Lin Boyuan walked onto the ring, his eyes paused on the hole in the monk's robe that was cut by the sword light on Qin Tiexin's right shoulder, and then looked at the Golden Thread Wood-Grain Armor fragments that remained on his son's chest after being smashed by Arhat Fist, and nodded slightly.
"Thank you, Master, for agreeing to Quanzi's request for a discussion."
Qin Tiexin returned the salute with one hand raised and a palm raised.
Lin Boyuan turned around and faced the Lin Household disciples who had not dispersed under the ring. His voice was not loud but every word was clearly sent to every corner of the martial arts arena.
"In this competition, this master will win."
The audience was silent. Even the two Qi Refinement Realm disciples who had just been helped up and were still rubbing their ears stopped what they were doing and looked up at the head of the family on the stage.
"The martial arts that the master used just now are just the most basic Buddhist martial arts Arhat Fist, Prajna Palm, and Lion's Roar. Although I am not a Buddhist, I have heard of these three martial arts. Anyone who has entered the Buddhist practice, You can learn it as soon as you get started. But you all can see the effect of the master's use." Lin Boyuan paused for a moment, his eyes swept over Lin Chuan's face, and then looked at the group of Lin Household's disciples under the ring.
"This is not a question of martial arts. It is a question of people."
Several of the disciples in the audience who were talking about it just now unconsciously shut up.
"I served in the army for twelve years before Golden Core," Lin Boyuan put his hands down from behind, and said in a calm tone but with the calmness of someone who has experienced killing Gravity, "The master's skills are not at all fancy. In the collision just now, he used his right shoulder to catch Lin Chuan's sword light., without any hesitation. This is to fight for one's life with the smallest cost, to gain the shortest distance at the smallest cost, and never give the opponent a chance to breathe once he gets close. The master's physical training is extremely amazing, far beyond the same level of physical training, which is why he dares to trade injuries for injuries. If another Qi and Blood Realm monk were to use the same move, the winner would have been determined the moment the sword light hit the shoulder."
Lin Chuan stood on the ring, listening to his father's words, his lips moved and he did not refute.
Lin Boyuan looked at Qin Tiexin, his eyes a little more profound than before. "The master has hidden a lot of real skills in the competition, Lin can see it. Arhat Fist and Prajna Palm just now, Although he has sufficient strength, he is not skilled in the connection and transition of the moves. If the Lion's Roar had been released a breath earlier, the Lin Chuan would not even have a chance to defend with the horizontal sword." He shook his head slightly, "The master really abides by the four words 'point until the end'."
Qin Tiexin's face remained calm, but his heart tightened. Golden Core monk's eyesight was indeed not comparable to that of the young man Foundation Establishment Realm. He did not do a good enough job in connecting these three martial arts. He had only practiced for five days in total, and the effect he achieved was all due to Fire of Life and his physical strength. As for not using other martial arts, it was not that he didn't want to use them, but that there were no Buddhist martial arts available at all. But he couldn't say it, so he could only suppress his expression under the calm water.
Lin Boyuan did not continue to delve deeper and turned to face Lin Chuan.
"Do you know the difference between you and Master Mingjue?"
Lin Chuan raised his head and met his father's gaze calmly. "Practical experience."
"That's right." There was no blame in Lin Boyuan's tone, and there was even a hint of satisfaction. He has never had a low opinion of his eldest son. The most rare thing about Lin Chuan is not his talent, but his temperament to reflect on himself immediately after being beaten and not make excuses. "The master's actual combat experience is at least ten times better than yours. If you two are fellow practitioners, you will not be able to defeat three moves in the hands of the master."
Lin Chuan did not lower his head, but his Adam's apple rolled.
"When the master put down the iron rod, you were stunned for a moment. This stunned you never had the chance to take the initiative later. After Arhat Fist smashed your Wood-Grain Armor, you should quickly distance yourself with minor injuries. Use the light of the sword to consume it from a distance, instead of taking a physical follow-up attack at close range. When the master grabs the sword, you should not pull it back. The sword has been locked. If you don't let go, you will be tying yourself with the sword and sending it in front of the opponent."
