An iron pickaxe whizzed and drew an arc, and dug into the hard yellow mud ground with a "click". The tip of the pickaxe was completely submerged in the earth, and Qian Shiten let go of the pickaxe, pulled up the hem of his clothes and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Everyone is working hard, there are still many corpses to be buried." He said.

Beside him, more than a dozen pits had been dug, some of which had already been buried.

A collar of straw mats wrapped around the corpse was dragged by two villagers and thrown into the pit. The straw mat spread out, and the body of a baby, only four or five years old, rolled out like a doll. However, the villagers indifferently grabbed shovels and filled the pit with earth.

A row of new graves.

A new grave with no headstones or wreaths looks like a mound of earth.

Qian Shishi raised his hand and blew on his hand in pain, and there were already two big blood blisters in his palm, shiny and shiny. "Who's going to change me," he said.

A post-born boy walked over and silently held the iron pickaxe knob pointing obliquely at the sky.

Qian Shiten walked away more than a dozen steps and came to a new grave, and sat on the head of the new grave with weak legs. He sat cross-legged and squinted at the summit of Lingguan Peak in the distance—there, a metal fortress had been built, glittering, and looked like a royal palace in a fairy tale.

At this time, in the metal fortress, a funeral was also being held.

In the midst of mourning, a body resting on a stretcher was lifted by two large exoskeletons, which the gang called walrus-shaped armors, and placed in an elaborate coffin.

The chaplain was solemnly telling the life of this warrior, and the French swordsman, the roarer and other supernatural people in the audience bowed their heads in salute, and even the neat exoskeleton corps bowed their heads. The scene was grand and solemn.

At this time, in the lounge on the second floor of the Kuixing Building, the teacher who taught the cultivation had been replaced by Ling Luo.

Ling Luo was dressed in a gorgeous silk robe, and as soon as he came out, he looked at Ren Qiuling with red eyes, "My disciple Lu Ting was shot through the lungs and is struggling in pain in the lotus pond - so, can I ask you to be serious?" ”

Ren Qiuling was taken aback, "I must be very serious, I promise." ”

"What I teach you now is what you taught me before." Ling Luo said, "Actually, the first time I saw you, I recognized you. You are my master, Cold Phoenix. ”

Ren Qiuling shouted: "Huh? ”

At the same time, the eyes of the huge idiot on the back wall opened suddenly, and the huge blue lightning flowed between the eyes, and the sound of "Zizi" electricity resounded throughout the house, and people felt cold hairs standing on end.

Ling Luo glanced at the idiot's eyes and explained, "I'm building her confidence-" Turning to Ren Qiuling, he said, "You will definitely be able to practice sword qi, because these things are what you would have known in the first place." ”

The huge eyes of the idiot on the back wall slowly closed, and it seemed to make sense.

Ren Qiuling originally thought that what kind of spell she would learn was something, but she didn't expect it to be sword qi, "You mean, I can learn sword qi overnight?" ”

Ling Luo said confidently: "You must learn, otherwise Lu Ting will be finished." ”

There are many injured cultivators now, including Hui Idiot, Lu Ting, Lee Myung-bak, and Yun Zhongyue. Their treatment takes time, and this time must be fought for by Ren Qiuling.

Although Ren Qiuling didn't have the slightest confidence, and she didn't think that she would be Ling Luo's master Leng Phoenix, she still said, "Let's start!" ”

Ling Luo reached into her arms, and Ren Qiuling thought that she would pull a sword out of her chest - she was used to seeing the methods of these cultivators, she could think of it. But what he didn't expect was that Ling Luo just took out a lighter.

"Aren't you learning sword qi?" Ren Qiuling asked.

Ling Luo pressed the lighter, "Click! A small flame rose, and she stretched out her pointed index finger and pressed her hand on the flame, and the flame went out. It's something that everybody can do, but no one thinks deeply about how it works. The temperature of the flame emitted by the lighter is as high as 600 degrees, and the human index finger feels sensitive, but when you quickly press the flame of the lighter, it will not feel very hot, what is the reason? She threw the lighter to Ren Qiuling.

Of course, Ling Luo in front of him was a shadow, but the lighter was real. Ren Qiuling caught the lighter, pressed it lightly, and the flames erupted, she followed Ling Luo's example, pressed the flames with her index finger, and the flames were extinguished, and she didn't feel that the flames were very hot.

