The night is already very deep.

It seems to come from the nature of going out early and returning late in the depths of the bloodline, even the monks who don't need much sleep and can see things in the dark don't seem to go out at will.

Geng Han is only in the Qi cultivation period now, and he still needs sleep, but he can't sleep today.

After rolling over on the bed for a while, he couldn't help it and reflexively got out of bed.

The boy walked up to the mirror, looked at it, and looked at his body carefully.

The injuries suffered during the day are now healed, and no scar can be seen no matter how you look for them.

Obviously, during the day, I still let myself die of pain and a shocking wound, I can only say that I am worthy of being a "fairy"!

Until now, he still doesn't feel like he's an immortal too.

Although his main activities in his life now are to sit and practice, eat delicious food, and associate with all kinds of supernatural people, he still does not feel that he is an immortal.

yes, there are some things that are almost carved into the bones.

Whether it is the low self-esteem of being born, or trying your best to cherish every beautiful mud leg psychology.

These are all things that have not changed after so many years of going up the mountain by themselves.

He looked at his woman-like self in the mirror and sighed helplessly.

Feeling a little distracted, he looked out the window, the night was fine tonight, thought about it, let's go out for a walk.

He got dressed, opened the door and walked out.

Lingyun Peak originally had many disciples living together, but he was a man, so it was naturally impossible for him to live with his senior sisters, so he didn't have to worry about disturbing others.

The scenery of Lingyun Peak, he has seen it all these years.

In the end, it is a mud leg in the countryside, and I have never seen any beautiful scenery before.

When I first came to Lingyun Peak, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to stay here in the future, so I walked around the mountain early.

I remember that there was a senior sister who had been patiently accompanying me at that time, right?

I don't really remember which senior sister it is.

At that time, I was so inferior that I didn't dare to look at these senior sisters carefully, and after knowing it for a long time, I could recognize them completely.

So who was the senior sister who brought him when he first came, and how can he remember it?

Memory is such a thing, once he starts to flip through it, he can't stop, he tries his best to recall the face that has long been blurred in his memory, but he always feels that the memory at that time is like a veil, so that people can't see clearly.

When people are irritable, they like to think crankily, so he simply doesn't leave, sits on a rock, and begins to reminisce about the past.

He thinks everywhere, thinks a lot of things, and there is no logic, just to distract himself a little and stop being so annoying.

Still, he couldn't help but think of the battle during the day, and the man's smiling face, and the pure white sword he used.

……

Under the old peach tree on the side of the martial arts arena of the Falling Sword Sect.

Ling Qiuheng didn't know how many times he peeked at Qin Zi who was carefully practicing the basic sword pile on the side today.

Qin Zi didn't know how many times he noticed Ling Qiuheng's gaze today.

He sighed, stopped moving, looked at Ling Qiuheng, who hadn't cultivated well for a day, and said angrily:

"If Senior Brother Ling wants to see it, you can Zhong Xiufeng take a look at Senior Sister Xiao, what are you staring at me?"

"Ahem—ahem, ahem! Senior Brother Qin, don't talk nonsense, I'm ...... with her."

Ling Qiuheng was taken aback by Qin Zi's words, choked up, coughed a few times, and was just about to quibble, when he was halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped.

"Speaking of Senior Brother Qin, what is your situation during the day today?"

"You're changing the topic too casually, aren't you?"

Consume fakes, Qin Zi is a good guy directly, this product is too abusive, and there is no quibble!

"Alas-" He sighed again, deciding not to look for abuse himself, and to have a good chat with Ling Qiuheng about the day's affairs.

But then again, although Senior Brother Ling always likes to abuse dogs, he actually has a big heart.

It's like he knew from the beginning that Xiao Yuan'er had a good relationship with him, but he never minded.

Today, Xiao Yuan'er came to look for him, but he didn't look for him, and he didn't think there was a problem.

can only say that such a good person, fortunately, neither he nor Senior Sister Xiao are sorry for him, otherwise he is afraid that he will not want to commit suicide with guilt.

Of course, from another point of view, a strange woman like Xiao Yuan'er, Senior Brother Ling is afraid that he won't have to worry about anything for the rest of his life - no one dares to rob him at all!

"Senior brother wants to ask me how I won in the end, right?"

Ling Qiuheng's eyes are so vicious, for now, he is the strongest of the three Qin Zi (Qin Zi is one realm away from him, and he may not be able to win), for him, today he and the kid named Geng Han may really be like a child fighting.

So he only needs to listen to a few key points to almost complete the situation at that time.

The only thing that made him a little uncertain was how Qin Zi won in the end.

