Qinglian's expression was slightly stunned, and her mind turned around in an instant, revealing a clear look.

I know that the martial arts master in front of me is a knowledgeable person, and it is estimated that he has seen through the hidden boss behind him from the thirteen basic swordsmanship styles he has practiced, so he is only complimentary.

It's just this sword...... In the world of consciousness, he set his eyes on Li Bai, who was still drinking.

Didn't speak.

But Li Bai knew that he was asking for his own opinion, whether to accept it.

Although he did like this sword like autumn water.

Li Bai couldn't help but smile, for other things, this kid has always been arbitrary, and he only has the right to suggest, never the right to decide.

But for matters involving herself, Qinglian has never let him down.

Respect the teacher, do a good job.

So he said, "Since he is willing to make amends, then you can take it, anyway, it's not a big deal." ”

Although this sword is at most slightly stronger than the Qinggang sword he used to make his debut, according to the system rating, he can't even touch the edge of the B-grade, let alone compare with Wangshu and the four seasons.

But for Qinglian, it is still a rare sword at this stage.

After all, he doesn't have a system like himself.

Moreover, now Qinglian already has the realm of a martial arts grandmaster, if he is temporarily possessed, the strength he can exert is at least the realm of the Holy Dao, and at the moment, this martial arts grandmaster is far from being able to make him fearful.

Qinglian said solemnly: "Okay, then I'll accept it." ”

"Dad, you!" Yang Xin still wanted to say something, but Xu Mei pulled his sleeves and lowered his head in a dejected manner, "The sword is matched with a hero, and the autumn water falls into the hands of this little brother, and it is not dusty." ”

is unwilling, and all of them are buried in the bottom of my heart.

No way, this is the rivers and lakes.

People are good, free, unrestrained, childhood sweethearts, fighting swords, not limited to the laws of the court.

Freedom, sometimes also represents a more naked predation of the weak, and although the rules are used to restrain the weak in most cases, they also restrict the arbitrary harvesting of the strong.

Obviously, for a swordsman who is at least a sage, or maybe even a human immortal, their Gutan Sword Sect is like fish and meat on the board, and they can't even set off the waves of resistance.

Yang Wucheng was also secretly in pain, but his mind also turned very quickly, and he immediately realized that this was an opportunity to make friends with the kendo genius in front of him and even the big guy behind him, and took advantage of the situation.

"This little brother, looking at your swordsmanship, it is simply exquisite, so that the old man can feel that his mouth is suddenly open at a glance. Dare to ask where the teacher came from, and if the three of us are fortunate enough to meet the Venerable Master, we can thank you in person?"

Qinglian was silent for a moment, shook her head and said, "My master doesn't want to see you,"

Yang Xin felt a look of anger in his heart, thinking that we have all presented such a sword, you don't even report it, this appearance is too ugly!

Xu Mei was also full of disappointment, thinking that if she met that senior, she might be able to win some favor with her good looks, and even change her door and worship that person.

Although she also knows that this is unrealistic, who doesn't have a YY?

Yang Xin learned to be smart this time, and said in his heart, could it be that the sword dao powerhouse who is suspected of being an immortal has been watching here?

He set his eyes on his father, only to see that Yang Wucheng was actually sweating profusely at the moment, his body was stiff, and his voice was respectful to the extreme: "Since the seniors don't want to meet us, we naturally don't dare to bother." ”

He turned around and led them by the head and did not go out of the door without looking back.

"Daddy?"

"Master?"

After walking a long way, seeing that Yang Wucheng's footsteps gradually slowed down, the two of them cast inquiring eyes.

Yang Wucheng said with a solemn expression: "I felt that person's gaze, if I had doubts before, now that I think about it, even when my father went to the Ten Thousand Swords Villa to meet the Ten Thousand Swords Sage, he didn't feel such a might." ”

"Human Immortals!" he said firmly, "The master behind this little boy must be a human immortal powerhouse!"

The two of them suddenly gasped, the strong human immortals have always seen the head and the tail, and in the minds of the people in the martial arts, they are no different from the real immortals, but they didn't expect to see such a person here.

"No wonder he actually became a martial arts master at such a young age. Yang Xin had already extinguished the pride in his heart, and said with a wry smile, "It's not comparable." ”

......

This episode did not change Qinglian's life.

He continued to practice his sword.

Only this time, he began to use the Qiushui Sword, the Great Wall was about to usher in a bloody battle, and there were no eggs under the nest, and he had to familiarize himself with the weapon in his hand as soon as possible.

With this use, Qinglian found that this Qiushui sword was indeed much stronger than the ordinary iron sword in her hand, not only was the blade sharper, but it could be made immediately, and the weight did not increase much, and it was very labor-saving to wield.

If the internal breath is infused and the inscription is urged, the Qiushui Sword will become stronger and have the power of armor piercing.

That night, Zhao Rui did not come back, but only asked someone to bring a message, explaining that he would live in the city and the barracks in the past few days, and would not come back, and the money was stored in such and such a place, and he was asked to take good care of himself.

Qinglian had no accident, after the end of the practice, just wanted to go to bed, suddenly looked dazed, and pointed like a sword, a clip, directly clamped a flying knife, and there was a piece of cloth hanging behind the handle.

It reads: "The old man is Mingcheng, and the north looks at the slope." ”

Qinglian's face changed slightly.

Beiwangpo is the place where Zhao Mingcheng and other horse thieves were entrenched.

