(The second update is late, I went out for a while, but I think this chapter feels good, Jianghu Wulin, this is the feeling of ten steps. Please recommend and collect.)
Ding!
The fingertips collided with the sword body, producing the sound of gold and iron.
The person who drew the sword was a little stunned, and then he saw an index finger magnified in front of his eyes. The red light was like a cloud, like a rising sun tearing apart the night, dispersing the evil and illuminating the four ends of the world.
puff!
A bit of blood spattered, Su Qinian stopped his hand and saw the figure covered in black covering his face falling to the ground like mud.
Bang!
Behind him, the soil and mud on the ground exploded, followed closely by the blue tip of the knife, touching the corner of his clothes.
call!
The next moment, the masked eyes were dull, because the tip of the knife coated with poison passed through the young man's back, and the figure seemed to be broken like a lake.
"Are you looking for me?"
There was a sudden voice behind him, and the assassin suddenly turned around and saw the same index finger, the tip of which was as red as the clouds, filling the whole world.
puff!
Another blood flower bloomed, and Su Qinian didn't even look at it. An arm was like a phantom, with four half-inch-long bloody fingers in succession, tearing the air, piercing through the four directions, and sinking into the earth.
After a few breaths, blood gurgled out from the holes in the ground. Su Qinian raised his foot and stamped hard, and the surrounding mud exploded, revealing four similarly masked figures in black.
Without uncovering the masks of these people, Su Qinian understood that these people were not ordinary martial arts people, but trained assassins. It could be seen from the direction and angle of their attacks, especially the moves of their swords. There is no bells and whistles, and it is streamlined for killing people. Although it is basic swordsmanship and swordsmanship, every move is tricky and cruel, and it is aimed at the vital point. No matter whether it is Buddhism, Taoism or Confucianism, even if it is the devil, the younger generation will always When it comes to martial arts, no one would give guidance like this, it’s not the Dao.
The only thing that can be compared with them is the soldiers in the army, but those are moves that have been honed in hundreds of bloody battles on the ever-changing battlefield. Compared with them, these people are a little less tragic and constantly walking. Intuition on the verge of life and death.
"If I hadn't obtained the "****" and developed this mental power, if I had to avoid today's killing round, I would probably have to pay the price in blood."
Su Qinian's eyes flashed with cold light. It seemed that some news in Wudang Mountain recently had not been completely spread. There were only six assassins who had reached the seventh level of "Benma Jin". Next time, it might not be so simple.
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At the foot of Wudang Mountain.
In front of the Jie Jian Stone, Su Qinian looked at the rusty long sword again. He asked the two disciples on duty, but he did not get any precise explanation. He only knew that the sword seemed to have been here two thousand years ago. Over the years, even the top Yuan Shen masters in Wudang's history have tried, but no one has been able to pull it out.
Su Qinian always had an inexplicable feeling. He looked at the long knife covered in dust and touched it with spiritual power, as if there was an ancient soul sleeping in it.
At night.
In the Qingyang Palace, Su Qinian sat alone in front of a bonfire. There was no news about Qingyu and Qingye. Now, the Qingyang Palace was deserted and empty, except for him.
He thought of his old life in Chang'an City. Although there were many dignitaries there, and his father was an eighth-rank official, he was still only a mere arsenal editor. He worked in fear all day long, walking on thin ice, and the officialdom was ups and downs. It was different from the bloody battlefields on the Beihai frontier. Killing is invisible, throughout the ages, no matter which life, you can't escape.
His father Su Wangsheng once lamented that he studied hard in the cold window, in order to honor his ancestors, and for the "spring breeze to be proud of horseshoes, and see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day." When he really stepped into that world, he yearned for the ordinary even more, and yearned for the time when he begged for light and years. , the braised pork during the holidays is especially sweet, and although the days are hard, I feel peaceful.
Now, Su Qinian thought of last year's day again. As the winter solstice approached, his mother, Su, began to roll out the dough and prepare to make dumplings. The family gathered around the table, without servants, and made their own. On the day of the winter solstice, there was a pot full of dumplings. Do not stay.
The only regret is that my father did not come back that night. The winter solstice is here, and the twelfth lunar month is approaching. The arsenal is checking for leaks and filling in all kinds of complicated affairs. My father is renovating the arsenal overnight. The classics and history are divided into categories. There are also many martial arts secrets and royal secrets. It is a huge project.
