Wei Qingshu went to Qingcheng Mountain at the age of seven and studied under Zhao Wuji.
When he was twelve years old, on a cold and snowy day, he was practicing swordplay on the mountain. Suddenly, he found a pair of eyes staring closely at him, a pair of eyes like a vulture.
The pupils of those eyes turned out to be gray, and the man was also gray.
The man in gray didn't know when he came behind Wei Qingshu, but Wei Qingshu didn't even see a single footprint.
From now on, every time he practiced his sword on the cliff, the man in gray would quietly appear behind him, expressionless every time and silent every time.
Slowly, he was no longer afraid.
One day, the man in gray suddenly took out the sword from his waist, threw it at Wei Qingshu's feet, and said coldly: "Pick it up and practice with this sword."
Wei Qingshu felt very funny, and then he laughed, because the sword the man in gray was talking about didn't even look like a sword to him.
The sword had neither a scabbard nor a hilt. Although it had a point, it didn't even have an opening on the edge.
The sword looked like just a piece of rusty iron, and the hilt was just held together by two pieces of bamboo.
The man in gray stared at Wei Qingshu with vulture-like eyes and said coldly: "Do you think this sword cannot kill people?"
Wei Qingshu nodded.
Then he found that the sword in his hand had somehow reached the hand of the man in gray. The man in gray raised his wrist slightly and handed the sword back to Wei Qingshu's hand.
Wei Qingshu held the sword in his hand and felt a chill in his chest. When he lowered his hand and looked down, he found that the clothes on his chest had been stabbed with seven holes. There was not even a single sword mark on the skin under the holes. The cold wind penetrated through the holes. He Ji Lingling shuddered.
"A blunt sword has no edge and no skill. When an extremely skilled expert reaches a certain level, he can hurt people by flying flowers and picking leaves. A sword is just a tool for killing people. Do you understand what I say?" The man in gray said coldly. Coldly.
"It is people who kill, not swords. As long as you have enough skill, you can kill with any sword, even a branch or a scrap of iron, right?" Wei Qing is extremely smart in books. How could he? You won’t understand what the man in gray means.
The vulture-like gray pupils of the man in gray finally changed, and there was a cruel look in his eyes. He was not only cruel to others, but also cruel to himself.
Winter goes and spring comes, autumn goes and winter comes.
When the man in gray came for the last time, he gave Wei Qingshu a sword. Before leaving, he said: "You must not let others see this sword or talk about me to others until you are twenty years old."
Wei Qingshu said: "I can't call you master either?"
The man in gray took a breath and sighed: "No!"
Wei Qing wrote: "At least you should tell me your name!"
The man in gray sneered: "Where does a dead person get his name?"
After the man in gray clothes finished speaking, where he stood, snowflakes suddenly rolled up all over the sky. The white snow scattered, and there was no trace of the person.
Looking at the sword in Wei Qingshu's hand and the cruel smile on his lips, Xiao Ding suddenly remembered a name.
Jing Wuming!
Xiao Ding heard his master talk about Jing Wuming and Flying Swordsman. Both of them are unparalleled fast swordsmen, but their personalities and fates are completely different.
Ah Fei is passionate and passionate about life and friends. Jing Wuming is cold and cruel, cruel to other people's lives and his own life, so Jing Wuming has no friends.
And Wei Qingshu is not only cruel, but also insidious.
He had a chance to kill Nie Qingyun and Zhao Qingming just now, but he knew that Xiao Ding's flying knife would also take action at that time, and Tang Qingqing's Bi Luo Needle would also take action, so he did not try his best.
Xiao Ding was vaguely worried. Although he saw that Zhou Ziheng did not show any worry, which proved that he had no doubts about Ye Rongqiu's swordsmanship, Zhou Ziheng and Ye Rongqiu did not know the details of Wei Qingshu.
Xiao Ding is ready to rescue Ye Rongqiu if necessary. He must not let Ye Rongqiu make any mistakes. Although he knew that Ye Rongqiu's Heavenly Flying Immortal was the nemesis of all swordsmanship, he had not seen Ye Rongqiu take action after all, and was not sure how far she had reached the level of her Heavenly Flying Immortal.
Tang Qingqing also murmured in her heart. She also saw that Wei Qingshu had not tried his best just now. Wei Qingshu had been practicing swordsmanship for twenty-five years, and his internal strength and swordsmanship skills were definitely not comparable to those of the young Ye Rongqiu. If she If there is danger, should I take action?
Tang Qingqing looked at Xiao Ding who was beside him as if nothing had happened, and thought, would Xiao Ding be in danger if he looked at Ye Rongqiu? Definitely not, then why should I care, hum!
Wei Qingshu smiled and said: "Okay, I'll bet!"
As soon as Xu Yin fell, the edge of the sword had arrived.
Before the sword arrives, the sword energy arrives first.
Wei Qingshu has been practicing hard for twenty-five years, and has reached the point where the sword comes from the heart, when the mind is read, the sword is raised, and the sword energy is vertical and horizontal.
I saw him stabbing out 2816 swords in an instant, holding up sword flowers at the tip of the sword, and keeping them close to Ye Rongqiu's vitals. These sixteen swords were feints, but if Ye Rongqiu didn't move, these sixteen swords would It will become a real move.