The old man is Mingcheng?

Could it be that Uncle Ming Cheng ...... Aren't you dead?!

With deep doubts, Qinglian jumped up vigorously, pushed open the window, and could only see a black shadow quickly disappearing, weighed it, and felt that it was difficult to recover, so with full doubts, she turned off the lights and fell asleep.

......

Early the next morning, he packed his bags, prepared dry food and water bags, and after pressing a message to Zhao Rui on the table, he took the Qiushui sword on his back, found a low city wall, and jumped out directly.

Although the Great War is about to start and the Great Wall has been banned, for these high-ranking martial arts masters, the moat is no different from the path.

When she reached the desert, Qinglian took a direct step, and suddenly like a gust of wind, it raged by, and the dust behind her was raised.

The speed of the martial arts master galloping is even faster than that of a thousand thousand horses, and the internal breath in the body is self-contained, if it is not for a fierce battle, it is difficult to feel tired, so Qinglian's feet are fast.

In just one day, he returned to Beiwangpo, where he had lived for three years.

Qinglian walked in the scorched black and dilapidated camp, after the thieves of Beiwangpo were defeated, this place was not occupied by the black mountain bandits, but it was very deserted, which was completely different from the past.

Even the blackened wood was cut out of usable space and pulled away by nearby villagers, either as firewood or as beams.

All that remained was the ruins of the rammed earth.

Looking at the grass and trees here, Qinglian looked slightly stunned, and he remembered again the scene when Uncle Ma Liu let himself ride on his neck, galloping in the stockade, and laughing heartily.

Ma Lao Liu is the most vicious bandit in the village, doing all kinds of evil, but he sincerely treats him as an heir, and most of the rest are like this.

It's hard to imagine that these fierce horse thieves could do this.

Perhaps, this is called - there is a tiger in the heart, sniffing the rose?

Suddenly, Qinglian's expression froze, and on the hillside in front of him, a man in a green shirt and an iron sword was looking at him with a smile at this moment, and his appearance, as five years ago, had not changed at all.

He jumped up, moved vigorously, and came directly in front of him.

He forcibly suppressed the surprise in his heart and said, "Uncle Ming Cheng, you are not dead!"

Zhao Mingcheng touched his head with a smile: "Not only did he not die, but he was also blessed by misfortune." Thanks to the attention of the Beiyi Turkic Khan, you, Uncle Zhao, and I have now stepped into the realm of martial arts grandmasters with half a foot...... You kid, I haven't seen you in five years, and you actually jumped so high!"

Qinglian's face changed slightly, and she asked, "Uncle Mingcheng, what happened in the first place?"

Zhao Mingcheng smiled bitterly: "In the world of horse thieves, the big fish eat the small fish, and the small fish eat the shrimp, the leader will not care about these little things, and the Black Mountain thieves are stronger than us, so we only have two ways, one is to die, but to defect to them." ”

"But I can defect to them, my brothers are all outsiders, there are more monks and less porridge, they will definitely be excluded, even if they don't die, they will live a bad life, so I am naturally unwilling to be tied up. ”

"But the enemy is strong, although the brothers fought bloodily, in the end only me and the sixth brother fought a bloody way, but the sixth was too seriously injured, in the end, I couldn't survive, and then I defected to the Turkic Khan King Ashina Helu, determined to take revenge. ”

"The King of Khan also valued me very much, cultivated me vigorously, and gave me the secret book of martial arts, gold and silver of the singer. Now, he has secretly entrusted me with a great task, that is, to build a nation!"

Speaking of the last two words, Zhao Mingcheng's face turned red, and he clenched his fists excitedly.

"Xiaobai, join us, with your demonic qualifications of breaking the realm of martial arts grandmasters at the age of eight, we can elect you as the king of the new country, we can hold a court and set up an account, and tear the earth as the king, the Turkic king Ashina Helu has promised us support, as long as we subdue more horse thieves, when the time comes, we will also be famous for eternity!"

Qinglian clenched her fists, and the face of the person in front of her did not change much, but it just looked like he was so strange for a moment.

He suppressed the anger in his heart and asked coldly, "What about the sixth uncle's hatred?"

The smile on Zhao Mingcheng's face froze: "They ...... Naturally, revenge is to be avenged, but now, the Montenegrin thieves have also defected to the Khan King, and the Montenegrin leader has become a colleague with me......"

Qinglian's expression was cold: "So what?"

Zhao Mingcheng sneered: "Don't worry. As long as we are strong enough, strong enough to destroy the Black Mountain bandits, and we will not anger the Khan King, we can take revenge. I think with you on board, that day will come soon. ”

Qinglian looked at Zhao Mingcheng coldly and said, "Uncle Mingcheng, you disappointed me. ”

"For five years, I have been thinking about avenging you day and night, but now it seems that I am no longer needed. ”

Zhao Mingcheng said excitedly: "No, I need you!"

He knew very well how terrifying a young Grandmaster was for such a young man, and when he came later, he would definitely be able to afford the martial arts foundation he wanted to establish and suppress the national fortune for hundreds of years.

Qinglian smiled, turned around freely, and in an instant seemed to have unloaded a thousand burdens.

Zhao Mingcheng wanted to chase, but a sword aura suddenly appeared under his feet, and in an instant, a deep ravine was left on the ground.

"The Tao is different, and they do not conspire with each other. ”

Turn around, that is, farewell.