Qiao Heng held the sword in one hand, the sword body naturally hung down to his side, and there was still a wisp of red on the tip of the sword. He looked indifferently at the blind men moaning/groaning in pain on the ground, allowing their bodies to twitch occasionally from the pain.

His temperament is as silent as the night, but he is handsome and eyebrows, even in this bloody scene, he also shows a lonely posture.

He heard footsteps and calls from his side, tilted his head slightly, and looked in the direction from which the footsteps came. The moment he looked at him, the eyes of the visitors seemed to be immersed in two pools of Miao Miao autumn water, cold and clean, peaceful and natural.

This tranquil expression was in stark contrast to the three Yuan soldiers on the ground with bloody faces and miserable expressions.

"Father. ”

When Song Yuanqiao saw the scene in front of him, what else could he not understand.

It's just that even though he has decades of experience in the rivers and lakes and has seen a lot of things, he can't help but pause when he sees this situation. Obviously under the scorching sun, he felt a kind of coldness for no reason.

At the same time, he really didn't remember what kind of swordsmanship there was in the rivers and lakes, which could be practiced without any internal force, and as soon as he made a move, he would stab other people's eyes and acupoints, and he was vicious and ruthless. In the end, he thought of another thing with a little hesitation, he remembered the kung fu made by the head of the Emei faction at the lion slaughter conference, and Qingshu also used the same move that day, if this sword technique came from the incomparably evil "Nine Yin True Scripture", it would make sense.

The four names of Emei faction, Zhou Zhiruo, Mo Shenggu, and Chen Youliang have long been linked together because of all kinds of misfortunes, no matter which one is mentioned, they are all untouchable scales in Song Yuanqiao's heart.

Thinking that he Wudang is also one of the top famous factions in the rivers and lakes, he regarded him as the son of the heir of Wudang, and actually defected from Wudang to learn such evil martial arts of his faction, which made him feel hate and hurt in his heart.

This kind of unsolvable love has been accumulated in the bottom of his heart for an unknown amount of time, Song Yuanqiao looked at the three Tartar soldiers on the ground who described the miserable wolf bèi, and said: "It's not a pity that such a guy who is inferior to a beast dies. As soon as the words came out, he pulled a sword flower, and with the sound of "click", the long sword withdrew its scabbard, and the three lying on the ground immediately lost the breath of life, only a thin blood line appeared on the neck.

Song Yuanqiao looked at the bloody eyes of the three, and his eyes were a little dark.

He said, "You should not practice this sword technique in the future." "The Yin Qi of the Nine Yin True Scripture is too strong, how good will the swordsmanship in it be? In the absence of internal force to protect the body, practicing the swordsmanship above it is tantamount to drinking a donkey to quench your thirst!

When Qiao Heng heard this, his heart sank quietly.

Song Yuanqiao's thoughts he could roughly guess, it was nothing more than that he felt that his methods were too cruel, and people couldn't die on the ground, and he was really suspected of deliberately torturing the prisoners by doing so. But now that he is an ordinary person - to put it bluntly, he is a waste, and when facing an enemy who can threaten his life, it is not easy for him to earn a life and survive, how can he allow himself to pick and choose before?

Perhaps what followed was Song Yuanqiao's suspicion of himself, and he was familiar with dealing with this situation, except for the deep sense of powerlessness that spread from the bottom of his heart, he had no intention of justifying anything.

Therefore, he only said: "Father said that he laughed, what else can I practice besides this set of swordsmanship?" Just like this time, if he didn't know this set of swordsmanship, he would have already entered another reincarnation at this moment.

Song Yuanqiao was stunned when he heard this, he thought, yes, when he said that just now, he only cared about this swordsmanship being too yin and evil, the cold was deep, and the burden on the broken body of the meridian condensation dantian was too great, but he forgot that now that Qingshu is in this situation, what else can he practice besides this swordsmanship? At least with his ability, he can't think of a second set of swordsmanship that can have such power without the support of internal force.

As a father, Song Yuanqiao naturally knew that his son would never succumb to the character of being left behind, so that he would no longer practice this set of swordsmanship, and it would be difficult for him to reach the sky.

Song Yuanqiao had no choice but to say semi-compromisedly: "This matter ...... We'll talk about it later. "With him by his side, he will naturally not let Qingshu have a chance to make a move, so I hope to slow down the erosion of the already broken meridians by the cold qi in this set of swordsmanship.

