On the Luoyang wharf, the merchant ship of the Heluo Gang to Badu was about to set sail, and the outline head shouted for the sailors to check it one last time.

And next to the wooden plank leading to the deck, Xiao Tie and Shen Qiu were also saying goodbye to their friends in Luoyang.

Those who came to see them off were the old people of the village.

The original big boss Lang Mutou, and some small leaders, they all wore the black power suits of the Heluo Gang, and they were no different from the local boxers.

"Uncle Wood, you don't need to send it, just get here."

Xiao Tie, who was wearing a black robe, hugged his fist at Lang Mutou, and said:

"I'm going to come to Luoyang in a while, and then I'll have a good time with Uncle Mu and all your uncles."

"Hmm."

Lang Mutou, who was tall and thin and like a bamboo pole, nodded, this big boss was not a good talker.

He just reached out and patted Xiao Tie's shoulder, and briefly advised:

"Take care of yourself, don't be impulsive when you encounter something, if you have time, wait for me to go back to Qinglong Mountain to worship."

"Okay."

Xiao Tie answered.

Lang Mutou turned his head to look at Shen Qiu, who was wearing a big hat and a hat, he clasped his fists and saluted, and said:

"Xiao Tie is young and doesn't have much experience, I hope Brother Shen will take care of him more, and we will remember Brother Shen's kindness."

"He is my brother."

Shen Qiu replied softly:

"You don't have to worry."

The two sides said goodbye, Shen Qiu and Xiao Tie got on the boat, and brought a few boxes of gifts.

It's not okay if you don't accept it.

This is all the heart of the brothers who were originally from the village.

As the ship slowly shored ashore, they waved goodbye to the others on the deck, and the figures of those who saw them off slowly blurred as the shouts of the head of the outline began.

"I watched Heluo treat my father's brothers quite well, which made me feel a little more settled."

Xiao Tie carried the wide sword box on his back and said to Shen Qiu:

"Although the matter of right and wrong has come to an end, Uncle Mu has a good life and multiplication in Luoyang, if my father knows under Jiuquan, he must be free to worry and die freely."

"That's right."

Shen Qiu touched the sword jade, and he whispered:

"These people dare to fight, they are not afraid of things, they have also seen the world, their combat power is strong, and they have nowhere to go.

This time he returned to the Heluo Gang, and Lei Ye must be very happy.

If this force can be used well, the power of the Heluo Gang will grow greatly, and with the name of their right and wrong village, it will be much smoother to do business in the land of Qilu. ”

He said to Xiao Tie:

"And your third uncle, now in charge of Qilu's bandit suppression affairs, has a lot of power, and has heavy troops under him, if Lei Ye can catch his line, this Heluo Gang can be regarded as a career in Qilu.

After a year or two of hibernation, the Heluo Gang will be able to become the first-rate force in the Central Plains. ”

Xiao Tie nodded silently.

He didn't like the third uncle.

Although his father forgave Wu Shifeng before he died, Xiao Tie had his own conclusion about that incident in his heart.

Shen Qiu didn't persuade either, this kind of thing couldn't be persuaded.

In the final analysis, on the issue of right and wrong, he Shen Qiu is just an outsider.

"Alright, let's not talk about that."

Shen Qiu waved his hand, he looked at the wine bag hanging on Xiao Tie's waist, and said:

"What are you going to do with your master's ashes? You can't just keep it on you, can you? ”

"I'm going to Quanzhou."

Xiao Tie touched the wine bag on his waist, and he said to Shen Qiu:

"If you can find Master's family, it's best, if you can't find it, bury it at the foot of Yutang Mountain in Quanzhou, Master was born there, I want Master to return to his roots."

"Okay."

Shen Qiu said:

"I remember that there is a merchant ship to Liangguang in the Falling Moon Merchant Square, and when you return to Suzhou, you will set off, and you can come back by boat for most of the month, and then I will go back to Luoyang together.

Suzhou, in the end, is a place of right and wrong, in the future, let's live in Luoyang for a long time. ”

He patted Xiao Tie on the shoulder and said:

"I'll go get some rest."

After speaking, Shen Qiu returned to the cabin, holding the sword jade and escaping into a dream.

He moved his body for a moment, then drew the greedy wolf knife and walked towards the phantom of revenge.

There is no temptation, as soon as he makes a move, he will sacrifice his body for nine points, and the cold will sweep through the body, and the cold blade will come out of the sheath and attack the body of the enemy.

The spear of the hundred birds towards the phoenix also made a long roar, and then the spear came out like a dragon.

This dream realm quickly changed into the background of Qinglong Mountain's right and wrong village, and under a round of the moon, Qiu Buping shook out a cold mang, breaking all of Shen Qiu's knife styles.

The two staggered by, and Shen Qiu's waist and abdomen splashed with frozen blood, and the wounds pulled out by the tip of the spear were deep and bone-seeing.

