Throughout the night, the news that General Su Qin of Muyu City had been assassinated and narrowly escaped death spread everywhere in Lanyan City. Everyone was talking about it, and some eyes fell on Xiang Yu, the commander of the Military Police Battalion. It was well known that he was the one with the most motive to kill, but Xiang Yu had enough witnesses. More than a dozen personal guards of the Military Police Battalion could prove that Xiang Yu did not step out of the military tent for the whole night. Even a native dog they kept could prove it.
…
In the morning, the Holy Temple was peaceful.
After a night of treatment, Lin Muyu's internal injuries had mostly healed. At this time, she stepped out of the room in the armor of a Holy Temple deacon, and entered the Holy Temple's dining hall. Even the cook seemed to be respectful, and asked: "Deacon Lin, would you like more vegetables or more meat?"
Lin Muyu smiled faintly: "Sorry to trouble you, as usual."
"Yes!"
A bowl of vegetable soup and two steamed buns. This was Lin Muyu's breakfast, but it was basically what he ate when he was a sparring partner, so it did not matter. He took the food and glanced around, and finally sat on a rotten wooden table in the corner. This table was badly eaten by insects, and the legs of the table were shaking. Sitting opposite was a Bronze Star sparring partner, Qin Ziling, whom he had not seen for a long time.
"Ziling, long time no see." Lin Muyu greeted him with a bright smile.
Qin Ziling was startled, and hurriedly stood up, and said respectfully: "Deacon Lin Muyu …"
"Why are you so nervous?"
Lin Muyu took a bite of the steamed bun, and looked up at him: "Sit down and eat. It will be the morning training soon. If you don't eat, how will you have the strength to participate in the training? Hurry up and eat."
Qin Ziling was startled, and said carefully: "Now that you are a deacon … a deacon should not be associated with an Iron Star sparring partner … You …"
Lin Mu Yu glanced at him, then tore the bun and threw it into the vegetable soup, and said: "I am not happy to hear that, Zi Ling, we are all staff members of Temple, we are all colleagues, in my eyes, there is no difference in status, just eat your meal, I am still me, it is just that I have returned to Temple after training outside."
Qin Ziling nodded gratefully: "En, let's eat!"
It was as if, in Qin Zi Ling's eyes, for a deacon of the Temple to be willing to eat at the same table with him was a great honor. In his eyes, the Golden Leaf Temple insignia on Lin Muyu's collar was so unattainable, so unattainable!
…
After the meal, he and Qin Ziling walked side by side on the corridor towards the training hall. Just at this time, Ge Yang walked over from afar and said: "Yu, are you used to living in the Temple again?"
Lin Muyu cupped her fists and bowed, "Good morning, Deacon Ge Yang."
"Ha, okay."
Ge Yang glanced at Qin Ziling and said, "Sparring Master Qin, I have some things to say to Deacon Lin. Go to the Trial Hall first!"
Qin Ziling cupped his fists and said respectfully: "Yes, Deacon Ge Yang."
After Qin Ziling left, Ge Yang took a deep look at Lin Muyu and said: "There are rumors on the streets that last night, an assassin with tyrannical cultivation went to the Courier House to assassinate General Su Qin. However, he failed because of the obstruction of another person with extraordinary cultivation. Yu, someone said that they saw someone fighting in the night sky with a golden gourd. This matter … has something to do with you?"
Lin Muyu touched her nose and said with a smile: "Deacon Ge Yang said there is, so there is. By the way, how is Su Qin's condition?"
Ge Yang muttered: "It is said that he is seriously injured, and his condition is unknown for the time being … Duke Muyun was furious. This morning, he left Lanyan City with his troops and returned to Muyu City. It is said that … Imperial Army Commander Feng Jixing led 5000 elite cavalry to protect him!"
"I see …"
"Yu, tell me honestly, who was the one who tried to assassinate Su Qin last night? Was it Commander Xiang Yu?"
Lin Muyu smiled faintly: "Since Deacon Ge Yang has already guessed it, why ask me?"
"I just want you to confirm it."
"So what if I confirm it? As long as Xiang Yu denies it, my words are one-sided, so I would rather not say anything. Grandpa Ge Yang, what do you think?"
Ge Yang smiled and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Ah-Yu is indeed a clever and incisive person. Let's go, today is your first day as a deacon, and also your first day of teaching the instructors."
"Ah, I still have to teach?"
"Yes, you are a Second Heavenly Stage powerhouse, a Heavenly King Stage powerhouse. Don't you think you are already standing at the peak of the Temple? If you don't teach, are you going to let those Earth Stage people teach?"
"Alright then …"
Lin Muyu was filled with helplessness. There was nothing much for him to teach. The Demonic Noise Fist and Green Rock Armour were Qu Chu's secret skills, so he definitely couldn't teach them. The Imperial Sword Technique was too profound, and these instructors might not be able to write it down. Furthermore, the Imperial Sword Technique was something he had painstakingly learned from the Sword Elder, so Lin Muyu didn't want to teach them everything he knew. As for the Seven Planets Xuan Energy, there was no need to say anything. Furthermore, these instructors most likely wouldn't be able to learn it with their talent.
Then he would teach them the basics of the sword!
Lin Muyu couldn't help but laugh inwardly. He still remembered an ancient game called [Legend of Mir], where the common skills for warriors were the basics of the sword. The first skill they had to learn was to increase their accuracy. His own basic sword technique was derived from the Imperial Wind Sword Technique and actual combat. He believed that it would be of great benefit to these instructors.
When Lin Muyu arrived at the training hall, Qin Yan, Li Mingchi, Zheng Shanhe and the other Gold Star, Silver Star, Copper Star and Iron Star instructors were already waiting there excitedly.
