In the burning camp, corpses were everywhere, and the pungent smell of blood was made even more terrible in the flames, rushing straight to the nostrils, making people almost unable to breathe.

In the flickering firelight, the mountain ghost held the book and looked at the Northern Dynasty man who was kneeling in front of him, trembling with fear.

He sighed, pointed to the words, and said to the frightened fellow:

"I know how to read these words, and I can write them roughly, but I don't know what they mean when they are connected."

"How you pronounce these words, can you remember them?"

The mountain ghost said a word to the frightened Northern Dynasty people.

That posture is like the posture when Qingqing taught him to read.

In the face of the mountain ghost's inquiry, the guy who escaped death nodded again and again, knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing to the mountain ghost, saying:

"Hero, I remember."

"Well, just remember."

Gongsun Yu took a step back, put away the book, and held the hilt of the sword behind him with his left hand.

The creature on his knees knew that he was going to die, so he howled, turned and rushed out, staggering and trying to avoid death.

But...

"Whoosh"

The wind blows from behind.

He lowered his head in astonishment, and saw a strangely shaped black sword, piercing through the back of the heart and out of the chest.

Blood dripped down the blade of the sword, dripping to the ground, and he felt all the strength of his body drained away, and his body fell limply into the burning camp.

As he was dying, he saw the mountain ghost standing beside him, and said to him in a serious tone:

"Go down to the underworld, find a knowledgeable soul, and help me ask the meaning of these words."

"It would be better if you turned into a ghost and asked me for your life, so come, and bring me what I want to know."

After executing the last thief of the Northern Dynasty, the mountain ghost put away his sword and was about to leave this land of death.

But after taking a few steps, the mountain ghost stopped again.

He looked back at the axe-wielder he had been killed, tilted his head in thought, and stepped forward to untie a delicate hidden weapon bracelet from the corpse's wrist.

He picked up the two blood-stained axes under his feet and looked at them.

If he remembered correctly, Shen Qiu had been practicing martial arts recently, and it seemed that he had just practiced an axe, and the mountain ghost looked at it by the light of the fire.

These two axes are not heavy to start with, about 1 or 2 catties.

It has a double blade, one is large, the other is small, the handle is quite short, it is held in the hand, the balance is excellent, and it can also be used as a flying axe.

It is cold in the firelight, and it is a good killing weapon at first glance.

It's just that Shen Qiu's 16-year-old small body doesn't know if he can afford to dance these two axes.

Thinking that he and Shen Qiu still had an agreement, it was almost impossible for the ignorant person to catch his sword.

But he has a divine weapon in his hand, and this black sword has been cut through gold and jade since he picked it up, and he has not been defeated.

Letting Shen Qiu take a wood-chopping axe to catch his own sword is too bullying.

The mountain ghost narrowed his eyes.

He didn't want to take advantage of Shen Qiu, that guy also taught him to read and practice calligraphy, and in his memory, when he was a child, the master in the village said something about a gentleman or something.

He may not be a gentleman, but...

A moment later, Gongsun Yu pulled out a horse from the forest, one of several warhorses that had fled in the chaos.

He put two axes, rice and food he had found from the camp, and spare clothing in his pocket, turned on his horse, grabbed the reins, and soon disappeared into the night.

This time, it has been 5 days since he left home, and the thieves of the Northern Dynasty have also retreated.

It's time to go home.

As the night passed, in the early hours of the morning, more than a dozen men in black gathered in the burned camp, and the Lord Dutong, who was holding a single knife, squatted on the ground, and in front of him was the corpse of his confidant.

But it has been incinerated, and no valuable clues can be found.

"Enter his mother!"

Lord Tutong scolded in a low voice.

He was upset.

This group was not the first group to be attacked by mountain ghosts, and they had already sent additional men to avoid being slaughtered by mountain ghosts when they were smaller.

But even if the person who has doubled it, in the face of the elusive ghost in the mountains, he still failed miserably?

