And when the next day, early in the morning, Qian Qinglai, who had finished practicing swordsmanship, was about to talk to his senior brother's disciple Xingzhi and ask him not to be so impulsive, so as not to be used by people with intentions, but he pounced in the room. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When I walked in, I found that although the futon was covered with the bed, I didn't sleep on it, so I walked over and gently touched the bed with my hand, and felt that it was extremely cold, as if there was no one in this room last night.

Seeing this, his face changed greatly, and his heart became worried, you know, if it weren't for seeing Yuyuki getting drunk, he would have talked to him last night.

As a result, he came early and pounced, which made Qian Qinglai worry, this kid was provoked to go directly to the national teacher for revenge.

So he immediately called all the disciples in the Sword Pavilion and asked them to go and look for them in the palace.

As a result, after waiting for a while, no one could be found, so Qian Qinglai's face was full of anger, so he asked all the disciples to pack their bags and wait at the door.

After asking the disciples of the Sword Pavilion to pack their luggage, Qian Qinglai went to King Zheng angrily.

At this time, Zheng Wang, who had just gotten up and was drinking light millet porridge and eating breakfast with some exquisite side dishes, suddenly saw Qian Qinglai breaking in with a displeased face.

Said with a smile: Elder Qian, have you eaten? It's better to use it together early. After speaking, let the next person prepare another one and send it early.

With a bang, Qian Qinglai slapped the long sword in his hand on the table, and said with a displeased face: "Your Highness, you really have good skills!" actually provoked Xingzhi to go to the national teacher for revenge overnight. “

"Since His Highness's intentions are so bad, then please say goodbye, and when I return to the Sword Pavilion, I will also talk to the elders to see if I want to support you King Zheng again." After speaking, he glared at King Zheng angrily, turned around and left directly, leaving only a trace of a scabbard on the table.

"Alas, Elder Qian stays, stays." King Zheng shouted a few words with the same face, but found that Qian Qinglai had no intention of stopping at all, and when Qian Qinglai walked away, he laughed mockingly.

"I really think I'm a character, I'm just a little elder in the Sword Pavilion in name only, and I still want to interfere with my cooperation with the Sword Pavilion, it's really stupid and stupid."

After saying this, King Zheng continued to drink millet porridge refreshed, and whispered a few words of Xiaoqu, which was very pleasant.

Soon, the palace housekeeper came over and said softly: "Qian Qinglai has already left with all the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, and the luggage has been taken away, I'm afraid I won't go back to the palace." ”

"Nothing, nothing." King Zheng waved his hand casually and said with a smile: "This person is stupid in sword practice, and he can't see how much ability he has, so let him go." ”

And just as Qian Qinglai left King Zheng's Mansion, he took those Sword Pavilion disciples towards where the Sword Pavilion was stationed in Nanchang.

After all, these people are familiar here, and it is more convenient to wait for the news of the inquirement, and to find Xingzhi.

Qian Qinglai, who had an unhappy face, immediately became angry when he saw the huge Sword Pavilion station, and there was not even a person guarding the door, these people were so lazy when they arrived here, and they didn't even leave anyone to inspect the door.

Enraged, he immediately kicked open the tightly closed door, and directly led his disciples in, ready to scold the helmsman and give him a long memory.

As a result, when I walked in, I found that there was no sound in this rudder, no one was there, like a pool of stagnant water, even if it was the sound of kicking open the door just now, no one came out of this rudder.

Qian Qinglai, who was already an old Jianghu, immediately felt that things were not going to be easy, and immediately sent his disciples to go in and check.

As a result, soon these disciples ran out silently, shook their heads and said: "There is no one in the master, there is no one inside, only the items are inside, and there are some traces of fighting in it, but the time is not long, I am afraid that there was an accident last night and someone was arrested." ”

Hearing these words, Qian Qinglai's face changed, you must know that the Sword Pavilion is a big force in the Southern Tang Dynasty, with thousands of inner disciples, not to mention those outer disciples who just learned some martial arts and left the mountain, and now in this Nanchang capital, one of the rudders of the Sword Pavilion was picked by someone, and no one was seen alive or dead.

And on the same night that Xingzhi went to find the national teacher for revenge, thinking of this, Qian Qinglai did not hesitate at all, and immediately said loudly: "All the disciples leave Nanchang immediately, and we will go back to the Sword Pavilion." ”

"I'm afraid that this national teacher is not good, and he is ready to fight with our Sword Pavilion."

