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The fourth day.
Su Qinian walked out of the wing. His eyes were bright but also a bit dazzling. Some of the passing Taoist servants looked at him as if their hearts were being swallowed up.
No need to think about it, they also knew that the cultivation skills of this would-be Zhang Feng disciple might have deepened again.
This is also Su Qinian's latest breakthrough. He has not yet grasped the perfect mental strength and needs a few days and months to polish it.
Before he reached the Qingyang Hall, Su Qinian heard the sound of sharp blades piercing the air from the martial arts field in front of the hall. From a distance, he saw young Jinggu's bare and strong forearms, holding a four-foot-long crotch. With a simple sword on his back, he was sweating profusely and practicing his sword skills meticulously.
Speaking of which, the most excited person in Qingyang Palace in the past few days is the young Master Jingzi, because Su Qinian no longer rejects him and begins to give guidance on his sword practice from time to time. Now, he teaches him every day He had to work hard to practice an inferior sword technique and choose another inferior martial arts to understand and learn from it. Although it had only been three days, Jinggu clearly felt that his sword technique was much better than it was three days ago. I have taken a big step forward and have reached a state of mastery in basic sword skills.
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Su Qinian is going down the mountain.
The fat man had a grimace on his face. He also wanted to go down the mountain. However, firstly, he was a kid from a mountain village not far from the foot of Wudang Mountain. Secondly, the person in the Yuan Shen World of Qingyang Palace said before that he would not be able to go down the mountain within this year. You are not allowed to go down the mountain, and you have to enter it every ten days to take exams to practice and hone your martial arts.
This made him very angry, because neither Yu Qingyu nor Su Qinian had such rules.
Before leaving, the fat man almost gritted his teeth and pulled out two jars of old wine from the cellar. Su Qinian patted the seals open, took a few sips, and finally patted the fat man on the shoulder without saying anything. Turn around and leave the palace.
In the spring of March, there is an indescribable fragrance in the air.
When Su Qinian went down to Qingyang Peak and walked on the Wudang Mountain Road, he meditated for a long time. I want to go to Hailingzhou on Jianghuai Road first.
The important border area of Beihai was, firstly, too far away, and secondly, it was an important border garrison. With his current cultivation and status, he could not change anything. I can only figure it out slowly.
As for Chang'an City, the heavenly prison is very important. Unless there is an imperial edict, no one can enter without permission. Anyone who violates it will be killed without mercy.
Not to mention the capital city, there are too many masters, various forces are intertwined in the rivers, lakes and temples, and undercurrents are surging, and the enemy is unknown. Breaking in rashly will only cost your life.
Only Hailing Prefecture on the Jianghuai Road is the ancestral home of the Su family. Su Qinian was worried about his grandparents and four parents. Now there are only three people left. Because the Su family was in trouble, although the nine tribes were not implicated, they were also imprisoned and deprived. They lost a small amount of land and became the most miserable and helpless civilians.
Three years old. It would be difficult for Su Qinian to imagine being deprived of his land again, even if his family had some inventory and a small amount of savings. After all, a few months have passed. No matter what, he must first ensure the safety of the three elders before he can focus on anything else. Otherwise, even if his merits are perfect in the future, he will still have regrets.
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"Lazy donkey. You hurry up and go down the mountain to have wine and buy braised pork. I ordered sandalwood and won't look back..."
On the mountain road, after walking for a while, Su Qinian raised his eyebrows and saw a young Taoist priest, who looked to be about the age of a young man, sitting sideways on a donkey that looked fat and big-eared, with shiny black hair all over his body. , leisurely going down the mountain.
The donkey walked very slowly. Although the young Taoist priest urged him, he did not move. He was soon caught up by Su Qinian.
Disciple who broke into the house!
Su Qinian saw that the other party was wearing a pure white Taoist robe, not stained by dust, and his black hair was spread out. It was not messy, but he had a somewhat fairy-like temperament.
The two of them passed each other. The young Taoist priest glanced at Su Qinian, patted the lazy donkey under him, and smiled helplessly.
"Senior Brother Qinglian!"
After walking a few dozen feet away, Su Qinian caught the sound of a disciple from the outer courtyard walking in the mountain saluting respectfully.
Senior Brother Zhangfeng?
Su Qinian was a little surprised. This young Taoist priest who seemed to have an unruly manner was actually Senior Brother Yifeng and a disciple of Zhangfeng.
Taoist Qinglian!
Su Qinian seemed to have heard a little bit about it. Speaking of which, he was now free from his sins and had practiced "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu" to the ninth level. He was already considered a formal disciple. The Taoist Deacon of Youliji Hall recently sent him a piece of top soul. The life tablet imprinted on the character made him engraved his name with blood, which can be regarded as leaving a mark. If one day he dies, the life tablet will be sensed and will naturally shatter, reminding everyone.
As for the four generations of Qing, Jing, Ning, and He, according to their seniority, if Su Qinian had a Taoist title, it should be Qingnian.
The foot of Wudang Mountain.
After untying the sword stone, Su Qinian stopped and looked at the blade that was stuck diagonally on the ground, about four feet long, and covered with mottled rust. For many Wudang disciples, even deacons, protectors, and elders, this sword was a mystery. I know how long it has existed, but even the top soul figures in the past have never been able to pull out the sword, and no one has been able to destroy it.
