readx;? Before going to bed, Mo Tianwen took out the flute again and rubbed it gently. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is a bamboo flute with a very ordinary appearance, and I don't see anything special, but Conduct observed that Mo Tianwen would take it out and play with it every night, but he didn't play it, and he didn't seem to be able to play it.

He cherished the flute far more than the sword he carried with him.

Maybe there's an unforgettable story in it?

Ding Peng wanted to ask several times, but in the end he didn't say it, with his indifferent character, he didn't care too much about these things, and if he showed too much interest, it might arouse Mo Tianwen's suspicions.

Nothing was said for a night, and on the second day, the two settled the store money, found a porridge shop nearby, hastily ate breakfast, and set off.

Lutingji is only thirty miles away from Chang'an, and he thought that he would be able to reach his destination today, but who would have thought that the two of them had just left the town and encountered a trouble.

If it is a person who encounters such a thing, he may not even look at it, and he will leave without stopping, but today he has a companion, and this companion is still the most nosy person.

It is said that the two of them left the town and walked along the official road for about four or five miles, when they saw a few big men with swords on the side of the road besieging an old man.

The old man was still wearing a tattered clothes, and a few sturdy men didn't talk about brocade clothes and jade food, but they looked like they were dressed in a grand style, and several people had gradually gained the upper hand, and the old man had already hung a few colors on his body, and he was about to fall to the ground.

Seeing the injustice, he drew his sword to help, and the benevolent and righteous swordsman was benevolent and righteous all his life, and he couldn't see this kind of strong ** scene, when he shouted: "Stop! Don't fight!"

A few big men just regarded them as ordinary passers-by, turned a deaf ear, and shot even more ruthlessly, and the old man tried his best to parry, while throwing anxious eyes for help at the two of them.

Mo Tianwen was furious, stretched out his hand to pick up the dead branches on a small tree on the side of the road, and shook his hand sharply, and the dry branches that were originally weak and couldn't help the wind seemed to turn into sharp arrows shot by strong bows and crossbows, whistling and flying towards the fighting people.

At the moment when Mo Tianwen made a move, Cao Xingzhi's eyes froze, and he saw a faint yellow light on the ordinary branch, and secretly said in his heart: Sword light!

The sword is an energy distribution that will be formed on the sword when the internal force reaches a certain level, and this very condensed energy can make Fan Tie become a divine weapon, if the sword is cultivated high enough, it can be done to the point where flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people.

At the heart of everything lies in internal forces.

If the internal strength continues to improve and enters the innate realm, the internal force of the whole body will be transformed into true qi, and when the true qi of the whole body can be endless, the energy in his body can be swayed out in the form of a shock wave for a short distance, and then it will become sword qi.

The swordsmen of the Concentric Alliance pay attention to the cultivation of internal force, according to what Mo Tianwen said last time, the way of the sword they follow is the parallel of swordsmanship and internal force, and they use their strength to move the sword, as far as the practice knows, there are only a few people in the Concentric Alliance who have cultivated the sword, and as for the sword qi, I have not heard of anyone practicing it.

Saying that, Mo Tianwen shook his hand casually, threw out a dead branch, and with the addition of his sword, an ordinary branch became indestructible, and in the field, it just turned around, and the swords of several big men were shaken, and the most amazing thing was that it did not hurt the old man in the middle at all.

It's just right, it's just right.

Several big men were also knowledgeable, and they suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, holding the broken sword, and they were at a loss for a while.

The old man was very obedient, taking advantage of this opportunity, he lowered his body and suddenly rushed out of the encirclement, and he didn't say thank you to Mo Tian, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Looking at that vigorous appearance, he didn't look like an old man at all.

Several big men were suddenly anxious, and just about to catch up, Mo Tianwen's eyes widened, and they couldn't help but stop their steps.

One of them seemed to be the leader of the big man clasped his fists and said: "I don't know which master Zunjia is, Hong San, a disciple of Qingyun Castle, dares to ask the name of Zunjia?"

When Mo Tian asked, he immediately frowned and said, "You are disciples of Qingyun Castle?"

"Exactly!"

Mo Tianwen turned over and dismounted, and asked in a deep voice: "Since you are a disciple of Mr. Hongda, why are several people besieging and bullying an elderly man? I'm afraid that you are not disciples of Qingyun Castle!"

Mr. Hong Da of Qingyun Fort is a famous martial arts man and a hero who has been famous for decades, Mo Tianwen has some suspicions that these guys are impostors.

