C6 The Dream Lasted for Thousands of Years

Looking at Ling Yun's expression, Meng Ren did not say anything else and lightly patted Ling Yun's shoulder. He packed his luggage and left without saying goodbye to Ling Yun. Ling Yun just stood there in a daze, saluting his disciple and bidding his farewells.

Ling Yun's cultivation talent was not good, but that didn't mean he was stupid. On the contrary, he was very smart, had photographic memory, and was familiar with the ancient texts of the three sects.

Mr. Meng Ren, in order to resolve the obsession in his heart, made an exception and asked him to do something else. He was similar to the Great Dream, but the dream seemed to be real, and he had recorded down all the cultivation methods in his dreams. He did not know if it was feasible, but it was always right to record it down.

Ling Yun had never seemed to have any hope in cultivation. The deaths of his father and Uncle Ling, as well as Big Brother Ling Tian, were all because he was not strong enough.

Mister also said that all different paths lead to different paths. Ling Yun did not believe that this was the only cultivation method in this world, and it must be known that the political affairs of the dynasty were also constantly being improved, the Hundred Family Theory and the Mo Family's mechanical arts were constantly being updated, and this cultivation method, since ancient times, had never been like this. If one's cultivation aptitude was not good, it was just that their corresponding system was not good.

In other words, Ling Yun wasn't suitable for this kind of cultivation method, nor was he suitable for this type of cultivation method.

It didn't matter. There would always be something that suited him. He would be born with it!

There was a neighbor next door who liked to drink a lot. Ling Yun didn't like to drink alcohol, so after drinking, he couldn't think normally, and it was easy for him to do some bad things. He had to keep a clear mind and think at all times.

Meng Ren's departure did not disturb Ling Yun's own tempo. He had experienced great changes since he was young, and moreover, he had an early intelligence. He knew that people were cold and warm-hearted. Ling Yun did not know the origins of this bamboo garden, nor did he know how to leave it, but he was not in a hurry, there was still time.

"Little Ling Yun, your husband is very disappointed in you," the drunk neighbor said to Ling Yun, lying on his haunches on the fence.

"Yeah," Ling Yun sighed, "How did you know?"

The drinker's neighbor smiled. No wonder Meng Ren liked such a clever boy, who traveled the world with Meng Ren, and only lived here when he met Little Ling Yun. Meng Ren liked not Ling Yun's cleverness, but his kindness, the ability to know evil, the ability to endure evil, but the ability to be kind.

Meng Ren was very disappointed with this world. He did not find the matter of Prince Ling's residence weird at all. In all his dynasties, there had been many cases of people who had killed meritorious officials. The Emperor's Heart Technique was just like this.

When Ling Yun was on the street, a kind-hearted person gave him a steamed bun. However, he didn't accept it. Instead, he helped that kind-hearted person do a lot of things before taking the steamed bun in peace.

Instead of eating the fresh and soft and hot steamed buns, the wandering child went to a corner of the street. There was an old beggar who often beat him up, so he gave the steamed buns to him and then went to find something else to eat.

After that, they met Meng Ren. Meng Ren asked Little Ling Yun: "If you can't even fill your stomach, why did you give it to him? Moreover, he still wants to beat you up. "

Ling Yun replied softly, "Yes."

This was a good habit. Meng Ren laughed, in the eyes of the drunk neighbors, he was just a fool. Even if you don't have enough to eat, you still have to think about others.

When Meng Ren brought the child back to the bamboo garden, after a long time of interaction, he found out that this kind-hearted child also had a place where his killing intent was extremely strong.

His father came from an influential family in the Ghost Valley, and his mother's background was not simple either. He could not find any clues, and if even he could not find any clues, then she could only be one of the top disciples of this world.

His identity was mysterious, but he was also smart. If Ling Yun really did plant the seeds of hatred in his heart for this hatred, then he would become the devil that would set off countless massacres in the future.

The more he suppressed the evil in his heart, the more powerful it became. For example, the mind of a buddhist cultivator also needed to be vented.

Killing intent?

For some cultivators, their killing intent was extremely strong, but it was extremely good.

The drunkard's neighbor said to Ling Yun, "Brat, your husband won't teach you how to cultivate. How about learning from me?"

"As cheap as you?"

Ling Yun closed the book and rolled his eyes.