According to Qin Zizai's performance in this battle, he really couldn't deduce the final situation.

"Senior brother wants to ask about the last sword I use, right?"

Qin Zi smiled mysteriously.

"Yes, I don't remember you learning a similar move before."

It is true that Qin Zi usually practices swords here, it is no exaggeration to say that Ling Qiuheng was there when Qin Zi was there, and when Qin Zi was away, Ling Qiuheng was still practicing swords.

In this way, the one who knows Qin Zi's tricks best is himself, well, to put it simply, there are no tricks except for basic skills.

Of course, generally speaking, even if there are special tricks, you can't practice them outside casually, unless it's the kind of casual sect that is sectarian.

"And, I've heard people say, your last trick ......"

He confidently weighed his words.

"It's almost exactly the same as Lingyun Peak, right?"

It's actually different.

I knew my own things best, and I just read this set of swordsmanship at that time, and then formed one according to my own understanding and habits according to his ideas.

Because the original version is a simplified version, just as a transition to the full version, the one Qin Zi made up himself is not worse than Geng Han's use, and it may even be stronger, but it can't be directly transitioned to the later version.

"Oh~ I see what you mean!"

'What? What do you understand? ’

"I see, I used to think that Senior Brother Qin was really, well, loves beautiful things, so that's the case!"

"No, senior brother, wait, what do you understand?"

"Huh? It's not because you want to learn the swordsmanship of Lingyun Peak, so you often go over there to peek at Lingyun Peak's senior sister! ”

Qin Zi was embarrassed, turned his head, whistled, his toes buckled to the ground, and he opened his eyes and said nonsense:

"That's natural~"

However, he tried to change the subject, and Zhengse said:

"Of course, it's not only that, senior brother, do you have a swordsmanship similar to that kind of sword?"

Ling Qiuheng thought for a moment, stepped aside, and picked up the sword in his hand.

He raised his sword in his right hand, stood down on the plate, and made the basic movement of piercing the clouds.

Then he stared, "Hey! With a bang, the long sword actually began to glow.

And the moment he appeared in the sword light, "Ha! The ground stabbed out.

The long sword made a piercing sound of breaking the wind, and the speed was so fast that Qin Zi's eyesight couldn't see clearly, and he could only see a ray of light in the air.

Qin Zi's mouth can't close anymore, just this move, there shouldn't be many peers he knows who can catch it, right?

Ling Qiuheng put away his sword and stood up, scratching his head a little embarrassed.

"This trick is my own creation, it has not been perfected yet, the power is enough, but it takes too long to prepare, and it is useless in actual combat."

He thought for a moment and patted his head.

"There's one more trick that I'm doing well."

He put on a posture, raised his sword to the sky, thought about it, put it down again, stretched out his finger and wiped it on the tip of the sword, and a faint light emitted on the tip of the sword.

It's a very simple glowing spell.

He turned his head and smiled at Qin Zi: "This way you can look more clearly." ”

Once again, he took a stance, sword raised to the sky.

Qin Zi saw that his muscles moved in an instant, and they were all one, full of power.

The sword slashed forward.

Generally speaking, this kind of slashing action was very large, but Ling Qiuheng's sword, in the moment when it was halfway through, suddenly changed direction and stabbed forward.

Chopping, stabbing, such actions are not difficult to do, what is really difficult is such a fast speed and almost a conversion that defies common sense.

The light of the tip of the sword drew a folded line in the air.

He turned his head and smiled at Qin Zi:

"This move is called bottoming out, it is a move to change the path of the sword, and it can keep the power of the sword attack undiminished, that Senior Brother Geng has the idea, but the practice is not right."

Qin Zi closed his eyes and frowned, thought about it, and then opened his eyes, his eyes lit up.

He took the sword, stepped aside, and learned from Ling Qiuheng to put on a good stance.

In the spiritual realm, the gray mist rolled and poured into his body.

And the difference this time is that Qin Zi in the spiritual realm also took such a pose!

Then, slashing, stabbing, and sword light drew a fold in the air, although it was not as smooth and sharp as Ling Qiuheng, it was also powerful enough.

Ling Qiuheng's pupils contracted, and he couldn't help but smile and applaud him.

"I see, Senior Brother Qin, this is your talent, it's amazing!"

"Actually, it's not as strong as you think, I can only see a general idea, and I can't completely copy it."

"That's also very exciting, this kind of insight and learning ability, in the future in the battle, you can completely see the loopholes of the opponent's tricks, and then use the infinite changes prepared in advance to overcome the opponent, and you are inherently at an advantage."

