, but there was a sense of firmness.

Hearing this, Chen Jianqiang looked up at the old man with a slightly complicated expression.

He understood who they were in the old man's mouth, and he seemed to understand the old man's thoughts vaguely.

It was an unbearable past.

It was also the reason why Yuanzong lost power.

here.

Shen Ling returned to the small second floor, looking at the elegant environment and the beautiful scenery, he slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Calm down your excitement.

That's right.

After walking around the Gongfa Pavilion just now, Shen Ling felt very moved.

He had never seen so many exercises in his life. After a rough walk, there were hundreds of exercises in the entire exercise pavilion.

It was really the right time to come to Yuanzong this time.

but.

Shen Ling thought for a while, but he didn't choose any of the exercises, but decided to practice the mountain sword technique to the twelfth level first.

Having the power to face the enemy head-on is the most important thing for him at present.

Not to mention, the present time.

so precious.

Shen Ling thought for a short time, and then devoted himself to the career of practicing the mountain sword technique.

"Elder Jianqiang?"

Not long after he started practicing, Shen Ling saw the white-haired old man walking towards the yard where he was.

"By the order of the suzerain, hand over this personal token to Mr. Shen."

Chen Jianqiang nodded to Shen Ling, and then handed a jade tablet to Shen Ling.

"Personal token?"

Shen Ling took the jade tablet and looked it over several times, "What's the use of this thing?"

Chen Jianqiang said softly: "With this token, you can prove your identity. In addition, when you go to the Gongfa Pavilion, you only need to show the token, and no one will stop you."

"I see."

Shen Ling nodded and put the token away carefully.

Chen Jianqiang looked at Shen Ling and said slowly: "That's nothing, I'll go first."

"and many more."

Shen Ling said, "Elder Jianqiang, may I ask,

Why did the suzerain accept me as a disciple? "

Chen Jianqiang shook his head and said, "I don't know the specific thoughts of the suzerain, but the suzerain doesn't have any malice towards you, so you can rest assured."

"All right."

Shen Ling nodded.

Judging from now, the old man has done what he promised him.

But is there really a free lunch in this world?

Shen Ling didn't understand.

After Chen Jianqiang left, Shen Ling devoted himself to cultivation again.

It is still three million away from the twelfth level of Kaishan Saber Technique.

There is still a shortfall of 2.9 million...

time flies.

In a blink of an eye, a month has passed.

Shen Ling stayed in Yuan Zong's house for a month, he didn't leave the gate, and he didn't enter the second gate. Apart from eating on time every day, few people could see Shen Ling.

And in exchange for this move, the proficiency of the mountain sword technique has increased by 700,000...

"What's the name of the sword technique you practiced?"

Looking at Shen Ling, the old man spoke slowly.

"Machete technique."

Shen Ling responded softly.

"Machete technique?"

A flash of memory flashed in the old man's eyes, and he said slowly, "When the previous suzerain was old, he also created a sword technique, which seems to be called Kaishan sword technique."

"It's a pity that the knives of the kung fu method are thick and heavy. My father only created three moves, and he couldn't use them anymore."

"In the end, it was only set at the ninth rank."

"It's not very useful."

Shen Ling lifted the knife and said with a smile: "Perhaps the exercise I practiced is the one created by the previous suzerain."

"impossible."

The old man shook his head and said loudly, "That technique is only a low-rank ninth rank, and it is impossible to have the aura you wield like this. Although I am not sure about the rank of your technique, it will definitely not be lower than the first rank." step."

At this time, Shen Ling just smiled: "Master has good eyesight."

"Master..."

Hearing Shen Ling's name, the old man's eyes froze suddenly, "I've forgotten how long, I haven't heard such a name."

Shen Ling wondered, "Hasn't Master ever accepted any disciples?"

As the suzerain of Yuan Zong, it would be too strange if he had never received any disciples.

"Accepted."

The old man raised his head slowly, with a melancholy tone, "However, they all left the sect in the end and joined other sects."

Shen Ling opened his mouth slightly, not knowing what to say.

He didn't expect that he would be able to ask about the sad things of the old man just by asking casually.

This is too coincidental.

Shen Ling thought for a while, and said, "Then why did they leave?"

The old man shook his head and said, "I don't know either! They never said in front of me that they wanted to leave, and they didn't even say goodbye when they left."

Although the words were very calm, Shen Ling felt sadness from the old man's face.

"In the future, if I have a chance, I will definitely ask them for you."

Shen Ling looked at the old man and said softly.

"It's not necessary."

The old man shook his head and looked at Shen Ling, "I only hope that your future achievements can surpass them and prove that I, the suzerain, have not failed so much in teaching disciples."

over them...

Shen Ling looked at the old man and nodded.

He didn't know what level his senior brothers and sisters were at.

However, he is confident.