Suddenly there was light in the darkness, sunlight.
When Ding Peng woke up, he not only found that he was not dead, but also found that he was lying on a soft bed. Then he saw an old woman staring at him...
Although the old woman's hair was completely white, her back was still straight and her expression was extremely majestic.
"stand up!"
Ding Peng sat up and got off the bed.
The old woman said: "Follow me!"
He didn't say much, as if he didn't want to say anything more to him. Ding Peng also followed the old woman honestly.
Leaving the room, walking through the hall, and coming to the garden, what he saw before him seemed like a dream. He even suspected that he hadn't woken up yet and was still dreaming.
The old woman took him to the back of a man in green.
When the man in Tsing Yi turned around, Ding Peng recognized him immediately.
It wasn't his identity that he recognized, but his appearance. He was so similar to that Qingqing girl.
"Are you Miss Qingqing's brother?"
The man in Tsing Yi smiled and said, "I am her grandfather."
This man, who even seems to be younger than Qingqing's father, is actually her grandfather? This was enough to surprise Ding Peng, but what the man in blue said next surprised him even more.
"From today on, you will learn swordsmanship from me!"
Ding Peng seemed to think that he heard wrongly and asked again: "Senior... senior, you said you want to teach me sword skills?"
The man in green nodded and said, "Not bad."
Ding Peng was even more surprised: "Senior, I don't know. In fact, I don't know how to use the knife at all."
The man in green looked at the sword in his hand and said, "Do you know swordsmanship?"
Ding Peng nodded.
The man in green said: "Use your strongest sword to attack me."
Ding Peng nodded again and said, "Okay."
He did not refuse, nor was he worried about hurting the person in front of him, because he had seen the power of the young girl's scimitar before, and at this moment, the strange scimitar was in the hands of the person in front of him.
The sword was drawn out and stabbed.
He showed no mercy and showed no mercy, making it the 'meteor from the sky' that was unpredictable and irresistible.
At a glance, the sword light does not seem to be fierce, but it seems to come from the sky, erratic... The sword light seems to be left or right, moving lightly, insubstantial and real, and elusive.
The sword had struck, but the man in green seemed not to be able to see the mystery of the sword, and was still completely unaware of it.
Just when Ding Peng thought he had guessed wrong and wanted to withdraw his sword power, the light of the sword flew out...
This is the first time Ding Peng has faced such a scimitar, and it is also the first time he has experienced such a knife. He had seen a similar knife, and that knife directly split the plum blossom old man's sword.
At that time, he felt that the knife was incredible...
But now, when he felt it himself, he realized how terrifying this knife was!
No one in heaven or on earth can see the change of this sword; no one in heaven or on earth can see this sword.
The knife is curved, and the light of the knife is also curved. The curved light of the knife is like a crescent moon. When the moonlight shines down, how do you dodge, parry, or retreat?
Ding Peng only thought of one thing, those four severed fingers.
Before his sword could hit him, he immediately let go and let go of the hilt!
The sword flashed, followed by a light sound...very light, very slight, very fast, and very short.
The sword fell to the ground and broke into two pieces. Sure enough, the sword was split. Even though Ding Peng had already guessed it, his sword was visible on the ground. Thinking of the sword flash just now, he still looked frightened and still frightened.
The man in Tsing Yi said slowly in a tone that left no doubt: "From now on, I will teach you the sword skills at Xu Shi and Hai Shi. At other times, you can practice by yourself."
This kind of sword technique is definitely not available in the world, and the changes and power of this kind of sword technique are definitely not what anyone can imagine. He never thought that he could practice such magical sword skills.
He already had no choice but to die, so Ding Peng had no reason to refuse.
He only has one doubt!
"Why do you want to teach me sword skills?"
The man in green said calmly: "He asked me to teach you."
"Him?" Ding Peng asked, "That young master?"
The man in green said: "You still don't know who he is?"
Ding Peng nodded.
The man in Tsing Yi sighed softly, as if with a million emotions, and said: "His name is Yi Yi. No one has mentioned this name in the world, but I am afraid no one can forget this name."
When he heard this name, Ding Peng was slightly startled, because the name "Zhiyi" was really special. He seemed to have heard this name before, but it had been a long time ago. It seemed that his father had mentioned this name to him.
He frowned deeply, and after thinking carefully for a moment, his expression gradually began to change.
It seemed to be surprise at first, then it turned into surprise, then shock, and then fear appeared on his face.
Finally, he turned pale and said, "Is he the Heavenly King back then?"
The man in green nodded.
Ding Peng almost lost his voice and said: "But his age..."
The man in green smiled and said: "Since you have heard of Tianjun's name, you should also have heard of Tianjun's rumors, which have been around for hundreds of years."
Ding Peng said: "How can people live so long?"
The man in green shook his head and said: "I don't know... I don't know, and no one in the world should know."
Ding Peng couldn't help but ask again: "Why does he want to help me, and why does he need senior to teach me sword skills?"
The man in Tsing Yi smiled and said: "I still don't know. Maybe he is just excited. Maybe he will say tomorrow that I don't need to teach you. Who knows what he thinks?"
…
The scenery here is beautiful, with hundreds of flowers blooming, like a fairyland.
You can sit casually in the flower field, look at the beautiful scenery in front of you, and sip tea from time to time, leisurely, leisurely, and leisurely.
Qingqing was practicing martial arts on the side, practicing a set of palm techniques.
This set of palm techniques has many variations. The palm techniques include sword techniques, knife techniques, whip techniques, spear techniques, claw techniques, ax techniques, and other unique weapons techniques, but these unique techniques have all been practiced into a set of palm techniques.
The palm technique is called Bending Palm, and according to him, it can break any weapon in the world.
Qingqing didn't know if it was true or not, but the depth and brilliance of this palm technique indeed exceeded her expectations.
She was very happy to learn such a palm technique, but when she saw the man's laziness, she was a little angry, as if she didn't like him for some reason.
If she doesn't practice, no one will urge her. It seems that this person doesn't care at all.
Qingqing walked over and said, "Hey."
Randomly said: "Call Master."
Qingqing gritted her teeth and said, "Master...Master, I have something to ask you."
Randomly said: "Say."
Qingqing looked at him and murmured: "Are you really the Heavenly King?"
He glanced at her randomly, took a sip of tea, and said calmly: "You admire me very much?"
Qingqing spat and said with a look of disgust: "Who would admire you, a murderer?"
Random smile: "If you don't admire me, why bother asking me if I am the Heavenly Lord? And when it comes to demons, you are called the Demon Cult by people in the world, but I am the Heavenly Lord."
