The copper lock machine spring sounded softly, and the door of the library opened on time as usual, and a group of trial disciples swarmed in. Luo Qian stood at the end of the crowd, all the disciples had entered the building, and Steward Zhao lay on the rattan chair again with his eyes closed, and a bamboo pole was lazily beating on his thigh.

Luo Qianmai walked in and walked to the rattan chair, and saluted solemnly: "I heard that the steward is strong in martial arts, and the kid is itchy for a while and wants to confirm it with Your Excellency, and I hope to teach you!" This is the rhetoric of Steward Zhao when he invited the flower-faced man, but he was used by Luo Qian.

Steward Zhao slowly opened his eyes and said with a smile: "Oh? It's fun! Let's see what you're capable of. ”

Luo Qian didn't answer again, the bamboo pole in his hand made a sword, the word "sword" sword move has been shot, this move is the first of the four swords in the thousand-word sword dictionary "sword number Juque", since it is a sword competition, starting with the word "sword" is also considered to be appropriate. The four swords of the "Sword Trumpet Juque" opened and closed, and they were like giant swords at the head, and under Luo Qian's hard practice, he used the thousand-character swordsmanship to be decent, and the tiger and tiger were in the wind between the swings.

Steward Zhao didn't get up, lying on the rattan chair, the bamboo pole in his hand waved at Luo Qian's calf, this blow was accurate, Luo Qian was lifting his leg and stepping up, his leg had just been stretched halfway, and the bamboo pole had already arrived first and was waiting there. Luo Qian didn't change his move in a hurry, and his calf was firmly hit by a rod, as if Luo Qian's leg took the initiative to hit the rod.

The calf was numb from being beaten, and the word "sword" could no longer be used, Luo Qian changed to the word "number" sword to change his body shape to stab Steward Zhao's shoulder, and Steward Zhao's bamboo pole changed like a long snake spitting out a letter and wrapped it up and slapped Luo Qian's hand holding the sword, there was a sharp pain in his hand, the bamboo pole in his hand could barely hold it, and the sword that stabbed at Steward Zhao's shoulder was crooked and stabbed into the empty space.

The "number" word sword fell short, Luo Qian's body shape was transformed into a "giant" word sword sideways, Zhao Guan seemed to have expected Luo Qian to change like this, the bamboo pole in his hand had already blocked Luo Qian's bamboo pole three inches from his hand, Luo Qian's sword power was through the tip of the sword, and the three inches were the weakest part of the strength, and the three inches were blocked by the sword power and suddenly collapsed. Luo Qian's swordsmanship changed to the word "que" again, and the sword wanted to stab straight into the door, but who knew that when it was not stabbed out, the bamboo pole of Steward Zhao had already reached Luo Qian's chest.

With a flick of the bamboo pole in Steward Zhao's hand, Luo Qian's chest was hit hard, and he flew straight out of the library building. Luo Qian stood up on the ground with a weak chest, a little excited in his heart, it seemed that it was feasible to find Steward Zhao to practice swords.

After Luo Qian went back, he pondered the situation of fighting with Steward Zhao in his heart, and repeatedly practiced the four swords of "Sword Number Juque", and found that when using the word "sword", if the sword is faster, and when stepping down, the lower leg will not be hit. When the sword is shot, the hand should be raised by one inch, and the blade of the sword sinks, so that Steward Zhao's bamboo pole cannot hit him. The "giant" word horizontal cut should only leave three points of strength, and the sword power will not collapse under the block, and the same is true for the "que" word sword.

When Steward Zhao made a move, it seemed that he could anticipate the enemy's opportunity every time, and his sword moves were broken by him before he could make all of them, and after thinking about it, it turned out that he was used to using the four-character swordsmanship that was connected together continuously, so that Steward Zhao had already seen through his swordsmanship, and looked at this thousand-character swordsmanship was not to be done in one go, but to be able to pinch it with one word and one sword, so that the opponent could not be found.

After thinking about it carefully, Steward Zhao's every blow happened to be on the sick place of Luo Qian's swordsmanship, and Luo Qian wrote down these sick places one by one, and then practiced and corrected them all before coming to the library.

"I heard that the steward's martial arts are strong, and the kid is itchy for a while, and I want to confirm it with Your Excellency, and I hope to give advice!"

After a few breaths, a figure fell out of the library building, Luo Qian patted the dust on his body and stood up, thought about it repeatedly, and practiced it on his own after going back.

The sun and the moon rotate in the Shura Gate, and it has been half a year since the door was closed and entered the mountain.