Su Qinian always felt that this knife was a bit strange. Every time he saw this knife, he always had some different feelings. These feelings grew for no reason, which made him a little wary, but fortunately, nothing happened so far. Suddenly, he took one last look at the Jiejian Stone and walked past.
Going down the mountain.
Leaving the boundary of Wudang, Su Qinian felt light. This was a feeling he had never had before in Chang'an City. It turns out that freedom is so precious to people.
There is a Jiangnan Road between Jianghuai Road and Hubei Road. Only by crossing several states can one enter the territory of Jianghuai Road.
Su Qinian walked quickly and reached the boundary of Yunyang County in less than half an hour.
Qingshan Town, Jiuligang Hu Mansion, he and Mr. Hu chatted for a long time. The Hu family followed the trade route and was attached to the Ling family in Yunyang County. According to the old man, the Ling family had a trade route that was used to travel north to the bitter cold of Northern Xinjiang. land, so he entrusted him with information about the life and death of his elder brother Su Qiming. Regardless of whether he succeeds or not, he will personally go to Northern Xinjiang in a year. And this year, he will try his best to improve himself so that he can truly stand in this troubled world. Stay on your heels.
After declining Mr. Hu's offer, Su Qinian walked out of Jiuligang alone.
After walking for less than ten miles, Su Qinian stopped in a rocky place on the outskirts, his eyes turning cold.
After a few breaths, more than ten figures flashed around him and locked him in the center.
More than ten people, all with black cloth covering their faces and wearing night clothes, were unwilling to show their faces even in the clear day.
"I'm curious as to which person in Qiankun's arsenal is so impatient." Su Qinian said coldly.
"The dead don't need to know."
A man in black at the head said coldly: "Do it!"
He was not willing to delay at all, and did not talk nonsense with Su Qinian. In a flash, more than ten people rushed towards Su Qinian. The swords were bright, the sword path was sharp and fierce, the inner family's true energy was bursting, and the air was like cracked silk. , was cut into pieces in an instant.
There were more than ten people, all of them were third-rate masters who had mastered the inner qi. In addition, Su Qinian's spiritual power sensed that the leader had the highest level of cultivation. He was not inferior to Gu Yuechen that day, and he had penetrated enough of the twelve serious scriptures. With eleven items left, with only one missing, the inner family's true energy will be like a hungry tiger leaping into a stream, and it will reach the realm of third-rate minor success.
Su Qinian closed his eyes and opened them again.
The dozen or so men in black stopped in horror, because the world in front of them changed, and the figure belonging to Su Qinian disappeared, and they suddenly arrived on a cliff thousands of feet high.
The wind was surging all around, and a few steps back was the abyss. For an instant, everyone felt a little creepy. This was really unbelievable.
"No! This is an illusion! Everyone, keep your mind close and use spiritual martial arts! This guy has mastered a spiritual martial arts!"
The leader of the men in black quickly reacted, and the eyes of the dozen or so people quickly became hardened, filled with murderous intent, trying to expel the illusion in front of them.
A few breaths passed, and the illusion was not extinguished. There was not even the slightest wrinkle. Instead, there was a faint sound of knives. In mid-air, dozens of long knives suddenly turned into reality. The knives were as bright as snow, and their sharp edges were revealed. Even if they are more than ten feet apart, it still makes people feel cold.
"They are all illusions! Situations arise from the heart. As long as the murderous intention is concentrated, all illusions will disappear!"
The leading man in black shouted violently, but in the next moment, nearly a hundred long swords flew across the air, and the light of the swords was like a violent storm, drowning everyone in an instant.
puff! puff!
There were splashes of blood, and warm blood fell on his face. The man in black was dumbfounded, looking at the long knives piercing his companion's head, but then he laughed. Sure enough, everything was illusion. He He was still alive, and even though the sword was shining like rain, there was not a single scratch.
The next moment, the world in front of him seemed to be rippling on the surface of a lake, and he saw jagged rocks again. The illusion was shattered and he returned to the real world.
"impossible!"
However, as soon as he turned his eyes, he shouted in horror. Because the rocks were stained with blood, more than ten companions still did not get up. There was blood flowing down the wounds, slowly dyeing the soil red.
Could it be that he is still in an illusion?
As soon as he had such an idea, Su Qinian's figure turned from virtual to real and appeared in front of him. An index finger fell, filling the whole world in front of him.
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In the rocky ground.
Su Qinian looked around at the corpses lying on the ground. His eyes were cold. "****" had reached the fourth level. His mental power had been condensed and he had already initially explored the threshold of interfering with the world. The soul-destroying technique shocked the spirit of slavery, and then aroused the spirit of enslavement. The edge of the sword is integrated into the long sword transformed by the spirit. Killing people in the illusion is no longer just talk.
His eyes fell on the leading man in black in front of him. Su Qinian pulled off his face scarf, and he saw an unfamiliar middle-aged face, which was actually covered with old scars, and his face could no longer be recognized.
Unable to help but take a breath of cold air, Su Qinian flicked his sleeves again, Hunyuan Qi and blood shook, and the black cloth fell off the faces of more than ten men in black, without exception. (Please support with monthly tickets and genuine subscriptions. Thank you to the brothers and sisters of the newly established Wumeng League for your support all the way. We will continue to work hard in Shibu.) (To be continued.)
