"Brother Qiu, what kind of technique is this?"
Ling Zhen hurriedly asked questions, eager to get an explanation.
"It's done, it's easy."
Qiu Jin was quite complacent and grinned happily, "After all, this sword has been in my spine for ten years, so it is really easy to suck it up! In this way, including the 'Eight Swords of the Qijing' and the 'Twelve Swords of the Serious Classic', my body has There are already twenty-one sword qi."
Then he turned his head and said with a smile to Ling Zhen: "Brother Ling, the Lingshu Sword Technique taught to me by my master can not only generate twenty natal sword energies in the eight extraordinary meridians and the twelve main meridians, but also It can absorb the true power attached to the enemy's sword into the body, store it in the 'Lingshu Sword Box', and use it at will. It can kill the enemy out of the body during battle. If the soldiers are under the command of a general, they will not be afraid of life and death, and they will be able to fight with all their strength. Attack with force.”
Ling Zhen understood, nodded his head and replied: "It's absolutely amazing. This set of Lingshu Sword Techniques is really amazing. Brother Qiu's mentor must also be a god-like figure."
Qiu Jin did not respond to this, but looked at the table again.
He picked up the dim sword, which looked like an ordinary iron bar, and murmured to himself: "One of the top ten divine swords in the world, the fierce warrior Quetzalcoatl, known as the ghost blade, has been worshiped by you all these years. Shi, I really suffered a lot..."
He casually threw the iron blade named "Feathered Serpent" on the ground, raised his right foot, and stepped down with great force. With a click, he stepped on it and broke it into two worthless pieces.
Ling Zhen put himself in his shoes and thought about it.
If he were in the same situation as himself, he would definitely trample the sword to pieces like this.
"Every flying sword that I keep in the sword box inside my body has a name, and they are all given by me."
Qiu Jin smiled and said, "Old man, I want to give this sword energy a name, a new name that sounds better than the word feathered snake."
Weng Zhongwen's master and junior disciples all died under the Feathered Serpent Sword, so naturally he had no favorable impression of this blade, and he frowned and asked, "What?"
Ling Zhen was listening attentively.
"Three thousand bones."
Qiu Jin slowly spit out these four words.
Ling Zhen looked confused.
Why such a weird name?
But soon I understood Brother Qiu’s intention in naming him.
Ling Zhen smiled and said: "This is a perfect name."
Weng Zhongwen was stunned at first, then nodded and said with approval: "What a good name."
The snow in Kunlun lasts for thousands of years.
Kaitian failed and there were three thousand corpses.
With one sword, three thousand corpses were buried!
"Oh, I really don't know how you survived these ten years."
Weng Zhongwen couldn't help but sigh, "If it were me, I would have committed suicide long ago."
Ling Zhen said: "Yes, Brother Qiu, if it were me, I might not be able to have the energy to continue living..."
Qiu Jin stared at the ground, smiled bitterly, with complicated emotions, and said truthfully: "After the failure of Kunlun Mountain to open the sky, my whole body's meridians were severely damaged, my internal energy was almost exhausted, the sword's heart was covered with dust, and my realm also suffered uncontrollable changes. A big fall, from the perfection of the supreme realm, all the way to the fourth level of condensation. For the past ten years, I have been living in seclusion in the countryside, living with Chun Manlou. Rather than practicing, it is better to hide and practice secretly. Heart', rebuild the ambition and ambition of the past."
Suddenly shaking his head, Qiu Jin's expression became obviously lonely, and he sighed: "It's a pity that the 'Qiu Jin' from back then will most likely never come back."
Ling Zhen felt the same way.
Nodding repeatedly, Qingpao Ke Lingzhen said: "Brother Qiu, I understand what you mean."
When I was a teenager, I would always become confused and lost due to various things I encountered along the way, and drift further and further away from my true heart.
In the end, it was the sad ending that disappeared.
This kind of tragic event that is inevitable on the road of life would be extremely difficult and almost impossible for anyone to escape.
Ling Zhen was like this, and so was the former young swordsman Qiu Jin.
"Back then in Kunlun Snow Mountain, the ghost sword Feathered Serpent was inserted into your bones. Was it Zai Yang who harmed you?"
Weng Zhongwen asked.
"It can't be him. Didn't that guy have been killed by me myself? I guess it was probably Zaiyang's former subordinates who did it. In order to avenge their master, they took advantage of me to open the sky and sneak in. Attack me sneakily!"
Qiu Jin gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Back then on the top of Wanshou Mountain, wasn't there a damn guy who rushed out and snatched Zai Yang's body away? At that time, I had exhausted a lot of my energy and was very tired. I chased after him. I hurried slowly, but in the end I let that guy escape. Damn it, if I had known this, I should have killed him even if I gave my last breath!"
Ling Zhen was really angry and suddenly heard what the old man said.
The old Taoist surnamed Weng looked at Qiu Jin with a helpless look, sighed again, and said in a deep voice: "You are in the countryside with little information, and you don't know the world's major events. In fact, the evil thief Zaiyang is not dead... "
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In the Jianlu, Qiu Jin was so excited that he immediately slapped the table and shouted: "What? Zai Yang is not dead yet?!"
Ling Zhen, who was sitting aside, was an "outsider" and had limited information. He didn't know who the guy named Zai Mingyang was or what misdeeds he had done.
For Qiu and Weng, a pair of year-old friends, the word Zaiyang is as important as the Five Sacred Mountains and the Canghai Snowfield.
Weng Zhongwen had an extremely helpless expression on his face and lowered his eyebrows. The old Taoist nodded and said with dark eyes: "Yes, not only did the evil guy not die, he also became the only vassal king with a different surname in the Longshu Dynasty and is now in charge. In Gunzhou... Kaiyang City."
The last three words of Kaiyang City were spoken by the old man surnamed Weng in a very low voice, so weak that it was almost difficult to hear them clearly.
Ling Zhen listened carefully and heard it.
Kaiyang is the place where his mentor Lingpu Zhenren used to have his Taoist temple.
Ling Zhen didn't know about this.
But for the old man, it is a pain that will never be erased in this life.
"Is there such a thing?!"
Qiu Jin was furious, his eyes burning with fire, "I clearly pierced his chest with a sword, how could I..."
"As the saying goes, good people don't live long, but disasters last for thousands of years. That thief Zaiyang is indeed alive and well."
Weng Zhongwen shook his head and sighed to himself, "Why don't I want to avenge my master and two brothers? But I am alone and weak. Even if I can enter the feudal prince's residence, I will see the enemy slaughter me. How could Yang be his opponent? I had no choice but to hide in this small bamboo hut on Jiangnan Road for ten years..."
The two were silent for a long time.
Ling Zhen was speechless.
At this time, what else can be said?
That was a blood feud in the true sense.
Putting himself in his shoes, Ling Zhen can naturally understand the... extreme pain of the people involved!
Qiu Jin, who had also been shut up for ten years, spoke first and broke the silence in the room. He said lightly: "I will kill Zaiyang, for you, for me, and for those three people." Thousands of monks died tragically in the snowy mountains. There are some grievances that must be avenged even if they die!"
Weng Zhongwen looked at the young man in front of him, his lips moved slightly, and he was in a trance. He felt as if he had seen Qiu Jin ten years ago again.
Ling Zhen really admired Qiu Jin's spirit and spirit, and thought to himself: "I should really take Brother Qiu as a role model in my life."
