"General, what do you say?"
Xu Xingmu and Qin Zhan were the only ones left in front of the Xu family.
Seeing that the other party was still standing at the door with no intention of leaving, Xu Xingmu couldn't help but feel a little distressed.
You have made your words so clear, and the Heavenly Master and the others have left, so you won’t still hold on to them, right?
Qin Zhan did not answer, but thought to himself and said, "Actually, I sent someone to secretly send Zhu Rushi back to the Ministry of Punishment in the capital. He has confessed and the complete file was brought back with him. His son Zhu Xiaode was also arrested recently. The mysterious man has been sent to prison, and I believe that it will not be long before the father and son meet, and both will be punished to the highest standards."
"As for Lei Gong and the county magistrate's wife, I personally went to the back mountain. I wanted to arrest them, but they resisted desperately. In desperation, I could only kill them on the spot."
Qin Zhan's face was expressionless when he said these words, but Xu Xingmu noticed that the distance between him and himself was getting closer and closer.
"So, the aftermath work you mentioned has actually been completed a long time ago, so why didn't you leave with the Heavenly Master and the others instead of lying to them?"
Xu Xingmu was a little uneasy. He touched the door handle at the back. As long as he took a step back, he could sneak into the house and quickly lock the door.
But he knew that Qin Zhan had at least the level of a fourth-grade martial artist, or even higher. A wooden door alone couldn't stop him. He was just looking for psychological comfort.
"Because I have to take you back."
Qin Zhan said, "I have never failed in the tasks assigned by the Marquis, and I must complete them at all costs."
Xu Xingmu frowned, "I have an imperial decree, you dare to touch me?"
Qin Zhan stared at him, "Don't you understand what I mean? I mean, at any cost! Even if you resist the decree!"
As soon as he finished the last word, Xu Xingmu turned around and ran away!
He quickly locked the wooden door with the terrifying hand speed of a single person for two lifetimes, and was about to escape from the back door when he found Qin Zhan appearing in the courtyard like a ghost.
"It's a pity that your talent lies in poetry, not martial arts."
Qin Zhan raised his head indifferently, and his voice suddenly rose, "I'm offended!"
He handed out his right palm at a very fast speed, and slapped Xu Xingmu's back pillow without any fancy. According to his expectation, this palm only needs half of the force to be enough to prevent the opponent's fundamental damage. knock it out.
The process of returning to Beijing will be much smoother.
But only half a breath after he put his palm down, he suddenly had an early warning!
Wufu's intuition told him that danger was approaching quickly!
He didn't hesitate at all, and the half of the palm force he swung became full force in an instant!
And all the martial arts aura in the body were mobilized and fused at this moment, turning into a scene of dark wind and sand gathered in the palm of the hand.
The golden armor on his body was once again activated to automatically protect its owner, and the mysterious rune mark reappeared, falling in front of him and creating a chasm.
Then he saw a ray of light suddenly appear in the distant night sky that was originally deep and dark.
The light was far away at first, but the moment Qin Zhan landed on it, it had already crossed thousands of miles and reached the sky above Taoyuan County.
It was only at this time that Qin Zhan noticed that the light was in the shape of a sword.
The sword light fell straight down, not leaving Qin Zhan much time to breathe. The moment he raised his eyes, it passed through the extremely dark night and landed in front of him.
In front of that sudden sword light, whether it was the extremely mysterious golden armor that was said to be able to withstand a full blow from a third-grade martial artist, or the extremely thick piece of dark wind sand in his palm, they were all like a thin piece of paper, easily penetrated.
He couldn't even block the ability for a moment.
He could only watch helplessly as the sword light penetrated his palm. The powerful sword energy passed through like a flood, lifting his whole body up and down again, and finally nailed him to the wall.
Endless pain hit him instantly, and even Qin Zhan's powerful physique, a fourth-grade martial artist, couldn't bear it, and he was covered in cold sweat in the blink of an eye.
But what really frightened him was not the pain itself, but the source of the pain.
He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the long street where the sword light dissipated with horrified eyes... There, someone dressed in white and full of sword intent was slowly entering the Xu family's old house.
The moment he saw the person coming, Qin Zhan was stunned.
He never expected that the legendary Lord of the North, Sword Master Li Taibai, would appear in such a remote Taoyuan County and give him a sword.
He glanced at the frightened Xu Xingmu not far away, and felt a little sad, "Why is this person so lucky?"
"Now go back to the capital, bring my sword energy to Wu Linghou, and tell him that Xu Xingmu is mine now. If you dare to touch him again, my sword will definitely appear in the sky above the Marquis' Mansion."