Qin Zi shook his head and smiled:

"Sword cultivation is still pure, this method can only be used for early transition."

……

When Geng Han thought of Qin Zi, he couldn't sink anymore.

I kept replaying the scenes of the day in my head.

'What's that?' ’

'It doesn't make sense at all! ’

Why would he use a sword? ’

……

He kept thinking of the battle between himself and Qin Zi, and then the one with Senior Sister Yuan.

It's all his own fault, not only embarrassing Lingyun Peak, but also harming Senior Sister Yuan.

The scenes of the day's battles replayed in his mind, the powerful frustration, and the inferiority complex and cowardice in his bones finally defeated his pretended strength.

In his mind, Qin Zi had almost become a bloodthirsty demon!

Devil?

Wait a minute!

Why do you hate him so much?

He thought about it carefully, it didn't make sense.

He looked down at his hands, he has always been raised as a girl by his senior sisters, he has always been very introverted, but why is he jumping so much today?

He carefully recalled Qin Zi in his mind, the picture kept playing back, and he suddenly remembered a picture that impressed him-

It was Qin Zi standing under the peach tree, with a warm and sunny smile on his face, looking at him with a smile, his mouth opening and closing, and saying a name-

"Guan-He-Village-"

It was the village he once lived in, the village that had long since been destroyed in the war.

！！！

In an instant, a wave of anger rose in his heart.

However, he quickly pressed down.

He crouched on the ground, his hands over his face.

'Why?' ’

He didn't understand why.

Why would he be disgusted by that name, that village in memory.

It seems that even hearing this name makes him feel bored.

The images of the past continue to reappear-

The hard-working and kind father, the gentle and beautiful big sister next door, Aunt Liu who has a knife mouth and a tofu heart in the village, and Uncle Tie who likes to tease his appearance......

Even the big yellow dog raised by the village chief, the big white goose of Uncle Wang's family, and the old willow tree at the entrance of the village......

However, what made him strange was that these pictures, these people and things, he didn't hate them, or he obviously missed them.

So why?

Oh, they're all gone!

The entire village was slaughtered by the rebels, and only he survived.

I see......

Geng Han sat on the ground and opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't cry, he could only wail silently.

He knew why he hated Qin Zi so much.

It turned out that it wasn't a look that hated him in the first place, it turned out to be him, ruthlessly uncovering his cover.

"Guanhe Village", such a name, I try to forget, to ignore, in order to cover up my pain and inferiority.

However, that day, Qin Zi broke his cover-up, so that he had to face the bloody wound.

"Daddy-Mother-"

He fell to the ground, wailing, completely out of the way he usually looked like a man on a mountain.

How ridiculous, a mud-legged man from the countryside, while enjoying the welfare of the mountain people, still feels that he was born lowly, so as to obtain satisfaction.

What is this, self-hypnosis?

He remembered that when he first came to the Falling Sword Sect, it didn't seem to be like this.

Yes, I couldn't sleep all night because of my grief at that time, so what made me try to forget the past later?

It's grief, the grief of the death of a loved one that makes me try to ignore that memory.

And Qin Zi's words reminded him of the pain he had in the past.

Yes, it must be so!

Damn it!

He lay on the ground, thumping hard and screaming in pain.

A fire burned in the boy's heart, a flame called anger.

He had tried to escape, but Qin Zi brought him back to reality.

He didn't hate him, but thanked him.

Because he knew he shouldn't run away anymore.

The anger in the boy's heart is anger at his own powerlessness, anger at this shit-like world, where mortals are slaughtered like chickens and dogs, justice is not served, and good things are easily destroyed.

Relatives and friends were slaughtered in front of themselves, and the beloved senior sister was defeated in front of them......

These things raised a cloud of obsession in his heart, an obsession to protect the good things.

Like an embarrassed wild dog, he struggled to get up from the ground.

Driven by a dark force, he walked down the Lingyun Peak from the sparsely populated path.

The fire in his heart almost swallowed his reason, and he followed his instinct and actually came to the old peach tree next to the martial arts arena.

He reached out and stroked the nodules on it.

Suddenly, his mind moved, he pulled out the long sword at his waist, put on a posture, and raised his sword to the sky.

Slash, stab!

The sword light drew a broken line in the air, smooth and sharp!

Bottoming out!

……

On the Temple of Heaven Mountain, in the Cave of the Sect Master.

Lu Shui smashed the stone table in front of him with a punch, and his face was extremely gloomy.

……

On Zhong Xiufeng, Qin Zi finished practicing a word, put down his pen, looked at the night sky outside the window, and sighed.

"After all, I still live the way I hate the most!"