Ge Yang held a scroll in his hand and said with a smile: "This morning, Deacon Lin Muyu will teach everyone. Come, come, Yu will greet everyone and then tell us what I've taught everyone this morning."
Lin Muyu strode to the center of the training hall and cupped his fists towards everyone. He said calmly: "To be honest, since everyone is able to enter the Temple and become a sparring instructor, I'm sure you all have some secret skills. Lin Muyu is apprehensive, so I can only teach everyone the basics of the sword. I hope everyone doesn't mind."
Qin Yan said with a smile: "Big Brother, you're the champion of the Sword Duel Assembly. In terms of sword techniques, you're already unparalleled in the world. Why be so humble!"
Lin Muyu couldn't help but blush. Qin Yan's words really made him unable to accept it. Especially after the battle between Dao Jiang and the mysterious assassin, Lin Muyu no longer had any confidence in his sword techniques. That mysterious assassin broke his Imperial Wind Sword Technique with one strike and defeated him within three moves. This kind of disparity was really too great.
Cupping his hands, he didn't say anything more. The Dragon Spirit Sword behind his back moved without any wind and was unsheathed with a clang. It spun in the air and landed in Lin Muyu's hand. A plain and ordinary sword swiftly pierced downwards.
Weng!
The ripples from the air being sliced apart could already be seen with the naked eye. Although this sword was plain and ordinary, it had an awe-inspiring aura, giving everyone a feeling that it was hard to parry. Although the sword technique was simple, the sword intent was not.
Gold Star Instructor Zheng Shanhe was slightly startled and said: "Deacon Lin's sword technique may be simple and honest, but the sword momentum is heavy and vigorous. It's not simple at all!"
Lin Muyu smiled slightly. Stepping on the Imperial Wind Sword Technique's Wind Character Formula, she nimbly leaped forward and suddenly pierced forward. She took more than ten steps, but the sword light constantly refracted frightening rays of light in the surroundings. It could be imagined that if she were to charge and kill in the midst of an army of thousands, at least over ten people would die under Lin Muyu's sword in these dozen steps.
"Formation Breaking Style."
Lin Muyu said indifferently: "It's only created for killing people. The method is simple, but it's very practical against ordinary soldiers."
The group of instructors nodded their heads, not fully understanding. In fact, many people didn't even clearly see Lin Muyu's steps and the detailed angle of her wrist rotation. It was really too fast. In five seconds, she slashed out at least twenty times. Such a speed was simply impossible for ordinary people to achieve.
After a set of sword technique dance, Lin Muyu suddenly raised her hand and the longsword returned to its sheath by itself. Streams of battle qi enshrouded her body, causing her Sacred Temple cloak to gently sway. The aura of an expert was undoubtedly revealed.
"Good!"
Qin Yan clapped his hands and cheered, causing many of the dumbstruck instructors to cheer as well.
What followed next was the specific guidance process. Lin Muyu had become the Sacred Temple's sword technique instructor. The Qin Empire's Six Arts of the Martial Way were: Sword, Cavalry, Spear, Knife, Axe, Archery. The sword was ranked first, which was enough to show how highly it was valued. As a sword technique instructor, Lin Muyu's position was naturally extraordinary. She spent the entire morning personally teaching the instructors.
In the afternoon, she watched the instructors and sparring partners train while she meditated in a corner of the training hall, holding the Dragon Spirit Sword.
… …
In his mind, the fight with the mysterious assassin that day appeared. The most important reason why he was utterly defeated was because he didn't understand the opponent's sword technique. Furthermore, the mysterious assassin's blade seemed to have a powerful suction force. It was precisely this suction force that caused him to lose so quickly. However, he couldn't understand it no matter how he thought about it. Where did this suction force come from?
"Buzz …"
With a light flip of his palm, the Dragon Spirit Sword slowly began to spin rapidly in the air. This was the effect of the Spiral Force.
Lin Muyu's heart suddenly lit up. That's right, the Spiral Force could cause the Dragon Spirit Sword to spin, but if this Spiral Force no longer appeared as a Spiral Force, then wouldn't it be possible to use the Spiral Force to "suck" the opponent's weapon?
It was easy to say, but very difficult to do.
For the entire afternoon, Lin Muyu tried time and time again to use the collision of dou qi to form a Spiral Force. However, it didn't seem to be very ideal. Until after dinner, when he tried to condense three Spiral Forces to break through, the tip of the blade suddenly produced an extremely powerful suction force, actually causing the air to emit a sharp whistling sound.
Filled with excitement, he couldn't wait to find his training target — — Qin Ziling.
… …
The dumbstruck Qin Ziling held a metal sword and looked at Lin Muyu in astonishment, saying: "Deacon Lin … How can a mere Copper Star Sparring Partner like me be your opponent?"
Lin Muyu laughed lightly: "No problem, we won't risk our lives. Ziling, just use your longsword to attack."
"En!"
Qin Ziling shouted in a low voice. The Foxtail Grass Martial Spirit came out of his body and lingered on the sword's edge. With a "xiu" sound, the iron sword broke through the wind and came over. After all, his cultivation was at the third layer of the Human Realm, so it was still remarkable.
However, in Lin Muyu's eyes, this sword was way too slow, as if it was moving in slow motion. This was probably because of the disparity between their cultivation realms, right?
The Dragon Spirit Sword let out a light cry. Lin Muyu lightly flipped his wrist, and immediately, three invisible Spiral Forces appeared around the Dragon Spirit Sword. The longsword quickly twisted, and like a dragon twisting around Qin Ziling's iron sword, the Spiral Forces whistled. When Lin Muyu suddenly pulled back his sword, the sword in Qin Ziling's hand instantly flew out of his hand, and with a "dang" sound, it pierced into the wall behind him.
"This …"
Qin Ziling was dumbstruck: "What kind of sorcery is this?"
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