No matter whether Ye Rongqiu dodges forward or backward, Wei Qingshu's sword will always follow him.
Wei Qingshu's sword energy had just cut through Ye Rongqiu's skirt, and Ye Rongqiu had already jumped up.
Wei Qingshu didn't expect that Ye Rongqiu would jump to avoid the enemy. No one would make such a choice. The man was in the air, the door was wide open, and losing a single move would be fatal.
He didn't think much, he held the sword in both hands, merged the human sword into one, soared into the sky, and hit Ye Rongqiu's weak spot.
But where is the flaw?
Ye Rongqiu jumped up more than two feet, went away and came back again, his sword already out.
This sword strikes from a high position, and the force of the downward strike is brilliant and rapid. This sword seems to have gathered the charm of the Eight Immortals in the Shangdong, like the blue sky and white clouds, flawless and unsullied, the sword light is like a startling light and lightning, like a rainbow across the sky.
This move seems to be arbitrary and can change at any time, but this sword seems to have no change, not even leaving behind the move, it is extremely strong and fierce.
Ye Rongqiu has achieved the unity of man and sword. No one can describe the speed of this sword, and no one can avoid the brilliance of this sword.
This sword is formed before the move is made, and the spirit remains after the move is made, so that the hardness becomes the softest, and the unchanged becomes change.
This sword seemed to come from the sky, and Ye Rongqiu had transformed into a flying fairy.
Flying fairy from heaven!
The Feixian landed gracefully, his sword already sheathed.
Wei Qingshu's sword has been broken into pieces, his clothes are in rags, his skin has been cut numerous times by the sword energy, the Taoist crown that tied his hair is broken, and his hair is scattered.
Ye Rongqiu didn't kill him. She looked at Wei Qingshu, whose eyes were empty and lifeless, and said coldly: "You lose!"
Not only Wei Qingshu was in a daze, but everyone had not come back to their senses. They were all immersed in the beauty of the sword just now. Even Xiao Ding did not expect that Ye Rongqiu's sword had been practiced to the point where it can be retracted and retracted freely as a human sword. .
Wei Qingshu was still murmuring: "What kind of sword technique is this? How can there be such a terrifying sword technique in the world..."
Not only did he find it terrifying, Tang Qingqing and others were several feet apart, but they still felt the bone-cold sword energy of the sword, not to mention Wei Qingshu who had experienced it personally.
This sword not only defeated Wei Qingshu, but also destroyed his spirit and soul.
He has been practicing swordsmanship for twenty-five years, and he is confident that he has reached the level of a first-class master in the world. Sometimes he even feels that no one is his opponent except the man in gray who taught him swordsmanship.
It wasn't until this moment that he realized how insignificant he was.
"Is this sword technique the legendary flying immortal from heaven?" Wei Qingshu's eyes were dull.
"Yes, this is the Flying Immortal from Heaven." Ye Rongqiu's voice was as cold as ever.
Ye Rongqiu slowly continued: "Now, it's time for you to answer my question. Is the person who taught you swordsmanship a member of the Qinglong Club? If not, how did the Qinglong Club find you?"
The question she asked happened to be the question that everyone wanted to know.
"The person who taught me swordsmanship was not from the Qinglong Society. He suddenly appeared when I was twelve years old, and then suddenly disappeared after teaching me swordsmanship. Until now, I don't even know his name." Wei Qingshu said at this time There was no resistance in his heart, he was just answering Ye Rongqiu's questions unconsciously.
Ye Rongqiu said coldly: "Without the secret backing of the Qinglong Society, you definitely wouldn't have done these things. Could it be Nangong Yu?"
Wei Qingshu sneered and said, "Is Nangong Yu worthy of ordering me around?"
He smiled and suddenly burst into tears: "That day I came back from other places. At the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, I suddenly found someone in front of me. He also competed with me like today, but that person is more terrifying than you. I, I I don't even have a chance to take action. If I don't want to die, I can only capture the Qingcheng Sect for him."
Xiao Ding frowned and asked, "What kind of person is that?"
"I don't know. He always wears a mask on his face. He can't see his face or his age clearly." Wei Qingshu seemed to be still frightened.
Xiao Ding thought for a while and asked: "Is it a bronze mask? And he likes to wear yellow robes?"
Wei Qingshu said in surprise: "How do you know?"
Xiao Ding smiled and stopped talking.
Ye Rongqiu walked to Xiao Ding and said with a smile: "Let's go."
As long as she is around Xiao Ding, she no longer speaks coldly and without emotion.
Wei Qingshu suddenly shouted: "You can't leave me, please take me down the mountain with you, they will kill me."
At this moment, he doesn't look as domineering as he did just now.
Nie Qingyun and Zhao Qingming approached Wei Qingshu step by step. Wei Qingshu couldn't even get up. He put his hands on the ground and moved back step by step.
Killing for life is the order of the day.
If a ruthless person like Wei Qingshu continues to be used by the Qinglong Club, it will be a great disaster to the martial arts world.
Xiao Ding has no power to stop others from taking revenge, but he doesn't want to watch anymore.
He believes that every life should be respected and everyone should cherish their own life.
But there are many things in this world that cannot be explained or explained.
Because, some things are inherently difficult to distinguish between right and wrong.