Hong San said with a sad face: "Zun Jia said that he was laughing, who in this Shaanxi Province dares to boldly pretend to be a disciple of Qingyun Castle? We are indeed Mr. Big's disciples, but we are not personal disciples, so our martial arts are low, and if we want to catch that prostitute thief, we can only go with the big guys." ”

"Whore?" Mo Tian asked, "What's going on?"

Hong San smiled bitterly: "It's the guy who was let go by Zunjia just now, known as Langli Butterfly, with average martial arts, but excellent light skills, and he is good at disguise, I'm afraid Zunjia was deceived by his appearance." ”

Mo Tianwen's expression became solemn, and he asked in a deep voice, "Is that really the case?"

Before Hong San could answer, several other big men had already gossiped: "Is that still false? This Langli butterfly has recently committed crimes around Chang'an, harming many women from good families, this time our brother finally caught his whereabouts, but you let him go......

"Our Qingyun Castle instinctively eliminated a big harm for the martial arts this time, but I didn't expect to be obstructed by Your Excellency......"

Mo Tianwen's face became more and more heavy, and suddenly his right arm stretched out and grabbed Hong San, Hong San instinctively shrank his body, but he couldn't dodge Mo Tianwen's claws at all, Hong San urgently turned sideways and crashed into Mo Tianwen, but his left foot kicked over strangely first, quickly and quickly.

"Okay!" Mo Tian asked and grabbed Hong San's kick, then gently put it down, and then patted Hong San, who was at a loss, and said embarrassedly: "Your broken dragon kick has been passed on by Hong Dazhen, it is indeed the old man who misunderstood you!"

A ashamed expression appeared on his face, and he said solemnly: "Since he is a disciple of Qingyun Castle, he is definitely not a person who deceives the world and steals his name, he was reckless just now, and he made a hasty move without asking about the situation.

When Hong San and the others heard Mo Tian's name, they immediately exclaimed: "It turns out to be the Benevolence and Righteousness Sword and Ink Hero! ”

Mo Tianwen didn't say much, and turned his head to the way of conduct: "The old man didn't intend to make a mistake, but the mistake has been made." You go first, and the old man will go and get rid of the thief, and then he will join you. ”

Cao Xingzhi raised his eyebrows, and said lightly: "Langli Butterfly Zhu Cong's light skills were secretly learned from the White Horse Immortal Mansion, this person has been harming Liang Shaanxi for more than ten years, and he has never been able to subdue the law, it is precisely because his light skills are extremely high that it is extremely difficult to hunt down, Elder Mo is chasing after him now, I'm afraid it's too late." ”

Hong San also said: "Bothering Mo Daxia for such a trivial matter really makes the villains uneasy. ”

Mo Tianwen sighed: "Don't take the good as small, don't take the evil as small, don't say that today's fault and crime lies in the old man, even if he has nothing to do with the old man, when he sees such a thief scum, he will do his best to kill him." Don't say it, this person will be handed over to the old man, and the old man will never stop if he doesn't kill this thief. ”

Conduct did not persuade again, Hong San and the others didn't know what to say, Mo Tianwen explained a few words, did not ride a horse, and chased straight down the small path where the butterfly escaped just now.

Hong San looked at Cao Xingzhi, hugged his fists and said: "I don't know if this hero's surname is big, if you don't dislike it, why don't you go to Qingyun Castle to rest for a while?"

Conduct said coldly: "No need, I still have to hurry, you can go back to report to Lord Humboldt, the thief has been killed." ”

Hong Sanleng paused for a moment and asked cautiously: "That thief is not dead, how dare the villain deceive the castle master?"

Xingzhi snorted: "A sword of benevolence and righteousness cuts off the unkind and unrighteous people in the world." Since Elder Mo chased after him, how could the butterfly in the waves have a life unless he goes to the heavens and the earth. ”

After saying that, he drove his horse forward, and also brought the horse that Mo Tianwen had ridden earlier.

It is only more than 20 miles away from Chang'an City, although the two horses can't go fast, it is only an hour's foot, and when the majestic Chang'an City Wall is vaguely looking at each other, Mo Tianwen's voice came from behind him: "It seems that the old man is not too late." ”

Turning around, an old man in a gray cloth robe strode over, a few feet in one step, he was tall and thin, his face was soft and kind, but he held a cloth bag dripping with blood in his hand, and a dark and old sword was lazily inserted at his waist.

A smile appeared at the corner of Conduct's mouth: "Elder Mo is indeed a believer!"