Chapter 1 Sword Slave
“not dead?”
Lin Yun opened his eyes and looked at the flat chest, his first thought was that he was not dead.
He remembers himself, it is rare to go to Mount Taishan leisurely.
Who knows that the moment he climbed to the top of the mountain, a ray of sword light passed through his chest.
Before he could react, he immediately lost consciousness.
“It hurts!” Lin Yun suddenly covered his head with a struggling expression on his face.
Pain, splitting headache, and memory forcibly poured in. All kinds of pictures, like movies, flicker quickly.
The fusion of memories didn’t last long, but Lin Yun felt that more than ten years had passed.
When he opened his eyes again, his expression gradually eased, and his eyes were already full of calmness.
It turned out that he wasn’t dead, he passed through.
Came into this world named Xuanhuang, possessed by a small sword slave on the edge of Tianshui Nation.
Perhaps in the dark, there is the will of God, and the name of the sword slave is also Lin Yun.
The fusion of memories let him know that he is fifteen years old this year. Joining the Qingyun Sect three years ago, his qualifications were too low to become a Qingyun disciple.
I had to wash the sword room in the door, and became a sword slave, dedicated to the maintenance of the swords of the disciple elders and others.
Fortunately, the Blue Cloud Gate is not a sword-based sect, so he is not particularly busy, and he has a little free time to practice every day.
Xuanhuang world, strength is respected.
It is very rare to be born as a sword slave and get a chance to practice.
There are also rules in the Azure Cloud Sect. All handymen can become official disciples only if they have achieved a small amount of cultivation.
It is this rule that has always inspired Lin Yun, making him willing to be a slave and never leave this Qingyun gate.
It’s a pity that Lin Yun has enough perseverance and poor comprehension. After three years of cultivation, it was only two-fold in martial arts, and he was unable to enter the three-fold for a long time.
The standard for becoming a disciple of the outer sect was precisely the Martial Dao Sanzhong, which was one step away, keeping Lin Yun from the outer sect.
Lin Yun secretly pondered in his heart, as a sword slave, his cultivation time and resources were hindered. But for three whole years, he couldn’t break through to the triple martial arts, and the original master’s savvy was still a bit mediocre.
“Since you live again, then you can live well. In this world, Lin Yun’s name can also be famous all over the world!”
Strangely speaking, Lin Yun adapted quickly to the matter of crossing, and set a goal for himself in a moment.
Perhaps, it has a lot to do with his previous career. Let him stay calm no matter what environment he is in.
In his previous life, he was a genius lawyer and knew the law, but he never forgot, and he was known for his calmness and stability.
Since his debut, no one has lost the lawsuit.
“Try it first, what kind of aptitude this body is.”
With a deep voice, Lin Yun pushed aside the cabin and came to a clearing in front of the door.
Putting out the Tiger Fist posture, Lin Yun stepped on the pace, punching and punching.
Tiger Boxing, hearing this name, you know a popular boxing technique. In fact, the basic exercises are better than this fierce tiger fist. I don’t know how many in Qingyunmen.
It’s just a sword slave who can get this. If he is not a formal disciple, he can’t get the various resources of Qingyunmen at all.
What is the basic exercise?