Lin Boyuan dismantled each link one by one, speaking slowly and getting to the point of each point. Lin Chuan listened carefully and nodded once at each point. Lin Boyuan looked at his son's reaction and softened his tone slightly.
"There are too many questions, but they all point to the same thing at the root. You lack actual combat experience and real life-and-death battles. After Star Selection is over, no matter what the outcome, you will go to the military or mercenary group for half a year to practice. You must go as Rogue Cultivator, and you are not allowed to reveal the identity of Lin Household's eldest son. Do you understand?"
"I understand, Father."
Lin Boyuan nodded, turned around and faced all the Lin Household disciples who were watching under the ring. He glanced over, and the disciples he saw stood up straight unconsciously.
"You have all seen it. Master Mingjue uses the most basic entry-level martial arts in Buddhism, which cannot even enter the first level. Lin Chuan uses the Hundred Herbs Swordsmanship and Golden Thread Wood-Grain Armor, Foundation Establishment Realm high-level martial arts that Supreme Splendor Academy has inherited seriously. You have seen the result for yourselves.." He raised his hand and pointed at the punch hole made by Arhat Fist on the ring, "It's not about the finesse, but the depth rather than the high level of martial arts. The master can defeat Lin Chuan with the most common three moves, not because those three moves are so brilliant, but because the master is completely proficient in every move he has learned. Ask yourselves, which of the martial arts skills you have learned has reached this level?"
There was silence in the audience. The young man who was cleaning the sword silently put the flying sword behind his back. The monk wearing worn-out gloves looked down at the broken Spirit Rune on his gloves and said nothing.
"In Lin Residence, you have no shortage of superb martial arts Cultivation Method. Cultivation Method in the Library Pavilion Jade Slip is enough for you to cultivate to the Golden Core Realm, so that you feel that it is natural to change again and again. I will not say harsh words today, just a reminder." Lin Boyuan looked at each with heavy eyes The Lin Household kid ran over his face, "Star Selection is coming. Think about it for yourselves, if you were standing in Lin Chuan's position on the stage today, would you be able to withstand three moves in the hands of Master Mingjue? Go back and practice hard, then let's break up."
Lin Household disciples dispersed as if they had received an amnesty. Some were still rubbing their ears as they left, while others looked back at the one-armed monk on the stage while walking. The contempt in their eyes was completely gone, replaced by a complex awe.
Qin Tiexin was about to go back to his small courtyard. Before he could take a step, the girl behind Lin Boyuan in a floral dress stepped in front of him.
She looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, only reaching Qin Tiexin's chin. She was wearing a light-colored floral dress, with a belt tied with silver bells around her waist. She had several small braids scattered in her hair, some of which were still hanging up.
She tilted her head and raised her chin to look at Qin Tiexin, her eyes were bright, the corners of her mouth were raised, and she had two daggers on her waist that could be unsheathed faster than sheathed them.
Lin Feng Second sister, Lin Wei
"Master, what you did just now was so powerful! Can you have a fight with me?"
Qin Tiexin looked down at her. He guessed it without any introduction. Madam Lin had mentioned it more than once. Lin Household's second daughter, Lin Wei, was completely the opposite type to Lin Chuan. She had been a troublesome master since she was a child.
Dual Spirit Root talent, Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivation, and also studying at the Supreme Splendor Academy. This person looks weird, but in fact his biggest hobby is to find people to fight, in the Supreme Splendor Academy's record of causing trouble is thicker than her brother's sword score. Madam Lin always gets a headache when talking about this daughter, but Lin Boyuan never pays attention to her, saying that she will be honest when she suffers a loss.
Lin Wei has put his hand on the handle of the short knife at his waist, and his fingertips are flicking on the rope on the handle, looking eager to try.
"Okay Wei'er." Lin Boyuan reached out and put his hand on Lin Wei's shoulder. It seemed like a casual touch, but in fact, his fingers were slightly clasped, holding her in place, "No need to be rude. The master has just finished sparring, Qi and Blood is not even, why are you joining in the fun."
Lin Wei curled her lips, took her hand back from the handle of the knife, looked back at Qin Tiexin, opened her mouth, and said three words silently, "I'll hit you next time." Then her father held her shoulders and stepped aside.
