When everyone accepts apprentices, they don't care about what his specific cultivation is, how much combat power he can have, the key lies in his talent, and talent is the key to inheritance.

Qin Ping's eyes slowly lit up, this "martial arts" actually represents the talent of martial arts, this level should not be to defeat the opponent again and again, but to learn the swordsmanship of this sword cultivation.

Qin Ping sighed helplessly, he woke up too late, if he had woken up earlier, he would have been able to pass this level a long time ago.

Jian Xiu was reborn again, Qin Ping did not kill him in a hurry, but fought with him, analyzing and learning every one of his swordsmanship, Jian Xiu was slowly improving his strength in the process of fighting, and now he has been promoted to the cultivation of Zhongsheng, and the cultivation of Zhongsheng plus this exquisite swordsmanship, Qin Ping also has to use all his strength to barely support.

Qin Ping quickly learned this set of swordsmanship, so he used the swordsmanship he had just learned to fight with the sword cultivator, with a faster speed, Qin Ping found an opportunity, slashed the sword with a sword, and killed the sword cultivator immediately.

Jian Xiu turned into smoke and scattered, but the nightmare was not over, the smoke quickly gathered again, and Jian Xiu was reborn.

Qin Ping's eyes flashed wildly, and he confirmed that he had completely learned this set of swordsmanship, but the enemy was reborn again, which made him fall into deep thought, if it was not enough to learn swordsmanship, then how could it be?

Is it to find out how to crack this set of swordsmanship on the basis of this set of swordsmanship!

Qin Ping smiled slightly, looking at the immortal sword cultivator who rushed over, but his body shook, the sword led people away, and fought with the sword cultivator, and when the sword cultivator showed one of the slashing skills, Qin Ping turned sideways slightly, dodged the opponent's extremely powerful sword, and sent the silver iron sword in his hand into the heart of the sword cultivator.

This time, the sword cultivator did not immediately turn into smoke and dissipate, but slowly shrunk and condensed, turning into a light cluster, Qin Ping stepped forward, and the light cluster flew into Qin Ping's mind.

Qin Ping had a set of swordsmanship in his mind, called Guizong, which was much more subtle than the set of swordsmanship used by the immortal sword cultivator just now, like a complete version of that set of swordsmanship, Qin Ping seriously experienced it, verified it with his own experience, and also gained something.

"The Ancient Emperor is worthy of a generation of Tianjiao, and the swordsmanship he has appreciated is extremely exquisite, which can inspire me. Qin Ping also admired the Ancient Yuan Emperor in his heart.

Qin Ping didn't delay any longer and continued to walk forward.

The bluestone slab road has been extended, and a stream of water vapor gradually fills the air, and a corridor has been erected on the bluestone slab road, with bursts of floral fragrance on the left, and fish playing in the water on the right, and the light rain is dripping down, when this familiar scene appears in front of him, Qin Ping slowed down and seemed to dare not move forward, unwilling to face it.

The figure holding an oil-paper umbrella stood next to the flower, plucked a flower with a slender jade hand, and sniffed it at the tip of his nose, as if he was intoxicated by it.

The coveted figure, the beautiful woman who is willing to break your bones, the face that makes the sun dim when it appears, how can you forget, how dare you forget.

Acacia turns into tears, long and long, the sea is like a heart, surging.

Qin Ping involuntarily took two steps forward, the shadow seemed to hear the voice, slowly put down the flower in his hand, and slowly turned around, revealing a beautiful side face. The two bends seem to be frowning and not frowning, and a pair of eyes that seem to be happy but not happy. ①

It seems that something explodes from the heart, slowly melting the frozen heart, it is her, it is her, it is the one you think about day and night and never see again.

"Is that you, Ping? Come here, this flower is fragrant, you can smell it too." She raised the flower in her hand and stretched it out in the direction of Qin Ping, the smile on her face and the joy she revealed no longer touched Qin Ping's heart all the time.

Qin Ping restrained himself from sobbing, standing motionless in place, in front of him was the person he thought about day and night, Qin Ping was afraid that he would never come back if he took that step, so he never wanted to wake up again.

"Ping, why don't you come?" her hand holding the flower slowly drooped, as if she had no strength to lift it, tears were dotted, and she gasped slightly. (1) "Why?"

How can you refuse her, how can you make her disappointed and sad, who said that she will no longer suffer a trace of grievances, who said that she will stand by her side no matter when and never give up.

Qin Ping's brows were furrowed, his heart was like a knife, and he couldn't even speak.

Even if it's a sweet dream, I have said that I don't want to wake up, but how can I give up everything real and live in my own fantasy, and live in the fantasy that she doesn't want you to stay in.

Qin Ping's muscles were bursting, his face was full of tears, he gritted his teeth fiercely, his fists were clenched, and his nails were pierced into the flesh, as if the pain in his body could ease the pain in his heart a little.

Qin Ping finally looked up at her, the person who thought about it day and night did not walk towards her, but staggered step by step but firmly walked on the bluestone slab, slowly passed, and then moved away.

"You, don't you care about me?" a heartbroken voice came from behind him,

Qin Ping didn't look back, he didn't dare to look back.

Who gave him direction in his most confused years, who gave him vanity when he was most desperate, who held his hand in the endless darkness and did not let him get lost, who made him miss in the years of ten thousand years.

The ghost fire of the Nine Shadows burned brightly, and the endless darkness shrouded him, bearing the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, and the pain of torn body and mind.

Can't turn back, can't turn back, that's not her, that's not her.

Qin Ping's tear-filled purple pupils trembled and lit up, "Purple Qi is coming from the east, now!" Qin Ping whimpered in tears.

The verandah is gone, the pond is gone, the fragrance of flowers is gone, the light rain is gone, and she, too, is gone.

Qin Ping suddenly fell to the ground, his eyes lost focus, his heart lost direction, and even seemed to have lost the hope of life and the desire to live.

Qin Ping's suppressed cry was instantly amplified, as if the sorrow that had been suppressed for thousands of years was about to cry out at this moment, the voice was far away, faint, echoing back and forth in the space.

After thousands of years, who understands his sorrow, who understands his pain, who can make him confide, who can free him?

The vast and vast loneliness enveloped Qin Ping's lonely body, and this Xuanzu Emperor, who was reborn after 10,000 years, looked so fragile, like a homeless beggar who had lost everything, and he didn't even keep the last piece of food in his hand, and finally lost everything.

Of course Qin Ping knew that it was an illusion, he knew it from the first moment, he just didn't want to wake up.

Qin Ping gradually stopped his gushing emotions, reached out to wipe the tears on his face, his eyes slowly became firm, he swayed to his feet, and walked forward firmly along the bluestone road step by step.