Qian Qinglai hurriedly took all the disciples of the Sword Pavilion out of this rudder, went directly out of Nanchang City, and went back to the Sword Pavilion directly by the path.

And just after walking more than ten miles and coming to a remote and uninhabited place, Qian Qinglai's face changed, and he pulled out the long sword in his hand and said sharply: "Who is it, get out of here." ”

Hearing Qian Qinglai's shout, those Sword Pavilion disciples immediately pulled out the long sword in their hands and pointed directly at the front.

At the sound of a sound, a leaf flew directly through the air, cutting through the air and hitting Qian Qinglai's long sword with a thud.

With a bang, he was knocked back a few steps, knocking down two or three disciples before he stood still, feeling his right hand weak for a while, trembling slightly.

At this time, Qian Qinglai opened his eyes and found that the long sword was inlaid with a leaf nailed to it, and it was three points into the iron, and his face was shocked when he saw this, and a huge wave was set off in his heart.

"How is it possible, my own sword was actually nailed to it by this small young leaf, what a high level of skill it takes to do it."

"Can my own master, the Shadowless Sword Saint, and the Patriarch be able to do this?" Thinking of this, Qian Qinglai didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

"Why are a few people from the Sword Pavilion here, they are leaving! But I don't think I'm being well entertained. Six middle-aged people with wooden faces appeared in the middle of the road carrying a sedan chair, and on this sedan chair, Ye Yan sat on it in a robe, looking at the people in the Sword Pavilion with a playful expression.

And behind the leaf scales, there were more than a dozen people dressed in black, cold in front of them, exuding a cold and cool aura all over their bodies, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"I don't know, but the Taixuan National Teacher is in front of him, in the Xia Jian Pavilion Qian Qinglai, I don't know that the national teacher is coming, and I ask for forgiveness, but there are important things ordered by the Sword Pavilion below, and I can't delay it, and I ask the national teacher to forgive me." Qian Qinglai, whose right hand was still trembling, forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, and replied with a flat face, hoping that he could use the face of the Sword Pavilion to make this unfathomable national teacher of martial arts bring a little jealousy, and he did not dare to embarrass himself.

"Haha." Ye Yan smiled and said, "Go back, you don't have to go back." In a few days, the Sword Pavilion will cease to exist, so there is no need for you to go back. ”

"Shut up, you dare to speak wildly." Qian Qinglai's face turned cold.

"At noon today, Chen Xingzhi, a disciple of Mr. Wu under the Sword Pavilion, was openly in King Zheng's mansion, in front of everyone, and killed King Zheng with a sword.

Now His Majesty the Emperor is furious, and has asked his own division to investigate and dispose of it immediately.

Therefore, the national division is ready to uproot the Sword Pavilion so that King Zheng can die well, so as not to let him be bored down below, so the national division asks you to go down together to accompany King Zheng on a trip.

"Demon Dao, this must be a ghost made by you, but yesterday my nephew went to your national teacher's mansion at night, and today I killed King Zheng, it must be a ghost you made." Qian Qinglai's eyes were red, his face was hideous, and he roared angrily and waved the long sword in his hand.

In a fit of rage, he shot with all his might.

In an instant, countless sword shadows and sword lights appeared, but Qian Qinglai brought countless figures in the air, and all the countless Qian Qinglai waved their long swords from all directions, enveloping the leaf scales in a sword light.

One after another sword qi swept in, this is an incomparably gorgeous sword light, ethereal, only able to let people see countless sword lights, but they can't tell which sword is real and which sword is fake, almost unstoppable, unavoidable, can only close their eyes and wait for death.

"The clown is in general, and the kung fu of the three-legged cat also comes out to offer ugliness, and it really needs to give you some motivation." Ye Liang chuckled, and with a casual move, a leaf flew in, and with a flick of his fingers, this leaf was as fast as lightning, directly passing through countless sword shadows, and directly hitting Qian Qinglai's dantian.

In an instant, Qian Qinglai felt that the dantian was broken, and the original strong true qi flowed away from his body in an instant, and his whole body was weak and needed to hold a long sword to stand.

Originally, Qian Qinglai's middle-aged face's face was immediately covered with wrinkles, as if he was seventy or eighty, drooping and old.