The sword master spoke calmly, and then raised his eyebrows slightly. Qin Zhan fell from the wall. The sword energy that penetrated his palm was still there. He wanted to pull it out with his true strength, but the sword master warned him, "If you don't want to be cut by the sword energy, your blood will be cut." , so it’s best not to move. When you reach the capital, the sword energy will melt away, and the pain of traveling thousands of miles can be considered a small punishment for you."
"Thank you Sword Master for not killing me!"
Qin Zhan bowed his head, and the wound on his palm made him pale.
There was silence for half a breath, and when the sword master nodded, he stood up and left. When passing by Xu Xingmu, he paused, whispered an apology, and slowly disappeared into the night wind while holding his right palm that he could not lift.
When Qin Zhan walked away, the Sword Master turned sideways and saw Xu Xingmu staring at him. He couldn't help but smile, "Why, it's different from the white-clothed Sword Master in your poem?"
Xu Xingmu hurriedly said, "It's even worse! That poem can't even describe one ten thousandth of your charm!"
"Stop it!"
The sword master walked slowly with his hands behind his back. After being quiet for a while, he suddenly asked, "Do you know why so many people in the court want to recruit you? Even the powerful Longhushan Laotianshi And the Pope of Daxia are willing to lower themselves and come to this remote Taoyuan County to ask you for a chance?"
Xu Xingmu scratched his head, "It's not like that, just because I wrote a pretty good poem?"
"The poetry forest in Daxia has been withering for a long time. Suddenly, a unique poem appeared. It was naturally amazing. Even I couldn't help but be fascinated. My heart was agitated for a long time because of this poem."
The Sword Master said, "But the admiration of poetry often requires people who truly understand, respect, and love poetry to practice it. For example, the group of scholars in the Hanlin Academy, their performance in the Pilgrimage Building fully illustrates their respect for the poetry of the Great Xia. It has placed infinite hope on your future. And this hope now rests with you, so if they want you to join the Hanlin Academy, although they dare not say that they have no selfish motives, they are at least relatively pure."
"But those people who came tonight are either obsessed with power and officialdom, or they are obsessed with practice and magic. They only have a little understanding of poetry and prose, and they are not enthusiastic. If you have a talent for poetry, they will I will never deliberately try to compete with you like this."
Hearing this, Xu Xingmu was stunned, "But apart from poetry, what else can I do?"
The sword master looked at him, was silent for a long time, and finally said with a smile, "You and I, as well as all the combat power and background of the entire Northern Territory swordsmanship... If I can recruit you, it will be equivalent to owning the entire Northern Territory. Who can I ask? Can you refuse such a temptation?"
Xu Xingmu's scalp instantly went numb, and he felt flattered, ecstatic and at a loss.
He rubbed his hands and said bluntly, "But I was just lucky enough to write a good poem. Why do you, Sword Master, love me so much? Could it be that your admiration for poetry has reached a point where you are more respected than those scholars in the Hanlin Academy?" Going crazy?"
The sword master shook his head, took a deep look at Xu Xingmu, and said seriously, "Because your poem saved my life, my sword spirit has already planted a chance with you. After hundreds of years in this world and a long journey of cultivation, I am destined to be tied to you and we are bound to each other!"
"Originally, I was worried that you would be one of those scum with evil intentions, or an unprincipled villain who would abandon his promises and beliefs in order to gain power, so I came to Taoyuan County to observe you for a long time. Fortunately, you did not disappoint me."
Having said this, he patted Xu Xingmu's shoulder, showing his appreciation without hesitation.
"Wait! I saved your life? When did it happen? Why didn't I know?"
Xu Xingmu's pupils were shaking and he waved his hands hurriedly, "Master Sword Master, you don't dare to wear a high hat on me. How can I be so virtuous and capable? I can't bear it!"
The Sword Master explained, "Without that poem of yours, I would not have decided on my own cause and effect, and chose to drop my sword in Tai'an City. If I had not dropped my sword, Emperor Ming Long would not have let me leave the Great Xia realm."
"His obsession with repairing the Shocking God Array has reached a terrifying level. He will repair the Eyes of the Shocking God Array at all costs, and the most direct way is to kill me and get all my kendo spirit! Of course, If he really does this, he will definitely pay a heavy price. At least, before I die, I can try my best to set back the national destiny of the Great Xia Dynasty for another two hundred years!"
"Of course, these are all things for later. Fortunately, your poem appeared in time and changed everything. You saved my life in the Northern Territory. In the future, the people of the Northern Territory will recognize you as their young master, and I will also It will become your most powerful blessing. Yu Daxia, you successfully avoided a fight between first-level strong men, and made me fall with a sword without any cost, completing the Shocking God Formation. This credit alone , is enough for you to seek a good official position in the Imperial City of Daxia. If you are more wild-minded, it is not impossible for you to be granted a title."
These words contained too much information, and Xu Xingmu couldn't react for a while.
To sum it up, make money!
"Can I understand that with your support behind me, I can walk sideways in the Imperial City of Daxia in the future?"