"A layer of air film on the surface of the human body, called Wei Qi, is the Qi that protects the human body, and everyone has it." Ling Luo explained, "If ordinary people pay attention to training their guard qi, they can also be able to walk through the flames of the furnace without being injured. However, sword qi is much more complicated than this. ”

Ren Qiuling nodded again and again, feeling that Ling Luo's teaching was many times better than Zou Yan and Hui Idiot. With such an image of the test, she immediately knew the existence of Wei Qi. For example, in the heat of summer, you will not feel very hot when you suddenly go out of a cool house, and the reason is the presence of guards.

Ling Luo raised her arm, and the silk sleeves slid down, revealing her lotus-like arms, her skin was very special, it was translucent, and blood vessels could be seen.

"There is also a kind of qi that runs with the blood in the blood vessels, called Yingqi." She pointed to the blood vessels on her arm and said, "After pure refining, the camp qi can be transformed into spiritual qi and stored in the dantian - this is the source of the sword qi." ”

Ren Qiuling raised her hand and asked, "May I ask, if I start practicing now, how long will it take for me to master the sword qi?" ”

Ling Luo exclaimed, "You are a genius that is rare to see in a thousand years, and of course you can cultivate faster than anyone else. I remember that it only took you a year and a half to cultivate your sword qi. ”

Ren Qiuling couldn't help but secretly complain, "But I'm going to duel with François tomorrow?" ”

Ling Luo said confidently: "You don't have to start from scratch, you just need to learn the application of sword qi-" She gestured with her right hand and slashed at the log coffee table in the lounge from a distance, and the corner of the log coffee table fell off by itself, and the fracture was extremely smooth, as if it had been cut by a sharp knife. Back then, I was just a little girl, and I was scared when you wanted me to join the Bitter Bamboo Sect, and you also used this trick, which immediately made me worship and follow you with joy. ”

Ren Qiuzhen looked puzzled.

Ling Luo looked at the teacher of the year, today's apprentice, the stunned Ren Qiuling, couldn't help but feel sad, and shouted: "Master! Rushed over and hugged Ren Qiuling and cried bitterly.

Ren Qiuling didn't expect Ling Luo to be so emotional, she was just a little puzzled, and she could make her so sad, so she had to pat her back helplessly, "Okay, okay." ”

Ling Luo cried and said, "When you were killed, I really ...... Really ......"

"Amitabha!" Suddenly, the voice of the idiot came from the bottom of the building, shaking the whole room trembling, and those beating Sanskrit words were bright and clear for a while, "The Buddha said: Don't say, don't say!" Idiot yelled.

Ling Luo wiped away her tears, pushed Ren Qiuling away, and after giving the other party a look full of meaning, she said, "Okay, let's continue teaching." ”

The eyes of the idiot on the back wall narrowed: "Ling Luo, you have to remember our agreement." ”

Ling Luo said angrily: "You stinky men, you know how to bully women. He took a breath and softened and said, "Okay, I got it!" ”

The next teaching is in earnest.

"We must first learn the flying sword, that is, the spell that allows the sword in our hands to fly as we want, and takes people's lives thousands of miles away." Ling Luo said, "Lu Ting has been studying for eight years, so he learned this step, alas! She sighed regretfully. Although she has a bad relationship with Lu Ting, she doesn't want her disciple level to be too poor.

In Ren Qiuling's eyes, Lu Ting is already a great master, he can fly with a sword, and the legendary sword fairy in the world is almost like this, how enviable. Unexpectedly, in Ling Luo's eyes, the cultivation was still weak to this point, and it was not worth mentioning at all. It is the art that is endless, and a mountain is higher than a mountain.

The moon is sparse, and the moon crosses the sky. The lights in the lounge on the second floor of the Kuixing Building have not been extinguished.

Downstairs in Kuixing, the villagers gathered after a busy day, the not too bright light shone in nearly three hundred pairs of eyes, and the faint yellow light gave people a warm feeling.

At this moment, the French swordsman François was also standing on the top of Lingguan Peak to practice swordsmanship. I saw that as soon as his body rotated, the sword light turned into a whirlwind of sword light, spiraling into the sky. François's roar came from the sword light: "Chico! ”

The sword light froze in the air, and François pounced from the sky with his sword.

Originally, there was a stone carving of the statue of the Taoist Lingguan on the Lingguan Mountain, which was as high as 4.2 meters. François pounced on the statue with his sword, and the sword flashed, and the tall stone statue was cut off at the waist, and the upper half of its body fell to the ground with a thud, and the incision was smooth as if it had been polished.

François felt satisfied, put his sword back in his sheath, and sat down on the ground to breathe.