Qingyun's hands were symbolically tied back, but he didn't dare to break free.

Once he breaks free of the rope at this time, then his little trick of helping each other and worshipping the mountain with Mr. Worm Second will be completely exposed!

He listened to Worm Er's explanation of martial arts all the way, and gradually understood the importance of daily training to the realm of martial arts.

The masters of the Western Sect have practiced hard all their lives to draw their swords, so that they have the power to hide the blade in the sheath and frighten the ghosts and gods.

The disciples of the Eastern Sect practice changing their moves every day, so that they can change themselves without stagnation when facing the enemy.

What I lack the most is the repeated practice of moves.

Qingyun was only fourteen years old after all, and he began to think back to the things he did most often in his childhood, nothing more than ......

Played bamboo horses with Chen Wenzan and recited the Book of Changes with Chen Shu.

These are instincts that have been imprinted on his cerebellum and can cope without thinking.

It's just that the game Taoism is not martial arts, so how can it respond to the enemy?

Although Qingyun hesitated in his heart, but at this time, the sword was eager, but he had no sword in his hand, so he could only take a risk.

He moved his injured right leg half a step outward, bent his knee slightly, and took the half-horse step of riding a bamboo horse as a child.

The sword came from the Xun position, and I stepped on it without vain, stepping on Zhongfu, with both feet like a room play, half-jumping, left-footed, right-footed, and easily avoided this sword.

(The author's case: room play refers to the game of children's hopscotch, if there is a similar name, it is a coincidence.) ）

"Huh?" , Yuan Chuntuo didn't know Qingyun's god-like footwork, seeing that he avoided his sword so leisurely, his competitiveness suddenly rose, his subordinates didn't stop, and the brush brushed out three swords in a row.

The Yuan clan's swordsmanship came out of the Tan Sect, and Qingyun had already been answered by Yuan Hong.

He had been studying the sword book annotated by Gai Kun for some time, and he was naturally familiar with Tanzong's moves.

As soon as Yuan Chun Tuofang moved, he saw the truth, predicted the direction, and jumped away in three steps and two steps.

The three swords are just a moment, but the small broken steps under his feet are not slow, the sword is either rubbing the body or grabbing the hair, or it is still not touching Qingyun at all.

"Chunto! Stop it! ”

Meng Junting saw that her daughter was not Qingyun's opponent, so she immediately called a halt.

Although the latter was not angry, he was also unwilling to disobey his mother, so he put away his sword and retreated, but his gaze still pierced Qingyun like a sharp sword.

Meng Junting frowned, her face was joyless and sad, and she said to Qingyun indifferently,

"This young man is really good,

The right leg was injured, and he was still comfortable in the face of the little girl's attack.

It seems that Yuan Bei has been defeated by you. ”

Qingyun has always felt some guilt about Yuan Bei's death, so he wants to open his mouth to tell all the things that happened.

It's just that out of the corner of his eye, he vaguely glimpsed a white cloud, falling down, and suddenly thought of something, and the alarm suddenly appeared.

The person who came was Takahashi, who was known as the immortal,

According to Mai Shiranui, Takahashi's age is probably still above the second insect, and he has the longest generation.

Sure enough, when Meng Junting saw that Takahashini had arrived, she also bowed and was very respectful.

"A little thing, it actually alarmed the seniors?"

Takahashi Ni hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it, and knelt on one knee first, shocking Meng Junting so much that she couldn't even scream.

But Takahashi still bowed down unrelentingly,

"Lord Meng, about Ling Lang's matter, Poor Dao has been investigated.

The murderer was a fellow poor countryman, and the assassins of the Wa Kingdom did not know the fire of Mai.

She was bewitched by the traitor's ever-changing uprooting, first stabbed the noble, and then killed Yuan Bei, who was following her.

That ignorant fire and poor road are also familiar, and the day before yesterday I was in front of the panhuan, but I didn't think about it......"

In fact, Gao Qiao Ni had already gotten the news of Gao Feique, but he had never reported it to Hu Shiyu in detail.

Today, she heard that it was Qingyun who broke into the mountain, so she knew that the matter could no longer be covered, so she first showed Hu Shiyu and hurriedly went down the mountain to relieve the siege.

Meng Junting's face changed greatly when she heard this, and what surprised her the most was not the identity of the real murderer.

"You say, who is the opposite?"

"Versatile!"

"The head of the three ninjas, the one of the royal patriarch Sun family?"

"Exactly."

"Why?"

"The subordinates don't know, and Hu Dudu is also quite strange.

He wanted to see the kid named Qingyun.