The people behind Du Tong looked at each other, and it was not the first time that they had come to collect the bodies of their companions.

It has been almost half a month since I was looking for the relics of the immortal family, and there are more than 40 people who died tragically in Taihang Mountain.

This terrifying loss rate has already made the black-clothed guards have the intention of retreating.

In the final analysis, they are the henchmen of the Northern Dynasty, and even if they want to die, they should die in the war with the Southern Dynasty.

In order to pass the order of the wizard master, for a vain and beautiful immortal relic, he came to Taihang to die.

It's not worth it.

Du Tong stood up, made a gesture, and immediately someone stepped forward to collect the body for his companion.

He also seemed to sense the thoughts of his subordinates behind him, and he closed his eyes, folded his hands behind his back, pondered for a moment, and then made up his mind.

"Three more days! If nothing comes of it, we withdraw from the mountain. ”

Lord Totong wore a mask and couldn't see his face, but his tone was extremely cold.

"We have sacrificed our lives for this Laoshizi relic here, and more than 40 good men's lives are buried in this Taihang Mountain, presumably even if the national teacher is stubborn, he should be satisfied."

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Shen Qiu was in a dream.

He's fighting the mountain ghost phantom.

Of course, to say that it is "confrontation" is a bit too exalting Shen Qiu.

It's just a matter of death.

Even if his true qi exploded, he couldn't hurt the mountain ghost with an extremely strange pace, and every time the other party took out his sword, he fell.

Doing this twice in a row is a bit discouraging.

But Shen Qiu was not without gains.

He stared at the phantom of the mountain ghost in front of him, which was already faint to the extreme, and his mind was full of memories of the first two mountain ghosts swinging his sword, he took a deep breath and stepped forward with a chopping axe.

The mountain ghosts were alarmed.

Gongsun Yu took two steps forward like a ghost, raised his left hand, and the autumn breeze was blowing...

Now is the time!

Shen Qiu lowered his body, narrowly dodged the trajectory of the sword blade slipping, and used a wood-chopping axe in front of him when he turned around.

"Bell"

With a crisp sound, Shen Qiu was knocked back a few steps, the mountain ghost scurried like a ghost, falling into his side, the second sword attacked, Shen Qiu did not dodge or dodge, and let the blade of the sword cross his neck.

The phantom of the mountain ghost quietly dispersed between the swings of the sword.

Shen Qiu died.

But he also blocked the first sword of the mountain ghost, which reached an agreement with Gongsun Yu.

Shen Qiu was a little clever.

After fighting the mountain ghost phantom six times before and after, he noticed that although the mountain ghost has a ghostly body and excellent swordsmanship, his starting style with the sword is very fixed.

It is always the left hand that raises the sword and slashes downward.

Six battles, all six times.

Or, the mountain ghost learned the swordsmanship to death and didn't know how to be flexible, but judging from Gongsun Yu's neat and tidy killing force, this is unlikely.

So, the mountain ghost should just become a habit.

Human habits are terrible.

Without external intervention, the habits that have been cultivated for a long time will not change suddenly, and in addition, the mountain ghost is still a left-hander.

Ordinary people use swords, and they all hold swords in their right hands.

Shen Qiu had already discovered this when he saw the mountain ghost for the first time, and of course, it was not ruled out that the mountain ghost's swordsmanship was a left-handed sword.

Listening to Qingqing, there are also left-handed swordsmanship in the rivers and lakes, and they are generally more powerful than right-handed swordsmanship.

"I made a mistake, I should have carefully observed his movements with chopsticks."

Shen Qiu patted his head.

It's too late to regret it now, and the mountain ghost should be back in the next few days, and that's when it's time to fulfill the contract.

"Senior brother, senior brother, hurry up! Don't sleep! ”

Just as Shen Qiu was thinking, Qingqing's gleeful screams woke him up from his sleep.

