The pianist who wanted to make a move on Xu Mingyuan was smashed down the mountain by a straw shoe from Qingxuan, and there was no sound under the mountain, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

Xu Mingyuan looked up at the middle-aged swordsman, his face was slightly pale from blood loss, and his right hand was trembling constantly, but his eyes were still clear.

At this moment, Xu Mingyuan suddenly shouted, and the long sword stabbed upwards again.

"Bang!" With a bang, where the two swords intersected, the two sword qi that had been stalemate actually exploded directly, and in an instant, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the surrounding rain was even more empty.

The middle-aged swordsman's face changed, and he hurriedly jumped back, tapping his feet on the ground, and retreated to the thunderbolt-struck pine beside the path.

But before he could stand firm, Xu Mingyuan, who was not lightly injured under the explosion of the sword qi, had already shook his hand and threw the long sword in his hand out.

The sword came out of his hand, passing through the rain curtain, the sword body trembled slightly, because the speed was too fast, it actually made a buzzing sound, and where it passed, the rain was stagnant.

The middle-aged swordsman's face changed drastically, and the long sword in his hand headed towards the rushing Qingshuang, while trying to dodge his body to the side, wanting to avoid Xu Mingyuan's sword.

The sound of gold and iron clashing was accompanied by a wail.

The middle-aged swordsman's long sword hit the Qingshuang long sword, but it couldn't block Xu Mingyuan's Wentian sword.

The sword qi carried on the Qingshuang long sword actually directly cut the middle-aged swordsman's long sword into two parts, and then cut off his right hand holding the sword shoulder to shoulder, and the Qingshuang long sword was nailed to the pine, and only the hilt remained.

The middle-aged swordsman wailed, hurriedly picked up the broken arm on the ground, jumped directly off the stone floor, and ran down the mountain with a rolling belt.

Xu Mingyuan, who threw out the last sword, looked at the long sword that pierced Cangsong, grinned, and then his eyes turned black and he fell directly to the ground.

After practicing swords for a day, Xu Mingyuan was already physically exhausted, and the battle with the middle-aged swordsman who was facing each other for life and death cost him a lot of energy. The sword that was thrown out at the end, if it wasn't for the support of one breath, I am afraid that it would not be able to hit the middle-aged swordsman.

Qing Xuan touched the oil-paper umbrella out of nowhere, walked to Xu Mingyuan's side, squatted down and checked Xu Mingyuan's pulse, shook his head with a smile and said, "It's just a little blood, why did you faint." As he spoke, he actually got up and walked to the edge of the stone flat first, put on the straw sandals he had just thrown over, and then held an umbrella in one hand and carried Xu Mingyuan into the Taoist temple with the other.

Xu Mingyuan had a lot of injuries on his body, but they were not very serious injuries, most of them were skin injuries that had been cut by sword qi. Qingxuan helped him with some gold sore medicine, changed him into clean clothes, and took the wine gourd to the threshold to continue watching the rain.

The rain was still dripping, and without the sound of the piano, it seemed much more monotonous.

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The next morning, Xu Mingyuan, who was lying on the bed, woke up slowly, and just wanted to get up, but he felt a pain all over his body, as well as a tingling sensation from his right arm and left shoulder, and he lay down again. Yesterday, I was overexerted and suffered a lot of injuries, and my muscles were very sore.

Xu Mingyuan exhaled lightly twice, relieved the pain, turned his head to look at the strips of white cloth on his right arm and left shoulder, and the wounds on his body that had already formed bloody scabs. Thinking of yesterday's fight with the middle-aged swordsman, she couldn't help but be a little scared and a little excited.

But yesterday he was so engrossed in the fight with the middle-aged swordsman that he didn't know when the luthier would disappear, and he was still wondering if he would finally pick up the luthier when he passed out. However, since he was now lying in his room and the wounds on his body had been bandaged and treated, it should have been the master who had woken up and carried himself in.

However, after fighting with the middle-aged swordsman last night, Xu Mingyuan still remembers the matter of breaking through the realm of the three products clearly. That sword hanging Qingyun is infused with sword energy, so it can resist the sword of the middle-aged swordsman.

And then the Wentian sword directly cut off the middle-aged swordsman's long sword, and broke his arm with a sword. If it weren't for the fact that Xu Mingyuan had exhausted his strength at that time, he felt that he should be able to use that sword to ask the sky to take the life of the middle-aged swordsman.

On the long sword that came out of his hand, he could also have sword qi, which is probably also the magic of this sword. Generally, swordsmen are swordsman, and three feet in front of them are the place to attack, and who would think of throwing the sword in their hands out.

Yesterday's battle also made Xu Mingyuan clearly realize the power of this sword to ask the sky, if one day he can walk with a sword like Li Taibai and take people's heads with flying swords, how can walking in the rivers and lakes be described as chic.

After getting used to the soreness on his body for a while, Xu Mingyuan also sat up slowly on the bed, put on his shoes, put on a coat, and walked out of the house.

Most of the injuries he suffered yesterday were minor, he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his recovery from injuries is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and Qingxuan has dealt with him properly, and it is not a problem to get out of bed and walk.

Entering the main hall of the Taoist temple, Qing Xuanzheng was sitting cross-legged on the futon, heard Xu Mingyuan's voice, turned his head to look at Xu Mingyuan and said with a smile: "It's alive and kicking so soon." ”

Xu Mingyuan bared his teeth and said with a bitter face: "Master, you slept comfortably, I almost beat someone to death." You see I'm all in pain and hungry, so why don't you go get something to eat? ”

"I'm not hungry." Qingxuan said with a smile, and as he spoke, he took out a wine gourd from behind and poured it, and then there was a gurgling sound from nowhere.

