There were swords fighting outside, so Liu Qing naturally didn't sleep well, so she had to sit up, put on a robe and listen to the sounds outside the window.
Yun Zhong came out of his room to talk to Fang Cai. The scholar listened to it, but the scholar smiled slightly and didn't seem to care.
"So, the young hero wants to imitate that person from outside the country and take action to resolve the conflict?" The swordsman master narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a lot of sarcasm in his words, "You are really a handsome young man with unparalleled compassion, but you think, How long can these dozen or so Liuye Gang members hold on?"
Yun Zhong finished drinking the wine, wiped the corners of his lips, put the wine bottle on the edge of the corridor, and said slowly, "Don't be in a hurry."
As early as when the waiter handed over the map a few hours ago, Yun Zhong had already looked at the map carefully, and even the direction of the secret passage in the entire earth building was engraved in his mind without any deviation. This is still due to Wu Shuang's teachings. As early as in Shiwan Mountain, Wu Shuang mentioned it to the boy several times. If he travels around the world and stays in restaurants in the future, he must keep the storekeeper's words in mind. Just a few words can save someone's life.
Wu Shuang's original words were that there was a hunter who was chasing a mountain tiger with a head wound and on the verge of death. He wanted to get this piece of tiger skin so that he could exchange it for a large amount of silver in the market. But after several days of hard work, he still couldn't find the mountain tiger's whereabouts. Worried by hunger and thirst, he had no choice but to give up chasing the tiger and sadly went down the mountain to find an inn to stay for two days.
The inn was very shabby, and it happened to be built at the foot of a mountain. There were only two waiters and one shopkeeper, and the food was even more monotonous. There were only steamed buns with meat and vegetable fillings, and nothing else. Orion had been running around in the mountains for a long time, and naturally he was unbearably hungry. He casually asked the waiter about the stuffing of the buns, but was told that the meat stuffing can only be made from rabbit meat, which is fishy and tough.
After hearing this, the hunter looked as usual and said that most of the money he had was dropped outside the door and would be sharpened after retrieval. Then he slowly walked out of the inn and never looked back.
It was not until several months later that the inn was surrounded and suppressed by the government.
It was just the store owner's careless remark, but the Orion escaped being chopped into pieces.
Yun Zhong remembered the drawings firmly, so he took another secret passage from the house. On the third floor of the earth building, he saw the Liuye Gang being attacked as expected.
Although Yun Zhong didn't appear to be in a hurry, he was walking extremely fast. Within a few breaths, he was already climbing up the earthen ladder.
The middle-aged guest did not stop him, but when the two faced each other, the former looked at Yun Zhong with a very solemn expression. Even the young man in red put down his sword for the time being and stopped looking at Liu, who was less than ten people. Everyone in the Ye Gang pressed forward.
"I guess you are a young man who is not a young man, but I don't know if you are a disciple of some of the sages of swordsmanship in the world." Under the dim moonlight, the man glanced at Yun Zhong's palms and said with a smile.
The ability to see swords is popular in the Yizhang Jianghu, which means that by looking at the calluses on the palm of the hand, you can roughly guess the style of the person's sword handling. However, any experienced swordsman can always guess a rough guess after seeing the sword. This master of swordsmanship who ranks among the top 10 in Yizhang Jianghu must be good at this art, but when he looked at it just now, he didn't notice what genre the young man's swordsmanship belonged to. Even the palm of the tiger's mouth only had a faint layer of cocoon. .
The palms of the sword practitioners' palms are shallow, which is undoubtedly a symbol that the swordsmanship is not yet mainstream. No matter how talented he is, there is no monster who can know the world's swordsmanship instantly by touching the sword. From this point of view, this young man's swordsmanship is not good at all. Enter the hall.
How could Bai Hong Keqing, who had been in the world for twenty or thirty years, look down on others? When this young man saw Xia Jingyi piercing the bowels of the Liuye Gang, he didn't even raise his eyelids.
Xia Jingyi was not, as the false report said, a new apprentice. Instead, he had gone through the apprenticeship ceremony five or six years ago, but he had not yet joined the gang. With his swordsmanship full of murderous intent, he Taught by my own hands. This sword technique is mainly focused on stabbing, and when combined with a narrow sword with a narrow blood groove, the wounds made when injuring the enemy are extremely horrific.
If it were Xiao'er who was new to the world, he would have been frightened by now, and how could he stand up for the Willow Leaf Gang?
As a result, Bai Hong's guest's expression remained unchanged, but his right palm moved closer to his waist to hold the sword intentionally or unintentionally.
"When I first entered the world, what kind of master do I have? I'm just an idler." Yun Zhong also smiled warmly. If words were put aside and in the eyes of others, these two were clearly old friends who met and exchanged pleasantries, without even the slightest hint of being angry at each other.
The middle-aged guest smiled and said, "Since it is inconvenient for the young knight to explain clearly, it is not easy for me as an outsider to ask questions rashly. It's just that the two gangs each have their own masters. Moreover, the altar master has evil intentions. If he wants me to be his master and disciple, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the two of them to let these enemy gangs go."
"Of course you should follow your heart when you are in the world, why bother being confused by gang distinctions." Yun Zhong rambled.
The middle-aged guest was unhurried and said, "Young hero, you know this won't work in Yizhang. You have to change it to someone who can't help himself in the world."
"If you can't do what you want, of course you can't help yourself." The young man in white raised his eyebrows.
"This is what I want."
Two swords came out at the same time.
When the weapons collided, both of them were a little stunned.
The middle-aged Keqing was astonished by the young man's endless strength and strong sword sense, while Yun Zhong was a little surprised by the way the Keqing handed the sword.
After the two swords missed each other, it was the middle-aged master who attacked first. He gently flicked the narrow sword towards Yun Zhong's long sword, forcing it to open half an inch. Then, like a snake exploring a locust, the long sword went straight to the young man's chest. The sword is extremely fast.
Yun Zhong twisted his wrist and moved the long sword slightly, so that the sword body was facing the tip of the sword in the master's palm. He turned the sword body slightly and wrapped it around the narrow sword.
The young man had used the Luan Ying stance countless times along the way. It wasn't until he set foot in Mocheng to receive the five hundred sword energy that he realized the sticky energy attached to it. Then he faced the enemy with two swords on Wuling Slope, and Wu The Luan Ying pose that Shuang originally taught me is now gradually becoming more and more familiar, and there is no longer the initial feeling of stagnation.
This exquisite back move made the swordsman master frown. The narrow sword was light and was very good at piercing such light and swift sword moves. After the Luan Ying style was sent out, the light and narrow sword made the young man's long sword wrap around. Yan Shi, no matter how hard the master exerted his strength, he found that the narrow sword in his palm, which was already light in weight, could not be withdrawn.
In the room, the scholar was not idle either. He sat cross-legged on the bed, silently took out a worn book from his arms, and muttered, "It's been a long time since we set up such a formation. Junior brothers are fighting, and I, the senior brother, can't snore in the room." Bar."
As the scholar chuckled, countless misty auras suddenly emerged from the outer walls of the earth building.
On one side the mist is as chaotic as ink, and on the other side the mist is like the moon shining through the clouds.
Divided into yin and yang.
The scholar divines the yin eye in the yang, and the young man who drew the sword happened to fall into the yang eye in the yin.
Just like a little cloud in the vast abyss.