Shen Qiu looked away, and saw Qingqing raising her left hand proudly, and on her slender wrist, a delicate black bracelet was being buckled, with a launch port, and you could see things like machine springs.

"Look! The mountain ghost brother brought me a gift, saying that it was for my self-defense. ”

The Qingqing girl pointed to the door and said to Shen Qiu:

"He also brought you a weapon."

"Oh?"

Shen Qiu blinked in surprise, did he and the mountain ghosts have a good relationship enough to give gifts to each other?

This is, the Raiders have passed 50%?

Under Qingqing's urging, Shen Qiu got out of bed, put on his shoes, and walked out of the door, and saw a black horse tied to it on the hillside, and the mountain ghost was sitting on a chair next to him reading a book.

At his feet lay bags of rice, some fruit, a few black robes, and two hand axes.

"Yo, this trip has been very fruitful."

Shen Qiu smiled and walked towards the mountain ghost.

The latter glanced up at him, picked up the book, pointed to the circled words on the page, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"What do these words mean?"

"Well, let me see."

Shen Qiu took the book, the book had obviously been read many times, the wrinkles were obvious, he looked at the words circled by the mountain ghost, and he said:

"Daoqi Chengying?"

Shen Qiu's gaze jumped suddenly, and then landed on the black long sword in the mountain ghost's hand.

He thought for a moment and explained:

"Chengying, it should be the name of a sword, I heard that Chengying is one of the ancient famous swords, it is said that when the sword is formed, Jiao divides Chengying, and the geese forget to return, so it is named Chengying."

This is Shen Qiu's modern memory, and things like the top ten famous swords in modern society have long been flooded.

He said from memory:

"It is said that when the shadow is waved, there is only a sword shadow and no sword light, there is a shadow and an invisible shadow, it is the sword of the assassin, and the Taoist weapon should refer to the Taoist thing, describing it as quite aura, or quite Taoist."

As Shen Qiu spoke, he saw that the gaze of the mountain ghost also fell on the black sword in his hand, and when he raised his head, he happened to meet Shen Qiu's smiling eyes.

The mountain ghost turned his head sharply, as if some secret had been discovered.

This action made the corners of Shen Qiu's mouth smile, but it disappeared in a flash.

He guessed right.

When the mountain ghost is studying, it seems that he is also exploring a certain secret by himself, and that secret should be related to the sword in his hand.

"Well, it's midnight tonight."

Shen Qiu secretly glanced at Qingqing, who was not far behind him, playing with the delicate hidden weapon in his hand, he lowered his voice, put his left hand on the shoulder of the mountain ghost, and said softly:

"I'll go to the appointment."

"Huh?"

The mountain ghost raised his head and looked at Shen Qiu, and after a moment, he said in a dumb voice:

"If you can't hide, you'll die!"

"That's my business."

Shen Qiu grabbed the hand axe in his hand and swung it twice, he said to the mountain ghost:

"If I die, you will send Qingqing back to Suzhou for me, how about it?"

The mountain ghost no longer paid attention to Shen Qiu, he looked at the book, and after a few seconds, said softly:

"Yes."

Having received the mountain ghost's assurance, Shen Qiu grabbed two hand axes and walked towards his house with the thing.

The two axes fit well, but for a 16-year-old boy who is still growing his body, it is still a bit heavy, and wielding it for a long time will definitely quickly exhaust his strength.

If it weren't for Shen Qiu's past few days, in addition to practicing, he had been focusing on boiling his strength, and with the blessing of his true qi, I am afraid that dancing for one minute would have been enough to exhaust him.

After all, the axe is a weapon that has been unusable to non-fierce generals since ancient times.

But with two axes, the eighteenth style of the Black Wind Axe that had finally been handed down by Lu Unruly had a real use, and Shen Qiu no longer needed to hold the axe in one hand and pinch it in the other.

Speaking of which, it's no wonder that when these knights dance swords, they always have to pinch a sword trick or something.

