Oni Liu picked up the teacup, but forgot that there was no tea in it.

didn't call Xiao Er again, he put down the teacup again, bowed his head and said nothing, as if he was pondering something.

Aoyama didn't know what to do when he saw this situation. But he already had a sense of proportion and an answer in his heart.

So he asked: "In the battle just now, the younger generation has felt that he is inadequate, and he still wants to ...... Can you give me some pointers?"

Oni Liu seemed a little flattered when he heard this.

To be honest, he didn't expect to find so many mysteries from this young man after the fight.

I didn't expect it...... He's going to have that level.

If he weren't a rare genius.................. It is..................

I saw him say to Qingshan with a hesitant face: "Yes, yes, but, you...... There's already a better master than me, right?"

..................！！

Aoyama was shocked when he heard this, you know, if someone can be called his own swordsmanship...... It will only be green water!

As soon as he thought that the sword of the green water was so highly evaluated, a trace of warmth flowed in Qingshan's heart, and he was warm.

That's it, Ghost Willow was puzzled and hesitant when he saw Qingshan's current appearance.

For Oniyaro, his sword has been broken by Aoyama.

After he thought about it for a while............

"I see, your sword is not this chopstick, but your own ............"

So now...... Who won?

"I'm really convinced of you, and you actually punched such a fierce punch in the face of such an old man who is over half a hundred years old, do you want to kill me......?"

Qingshan loosened his collar a little embarrassed, and it seemed that the serious atmosphere just now made him a little out of breath.

"Hah...... Seniors, this ...... Who's going to win?"

Oniyanagi smiled. Do you still need to ask?

"Ha, the teahouse owner won, I broke that bowl, I have to pay him money............"

After hearing this, Qingshan suddenly felt guilty, and the weight of this conscience condemnation was heavier than any sword pressure.

I saw him babbling and muttering, "Ah......? Isn't that okay?"

Hahahaha. Ghost Ryu was also amused by Aoyama's innocence and kindness. It's a familiar old naughty boy again.

"I'm kidding, we've known each other for a long time, and people fight with me every day, and this thing is nothing. Compared to this............"

Speaking of this, Ghost Liu's eyes became sharp again.

Now it was up to him to ask the question that had made him hesitate and wonder.

As everyone knows......

"There can only be one kind of spiritual power in a life...... But you have two kinds. ”

............!?Aoyama actually felt it vaguely.

From time to time, I would exude that warm feeling, like the water of a small river.

Occasionally, it exudes that cold feeling, like a sharp blade.

These two completely opposite breaths are like yin and yang, ice and fire in Tai Chi.

And in fact, Jianming also noticed this that day, and the spiritual power in Qingshan's body ...... Half of it was already black.

But Aoyama himself still still doesn't understand what the reason for this is............

Looking at Qingshan's expression of surprise at what he said, and with a confused look, Ghost Liu waved his hand.

"I guess you must have some complicated past, I won't ask more. ”

"Everyone has a past and a hidden secret. ”

As he spoke, his eyes dimmed twice, as if to hide something unsightly.

"After fighting with you just now, I also discovered that one of your spiritual powers is very sharp, like sword qi. But it's warm, it's strong. ”

"And the other spiritual power is very cold, there is no transition between the two, there is no fusion, this cold resentment is like the resentful ghost in my hometown......"

Aoyama thought about it, if that cold resentment came from Prajna..................

Then, ............ that warm sword aura?

Ghost Liu straightened his demeanor, and his next speech was no child's play.

"It doesn't seem to matter now, but ...... Sword energy and resentment. If these two forces are left unchecked, they will tear apart your body in the near future......"

"So, you have to learn more subtle spiritual manipulations. ”

Qingshan was stunned, he was the current head of the Huashan faction, so he would naturally know the conflicts and problems between the meridians.

What the ghost willow said in front of him...... It's not a fake!

"Senpai, can you teach me?"

Qingshan's tone seemed a little anxious.

Ghost Liujian's eyebrows bent, revealing a helpless and sad face.

"I've never been to that either, so I can't ...... But...... You can try. ”

Aoyama was stunned and stunned.

"Try what?"

"Try to fight, communicate well with the two spiritual forces in your body in the battle, regulate, and find a balance. So...... How about you go to the Hundred Soldiers Conference for me? Your strength is recognized by me, and no one will make it difficult for you anymore. ”

............ Congress of the Hundred Soldiers.

It was an extremely fierce tournament, a ruthless contest in which the strongest warriors of all kinds of weapons attacked from all directions and lived to the end.

It is to decide the strongest weapon in the world, once in a hundred years, the Hundred Soldiers Conference.

