Weird Taoism: I became a god in a strange world

Chapter 188

Seeing Lin Hun coming back, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Junshan:

"Brother Lin Hun, isn't she the one you ordered at Xiaoxiang Pavilion? Why is she here?"

"I redeemed her and she is now my bed-warming maid.

You don't have to come here when Zuo is here. You can spend more time preparing for your wedding."

Lin Hun clapped his hands.

The diligent Zuo had already made tea for Lin Hun.

"So that's the case, Brother Lin Hun. You didn't tell me in advance."

"That's good. With someone looking after your house, I won't be so busy in the future."

"But Brother Lin Hun, I still have to feed these pigs and fishes in the future, hehe."

Lin Hun fed the group of happy pigs and fishes.

He sat down in the tea pavilion and motioned Zhao Junshan to drink tea together.

Zuo stood behind Lin Hun and gently massaged his shoulders.

Lin Hun suddenly remembered something and said:

"Junshan, recite your family swordsmanship for me."

Zhao Junshan didn't know why Lin Hun asked him to recite the swordsmanship.

But he was a simple man, so he recited while drinking tea.

He didn't avoid Zuo Shi and recited directly.

Lin Hun closed his eyes and sank into his spiritual world.

He arranged every word that Zhao Junshan recited in his mind.

Half an hour later, a ghost-head swordsmanship handed down by the Zhao family appeared in his spiritual world.

Lin Hun tried to feed a year of life.

It was just as Lin Hun expected.

Tongtian Millstone understood his intention.

The colorful big spider crawled out of the millstone again.

Tear up Zhao Junshan's ghost-head swordsmanship directly.

Words appeared in front of the big spider one by one.

The big spider seemed a little surprised.

I didn't expect it to be such a simple ordinary swordsmanship.

He glanced at Lin Hun with a bit of coldness.

Then he spit out a white silk thread, and in a blink of an eye, he reshuffled, repaired, and combined the text into a new one.

Then he looked at Lin Hun coldly again.

As if saying:

Don't look for me for such trivial matters in the future!

He went into the eyes of Tongtian Mopan and disappeared.

A complete, advanced, and more powerful version of the Ghost Head Sword Technique appeared in Lin Hun's spiritual world.

Lin Hun opened his eyes and said:

"Junshan, go get the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and you remember what I say."

"Zuo, go and boil water."

Zuo immediately obeyed and left to boil water.

Zhao Junshan, who was squatting there bored, was feeding his pigs and fish.

Hearing Lin Hun's words was a bit unexpected.

Scratching his head, he said:

"Brother Lin Hun, we do have brushes, inkstones, and paper at home, but they are just decorative items that are not used. What are you going to do?"

Lin Hun snorted coldly:

"Go quickly!"

Zhao Junshan was startled by Lin Hun's sudden seriousness.

He jumped up without hesitation and ran to get the brushes, inkstones, and paper.

"Grind the ink."

Zhao Junshan grinded the ink and spread out a dozen pieces of rice paper.

"I told you to remember it."

"Okay, Brother Lin Hun."

Lin Hun began to memorize the new sword technique in his mind word by word.

At first, Zhao Junshan thought that Lin Hun was in a poetic mood and wanted to write a poem.

When Lin Hun read out the previous line of words, he realized that this was the sword technique passed down from his family.

"Lin..."

Zhao Junshan was puzzled. This is my family's sword technique. Why do you want me to remember this thing?

Just when he was about to speak, he was frightened by Lin Hun's serious face and dared not say more.

Lin Hun's thoughts.

Junshan's notes.

As Zhao Junshan remembered, he found something different.

It was obviously the same family-inherited Ghost Head Sword Technique in general.

But there were new annotations in some important places.

Lin Hun would even take the brush and draw a series of luck diagrams for him.

There were some slight changes in the luck diagram, but Zhao Junshan's scalp was numb!

This...

The changes in the meridians of the martial arts formulas and luck diagrams modified by Lin Hun directly changed the family-inherited sword technique of the old Zhao family.

It has been improved to a great extent.

Originally, the sword technique of the old Zhao family was just a low-level sword technique in the secular world.

But after Lin Hun's precise modification.

This sword technique has become a peerless sword technique that can enter the temple in the world.

Every move and every style is self-contained.

Every breath is natural.

Every movement and stillness is in line with the truth.

Zhao Junshan was shocked.

Zhao Junshan understood.

After memorizing the last word, Zhao Junshan dried the rice paper with the strongest sword technique written on it, folded it carefully, and carefully put it in his arms.

A blessing came to his mind.

He jumped down from the teahouse and came to the martial arts training ground in Lin Hun's house.

He took a long sword and started practicing.

At first, he still used the sword technique passed down from his family and could not integrate the new sword technique written by Lin Hun.into it.

So his every move was particularly awkward.

"I have practiced the swordsmanship for more than ten years and suddenly I have to change it. It's so difficult, Brother Lin Hun."

Zhao Junshan looked at his brother as if he was about to cry.

Lin Hun's figure flashed.

He disappeared suddenly at the tea pavilion.

The next moment.

He appeared behind Zhao Junshan.

He held a branch that had been broken at some point.

He quickly tapped Zhao Junshan's Dique acupoint, Shuifen acupoint, Fengmen acupoint and more than a dozen other acupoints.

"The luck of these acupoints is not right, start over!"

"Follow the luck sequence I drew!"

Zhao Junshan gritted his teeth and endured the pain of the meridians running and re-activated the luck according to the meridian map drawn by Lin Hun.

Draw the sword.

At the beginning, it was very stagnant and unsmooth.

But as the practice deepened, the swordsmanship became smoother and smoother.

Then he made little changes to the swordsmanship, moves and luck veins written by Lin Hun.

Lin Hun didn't stop until he saw that Zhao Junshan had mastered it.

"Huff huff..."

Zhao Junshan stood there panting with sweat dripping down his face.

"Brother Lin Hun, you are simply amazing!"

"This sword technique is the real sword technique, with more powerful power, stronger moves, and it kills like the wind!"

"Great, Brother Lin Hun! You are indeed a man gifted by heaven! You even know sword techniques!"

Zhao Junshan looked at Lin Hun with fiery eyes.

Lin Hun shook his head and said:

"This matter is known to you and me, and no third person should know it. Even Uncle Zhao, you should not tell him. The more people know, the more dangerous it is."

Zhao Junshan immediately nodded solemnly and said:

"Brother Lin Hun, I understand! Don't worry, from now on, this is the family sword technique of my old Zhao family!"

"This sword technique can be said with certainty. I am invincible under the warriors!"

Lin Hun nodded. He knew that although Zhao Junshan did not look very stable on weekdays.

But he was clear-headed and knew the importance of the matter.

"Let's go back. I still have things to do."

"Hehe, Brother Lin Hun, I know what you are going to do. I also want to go back and hide this sword technique. Then I will marry and have children as soon as possible, and pass this sword technique on!"

Zhao Junshan and Lin Hun showed an expression that all men understand.

Zhao Junshan left happily.

Lin Hun closed the door and let out the skin bag, Chi Tong, and Bai Zu.

"Chi Tong, you can choose any room to live in."

"Skin bag, you guard me at the door."

"Bai Zu, you are responsible for the air guard."

"This will be our home from now on."

Lin Hun came to the bedroom, where there was a huge double wooden barrel with just enough hot water.

Lin Hun locked the door and picked up Zuo Shi, who was standing aside and half of her body was wet because of preparing hot water, and her beautiful figure was looming.

Entered the big wooden barrel.

Plop, plop...

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