C11 The Sword Practice Is also the Fist Practice

Ling Yun stayed at the inn, while the blonde youth also left. His sister had no choice but to stay as well.

She admired Ling Yun from the bottom of her heart because her brother was also a famous genius in his world. So, Ling Yun was able to defeat him and he was even very humble. Who wouldn't like a person like that?

Bullying was the capital of all those who were capable, but those who were talented and those who weren't were able to treat everyone with equal treatment. This was extremely difficult.

The blond youth's name was Claus, and his sister's name was Christie.

It was not as if Claus had never seen a sword cultivator before. In his previous battle with Ling Yun, he clearly felt the different attacks from other cultivators between his two fingers. Formless and intangible, yet they had extremely powerful killing power. If it wasn't for Ling Yun, he would have lost an arm yesterday.

Ling Yun's killing intent was extremely heavy. However, all these years, he had already buried it deep within his heart. A manor, one hundred and seventy-two lives, they were all innocent. How could they possibly be killed?

If the heart of an emperor wanted so many people to die because of grievances, then what was the reason in this world?

On the morning of the second day, Ling Yun put down the white scholarly robe that his teacher had personally gifted him and changed into the ordinary running clothes. He was handsome, had studied for many years, and also frequently practiced the sword.

What kind of inn would have such an extraordinary turn of events?

Ling Yun had roamed all over the place, and he had seen the hall before, so he could remember anything that he saw.

The shopkeeper was worried that Ling Yun wouldn't do it well. After all, it was a disgraceful thing to a cultivator to nod and bow to a mortal. If Ling Yun was really unhappy and beat someone up, then his inn wouldn't be opened anymore.

However, things developed in the opposite direction of the shopkeeper's concern. Even if there were two or three customers who liked to make things difficult, they would be easily resolved by Ling Yun with a few words. The rest were just like usual.

A man should marry; a woman should marry.

However, even Ling Yun, who was a cultivator, was looked down on by these guys' daughters, including Ling Yun, the waiter.

That pair of brother and sister from the Xixuan Continent were sitting in a corner drinking wine, trying their best to not attract attention. Christie said to Claus: "Brother, do you really plan on learning the sword from him?"

"I can't remember wrongly. On that day, he defeated me because of sword intent." A fire flashed across Claus's eyes.

Actually, there was another reason why there were so few swordsmen in the world today: sword intent.

Swordsman only enter the Sword School because of their sword intent.

No matter how high their sword techniques were, they had no sword intent and could not become a true sword cultivator. However, Ling Yun did not know much about this matter and there was a common language between the drunk and Ling Yun regarding sword intent — did they still need to comprehend this? Isn't it natural to have a sword? You still need to understand? What? You can't comprehend it in your entire life, who are you trying to trick?

It was probably this kind of attitude.

It was a natural thing to do!

After a day of work, in order to make more money, Ling Yun even bought dinner for the people at the inn. In any case, he didn't need to buy food, he just needed to cook.

The dishes were not expensive, and only used some leftover vegetables and leaves. However, the food they made was extremely delicious, and the two blonde siblings who were originally eating the specialties of their hometown, upon hearing their praise, couldn't help but want to come and have a taste.

"I haven't eaten my fill, can I get something to eat? "Don't worry, I'll definitely give you money."

Wasn't it just money that Ling Yun lacked? If elder brother wanted to learn the sword from him, he might not necessarily be able to start from here.

Therefore, forcefully giving it to Ling Yun wasn't a good idea. We can just start from a normal situation, can't we move him?

The shopkeeper wasn't very hostile to his brother and sister, who had a 180 degree change in attitude. He looked at Ling Yun, who lowered his head and ate his food.

"I've finished eating," Ling Yun said apologetically. "Shopkeeper, I'm sorry, I still have something to do."

"It's nothing, it's nothing. Go back to your work." The guest room was still Ling Yun's guest room. This was also the room that he paid for, how could he not stay there? Taking an extra room, Ling Yun let the shopkeeper deduct it from his salary.

It was necessary to read and practice calligraphy. Ling Yun had already prepared some ink and paper. He took a bath, put on a scholarly robe and sat upright to practice calligraphy. This was an important lesson of the day.

"Big Brother Ling, that pair of siblings are looking for you for something." The waiter came over to greet him.

"Let them in." Ling Yun said, but his hands were still meticulous. When the golden-haired siblings came and saw Ling Yun practicing calligraphy, they looked at him in surprise.

A person was like his name, just like his name!

Its words were like the clouds, changing constantly and carrying a sense of sharpness. However, this feeling disappeared in a flash because Ling Yun had already changed to the next piece of paper. Only then did the golden-haired siblings come back to their senses.

"Yun, why do your words have a sharp edge to them?" Christie asked.

Ling Yun replied subconsciously, "The different paths of the Great Dao, but they are all the same. Practicing the sword is also a practice of the fist, the word is also a practice of the sword, swordsmen have the sword blade, scholars have the brush blade, swordsmen use the sword to kill people can destroy the soul, scholars use the brush to kill people can destroy the heart."

As he said this, Ling Yun suddenly woke up from his daze. Only then did the inexplicable sense of nervousness from Claus and Christie disappear. He stopped practicing and asked while tidying up the room, "Why are you looking for me?"

"I want to learn sword techniques from you." Claus said solemnly.

Ling Yun secretly rolled his eyes. I'm not even a sword cultivator, what are you going to learn from me? Isn't this playing?