He didn't pay attention to it, and turned around with a snow blowing knife style, and Sen Han's knife qi broke out, but he was dodged by Qiu Buping, who was holding a bright silver spear.

Between the long roar of the blade, Qi Feng's spear technique shook off.

More than a dozen groups of cold light came from near and far, sealing all the routes of Shen Qiu's assault and retreat, as if he was covered in a killing net, so that Shen Qiu had nowhere to hide.

"Bell"

With a soft sound, the hundred birds pointed at Shen Qiu's spear two inches in front of Shen Qiu.

The cold ice condensed by Shuoxue's Xuangong secret method protected Shen Qiu's body like heavy armor, but in the slight trembling of the bright cold spear blade in front of him, the protective cold ice was completely broken.

Ice chips flew everywhere, like hundreds of hidden weapons erupting.

But Qiu Buping stepped forward with the gun in both hands, ignoring the cold ice that came from the attack, and after the bright silver spear shook three times, Shen Qiu's head was broken.

In the next moment, he was reborn from his dream, reaching out and touching his forehead, where there seemed to be residual pain.

In the battle just now, when the hole cards were exhausted, he barely survived ten moves in the hands of Qiu Buping.

"It's progressed."

Shen Qiufuer pulled out the greedy wolf blade, took a deep breath, and walked towards Qiu Buping, who was standing with a gun.

Shuo Xue Xuangong was just completed, coupled with the Xue Ji Mind Method, the true qi flowing in Shen Qiu's body had already reached three points of the sea weather.

Although the knife technique, palm technique, and lifting are close to completion, they all have signs of entering a bottleneck.

Easily defeating Yang Fu in Jinan proves that Shen Qiu's martial arts have entered the ranks of the ground list, but it is difficult to get closer.

At this time, he challenged the grievances like suicidal beings, not masochism.

This process is like a piece of iron being forged in a furnace fire.

Every battle was a grind, and he knew that he couldn't win, but with such a good whetstone, how could he not make good use of it?

It would be a great thing if we could get some martial arts essence from this constant challenge.

The best thing is that the "peerless whetstone" in Shen Qiu's hand is not the only one.

"Bang"

Shen Qiu's heart was pierced by the bright silver spear, and between the blood stains and ice, he was reborn in the dream realm again, and this time he survived twelve moves.

"Qi Feng's spear skills are extremely powerful, subtle and concise, without fancy, every move is born to defeat the enemy.

Maybe I should focus on learning in this direction as well. ”

Shen Qiu comprehended the experience while carrying the knife and rushed towards the other phantom on Qiu Buping's side.

Folding mountains.

The master of the folded iron, dressed in a linen robe, was more than eight feet tall, with a strong physique, strong muscles and bones, and the muscular old man held a giant sword, and the heavy chain was tied to his left arm.

Shen Qiu pounced, the cold air was fierce, and the long bearded white hair that was folding the mountain flew backwards.

The greedy wolf cold blade brought up ten true and false sword shadows, and when he entered the folding mountain six feet in front of him, the muscular old man burst out and waved it.

The sea sword trick flowed out.

But it's not the same as Xiao Tie's three-plate axe.

As soon as the old man made a move, it was a heavy sword up, from the bottom up, the sword wind was whistling, and there were thousands of soldiers who could not stop the force to attack brutally, just like the tide of the sea, without a trace of reason, and rudely submerged Shen Qiu's exquisite knife style.

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With a light sound, Shen Qiu's protective cold qi was torn apart like paper, and the greedy wolf knife in his hand also flew out with a whirl.

The power is too great.

Under the blow, Shen Qiu's wrist holding the knife felt like a bone crack, and he couldn't even hold the blade in the numbness.

At the moment when the long knife was taken off, Shen Qiu immediately turned the knife into a palm, and in the midst of the ghost crying wolf, his body was three points faster.

The sound of the bell is like a rainstorm slapping the leaves, and in the echo of the rapid sound, the soul destroying ghost claw is accompanied by the cold qi of Xuan Bing, like a powerful ghost probing claw, before the giant que sweeps back, it will shoot three times in a row on the folding mountain.

It's a pity that they all hit the protective qi that is as thick as a wall.

"Bang"

The heavy giant sword style changed, and in the ancient and atmospheric sword style, there was a sense of sophistication.

The blade swept back, and Shen Qiu swept forward, spinning with the strength of Juque's wide blade, and dodged the heavy sword again.

But Juque, who swept halfway through, changed his move again, and the blade chased Shen Qiu sideways.

Just like swatting a fly, in the midst of the roar of true qi in the folding mountain, Shen Qiu was slapped on the ground by a sword, and was slapped into a mosaic.

Two-thirds of the bones in his body were broken by the sword.

Of course it's dead, and you can't die anymore.

He revived from his dream and reached out to rub his neck.

"The strength of the folding mountain is great, the sword is fierce, and it is seriously injured when it is touched by Juque, and there is a body of steel and iron bones, and he is not afraid of fist attacks.