He also realized in actual combat that when he was fighting, he was flying with one hand and didn't know what to do with the other empty, which was really embarrassing.

Shen Qiu held the two hand axes, closed the door, lay on the bed, and fell asleep again.

In his dream, the apparition of the mountain ghost had taken shape again.

Before midnight tonight, he still has three more chances to experience the mountain ghost swordsmanship, and I hope that guy doesn't have a sudden epiphany when he goes down the mountain this time, so he can change the starting style of swordsmanship.

That night, after Qingqing fell asleep with the gift given by the mountain ghost brother, Shen Qiu washed his face with cold water, carried two axes, and walked to the top of the hillside in the starry sky.

The mountain ghost was already waiting for him there.

The night breeze was fluttering, and by the moonlight, the mountain ghost could be seen standing on the hillside, with his back to Shen Qiu, as if looking into the distance.

He has a ghost face on his face, black hair flying behind him, and a sword in his left hand.

Under the moonlight, the black long sword seemed to be as if it had no blade, only a sword shadow that was darker than the night flowed.

Dao instrument Chengying.

Shen Qiu didn't know where this sword came from, but judging from his previous experience, this black sword with a unique appearance was by no means an ordinary thing.

This Taihang Mountain ghost is also a person with great adventures.

"You're here."

"Hmm."

"I don't think you're supposed to come, and you shouldn't be."

"I have my reasons."

"Reason? Is it more important than life? ”

"If you don't get rid of the heart barrier, I'm afraid that life is better than death."

"Heart disorder? What does the demon mean? Am I your inner demon? ”

"No, you're not."

Shen Qiu clenched the sharp axe in his hand, and said:

"But you can help me get rid of my heart barrier."

The mountain ghost stopped talking.

He looked at Shen Qiu in front of him, this person was standing in a strange posture, unstable under the plate, his arms were weak, his breath was floating, and his body was full of flaws.

But compared to when he first saw Shen Qiu, it was like a world away.

At that time, Shen Qiu was just a waste who didn't know martial arts.

But today, he is a warrior.

Even if he is just getting started, he really has an aura that can only be experienced by life and death, and those eyes are already brighter than when they first met.

It's like a candle lit.

Although the flame is weak, it can always illuminate a ray of darkness.

How long has it been?

It's not half a month... In this world, is there really such a good martial artist?

"Let's get in!"

Shen Qiu roared, mobilized his true qi, swung his double axe, and rushed towards the mountain ghost flying in the corner of his clothes, the latter did not dodge or dodge, and when Shen Qiu stepped into the two-step sword circle, the mountain ghost raised his left hand.

Diagonal Slash!

The autumn wind blows, and the grass swayes.

The mountain ghost had seen such a scene countless times, and there was no turmoil in his heart for a long time, he had already seen the scene where Shen Qiu died under the Chengying Sword.

That axe can't stop this shadow-bearing sword!

But...

"Bell"

Shen Qiu pushed the true qi in his body, and narrowly missed the sword blade.

It's like rehearsing countless times, and when he turns around, he staggers his axes in front of him.

And Gongsun Yu was like a dancer who cooperated with his performance, so that the blade of the sword was so accurately pointed on the staggered axe blades.

"Smack"

Shen Qiu was knocked back two steps by the power attached to the long sword.

He was out of breath.

It's one thing to be foolish to Gongsun in a dream, and it's another thing to face a mountain ghost in reality.

It's just a blink of an eye, but it's like walking around on the edge of life and death.

He raised his head and looked at the mountain ghost standing in front of him, as if he sensed the surprise of the mountain ghost.

Under the moonlight, Shen Qiu grinned and said to the mountain ghost:

"I blocked it! Brother Gongsun. ”

"You..."

The mountain ghost looked at his sword and then at Shen Qiu, he wanted to say something, but in the end he remained silent.

After a few breaths, he put away his shadow and walked down the hill.

"Pack your things..."

"Tomorrow down the mountain!"