Chapter 92: Mad

Lu Yun is now in Houshan to find Zhang Daoji. Houshan is also good at practicing knife skills. At least no one is there.
Same as last time, before Lu Yun came to Houshan, he heard the sound of Houshan's piano first. The sound of the piano is from Li Qingduo, and only Li Qingduo can pop such a sound.
Li Qingduo's discovery of Lu Yun's figure didn't stop and continued his playing. It's just that he is thinking about something in his heart. Lu Yun hides part of his cultivation.
Lu Yun didn't seem to know how many cultivation practices he had, and thought he could hide him. Li Qingduo clearly knows that Lu Yun is now the pinnacle of Xuan Shi's first floor, and will soon reach the second floor of Xuan Shi.
"The speed of this improvement is faster than me. I am afraid this guy is the strongest I have ever seen. But Lu Yun, if I were your opponent, I would give you five years, can you open the gap with me! "
Li Qingduo said in his heart.
But he knew it was impossible, unless there were any adventures, otherwise Lu Yun could not catch up with himself. Even if Lu Yun can close a little gap with himself every year, it will not be smoothed out in five years.
At least twenty years, or even longer!
Li Qingduo thinks Lu Yun is lucky, because he is not Lu Yun's enemy. Otherwise, how many lives Lu Yun has is not enough to die. At least, Li Qingduo knows Lu Yun completely.
Lu Yun was quietly enjoying Li Qingduo's playing. When he finished playing, Lu Yun warmly applauded.
"What did you hear?" Li Qingduo asked.
"Life." Lu Yun said with a smile, "I'm very happy that you can find the meaning of living."
Li Qingduo showed a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, and then disappeared with Lu Yun's unclear posture. Lu Yun is still very surprised to this day, why he has improved so much in his cultivation, and still can't see Li Qingduo's body style.
Could it be that he has now reached Master Xuanxiu's behavior!
Lu Yun's guess is not impossible, otherwise, it is impossible to see even Lu Yun's strength with Lu Yun's closeness to Xuan Shi's second floor cultivation. Only Xuan Shixiu can make sense of this explanation.
"Lu Yun! Are you here to bring me delicious food!" Zhang Daoji said excitedly, "Han Lin doll and you don't know what happened, and you haven't seen your shadow in ten days."
"Here's a good drink for you." Lu Yun smiled and threw the wine gourd to Zhang Daoji.
Zhang Daoji carefully looked at the wine gourd, then opened the lid and smelled it, and then happily poured himself into his mouth like a child.
Lu Yun quickly stopped and said: "Tai Shi Uncle Tai Shi Un! Please don't drink it now, this wine can only be me now. You help me watch, if I am drunk you will immediately wake me up and eat Rescue Dan! After that, I will give you a drink! "
"Good!" Zhang Daoji said, "You want to drink and practice knife, to understand the mood, I understand!"
Fortunately Zhang Daoji understood, otherwise Lu Yun would be in trouble. Afterwards, he began to practice the Solitary Sword.
Cultivating the Solitary Sword is more difficult than other martial arts, and may be less than other martial arts.
Because you only need to comprehend the artistic conception, the sword technique will be completed!
The Solitary Sword has the artistic conception first and then the sword technique. In other words, it has seven layers, seven artistic states, and only seven strokes. But every move can be proud of the heroes.
The first move, madness has no direction, the artistic conception is drunk alone, killing one thousand enemies, drinking with boldness!
The second move, the bucher knife mad. Artistic conception is the spread of murderous air to cover the sky.
The third move, the arrogant and mad god, the mood is, who will go to heaven to give up who I am.
The fourth move, the magic sword is invincible, the artistic conception is, God blocks killing God, and Buddha blocks killing Buddha.
The fifth move, the mad knife is self-contained, the mood is that no one can live under the knife.
The sixth measure, Gufeng forgets his madness, the artistic conception is, forget the anger, meditate with a knife, but infinitely powerful.
The last move, alone and seeking defeat, the artistic concept is, fighting thousands of people, only to be willing to defeat!
The artistic conception of is naturally to get drunk first, and then realize it. It's easy to get drunk, but it's hard to get drunk alone. Then came the artistic conception, and the wielding of the sword.
Lu Yun just started to try. The first time he just drank, he did n’t seem to do anything. He was drunk first, but he didn't feel bad when he entered the mood.
Zhang Daoji then gave him an anti-hangover pill, and Lu Yun recovered from the anti-hangover pill. Continue the second attempt, which is much better than the first.
But he only realized a little bit.
"Come again!" Lu Yun was drunk again, drinking a lot of wine, and he was about to become unconscious.
Zhang Daoji fed him another hangover pill.
"Come again!"
Lu Yun deeply felt that just realizing that the person's artistic conception at that time could not be done at all, but wanted to ... drink too much.
Only people who have been drunk many times can realize the realm of being drunk alone. Then, after getting drunk, the husband and wife would not open, and naturally kill one thousand enemies.
"Come again!" Lu Yun drank more fiercely.
The amount of his wine has increased rapidly, but the ferocious energy of drinking is also faster. Zhang Daoji who was watching was really greedy.
Wine will only get drunk if you drink too much, and you will be in a trance only if you get drunk too much. Only when you are in a trance, you will remember what you used to be, and then hide those things that are deeply hidden in your belly, forgetting everything.
This is wine!
Lu Yun was reborn here, not willing to become such a small character. So I tried hard to climb up, and the things of the previous life were buried in my heart.
Until he was really drunk.
"Crazy!"
Lu Yun roared towards the sky, a white knife awn appeared in the amber knife in his hand, this knife awn rubbed against the air, leaving a deep mark.
"None!"
Lu Yun landed and jumped up again, looking like he was writing, but this is the artistic conception of the first move. Each word is a small trick, and its power is endless.
"So!"
"To!"
After Lu Yun finished playing, it was as if the sound of Feng Xiao was still there, and the sound of the sword kept on, and three words in the air gradually disappeared. Only one word "crazy" remains.
The reason why Lu Yun was really drunk and realized the mood was because Zhang Daoji didn't control himself, and was drunk first.
Then Lu Yun's eyes were black and he fell to the ground.
At this moment, a fairy came out of the waterfall. She frowned and looked at the two drunk.
"Big crazy, small confused ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Really!" The fairy from the waterfall brought both Lu Yun and Zhang Daoji into the waterfall world.
And in the sky, Lu Yun still left the arrogant knife marks that everyone could feel.
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Lu Yun was drunk and showed the madness of nowhere, leaving the word "crazy" in the sky that could not fade for a long time.
Quan Heng, who was about to leave from here, witnessed this scene with his own eyes, which left a deep impression on him.
"This one is almost the same as Yang Qian, and the disciples on the peak of Jiwang Peak are all disciples in red clothes and white clothes. Even if he is a disciple in red clothes, his cultivation practice is not as good as that of Yang Qian. "Quanheng thought in his heart.
The sword marks left in the sky by Yang Qian, his talented disciple in Beihuangyuan, are almost the same as those left by Lu Yun. However, Lu Yun ’s age and Xiu Wei are still a little bit different, but he can do the same thing. He feels that instead of finding self-confidence, he is laughed at by Hu Qingshan.
Where does Hu Qingshan have time to laugh at Quanheng, he does n’t even know that there will be such a talented disciple on the Peak of Hope.
But he remembered that the only thing that could enter his eyes on the Peak of Hope was Lin Qingfeng, but that person couldn't do it. Who will it be?
"Ah! This time it's all waste!"
This was what Hu Qingshan said when the new disciple came in. Looking back now, did he really look away? This not only beat Quan Heng's face, but also his own face.