It had been a month since Xie Junlin entered the True Martial Palace.
During this month.
With the help of the 100-fold cultivation halo and comprehension halo.
Xie Junlin had already opened more than 180 acupoints.
This kind of advancement was already so fast that it was unimaginable for ordinary people.
In terms of cultivation techniques and martial arts techniques, the Taiji Mystic Art was still at the Initial Stage.
However, Xie Junlin's Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God was only a step away from perfection.
Unfortunately, he was familiar with all the disciples and elders of Wudang Mountain.
He couldn't often find others to test out this kind of sword technique that specialized in breaking flaws.
That was really not giving others face.
Otherwise, Xie Junlin was confident that he would be able to break through this sword technique to the realm of true intent within a week.
And now, Xie Junlin could only rely on constantly familiarizing himself with the basic moves of the Gate of God's Thirteen Swords to increase his comprehension.
He could only hope that he would have a sudden epiphany at some point, allowing Xie Junlin to break through to the True Meaning realm.
On the empty ground, Xie Junlin was practicing the Thirteen Swords of the Gate of God.
This time, Xie Junlin was holding a sword.
The scabbard was simple and unadorned, and it seemed to have a certain sense of age.
Its shape was similar to the True Martial Sword that the disciples of the Wendao Sect held.
That's right, the one in Xie Junlin's hand.
It was the source of the True Martial Sword that all the Wudang disciples used. It was also the True Martial Sword that Zhang Sanfeng used when he was young.
This sword was specially bestowed by the Grand Master. After being reforged, its quality was not inferior to ordinary divine weapons.
"I don't have to worry about meeting that old nun from Emei Sect in the future.”
If Xie Junlin were to rank the heads of all the major ticket holders who had joined Wudang back then on the list of disgust…
Teacher Miejue was definitely among the best.
That mean old witch was really annoying.
The Emei Sect could not be destroyed, but the old nun Miejue must die.
Of course, Mistress Annihilation was now at the Xiantian Realm. With Heavenly Sword, she could basically do whatever she wanted in the Xiantian Realm.
Xie Junlin couldn't beat him.
However, when Xie Junlin also advanced to the Xiantian realm, he would be able to hang Miejue up and beat him up.
As he spoke, Xie Junlin inexplicably saw a little nun on the mountain road below.
Hey, this is Wudang Mountain. Where did this little nun come from?
Xie Junlin's footsteps moved, and his figure suddenly increased in speed. In an instant, he arrived in front of the little nun.
"Ah, what a beautiful little nun."
Xie Junlin's eyes lit up.
The little nun must have climbed up from the foot of Wudang Mountain. Her fair forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.
Looking at her delicate and pretty appearance, she was really a beautiful little girl.
As she climbed the mountain, her body swayed continuously, and her graceful figure was constantly revealed from her wide clothes.
"Ah, it hurts."
On the mountain path, the little nun only cared about climbing the mountain with her head lowered, but she did not see Xie Junlin's figure already in front of her.
By the time she felt her vision turn dark, she had already crashed into Xie Junlin's arms.
"Boohoo."
Yi Lin felt her head touch a broad and strong arm, but it still hurt a little.
She could not help but take a step back and look up again.
Xie Junlin's body unconsciously emitted a halo.
The 100-fold emotional halo was activated.
"Ah, what a good-looking little Taoist priest."
Yi Lin spoke and couldn't help but rub her eyes with her two fair and tender hands.
She said this unconsciously.
In an instant, Xie Junlin's appearance grew bigger and bigger in her heart. It became more and more profound and pleasing to the eye.
With just one glance, Yi Lin seemed to have known Xie Junlin for a long time.
"Is it really nice?"
"It really looks good."
The two of them asked and answered.
When Yi Lin reacted, she looked at Xie Junlin's face again. There was already a hint of teasing at the corner of her mouth.
"Amitabha, Amitabha.”
Yi Lin's face was flushed red as she kept chanting Buddhist names, but Xie Junlin's face kept appearing in her heart.
Unknowingly, it actually became deeper.
"You little nun, are you going to Wudang Mountain to see a good-looking little Taoist priest?”
Xie Junlin continued to tease him.
"No, no, I'm Yi Lin, a disciple of the Heng Mountain Sect.”
"I was separated from Master and didn't know the way, so I passed by Wudang.”
"After that, the Fuwei Bodyguard Agency at the foot of the mountain was invaded by the Qingcheng Sect. Escort Leader Wang of the agency invited me to Wudang to seek help, so I came up the mountain.”
Yi Lin buried her head and did not dare to look at Xie Junlin again.
Her voice became softer and softer, but the image of Xie Junlin in her heart became deeper and deeper.
For a moment, it was as if she had not committed any sin by going up the mountain because she wanted to see Xie Junlin.
"Yilin, Fuwei Bodyguard Agency? Head Darter Wang?"
Xie Junlin had an impression of it.
This was the plot of Proud Swordsman.
The Qingcheng Sect started to attack the Fuwei Bodyguard Agency.
It seemed like Yu Canghai was already planning to snatch the Evil-Warding Sword Manual.
"Help? I wonder who the Qingcheng Monastery sent?"
"If it isn't Yu Canghai, the Sect Leader of Qingcheng Sect, I can accompany you to take a look.”
Xie Junlin was not joking.
He had already broken through to the second-rate realm and could leave the mountain directly.
The Qingcheng Sect was not strong to begin with, except for the Sect Leader, Yu Canghai, who was a first-class expert.
The other disciples and elders were at most second-rate.
Xie Junlin was fearless.
"Really? It was not Sect Leader Yu. Those people were all very young, only in their twenties.”
Hearing this, Yi Lin unconsciously smiled.
She did not know Xie Junlin, nor did she understand his strength.
However, she did not doubt the authenticity of Xie Junlin's words at all.
She was even happy that she could go down the mountain with Xie Junlin.
"Ah, I'm not sure. Amitabha, Amitabha."
"What's wrong with me? I'm a monk.”
Yi Lin's face turned red again. She lowered her head with all her might, as if she wanted to bury her head in the soil.
"Then let's go."
Xie Junlin smiled lightly and did not ask. He wrapped one arm around Yi Lin's slender waist.
Then, he spat out his internal strength under his feet and tapped lightly. Xie Junlin directly brought Yi Lin to the foot of the mountain.
"Ah!"
Yi Lin felt the strength of the arm at her waist, but she did not dare to say a word.
Then, she looked at the retreating trees on both sides. She let out a light breath and closed her eyes tightly.
Then, her two jade arms unconsciously wrapped around Xie Junlin's neck.
Xie Junlin could smell a fragrance.
Xie Junlin subconsciously raised his arm.
Yi Lin's legs were also hugged by Xie Junlin.
Right now, Yi Lin's entire body was in Xie Junlin's embrace.
"This seems more comfortable."
He said this sentence without any rhyme or reason.
Xie Junlin's internal strength was even stronger, and his speed was even faster. His elegant ring was also getting tighter.
The two of them walked down the mountain in this manner.
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