But the speed is slower than that of Qiu Buping. ”

Shen Qiu concluded:

"Then, use the folding mountain to hone the body technique, use the hatred to hone the sword technique, as for the internal strength and fist..."

He looked back at the other phantoms standing in a pile, dressed in the robes of Liaodong shamans.

These phantoms were extracted from the entrance of the underground palace in the Changbai Secret Realm, and there were seventeen or eighteen people extracted from those ice sculptures, all of whom were the successive leaders of the Tongwu Sect since its establishment.

"I'll use you to practice Shuoxue Xuangong, Soul Destroying Ghost Claws, and Xuanbing Fingers."

Shen Qiu didn't use a knife this time.

He made a movement of his palms up and down, and the true qi in his body skyrocketed, and in the midst of the bounce of the bell outside his body, he attacked and killed a female witch sect leader in front of him.

The latter also dealt with it with Xuanbing fingering, which was also cold, and was obviously also practicing Shuoxue Xuangong.

It's just that her martial arts are much worse than those of the Northern Dynasty National Teacher.

This is normal, there are not so many geniuses in this world.

Shen Qiu's schedule is very full now.

He has a lot of things to learn next, such as the Lifting Technique of the Witch Sect and the Falling Snow Step, as well as the practice of Xuanbing Fingering, and by constantly defeating these Masters of the Witchcraft Sect, he can gain the cultivation experience of Shuoxue Xuangong.

Although the speed of time between Kendama's dream realm and the outside world has reached one to two.

But Shen Qiu still felt that time was once again a little insufficient.

He has passed the initial stage where martial arts can grow rapidly, and after entering the bottleneck period, every bit of improvement in the next step will become very difficult, like a drop of water through a stone.

If he wants to reach a higher level, he has to put in more hard work.

On the other side, in Xiao Tie's cabin, he carefully wiped Juque with a sword cloth, and then placed Juque horizontally in front of him, looking at the patterns engraved on Juque's sword.

It was the sword-style derivation of the Canghai Sword Technique.

It's not complicated, but without the master to explain, Xiao Tie must also observe repeatedly in order to realize the foundation of the Canghai Sword Technique and further improve the way.

And so it went on until the evening.

Xiao Tie sent dinner to Shen Qiu's cabin, and when he saw that the eldest brother was still sitting cross-legged on the bed, as if he was asleep and practicing, he couldn't bother him, so he retreated.

When he was sleeping, Xiao Tie put Juque at his hand, which had become a habit, and if he encountered something unexpected, he could grab his sword and fight back as soon as possible.

"Maybe get a good night's sleep tonight."

Xiao Tie muttered, and fell asleep with his clothes.

After falling asleep, his dream seemed to return to the scene of his childhood, on the barren mountain, practicing martial arts with his master.

But in front of Xiao Tie's eyes, the one who wielded the sword in his hand was no longer the master who moved the mountain in his memory.

It's a woman.

Wearing a plain dress and a veil, her skin is not fair, but a healthy wheat color.

A pair of black hair was tied up in a ponytail at the back of his head, and the long hair hung down to his waist.

Her figure is not strong, she is still a little slender, and the muscles on her forearms are not at all as exaggerated as folding iron and folding mountains.

Overall, this is a mysterious lady with a slender figure.

The heavy giant was as light as a feather in the woman's hands.

As the woman practiced the Canghai Sword Technique with one sword and one sword, the momentum on her body continued to accumulate, and in the long roar of the giant que, she slashed the sword style in her hand outward.

"Bang"

In the midst of the terrifying loud noise, Juque came out of his hand, flew into the sky like an arrow, and pierced into the sea beyond the barren mountain in the scene like a meteor falling.

Under Xiao Tie's gaze, the entire sea surface was like an angry tide, and the moment the giant fell into the water, it actually rolled up a huge wave more than ten meters high on the coast.

It's not the first time Xiao Tie has had this exaggerated dream.

Since he fled from Shuoxue Palace, he has often had this dream, and every time it feels familiar, like he has had the same dream countless times.

But every time I wake up in the morning, the memories in the dream disappear cleanly.

But I only remember that I had strange dreams.

This feeling has been in trouble for a long time since Da left Liaodong until now.

He hadn't seen the woman holding the Juque Dancing Sword at all, but the woman was obviously using the most orthodox Canghai Sword.

Who the hell is she?

The dream changed slowly, and between the clouds and mist, Xiao Tie seemed to have come to a fantasy place like a fairy land.

On the top of the mountain peak that reached the sky, in the wide mountain stream platform, Xiao Tie was holding Juque, and thirty zhang away in front of him was still the woman in the plain skirt.

She also held a giant sword in her hand, like a small iron, and held the heavy sword to the ground with one hand.

She reached out and hooked Xiao Tie.

The meaning of this contemptuous gesture is obvious.

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