Slowly, the bonfire swayed, and Su Qinian's eyes became extremely sharp, and a somewhat depressing aura spread out, causing the flames in front of him to flicker.
"I don't care about the good and evil in the world, and I don't care about the darkness and light of the world. I don't care about the changes in Chang'an, nor the vicissitudes of the world. However, if my Su family cannot be perfect in the end, don't blame me for being in the Golden Palace in the future."
Su Qinian exhaled. His voice was not high, but it contained an incomparably strong will. This will affected the spiritual power in the Ancestral Aperture Divine Court. The illusory knife shadow that had been silent for many days trembled slightly, along with the shadow behind him. The long green iron sword also made a long buzzing sound.
At the foot of Wudang Mountain, behind the Jie Jian Stone.
The long knife that had been silent for thousands of years, the mottled rust on the blade peeled off silently, a piece as big as a fingernail, revealing a blade as deep as night, which seemed to swallow up all the light in the world.
Qingyang Palace.
Seeing the grass fluttering in the cold wind outside the palace, Su Qinian raised his eyebrows and looked in the direction of the palace gate.
A very stern-looking young man, about 16 years old, wearing a black cloth robe, with his forearms exposed, walked in with an unusually thin white iron sword nearly five feet long in his hand.
"Li Qinghe, please teach me."
Twenty feet apart, the young man spoke in a stiff tone, as if he rarely spoke.
Su Qinian saw that his face was a little pale. It was conceivable that he must have experienced a tragic battle not long ago and suffered a lot of blood loss, and he had not fully recovered yet.
Su Qinian has always heard the name of Li Qinghe in Xiaoyao Valley. This legendary figure who firmly holds the top spot on the shore of the river is the only son of Marquis Mingyang. He has been in Xiaoyao Valley for eight years and has never been able to shake it. its status.
The Wave-Severing Sword Li Zhenan was one of the fifth-level generals who guarded the Beihai border. Tens of thousands of civilians were massacred in that battle, which shocked the government and the public. Su Qinian also heard about it, but it is undeniable that Li Zhenan was a swordsman master of the generation, and his cultivation was In that battle, he reached the first-class Hunyuan realm, and his original Wave-Severing Sword was also promoted. The sword's light illuminated dozens of miles of sea, and finally cut down the opponent under the sword, and his body and soul disappeared.
But the only thing Su Qinian didn't expect was that as the only son of such a generation of kendo master, Li Qinghe would actually use a sword, such a five-foot sword with an extremely thin blade and an extremely wide blade.
"You are injured." Su Qinian said.
"There are no swords in Wudang. My late father commented on the swordsmanship in the world, but he said that Wudang's "Life-breaking Knife" in the past can be ranked among the top ten in the world."
Li Qinghe's eyes were bright, even a little hot, and he said: "My knife is too strong to bear."
With a sigh, Su Qinian stood up. Li Zhenan was a swordsman back then, but his only son became a swordsman. As for Li Qinghe's talk about his late father, after the First World War, Li Zhenan was stripped of his armor the next day and escorted back to Beijing. It was not enough. On the seventh day, he was sent to the tiger's head and died in anger of the people.
"My sword won't come out easily." Su Qinian still shook his head.
Li Qinghe frowned and said: "Conditions."
He was very straightforward. Although he was crazy, he was not irrational. On the contrary, when he was on the border of Beihai, there were all kinds of life and death, and the warmth and coldness of human relationships, few things could escape his eyes.
"I win. One day you will build a foundation and join my Qingyang Peak sect."
Su Qinian also said bluntly, no matter what, this person's talent and understanding are definitely extraordinary, and he can suppress all the descendants of the official family in Xiaoyao Valley. Although many of them have not yet established the foundation, and some family martial arts have not been able to practice, but so It further shows that he is extraordinary and has a high spirit. He does not want to build the foundation with the seventh level of "Turtle and Snake Technique". If he succeeds in the future, he will definitely enter the Taoism with the eighth level of "Turtle and Snake Technique" and above, and create a new world.
Su Qinian is unwilling to let such a person go. With the help of the name of Qingyang Peak, he will naturally do his best. He believes that getting something requires giving. The Buddhists do not want to take lightly the cause and effect. Although he is currently in the Taoist sect, he still Also recognized. (The second update is late, I went out for a while, but I think this chapter feels good, Jianghu Wulin, this is the feeling of ten steps. Please recommend and collect.)