"The sword has no eyes, life and death are impermanent, but you may die anyway, so you might as well try. ”

In this peaceful and prosperous world, what else is the strongest in the world!?

(interesting.................. ）

I'll take Lu Shui's way to see where her swordsmanship goes!

Now there is no more concern, although there is no place to go, in a foreign land, between heaven and earth, there is a person.

"Qingshan, willing to be with the world...... Brawl!"

"Haha, good!"

Ghost Liu smiled, picked up the teapot that Xiao Er gave him, pinched the spout and poured tea into his mouth.

"Go and ask Fu Ngan to make you a sword! You just say that the ghost willow asked you to make it for him! That old immortal sent you to trouble me! Go ahead!"

Old Immortal...... Target?

Qingshan shook his head, obviously the ghost willow in front of him looked older......

It was only then that Aoyama became deeply aware again.

The master of swordsmanship in front of him was actually an old man with white hair............

"Junior, thank you for your advice!"

paid for the food for the ghost willow, and also saw his own nature, and the green mountain in a green shirt walked out of this sex hall.

Looking at the back of Qingshan leaving in the moonlight, Ghost Liu couldn't help but be curious.

(though...... ）

Why does that kid have two spiritual powers......?

And...... Neither of those two spiritual powers looked like his own......

If you can use this power freely......

But...... I have to live through the next few days.

(If...... ）

That's what fate says......

..............................

Walking on the road, Aoyama was still savoring the battle just now.

If you use swordsmanship to separate from the ghost willows......

If you are not opportunistic, you will come up with some strange tricks one after another......

Even the old man didn't seem to exert all his strength..................

Qingshan vaguely felt that the sword saint ghost willow was ...... bottomless terrifying power, and ...... Behind that power...... What is it.

After all, not everyone can exude such a strong murderous aura............

Thinking about it, Aoyama was almost at his destination.

Back at Vorgan's house, Aoyama heard him still pounding steel all night before he could enter the door.

Pushing open the door to the blacksmith's room, Vorgan's back was still lit up by the red firelight.

And he didn't turn around because of the sound of pushing the door, but focused on striking iron.

Bang, bang.

"Are you back? Did the old man beat you up? Or did he agree to go to the Hundred Soldiers' Conference?"

Scold.

Aoyama smiled slightly.

"Senior Ghost Liu asked me to participate in the Hundred Soldiers Conference for him, and asked you to cast a sword for me, didn't you expect it?"

Hiss————

With a gasp between his teeth, Vorgan's hand stopped.

He also muttered: "That old fox .................."

(I knew that I had sworn not to forge a sword again, and I knew that the sword was a murder weapon, but I still asked me to forge a sword............ ）

Don't............

Could it be that he admits that the person in front of him can hold a sword?

Think about it.

He turned his head and looked at Qingshan carefully.

Nothing has changed.

Clear eyes, ignorant face, thin temples and not too thick arms......

Possible...... It's something that only those who intersect with swords can understand.

Vorgan was a rough man who only knew how to strike iron, and he didn't understand the big truth.

He just didn't want to let what he had made become a devastating prop.

He didn't want to be an 'accomplice'.

Seeing Fu Yigan staring at his face and not speaking for a long time, Qingshan was also a little embarrassed.

He knew why Vorgan no longer forged swords, and he understood why.

So he said softly: "I don't know what friendship or festival Ghost Liu has had with you, but I don't want to embarrass the seniors, since it's just a formality, it's good to make a sword for the juniors?"

Wen Jian............

As the name suggests, it is not the sword of martial arts, but the sword of literature.

Generally, it was the literati and artists who would carry this kind of sword to their bodies.

This kind of sword is soft and delicate, mainly used as an ornament, and is often hung with sword spikes, used for ceremonial occasions, and shows the style of a writer.

Even the wooden sword is more lethal than it, and this kind of sword will not be used to kill people.

Because its blade and blade are very soft.

It's like Vorgan's heart softening at this moment.

(And so much for me...... He was a good-natured man............ It's just a sword, so it won't be like that............ ）

"Wen Jian...... Is it?"

(Sorry, Friday, it's just a sword, I shouldn't be able to slash or anything, let alone the hammer that drives lightning and lightning...... ）

Qingshan scratched his cheeks, still a little embarrassed and embarrassed.

He tentatively asked, "Well, it's okay...... Is it?"

Hehe............

Vorgan smiled with a straight face.

(Wen Jian.) ）

I've made semi-finished products that have been inserted in stone crevices, and I've also made prototypes that have been soaked in the bottom of a lake.

He also made a sword that would never be destroyed............