Qingchen, who was unhindered, rushed down the Taiji Palace in one breath without hindrance, and I have to say that this cultivation is indeed rare. Qingchen, who had fallen with a breath of true qi, gradually regained his senses, and his footsteps gradually slowed down, and finally he fell to the ground......

The blood on his bloody left shoulder had long since dried, and the blood-red shards of his white clothes swayed in the wind, and he didn't even notice whose sword had entered his shoulder in the chaos.

"How many disciples have you hurt?" Although Daoist Yun Song in the Taiji Palace was seriously injured, he still stood upright resolutely, without any emotion in his tone, and his eyes were shining from time to time.

"There are 23 second-generation disciples and 57 third-generation disciples, but fortunately, Qingchen did not kill anyone, so they were all slightly injured. One of the disciples replied a little weakly. Except for the elder uncle's generation, none of the disciples who met Qingchen could survive two moves, and such a gap in strength was simply an insult to those who practiced martial arts.

"Also, he injured a few people who came to the banquet, including the disciples of the Wuchang faction and Qiuyue Mountain. "If you hurt the disciples of other sects, this matter is different.

"Find him and bring him back!" Although Yun Songdao's tone was cold, and he cherished words like gold, he finally had a warm heart. His peers all know that this is just his seemingly cold appearance.

Everyone went down the mountain separately to find Qingchen's whereabouts. The Taiji Palace, which was still bustling, was only left with Yun Song and several of his senior brothers, all of whom were elders of the Taiji Palace, and another disciple of Yun Song, Qingchen's senior brother - Qingmo.

"Find him before everybody, bring him back, I'm sure you can do it. Qingchen's voice was still emotionless, but these words couldn't hide his worries about Qingchen. Even if he seriously injured him, even if he injured dozens of disciples, he still had to bring him back to himself, after all, it was dangerous outside.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is actually protecting the dust. Otherwise, with the status of Yunsong Dao Chang in the martial arts, a random heroic post can make it difficult for Qingchen to move an inch in the martial arts.

Qingmo and Qingchen are both orphans adopted by Yunsong Dao people, the two have depended on each other since childhood, although Qingmo is one year older than Qingchen, but because Qingchen started earlier, Qingchen is still a senior brother in terms of generation. Unlike Qingchen's talent and self-created martial arts, Qingmo has a mature mind since he was a child, and he has comprehended simple moves and styles to the extreme, but he is very practical. The martial arts of the two are completely two styles, but they are actually comparable.

Now, Qingchen has almost become a rebel in the Taiji Palace in the eyes of everyone, a public enemy of martial arts, after all, the act of mutilating a fellow disciple and seriously injuring the master is the most likely to cause public anger in martial arts. Until now, only Qingmo, who has been dependent on him since childhood, and several elders of the Taiji Palace, are still bent on saving him, so it is the best choice to let Qingmo bring him back.

Bringing Qingchen back to Taiji Palace, firstly, it is for Taiji Palace to deal with it himself, so as to protect him on this ground; second, judging from the sword style he used, Qingchen has signs of going mad, and he must be brought back to Taiji Palace, otherwise it may cause trouble to the rivers and lakes.

Qingmo took a black sword given by his master and went down the mountain lightly. This black sword is almost the same as the one in Qingchen's hand, but the inscription on the hilt is different, this handle is engraved with "mountain", while the one in Qingchen's hand is engraved with "dragon".

The difference between these two swords is that the blade of this sword is only a small section three inches long at the tip of the sword, and the rest of the sword is unedged black iron. In addition to still maintaining the shape of a sword, it can't even be called a sword anymore.

"He might go back to that place. Qingmo thought about it, and took a step under his feet, and what came to mind was all the things he had experienced with Qingchen - supporting each other since childhood, growing up together, practicing swords and laughing proudly in the wind and snow, being naughty and being punished by the master together, and going down the mountain to receive training together......

Qingchen, who had escaped, found a place to hide, bandaged his wound briefly, changed into a white coat, held an unsheathed black sword in his backhand, and walked aimlessly in a slightly bleak town. If it was more than thirty years ago, most of the places where this sword appeared would have been accompanied by bloody storms, but now people seem to have forgotten about it, and it is also because of Old Man Liu's uniqueness!

The people of the rivers and lakes of the year are getting old, how can the younger generations understand that fear?

Look at the vendors struggling to make ends meet, the big bowls of tea when the street passers-by rest, the wine flags fluttering in the sunset, and the little beggars who are bullied on the roadside...... Qingchen couldn't help but remember that he was also in such a small town ten years ago, and he was so helpless at that time, and no one sympathized, but this is human nature.

Looking at the skinless little beggar who was beaten in order to ask for a mouthful of leftovers for his seriously ill mother, Qingchen couldn't help but be moved, as if he saw his own shadow back then. Qingchen decided to do his best, just like when the master took him with him, in your eyes it is the light of fire, but in the eyes of others, it is the vast moon. What's more, isn't this exactly what the master has been teaching since childhood?

Qingchen bought two meat buns and gave them to the little beggar along with a few copper plates. The little beggar stubbornly refused to accept it, and under Qingchen's repeated insistence, the little beggar finally accepted it, but also gave Qingchen a wooden sword carved by himself, and he used his "beloved things" in return, struggling to maintain his broken dignity.