Not only since when, a rogue disciple who is not a shallow disciple has to come to the door every day to challenge the old man in charge, at least once or twice a day, and at most five or six times, rain or shine, and he is beaten out of the door every time he is two or three times under the disparity in strength, making his face comical and ridiculous. Since ancient times, people who have practiced martial arts have paid attention to integrity, and where this kind of behavior is a challenge, it is clearly a trick, and all the disciples scoff at this kind of rogue practice.

There are also people who secretly observe, at the beginning, the old man in charge only needs to lie on the rattan chair and wave the bamboo pole at will to beat the trial disciple away, and over time, the disciple can actually hold up seven or eight moves under the bamboo pole of the old man in charge before being beaten out of the door, and after a while, the old man in charge needs to sit up from the rattan chair to deal with it. In the second month, he had to get up from under the rattan chair to deal with it, and after three months of hard work, the trial disciple had been able to walk more than ten moves under the bamboo pole of the old man in charge without being defeated.

Those who knew the knowledge all secretly exclaimed, you must know that almost all the trial disciples in the Shura Sect have been knocked on the head with a bamboo pole by the old man in charge, and no one has ever been able to dodge his blow to the head.

Someone followed the example of that disciple and also went to the old man in charge to practice the sword, and the first person was grabbed and beaten by the guards as soon as he entered the library building, because he entered the library with a sword, and the Shura Sect had a rule that he was not allowed to enter the library building with a sword. The second person learned that the disciple took a bamboo pole to challenge, but he couldn't get out of bed for half a month after being beaten by the old man in charge with a bamboo pole, and no one dared to challenge the library except for the rogue disciple.

Everyone speculated that it might be that the scoundrel boy was born with a copper skin and iron bones, and it was okay to knock on the bamboo pole, and everyone didn't know who the rogue boy's surname was, so they could only call him "copper rogues".

The copper-skinned scoundrel Luo Qian flew out of the library building again, and finally survived twenty moves this challenge. Luo Qian knew in his heart that he could survive twenty moves under Steward Zhao, and it was entirely the other party's intention to help him hone his sword moves, and the flower-faced male martial arts of the Shura Sect were so good, he only fought with Steward Zhao with two swords and fled, if he said that his martial arts were better than the flower-faced man, it was completely fantastical.

He also knew that these trial disciples were pointing at him behind his back, calling him a "copper-skinned scoundrel", but he was born as a beggar, and when he asked for food and begging, he was not beaten and insulted by the splashes on the street in every way, and he was already used to being pointed at, and he didn't care about this kind of title.

After a few months of training, the thousand-word swordsmanship has been proficient, and gradually understands that there is also a biochemical restraint between each move of the swordsmanship, and the swordsmanship practice is superb, and there are flaws when shooting, when the enemy wants to gain an advantage in the sword moves, it needs to be varied, and a move and a style should also be adapted to local conditions, and the form of the sword move cannot be confined to the form. There is a distinction between fast and slow swordsmanship, and you can't blindly seek speed, but you should change according to the speed of the opponent's moves when facing the enemy.

Luo Qian has now been flexible in the use of swordsmanship, such as speed and slowness, advance and retreat, and changes, and he can easily grasp one move at a time. But there is one point that Luo Qian has never been able to do, when Zhao manages the sword, he can make the heavy sword a thousand pounds, the light sword is as light as a floating hair, and sometimes the sword seems to have a magnetic force that can stick to Luo Qian's sword or lead it away. No matter how Luo Qian practiced, he couldn't switch between light and heavy at will, and he couldn't figure it out, and he faintly felt that if he couldn't comprehend this important key, the way of swordsmanship would stagnate.

Blue sky and white clouds, in the vast snow-capped mountains, between the cliffs and cornices, a majestic palace stands. Ancient and deep, deep and depressed, the three gold lacquer characters on the plaque in front of the hall are vigorous and vigorous.

Daming Palace

On a terrace in the Daming Palace, the sword qi is flying, the lonely shadow is around, and a girl in a green shirt has a smart swordsmanship and a smart dress is flying. After practicing a set of swordsmanship, Xiao Ling looked at it from afar. As far as the eye can see, the white mountains are covered with clouds and mist, and the thin fingers of the green onions are slashed across the green shirt, and a waist card is held in his hand, and the waist card is only a red Shura with a clear face. The waist card is rubbed in his hand, his eyes are as clear as water, and a wisp of meditation is only lower than his brows, and his heart is up.

The flower-faced man quietly stood beside Xiao Ling, "Miss's swordsmanship has improved again." ”

Xiao Ling said coldly: "Oh? How does it compare to you? The flower-faced man shook his head helplessly: "Freezing three feet, it is not a day's work, martial arts need to be gradual and gradual, Miss must not be too impatient." ”

Xiao Ling put down his thoughts and put away the waist card in his hand, and the sword light rose again.