Of course, what Song Yuanqiao didn't say was that when he heard that Qiao Heng insisted on practicing this set of swordsmanship, the first thing that came to his mind was the scene in the lion slaughter conference in the past.

On that day, Qingshu had betrayed Wudang, he fought with the beggar gang as a disciple of Emei, he was not very proficient in Emei's palm, and when he was about to lose, he unknowingly used Wudang's palm, and was so angry that the sixth brother Yin said angrily: "Song Qingshu! You are out of Wudang, how can you still use the kung fu of the Wudang faction to save your life? You don't want your father, why do you want the martial arts passed on by your father?"

Today, Qingshu really no longer uses Wudang's martial arts to fight the enemy, but he has no happiness in his heart.

......

Song Yuanqiao's internal strength is extremely strong, and his kung fu is unfathomable, plus he has been studying in retreat for the past two years, and his martial arts have reached a higher level. And Zhang Wuji's skills are not to mention, looking at the entire rivers and lakes, maybe except for Zhang Sanfeng, he can stop him, his strength is enough to be proud of all martial arts people.

With these two people here, this sudden group of Tartar cavalry, not to mention returning with a feather, even if they wanted to, they couldn't return, and they all folded under the hands of the two.

A massacre was quickly quelled, but paper could not contain the fire, since there were Tartars who could break in here, it proved that this was no longer the peach blossom paradise that once sheltered from the wind and rain, not to mention that the entire cavalry was folded here, and a thousand household officials died, and within ten days, someone above must have ordered a thorough investigation of the matter, and at that time, there would be a second team of Tartar soldiers here. And at that time, it may not be so coincidental, there are some of the best masters in the martial arts to help the villagers solve these tartars.

The village chief of Liujia Village understood this truth and immediately decided to relocate the village. Except for some villagers who were reluctant to leave their homeland, most of the villagers agreed. Relocating villages is not a trivial matter, and if it were in peacetime, it would be impossible, but if there was a major drought, famine, or war, the local officials would be afraid that they would not be able to manage it.

Now the only question is, where should they move to?

The Yuan soldiers in the outside world were arrogant and rampant, the rebel army was strong, the two sides clashed frequently, the slaughter was repeated, and the smoke and flames of war were continuous, they were all ordinary people, if they wanted to join the army, they would have left the village early, why wait until now and there was no movement? Therefore, they not only had to avoid the Yuan soldiers, but also to prevent being forcibly captured by the rebels to become soldiers, and finally they had to find a safe place to settle down.

But there are eggs under the nest, although the world is big, but is there really such a place where they can settle down?

However, the old village chief knows very well that no matter how difficult the road ahead is, he can't stick to Liujia Village, otherwise when the Tartars investigate in the future, they will only be left with the end of being slaughtered.

They can't stay, and Qiao Heng naturally can't stay either.

However, when the villagers of Liujia Village were preparing to relocate, he fell ill again.

Strictly speaking, he is not "again". Since his last illness, his body has not been completely well, and if it weren't for this, he wouldn't have changed it back after changing the lecture time in the school to a half-day system, and it was really his energy and body that he couldn't sustain.

Dugu Nine Swords, what is particular about only attacking and not defending, advancing and retreating. Although it is not limited by internal forces, it is already a great test for the body and energy alone.

On the surface, Qiao Heng used his swordsmanship easily, like a butterfly fluttering its wings, his clothes were in the wind, Xiao Shuxuan's gestures were natural, but this was only a superficial calm, every time he performed a swordsmanship, it was almost at the cost of squeezing vitality.

Zhang Wuji soaked a dry handkerchief in cold water and soaked it, then twisted the water slightly, folded it, and then gently covered Qiao Heng's forehead. After doing this, he sat down on the round stool beside the bed.

He saw that the young man on the bed had his eyes closed, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows had receded from the indifference that he had shown when he faced him alone, and sighed: "Senior Brother Song, you are only willing to give me a good face at this time." ”

He secretly regretted that he couldn't go directly to Senior Brother Song that day, Senior Brother saved his life, but he didn't lend a helping hand when the other party needed help the most, if Senior Brother was injured in the hands of Tartar, how could he still have the face to face Senior Brother and Senior Uncle, but the current situation, I'm afraid it is not much better than that situation.

He wished it were Min Min here, she was so smart, and with her guidance, his relationship with his senior brother would not become so stiff.

Qiao Heng tilted his head, and the wet cloth on his forehead slid down to the side of his neck.

Zhang Wuji stretched out his hand, wanting to pick up the cold handkerchief and put it back away.