Xu Xingmu asked.
Although I am not a playboy and will not bully others with my power, but with the Sword Master protecting me, I will not be bullied again!
"Theoretically, you can say that, but I have to travel far away recently, and it may take a long time before I come back, so for the time being, you have to take it easy and don't take the initiative to cause trouble."
The sword master poured a basin of cold water at the right time and said, "Although you have a worry-free future with me here, young people still have to rely on themselves to grow up. I look forward to you being able to make it in Daxia's officialdom." Only then can I trust the people of the North to you."
Isn't this a typical pie-in-the-sky painting? ...Xu Xingmu felt a little cold, but still responded respectfully.
"Of course, before I leave, I will give you something, let's call it a meeting gift."
The sword master noticed Xu Xingmu's change of mood and felt funny for no reason. He suddenly stepped forward and placed two fingers on his eyebrows. The sword intent of the river poured out and poured into the opponent's body in an instant. "I am alone in the world, walking in the officialdom, You can't do without some protection. Since you have never practiced, I will leave three peak sword intentions in your body. If you face a situation of life and death, you will use a sword. Those who are strong at the first level can retreat, and those below the first level will kill indiscriminately! "
Xu Xingmu couldn't open his eyes, but his spiritual thoughts were swept into the sea of consciousness by the sword intention of the river.
He saw three ancient swords with inexplicable charm hovering quietly at the highest point of the noisy sword river.
His mind moved slightly, and he tried to shout "Swords are coming". One of the swords started up, as if it was about to break the seal and reveal its sharp edge. Xu Xingmu was startled, and quickly comforted it softly, and then calmed it down.
"With these three swords, I have three Sword Master experience cards!"
Xu Xingmu felt happy in his heart. It seemed that in the future, in addition to poetry, there would be another guarantee for saints to appear in the world.
The voice of the sword master came again, "Although the three sword intentions can be temporarily invincible, they will not help you in your own practice. Therefore, I have left my lifelong experience of swordsmanship in your body. If you are determined to enter the swordsmanship, You need to practice hard and understand with your heart, and you must not lose your ambition by playing with things and let yourself fall."
"Feng Lin, please remember!"
Xu Xingmu entered the Sword Intent River again, and sure enough he saw nine other exquisite small swords.
With a moment of perception, you will know that this is the training idea and method from the ninth level to the first level of swordsmanship, as well as the sword master's own experience that he painstakingly left behind. Knowing this secret, the path of practice will definitely be more effective with half the effort.
He tried to open the small yellow sword that symbolized the ninth level of swordsmanship. Suddenly, the shadow of the sword master appeared in the river of sword intent, but it was just the way he looked when he was young.
He was holding a huge sword in his hand, slashing, stabbing, and thrusting into the air in front of him desperately. It took ten breaths to complete a set of actions, and he repeated this almost endlessly.
"What is this for?"
As soon as Xu Xingmu thought about it, a text analysis appeared next to the sword master's shadow, "Swing the sword three thousand times every day, day after day, if the sword energy appears, you can enter the eighth level of swordsmanship."
"Swing your sword three thousand times a day?"
Xu Xingmu slowly opened his eyes and looked at his little arm, lost in thought.
The sword master said, "Your physique is too poor. In addition to the necessary three thousand sword swings, you also need to do two thousand weight-bearing squats, run twenty miles, and jump five hundred times every day. Only in this way can you have a chance to do it in three months." Enter the eighth level within. Otherwise, even if you enter the eighth level, you will not have a strong enough body to accommodate the continuous increase in true strength and sword intent, and you will ultimately fall short."
"Understood!"
Xu Xingmu gritted his teeth and swore, but in his heart he doubted whether this kind of high-intensity exercise would kill people.
You also need to exercise in moderation!
"I also left a sword consciousness in your body for supervision."
The Sword Master said, "If you don't complete your training that day, Sword Sense will poke you in the butt."
"It's not over yet! Why are you getting more and more perverted the more you do it?"
Xu Xingmu's eyes widened and he smiled bitterly, "What else did you leave behind?"
The sword master touched his head, smiled and said no more.
He suddenly took out the crumpled red paper from his pocket, opened it, took a look at it, and sighed, "What a poem. I hope I can live up to the style of this poem during my trip."
Xu Xingmu felt something was wrong. Why did his words sound tragic?
He asked, "Where are you going on this far journey?"
The sword master put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky. After a moment, he quietly said, "Go to the Demon Clan Snowfield and bring the dean back."
As soon as he said these words, the man dressed in white disappeared from where he was.
In the night sky, a ray of sword light quickly flew away. In the blink of an eye, the sword master's ethereal voice came from the scattered sword energy, "The road ahead is long, please take care of yourself, I will wait for you to stand side by side with me."
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