Xu Mingyuan rolled his eyes and walked towards the outside of the hall. With his master's temperament, if he is allowed to cook, it is better to be hungry.

The sun had risen, and the sky was clearer and clearer after being washed by the rain, and it was another sunny day.

The rain on the stone flat had dried up, and the blood had been washed away by the pouring rain, except for the green frost long sword that was still pierced in the pine, and the long sword that was broken in two on the ground, there was no trace of the fierce battle last night.

As soon as Xu Mingyuan stepped out of the threshold, the two of them walked up from the trail one after another, it was the white-haired Zeng Fuzi and Zeng Qingyi, who followed him with a piano and a food box.

Xu Mingyuan hurriedly bowed slightly to Master Zeng, and said with some doubts: "Master, why are you here." ”

Zeng Fuzi looked at Xu Mingyuan, whose face was still a little pale, and the injury on his chest with his collar open, and couldn't help frowning slightly: "Mingyuan, what's wrong with you?" ”

Zeng Qingyi, who was dressed in lilac, also stood up from behind Zeng's master, looked up and down, and made sure that Xu Mingyuan was fine, so he handed the broken strings of the piano in his hand forward, looked at Xu Mingyuan and asked with some confusion: "This piano was picked up on the trail." Stupid Mingyuan, what's wrong with you, could it be that someone came to the mountain to fight with you last night? It can't be the six monsters of southern Sichuan that we met on the street last time. ”

Xu Mingyuan shook his head with a smile at Master Zeng and said, "Master, I'm fine, I'll be fine in two days, my master is inside, and I was still talking about playing chess with you yesterday." He glanced at Zeng Qingyi again and signaled her not to speak yet.

Seeing this, Master Zeng nodded with a smile, turned his head to Zeng Qingyi and said, "Qingyi, you take out what Mingyuan eats, and I'll take the rest for that old thing." ”

Zeng Qingyi answered, took out half of the roast chicken and two roast cakes in the food box, and then handed the food box to the master.

Zeng Fuzi took the food box, hesitated for a moment, but still looked at Xu Mingyuan and said, "Mingyuan, yesterday's incident, I feel uncomfortable." ”

Xu Mingyuan took the baked cake handed by Zeng Qingyi, nodded with a smile and said, "Master, if you want to say something pleasant, it must be a lie to you." However, since the political leader of Sun Xue is so deliberately embarrassed, I am afraid that the result of this college examination cannot be changed. But since I can get the first place in the college exam, and in the township exam a month later, I believe that I will definitely be able to make the list. ”

"Okay, if you win the Yuan again in a month, I want to see who dares to do anything on it." Zeng Fuzi nodded with a smile and entered the Taoist temple with the food box.

Xu Mingyuan took the baked cake and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it. I didn't eat for a day yesterday, and the consumption was so great, I was already hungry. walked to the pine, stretched out his foot and kicked the broken sword aside, and then sat directly on the square bluestone under the pine, holding the baked cake is a gobble up.

Zeng Qingyi stood in front of Xu Mingyuan, threw the piano in his hand aside, watched Xu Mingyuan eat a cake, and handed him another one.

After the two baked cakes were in his stomach, Xu Mingyuan felt a little warm in his stomach, took the half roast chicken handed by Zeng Qingyi, looked at Zeng Qingyi and said with a smile: "Why are you here, shouldn't the academy have classes today?" ”

"That's when they're going to class, and I decided not to go in the future, anyway, I can recite the things that the teaching and learning talk about over and over again with my eyes closed, and I can just look for it in the library if I want to read books in the future." Zeng Qingyi shook his head and said, then pointed to the qin and the broken sword and asked, "By the way, what's going on?" Looking at you like this, although it is not a big deal, it doesn't look like you fell out of the house. ”

"You can help me pull out the green frost first, I'm so powerless." Xu Mingyuan pointed to Qingshuang, who had pierced Cangsong on his head, leaving only the hilt of the sword outside.

Zeng Qingyi rolled her eyes, stretched out her hand, pulled out the sharp green frost, held it in her hand, looked at Xu Mingyuan, who was gnawing on the chicken leg, and threatened: "If you don't say it again, I'm going to beat you." ”

"It was a stormy night, lightning and thunder, I was looking up at the stars at night, suddenly out of nowhere came a piano sound, two people came down the mountain road, a swordsman, a luthier." Xu Mingyuan was holding a half-eaten roast chicken in one hand, and he had already entered the state of storytelling.

"Didn't you say that the wind and rain are coming, where are the stars for you to see?" He interrupted mercilessly.

Xu Mingyuan's face turned red, he coughed dryly twice, and continued to exaggerate and associate what happened yesterday, turning last night's fight into an earth-shattering battle. However, Xu Mingyuan didn't say that he had broken through the third grade, and he still thought that when he was injured, he could take advantage of Zeng Qingyi's unpreparedness to defeat her once.

"You're already in the third grade." Xu Mingyuan was still thinking about how to celebrate when he defeated Zeng Qingyi next time, Zeng Qingyi had already spoken.

"Hmm. What the? Xu Mingyuan's eyes widened, and he looked at Zeng Qingyi in surprise and asked, "How do you know?" ”

Zeng Qingyi held his forehead with his hand, pointed to the broken sword on the ground and said, "Isn't it a three-grade sword qi to break gold, otherwise, with your strength, how can you beat that swordsman." ”