Ling Zhen smiled and looked at the Taoist master of the Sword Cottage, who had an outstanding Taoist style, and thought to himself: "This old Taoist's face seems to be comparable to that of Brother Qiu. It's true that birds of a feather flock together."
Qiu Jin had known the old man's temperament before, and it suited him very well. He had the three skills of swordsmanship, medicine, and wine in one body. He was transcendent from ordinary mortals. He was an extraordinary person walking in the world, and he should not be underestimated.
At this moment, Erlang, surnamed Qiu, nodded his head freely with a happy expression. He slapped the table, raised his thumb decisively, and praised from the bottom of his heart: "You are so awesome! Fortunately, I went to participate in that 'drinking and banter meeting'. If not for that, I would never be able to get to know you, old man, who is a true immortal in wine."
Weng Zhongwen smiled slightly, looked down at the drink in the glass, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly said: "Speaking of which, you were such a bastard ten years ago! Three thousand monks in the world, in order to help you open the gate of heaven, They all ended up with their meridians cut off, and fled to the top of Kunlun Mountain... Well, if it were me, I wouldn't have the guts to come out again. In the past ten years, you have been hiding here in Jiangnan Road, never going Somewhere else?"
Ling Zhen had listened to that storyteller, so he also knew about this blood-stained past.
Qiu Jin took a sip of wine, looked at the Taoist old man, and replied truthfully: "Yes, I couldn't let the golden light fall back to the world. Three thousand monks became the burial objects of that failure, but I, the biggest bastard in the world, managed to survive. I came down and fled all the way from the Kunlun Snow Mountain to the south of the Yangtze River. It was nice and warm here, so I decided not to escape, and I have disappeared here ever since."
"Then why do you dare to come out again?"
Weng Zhongwen asked with a frown.
Ling Zhen also wanted to ask Tan about this question.
Qiu Jin shook his head, with a helpless and sad look on his face, and took a sip of wine, "Oh, I can't sleep well day by day. My head is stained by the pillow. Sometimes I lie down for several hours, but it's half a minute." I didn't feel sleepy at all. I finally fell asleep and had nightmares. I dreamed of dead people one after another, covered in blood, rushing towards me, saying that they would cut me into pieces to satisfy their hatred. ...It is only natural to repay debts. In the past, we owed so many blood debts and killed so many people, so we must pay them back."
Ling Zhen nodded, understanding the reason.
If you have a guilty conscience and feel guilty about others, it will be difficult for you to sleep peacefully.
It's not easy, it's really not easy, Brother Qiu.
"I didn't expect you to have quite a conscience."
Weng Zhongwen said with a smile, "Repay the debt. I owe so many blood debts, which cannot be solved with money. Can you pay it off?"
With a "click" sound, Qiu Jin put the wine glass on the table, his expression became a little serious, and he uttered six words, "If you can't pay it back, pay with your life."
Weng Zhongwen was stunned for a moment, then he smiled, nodded, and praised: "Looks like a man."
Qiu Jin also grinned, revealing his teeth as bright as white porcelain, and his eyes were bright, giving him the air of a young man.
Ling Zhen greatly appreciated his attitude, but he couldn't say more words of praise.
"How dare you say that at the cost of your life..."
Weng Zhongwen also put down the cup with some wine left, "I don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. After all, you brought so many good things to me, what do you want? It's not just a simple reminiscing about the past, right? You’re just here to have a drink with me, why do you need to bring souvenirs?”
"Old man, you still understand me."
Qiu Jin narrowed his eyes and said, "Then I'll get straight to the point."
Then, this man, who was regarded as a bastard by the entire martial arts world, was still sitting in his seat and began to slowly undress and take off his clothes, trying to take off all of Mo Qing's robe.
Ling Zhen watched Qiu Jin's move quietly.
Weng Zhongwen knew that the guy in front of him never followed the rules and acted freely. He would do whatever he thought of. When he saw him taking off his clothes at this time, his eyes widened and he asked in shock: "Hey, hey, you...you kid wants to What to do?!”
Qiu Jin had taken off his clothes, revealing a slender, straight, muscular upper body. After standing up, he slowly turned around so that his back was facing the person.
Weng Zhongwen, the former master of Jingtun Temple, felt a little surprised and surprised.
This person surnamed Qiu, had such a gorgeous and special pattern of tattoos on his back? !
I saw a large circle tattooed on Qiu Jin's broad back, golden in color, and in the circle was a strange bird looking straight at people.
The bird has a majestic body, plump feathers, and a pair of wings in the shape of leaves, which is extremely delicate.
The texture of the leaves is so delicate that each root can be clearly seen, just like a real creature, not a painted tattoo.
To be able to "carve" such details into the flesh is, without saying it or admitting it, an extraordinary achievement of miraculous craftsmanship.
It is absolutely impossible for an embroidery craftsman who is not a master of craftsmanship to complete it, it is just a dream!
Looking at the golden bird mark on Wang Nian Jiao Qiu Jin's back, it was so stunningly beautiful that Ling Zhen was almost dazzled.
The old Taoist priest blinked his eyes quickly, feeling confused and confused. With a slight hesitation, he asked: "What is this tattoo of yours?"
"Old man, don't worry about my tattoo. It's not a very important matter. Come and take a look at this."
Qiu Jin does not seem to want to reveal any information about this picture, and the meaning behind the pattern is obscured.
Then he stretched out his hand and said in a sincere and sincere tone, "Please help me pull out this damn thing first!"
Weng Zhongwen followed his words, shifted his gaze from the colorful feathers of the exotic bird, and looked along the place pointed by Qiu Jin's finger.
Seeing it so clearly with his eyes, the old man was suddenly surprised.
Weng Zhongwen immediately discovered that there was a green thorn piercing through Qiu Jin's neck bone.
If you get a little closer and take a closer look, you can feel the strange true energy emanating from the green thorn. It is weird and frightening. It is continuously emitted in bursts, making people feel creepy, as if they were entering an icy spring.
Ling Zhen gritted his teeth and his mind was racing, but it was still hard to know what it was.
"This, this is?!"
Weng Zhongwen's eyes widened, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and he said in an incredible trembling voice, "Is it possible..."
"Yes, you should have noticed it too."
Qiu Jin, who had his back to the old man, nodded his head, smiled bitterly, and said in a very pathetic tone, "This is the sword of that devil Zaiyang. It has been stuck in my spine for ten years."
ten years?
A sword, such a sharp sword, stuck in the bones of the body for ten years? !
Ling Zhen only felt that this statement was a fantasy.
But since it was Brother Qiu who said it, it seemed true again.
The embroidery on the back is in the shape of a big bird. The body is proud and the wings are spread out. It has an energetic and rebellious attitude. It is a domineering and determined beast.
And that eerie green thin sword had a sinister aura that was extremely terrifying. The point where the sword tip penetrated was just above Wenxiu.
On top of the exotic bird's head inside the circle.
It was like a sword had penetrated the beast's head!
The sword energy shocked the sharp energy.
The giant bird can no longer hold its head high.