Madam Lin looked at this scene and shook her head helplessly. She walked up to Qin Tiexin, took out a neatly folded dark gray cloth towel from her sleeve and handed it over. "Master, wipe your sweat. Wei'er is used to Xiaoye, and he is not serious. Don't be surprised."
Qin Tiexin took the cloth and thanked him, then wiped the sweat from his forehead with one hand.
Lin Boyuan stood between the four members of Lin Household. He first looked at Lin Chuan, then at Lin Wei, and then turned to look at Qin Tiexin.
"Master," Lin Boyuan spoke in an easy-going tone, "Today happens to be the time when Chuan'er and Wei'er return to their home after a long break. It's rare for such a large gathering in the house. There is a family banquet in the evening. It's not a big occasion. It's just our family adding a few dishes. Master, if you don't mind, how about we have a meal together?"
The word "family banquet" hit my ears, and the string in Qin Tiexin's heart moved slightly.
He stood there with one hand raised.
"Thank you for your commendation, Lord Marquis. It's just that your family has not been reunited for a long time. It's time for the family to talk. It's inconvenient for me to have an outsider present. I still have scriptures to recite, so I won't bother you."
When he spoke, his tone was calm and his attitude was sincere. Lin Boyuan glanced at him and did not try to persuade him to stay as he did when he stayed overnight before. He just nodded.
"In this case, Lin won't force it. Later I will ask the kitchen to send a Spirit Cuisine to the master's courtyard. It will be a simple meal. Master, don't despise it." After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the mansion with Madam Lin, Lin Chuan, and Lin Wei.
Qin Tiexin stood by the martial arts field, watching the backs of the family of four walking farther and farther along the stone path in the back garden.
Lin Boyuan walked at the front, walking calmly, turning his head and talking to Lin Chuan behind him as he walked. Madam Lin followed beside him, holding a spiritual cake in his hand, and occasionally interjecting a word. Lin Wei walked at the end, walked a few steps and then turned back to the direction of the martial arts field. Xiang glanced at her, probably still thinking about the sparring match that her father had just blocked. Lin Chuan stretched out his hand and pulled her back. Lin Wei shook off his hand, and the two followed their parents side by side. Their figures were gradually obscured by the winding stone paths and dense bamboos, leaving only the faint sound of voices.
Qin Tiexin stood there and stared for a long time.
Lin Boyuan's shoulders are very broad, Lin Chuan's back is very straight, Lin Wei's walking posture has an unruly elasticity, and Madam Lin's skirt is gently blown by the evening wind. The four back figures walk together, occasionally touching each other's arms, occasionally stopping to wait for a step, and then continue walking forward.
Something ordinary, he closed his eyes where he was.
He was picked up by his grandfather Qin Feng. Although his grandfather treated him very well, teaching him how to make iron, teaching him how to read, and teaching him how to use the residue of the fire to warm his feet in winter. But since he was a child, he knew that he was not his grandfather's biological son, but was picked up by him. In a blacksmith shop without parents or brothers or sisters, what he looked forward to most was that the neighbor children would ask him to play on the street together during the Chinese New Year, because at that time he could pretend that he was an extra brother in someone else's family.
He never knew what his parents looked like, nor why they abandoned him in the mountains in winter, nor whether he would ever have the chance to see them in this life.
The night his grandfather left, he squatted alone next to the forge. The fire had gone out and the anvil was as cold as Shitou in winter. He suddenly realized that from this moment on, he was really the only one left in the world.
Now he saw the Lin Household family of four leaving the martial arts arena to have dinner. Such an ordinary scene made him feel as if someone had inserted a piece of cold iron into his chest.
He turned around and closed his eyes.
"Amitabha Buddha."
The four words were recited very softly, but the thing that surged up from nowhere in my chest calmed down slightly at the low voice of the Buddha's name.
He secretly thought to himself, don't mention it, these Buddhist things are actually somewhat effective in calming his mind.
After regaining his composure, he opened his eyes, held the iron rod in his left hand, turned around and walked towards the small courtyard step by step.