Claus thought for a moment, but he became more determined in his mind. Previously, in his fight with Ling Yun, he had used two fingers without a sword, and the sword intent had penetrated deep into his bones. He carefully recalled the sword intent that his teacher had described to him, and that was it.

As long as he had a chance to practice the sword, he would definitely be able to achieve great things.

Ling Yun was silent for a long time, then said: "Soong Dynasty have Tianyi Academy, among them are Spirit Cultivators, and Sword Cultivators. Although Spirit Cultivators do not cultivate, and there are many rules, they are more tolerant towards other cultivators, and towards outsiders, they are especially important, if you go and give it a try, maybe it will be okay."

My teacher once said that with my talent, being able to practice the sword is already not bad. If you want to become a sword cultivator, you can wait a hundred and eighty years before deciding, so when I teach you, I'll ruin your future. If you enter the academy, you can also join other cultivators.

It didn't matter if Claus and his sister's kindness towards him was fake or real, as long as they entered Tianyi Academy, it was equivalent to him having a line in Tianyi Academy. The main institution for the selection of the General Civilian Minister s was Tianyi Academy.

Moreover, Soong Dynasty had always liked to recruit talents from all over the place. Once Claus and his sister entered Tianyi Academy, they would definitely be treated as a focal point for cultivation. Regardless of their talent, this was the "art" of Soong Dynasty.

Of course, Claus and his sister had heard of Tianyi Academy and had even visited it more than once, but they had no intention of joining in at the time. Ling Yun was a Confucian Scholar in the World of the Nine Continents, and he was also suspected of being a sword cultivator.

In this world, only Ling Yun was not the only person who thought that his teachers were not particularly powerful. In fact, his starting point was higher than others, and both Mr. Meng and Mr. Jiugui were very demanding on him. So in the eyes of others, his standard was already pretty good.

This resulted in Ling Yun's "humility".

"An outsider like us, can we really join the Tianyi Academy?"

Christie asked.

Ling Yun wanted to take revenge, but he had never lacked understanding of the situation at the Soong Dynasty. Other than understanding the three classics of Confucianism, he also had the "Geography of the Nine Regions" and other local customs in the Nine Regions. It was a general situation that was written in a book.

However, even if one were to read ten thousand books, one would have to travel ten thousand miles. The situation would not change in the books, but according to the original situation combined with what he had seen, he would still be able to know more things.

The reason for settling down at the inn was because there were too many people, so there were always people who wanted all sorts of things. Their words would inadvertently reveal some information, which might be useless for the time being, but it did not affect Ling Yun's judgement of Soong Dynasty ten years later.

A scholar had an extremely high status, but a martial general was much weaker. However, many Soong Dynasty scholars were decadent and sour, only knowing how to read and not how to use it, if useless, they would only become a tumor.

This is good for rule, but it is not good for longevity.

Ling Yun had already come up with a plan in his heart. As long as he took things step by step, he would definitely have to pay the price of being the Sovereign King of Soong Dynasty in the future!

The Prince Ling Manor was filled with grievances and loyalty, they would definitely massacre the entire Soong Dynasty Imperial Family!

Ling Yun said to Christie, "Of course you can. The culture of the Nine Prefectures is best able to accommodate people, take advantage of their strengths to make up for their weaknesses. When you enter Tianyi Academy, not only can you increase your cultivation, you can also learn a lot of other things.

If such a magnanimous character like you appeared in the older generation, then the Liu siblings wouldn't find it strange. However, if it was Ling Yun, then it would make people want to know his identity as well as his mister.

However, if Ling Yun didn't say it, they wouldn't casually ask about it. They were originally hiding their identities and came out to gain experience, maybe Ling Yun was the same as well.

"In that case, I can give it a try." In fact, Claus instinctively felt that he had learned more from Ling Yun, which said, "The different paths of the great Dao lead to the same origin". Claus instinctively felt that he had learned more from Ling Yun, which said, "The different paths of the great Dao lead to the same origin".

"But," Christie continued, "before we go, can I have your meal again?"

Ling Yun's cooking skills could be said to be excellent. They had traveled in the Nine Prefectures for almost a year, but they had never tasted such excellent cooking skills. It wasn't that other chefs' cooking skills were not good, but rather the craftsmanship of making ordinary ingredients into delicious delicacies.

Ling Yun smiled and nodded, "If there's nothing else, you can go out and read, or cultivate. I still need to practice the calligraphy," he glanced at Claus and said, "It's best if you don't read them. They are from the same line."

If it was anyone else, he might really want to have a look. However, the feeling Ling Yun gave him was different. Among all the people he had met, he was the only one who did not treat him as a foreigner, and he did not see him as one either.

He even thought that in Ling Yun's heart, all living things might really be the same, with only good and evil being divided.

As for Christie, she was reading a book called "The Classic of the Righteous Way". The sentence was very complicated and he could not read all the characters in the Nine Regions. After Ling Yun finished practicing, Claus went out to stroll by himself, leaving only Ling Yun and Christie in the room.

"Can you teach me the language of the Nine Prefectures?" Christie raised the book in her hand.

Ling Yun nodded. After all, these siblings were part of his group, so he couldn't just give them everything he had. After nodding, Ling Yun asked, "Are you planning to live in the Ninth Governor's residence?"

"I don't know, but I don't plan to leave anytime soon. I think this place is very interesting."

Christie said with a smile. Ling Yun moved his chair to the side while Christie sat beside him with a small stool. The fragrance of the woman entered his nose.