A year has passed since the attack on the Shura Gate, and since the emperor relented, officials in various places have been granted amnesty, and civil order has slowly been restored. No one in the court dared to mention Li Tangyu's rebellion, this matter was undoubtedly a piece of the emperor's heart, and no one dared to touch this mold. More than 100 years ago, today's Dayong Jiangshan was still under the rule of Li Tang, Tang Xuanzong was content with pleasure, favored the song concubine and listened to the slanderous ministers, and built royal gardens on a large scale, resulting in the withering of people's livelihood in the past few decades, and the people's grievances in various places were boiling. Emperor Dayong Shengwu was the envoy of the German army at that time, and took advantage of the Chen Qiao mutiny in this troubled era to seize Li Tang Jiangshan in one fell swoop. When the Yongjun entered the Tang Palace, the palace was already empty, and the Tang royal family had evaporated from this world. Although Emperor Shengwu sat in the country, the remnants of the Li Tang royal family were still a heart disease, and successive emperors would send people to track down the whereabouts of the remnants of Li Tang.

The Great Yongjian Tiansi was established by Emperor Shengwu during his reign, and its duty was to act as the emperor's eyes and ears and monitor the officials and people of the world. Another important task is to track down the remnants of Li Tang, after more than a hundred years, the remnants of Li Tang have made trouble with the Shura Gate, and their power should not be underestimated, and they are faintly revived. Although the emperor was relieved on the surface, in fact, he wanted to capture the old man, deliberately let go of all the checkpoints to make it surface, and secretly ordered all the members of the Heavenly Supervision Division to monitor every move in the world, and no trace was allowed to be missed.

Cao Li, the Grand Commander of the Heavenly Prison Division, was sitting in a gloomy hut, and the candle flame was dimly shining on Cao Li's gloomy face, making Cao Liqi exude a gloomy and cold air. A spy dressed in black at night landed lightly outside the hut door, and after looking around to make sure there was no problem, he gently pushed open the door of the small door.

The wooden door closed, and the spy walked quickly to Cao Li and knelt down and saluted: "See the Grand Commander." ”

Cao Li snorted lightly and motioned for the spy to get up, and after the spy got up, he took out a sealed wax pill from his arms and put it in Cao Li's hand, Cao Li pinched the wax pill and took out a note to read it, looked up and asked, "Can you be sure?" ”

The spy said firmly: "The subordinates guarantee their lives!" ”

Cao Li nodded expressionlessly: "Tell me how you found out." ”

"The subordinate is responsible for supervising the Central Plains, and found that there is a caravan that buys grain and grass on a large scale, so he has an eye and sends someone to pretend to investigate, it turns out that this caravan is to purchase grain and sell it to Shuzhong. Shuzhong has been rich since ancient times, how can there be a shortage of food in recent years, and his subordinates feel that this matter is too strange, so they follow the caravan all the way. The caravan to Shuzhong changed to zero, the subordinates followed one of them and found that those people actually transported the grain to the west of Sichuan in batches, and then transported the grain to the snow-capped mountains after arriving in the western Sichuan, the road in the snow-capped mountains was difficult, and the subordinates could not continue to track, so they could only explore by themselves, and found that there was a palace in the depths of the snow-capped mountains, and the palace was heavily guarded. The subordinates guessed that those people were regularly afraid that buying grain nearby in Shuzhong would attract attention and expose the location of the nest, so they spared a large circle and pretended to be a caravan to transport grain. ”

"Then how are you sure that palace is the lair of Li Tangyu's sins."

"Just because the plaque of the palace is actually Daming Palace, Daming Palace is the name of Li Tang Palace, who dares ordinary people to act so boldly."

Cao Li's face was cold, and the spies didn't dare to look directly, so he slowly lowered his head. "Who else knows about this?"

"The subordinates know that this matter is very important, and the slightest carelessness will leak the news, so only the subordinates know."

Cao Li nodded with satisfaction, with a look of approval in his eyes: "Not bad!" You are the first to exterminate the remnants of Li Tang, and I will definitely play Your Majesty to ask for credit for you. ”

The spy looked overjoyed, and did not forget to kneel down and thank him: "It is all the commander's proper command, and his subordinates dare not be greedy." ”

The knife flashed, and the spout's head rolled off in an instant, and there was still a happy look on his face. Cao Li's face was expressionless, he kicked away the corpse of the spy who was kneeling on the ground, and took out the note from the wax pill before taking the candlestick. Eight small words were written on the note: "Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, Daming Palace." A wisp of green smoke curled up, and the blood-stained note turned to ashes.