Everyone, trying to live with dignity, even if your so-called dignity is worthless in the eyes of others.

"Little friend, your family is from this town, what's your name?" Qingchen asked.

"My name is Ling Feiyun. The child's eyes were resolute, and he was full of an aura and calmness that was very inconsistent with his age.

"Ling Feiyun, good name. "Indeed, people are as their name suggests, and the snow flies into the sky.

Qingchen turned around, got a piece of linen, rolled up the carved crooked wooden sword and carried it on his shoulder, as if he was carrying himself twenty years ago on his shoulder. He has too much to do with this town, and now when he "absconded", he unknowingly returned here.

Leaving the town, he headed in one direction......

The capital of Jiang Guo - clean the dust, he came here. A familiar teahouse is associated with a familiar person and a familiar past. I have been reborn here, and now I have come back here with a lot of crimes, is this reincarnation?

In the Taiji Palace, one of the thirty-six factions, the people of several major sects outside the main hall were violent, and they asked the Taiji Palace to give them an explanation.

The closed-door disciples of the head of the Taiji Palace went crazy in their practice and injured the disciples of other sects, you must know that these people are here to congratulate Yunsong Dao Chang on his birthday. Although the injury is not very serious, but he came with sincerity but was injured and left, how to make people accept it, naturally it is very unpleasant.

In the Taiji Palace, several elders with seniority were reporting the situation to Yunsong, and there were also Master Kongyuan, the abbot of Yunding Temple, and Master Qianfeng, the head of the Wuchang faction, and Lin Ziliang, the head of Qiuyue Mountain, these three pressures were too great, far from being comparable to other small sects. After all, Yunding Temple, Wuchang faction and Qiuyue Mountain are all big factions in the rivers and lakes, the top of the 36 factions, and the status of the two heads in the rivers and lakes is needless to say.

"Let the martial arts friends move to the Yigua Hall, and I'll be there later. Yun Song commanded softly.

"Yes. Yun Song's fluttering words were like a reassuring pill, and the disciples of the Taiji Palace instantly gained confidence, including those Taiji Palace elders with a high status in martial arts.

"In Xia Yunzhu, on behalf of Taiji Palace, thank you martial arts friends. The senior brother in charge has just come out of the customs, and I invite you to move to the Bagua Hall later, and the senior brother in charge will come later. Yun Zhu politely said to the angry group of people.

Yun Zhu is Yun Song's junior brother, and he is also the head of the Taiji Palace, and the affairs of the Taiji Palace are generally decided by him. So his words still have some weight, and this also represents the meaning of Yun Song, and it is also the meaning of Taiji Palace.

Even if it is the abbot of Kongyuan and Master Radiant Wind and Lin Ziliang, they have to give enough face, which is enough to see Yun Song's status in the martial arts.

"I didn't expect such a thing to happen before I left the customs, and Poor Dao compensated everyone on behalf of Taiji Palace. I have sent someone down the mountain to capture the rebels, and the injured disciples of various sects can recuperate from their injuries in the Taiji Palace, and the Taiji Palace will definitely give you an explanation. Yun Song said and saluted everyone.

Fellow martial artists returned the salute one after another, after all, everyone came to celebrate his birthday, and there were really not many people who had the status of Daoist Yunsong in the rivers and lakes enough for him to salute.

Needless to say, the status of Yun Song and Taiji Palace is not to be said, and it also shows that it will give everyone an explanation, and this face must be given.

"Please wait here for a while, and come as soon as you go to the poor road. As he spoke, he handed over the guests to Yun Zhu, and led a few elders into the back hall......

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On the other side, Qingchen walked into the familiar and unfamiliar teahouse, and asked for a pot of "Miao Feng" according to his previous habits, which was their favorite tea, with a warm taste, a peaceful taste, and no loss of strength, which had some similarities with the kung fu of Taiji Palace.

He asked for a pot of tea and sat down, and he was going to wait here for the person he was waiting for. Fortunately, there are a few rooms in this teahouse where the main tea is located, so Qingchen stays here for four days, every day in addition to eating and sleeping time to come to the lobby to have a pot of wonderful wind, I heard that the storyteller tells the story, fortunately, the silver taels given each time are far more than the tea money, otherwise the guys in the store may not be able to bear it for a long time.

But the storyteller seems to be very interested in him, since Qingchen came, there has been a lot of news in the martial arts recently, and there are more and more echoes of tea drinkers in the lobby, it seems that things in the rivers and lakes are still as popular as ever. The guy who poured the tea and refilled the water was very busy, but the shopkeeper of the tea house frowned and became worried, as if he was considering finding two more guys.

Today is the autumn equinox, and it is also the fifth day that Qingchen came to the teahouse in Cleansing City. On this day, he went downstairs early in the morning, asked for a pot of wonderful wind, and found a table in the corner and sat down.

The weather turns cloudy, and the autumn leaves begin to show themselves, and the fallen leaves on the streets are rustling. It was evening, and the shopkeeper was almost full, so he asked the man to cover the door to prevent the falling leaves from flying in.

Suddenly, the gate was pushed open, and the autumn wind also took advantage of the weakness and sent a few reddened wind leaves in.

Then came a man dressed in black, holding a sword in his hand, and asked the shopkeeper for a pot of wonderful wind and then found another corner to sit down.