The high fever made Qiao Heng's whole mind become groggy, and at the end of the day, the time spent in coma was much longer than the time in wake.

In every sense of the word, the neck is a vital part of a person. Qiao Heng suddenly opened his eyes when he noticed that someone had reached out to his neck.

These eyes are so clear that there is no drowsiness and confusion in the eyes of the sleeping person when he first wakes up.

Zhang Wuji folded the handkerchief again, and did not put it on Qiao Heng's forehead again, his eyes were full of apology and simplicity when he looked at Qiao Heng: "Senior brother, you woke up and just drank the medicine." ”

Qiao Heng opened his eyes slightly, and said lightly: "There is Senior Brother Lao." ”

Because of Song Yuanqiao, Qiao Heng no longer opened and closed his mouth to say "Sect Master Zhang", but politely called "junior brother", but how could Zhang Wuji not detect the alienation and coldness hidden under these two words. What else can he say, he can only admit it honestly.

Zhang Wuji felt a little sad in his heart, and he said: "Senior brother is too polite. ”

Coincidentally, Qiao Heng rarely sobered up for a while, and happened to catch up with the old village chief.

The old village chief came specifically for Qiao Heng this time, not for anything else, but for the relocation of the village. He is old and blind, but his heart is still bright. The teacher in the village who was forced to stay by him was by no means an ordinary person, and if the other party didn't say anything, he was happy to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

If you want to move the village this time, you might as well listen to the other party's opinion.

After Qiao Heng learned of his intention, he thought carefully for a moment. He had received a lot of favor in this village, and since the village chief had come to ask him, he would not even be able to help him with this little help.

After helping the village get rid of the team of Tartar soldiers, Zhang Wuji no longer avoided the people in the village, and frankly admitted that he was the fool A Man.

He sat on the sidelines, watching his senior brother obviously be sick and still give advice to others, with a trace of melancholy in his eyes.

If you want to move the village, in the past few years, you can only settle down in the sphere of influence of the famous factions in the rivers and lakes, and you can exchange for some stability.

First of all, it is necessary to eliminate Shaolin, which has been broken by Zhao Min and his people a long time ago. Mingjiao was also excluded, and most of the young and middle-aged people under Mingjiao were strong men brought in by the righteous army, and Henan Jiangbei Province was the place where the Mingjiao army and the Tartar soldiers faced each other, which was also not a good place to go. He combined the plot of the original work, as well as the historical trend in his memory, combined with geographical location, distance and other factors to eliminate one by one.

"My husband might as well go to Wudang, there are many residents who have moved from other places near Wudang, and people who are idle do not dare to act arbitrarily in the surrounding area of Wudang. ”

Qiao Heng didn't say whether he would go with them or not because he wouldn't go to Wudang. And he didn't want to go to Wudang, simply because of the bad debts left by the original owner of the body, if only from the perspective of safety, Wudang is indeed a good place to go.

After listening to his opinion, the old village chief was not happy but worried.

"The reputation of Wudang is prosperous, that is, the old man, who has not seen much of the world, has heard of it, and there are not a few people from all walks of life who are willing to take refuge in Wudang, and there are still places for us to settle around Wudang?"

Qiao Heng: "Old man doesn't need to worry too much, if you have any worries in your heart, you might as well ask that person." He said this in a flat tone, and then looked towards the door. He didn't want to talk about it, so he simply resorted to a trick to "lead the water to the east".

As he looked, he saw a middle-aged man with a slender figure and an elegant demeanor, but wearing a long sword, stepping through the door, it was the other person who helped the village to exterminate the Tartars that day.

The old village chief hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "The heroes came and went in a hurry that day, and the old man was unable to thank the heroes in person, which is a deep regret." I never thought that the two heroes were acquaintances of Mr. Qiao. ”

When Song Yuanqiao heard the phrase "Mr. Qiao", he couldn't help but sigh again in his heart. He gave a look at the old village chief and said, "Why should the old man be polite, hoeing the strong and helping the weak is my master's practice, and what I do is just a proper righteousness, not enough thanks." ”

When the old village chief heard him say this, he seemed to be a little flattered, and he asked: "Dare to ask the hero's surname, where is the teacher?"

Song Yuanqiao said unreservedly: "Under the master of Wudang." ”

The old village chief let out an "ah" in surprise.

Song Yuanqiao then said: "Don't give your surname Song." ”

Then he changed his words, looked at Qiao Heng, and said coldly: "Xiao'er has no form, he lied that his surname is Qiao, and he should have the same surname as me." ”