Not only did he want to see it, but both the Master of the Love Tribulation and the Lord of the Wind and Moon wanted to meet that kid. ”

Worm Er pinched a few locks of knotted beard, squinted at Qingyun,

Oops, I didn't expect this little guy to be so sought-after?

It seems that I don't need to bring it, and he can climb the mountain by his own chance.

Everyone surrounded Qingyun like the stars holding the moon, and went all the way,

People of this age, such as Gao Qiao Ni, Worm Er, and Meng Junting, naturally didn't talk to him more because of their seniority, but Yuan Chuntuo, the little Wang sister, was different.

Although she hated Qingyun for hurting her brother, after all, she knew the general situation.

First, the real murderer is clear, and second, he is now an important informant.

This unruly princess's attitude towards him naturally changed, but she paid attention to his strange style.

Yuan Chuntuo repeatedly asked about the origin of that body method, but Qingyun couldn't shirk it, so he could only dig out his mind and save a name while it was hot.

Called Bamboo Horse Steps? Too cheesy.

Playing in the house? Something seems wrong, too.

He suddenly remembered that he was going to see the Empress Dowager Feng, and when he thought of the Baode Temple on the bank of the Luoshui River that day, Cao Zijian's famous sentence blurted out:

Limbo microstep!

Right! That's a good name!

"The body is swift and flying, fluttering like a god, Ling Bo is microstepping, and Luo socks are dusty?"

Yuan Chuntuo casually chanted the source of Qingyun's temporary apocryphal allusion, and then looked at such a half-sized boy in front of him, where is there any feeling of being like a god and dusty socks? Immediately, there was a look of disgust.

Qingyun was embarrassed, and hurriedly argued, focusing on the last two sentences, later,

"Impermanence is the rule, if there is danger. Enter the difficult period, if you go back. That's the essence of the whole set of steps. ”

Yuan Chuntuo pouted his mouth,

"Cut, why don't you stop muttering a few words back?

Turn your eyes **, smooth and jade. The words were not spit out, and the breath was like a quiet orchid. Gorgeous and graceful, it makes me forget to eat.

That temperament is a good match for you!

Sissy! ”

She saw that Qingyun had been choked by herself, and her heart was happy, and the estrangement between the two was also imperceptibly dissolved, gradually freezing.

The reason why Wangluo Peak is named is naturally because it is on the top of the mountain, and Luoshui can be seen to the west, and the city of Luoyang is also hidden or visible in the sky.

Of course, this is based on the visibility of the pollution-free air in the fifth century AD.

If it is changed to today's Wangluo, the field of vision is vast, and the world is leisurely, which makes people cry.

The dirt path up the mountain is not considered a road, I think it is stepped on by the flow of people who come and go to transport supplies.

Under some rock walls with large drops, there are also climbing ropes and baskets for pulling goods.

Qingyun leaned against the mountain wall, looking at the vague castle on the horizon, and suddenly remembered the words of the little dragon king mocking Hu Shiyu that day,

How can a person like the Crossing Love Tribulation Master, no matter how far he hides to the ends of the earth, truly retreat with peace of mind?

The trees want to be quiet, and the wind never stops.

The nunnery on the top of the mountain is not very magnificent, much smaller than Xiao Jingling's old paper temple, but it is exquisite.

The courtyard wall is made of bluestone, and every gap is filled with mud of the same color.

The eaves are all ordinary wood, but the spacing and diameter of the round wooden sleepers are almost harshly uniform.

The temple door is lacquered, and the door knocker is also an ordinary copper ring, but there is no trace of patina.

Along the threshold inward, a walkway is neatly paved with cork latticework, which is considered the most extravagant decoration here.

Three people sat on the floor in the meditation room,

Except for a few futons and three or five scriptures, there is nothing long.

The two old women, a slightly chubby middle-aged man, were all in casual clothes at this time, with a kind complexion, and there was nothing surprising about it.

But if they take out the name of any one of them, they can shake the land of North China.

These three true Buddhas are naturally Empress Dowager Feng, General Mulan and Hu Baoyi.

Empress Dowager Feng in the center raised her head slightly, glanced around, and Meng Junting and the others obediently retreated.

Worm Er retreated with broken steps, and looked at Mulan,

Seeing that she bowed her head slightly, she stood near the door and waited for instructions.

Qingyun stood alone in the house, the most dazzling,

Although the faces of the people around him are very kind, their identities are very different from their own.

He was looked at uncomfortably, but he didn't dare to speak or move casually, so he could only stand with his head down like a child who had made a mistake.