"If you are able to receive three portions of true inheritance from me, then you will be able to rule the entire world without worry."

The drunk neighbor said proudly.

"Tch!" Who do you think you are? "

Ling Yun was extremely disdainful.

The drunk neighbor spat on his palm, rubbed his temples and then wiped it away. His eyebrows were long and slender, and at this moment, his body was flying high, "I'm not talented. I'm not worthy of the title of Sword God that the heroes of the world gave me."

"Ha ~ Tui!" Ling Yun spat, "Who doesn't know that the God of Swords is extraordinary. Compared to a sloppy-looking drunkard like you, the difference is like heaven and earth. Don't put gold on your face."

The young and the old were separated by a fence, spitting on each other for the whole morning. Little Ling Yun could not compare to the shamelessness of her drunkard neighbors, so she went back to her room to cook and read again in the afternoon.

The scenery here was excellent and very quiet. Making tea and reading books was an excellent thing, but drinking wine was also a great pleasure, provided that one did not have such an annoying neighbor.

The drunk neighbor saw Ling Yun go in to cook and touched his chin. Meng Ren once warned him in a serious tone, "This child's killing intent is too strong. If you can't remove the knot in his heart, you can't teach him martial arts before this."

"The knot in my heart is broken by death. You're not allowed to let me teach him martial arts, and you didn't say that I can't teach him sword arts?" The drinker neighbor felt that he was too smart and could actually exploit Teacher Meng's loophole. There were 100,000 scholars in this world, but he was the only one who could compete with Teacher Meng!

There were two systems for cultivation in this world. The first was the Great Way of the Longevity, where many people rushed to and fro. It was divided into Immortal and God cultivation, Immortal Qi cultivation, and Spirit cultivation, all of which were called cultivators.

Although it was also called the path of longevity, compared to cultivators, it was much closer to the mortal world. Therefore, it was considered a small path that cultivators disliked.

Swordsmen of the world, on the other hand, were compatible with three main characters: Body Tempering, Qi Refining, and Soul Cultivation. There were very few sword cultivators, so their statuses were extremely high. Even a small sword cultivator from a mere Second Stage would be considered as a VIP guest when walking to an ordinary cultivator sect.

Ling Yun's cultivation aptitude was indeed not very good. He could at most cultivate the level of the Three Fifth Stage Realm, which meant that he was an immortal in the eyes of mortals, and a person at the bottom of the mountain in the eyes of true cultivators.

The drinker's neighbor wrinkled his nose. Ling Yun carried a plate over and handed it to the drinker's neighbor, "Can this be counted as the reward for learning the sword?"

"So bold!"

The drunk neighbor gave him a thumbs-up.

Ling Yun carried a bowl of porridge and returned to his pot of rice. Ling Yun liked eating porridge the most, "Three meals a day, I can help you cook. Can you tell me to practice the sword?"

"Aren't you afraid that I might have lied to you?"

The drunk neighbor's face was full of suspicion. Could this brat have some sort of evil scheme? A scholar had always been the one who said false words. He had the most tricks up his sleeves, so he couldn't let himself be fooled.

Ling Yun was silent for a moment and then said softly, "Even if it's just a martial arts skill of a three-legged cat, it doesn't really require much ability to beat up that emperor, right?"

"It doesn't require much ability."

He turned the conversation around, patted Ling Yun on the shoulder through the fence, and said with an extremely pleased expression, "Kid, after you learn this lord's sword, once you use it, you will make the sword cultivators of the world lose their face. What natural born sword genius, he is incomparable to you."

"Of course," Ling Yun learned very quickly. In just one morning, he had already learned almost all of the "Sword Arts Essence" from his drinker neighbor, "When I, the young master, spread your sword arts to the world, I will definitely make you famous. When that time comes, you can go out and wander around, even if it means that you are half a teacher of the great sword cultivator Ling Yun, and no one will dare to provoke you."

"Big Swordsman Ling Yun, I'm just waiting for that day to come!" The drunk neighbor gave another thumbs-up.

Ling Yun smiled and beamed with joy, "Your eyes are as good as my husband's."

Ling Yun was really happy. He wasn't afraid that the drunk neighbors wouldn't be good. As long as they could bring him in, he would be able to keep walking. The book said: "The ambitious one has succeeded!"

I have Ling Yunzhi, why not go to heaven!