"Uncle Shi, what is this?"

Contrary to Xiong Junqi's words, the young man shrank his neck back, and said in a hesitant manner, looking at that look, it seemed that he was a little frightened.

"Rubbing what?"

Xiong Junqi's expression was slightly abrupt, and he asked coldly. But in the next moment, he noticed something wrong, that is, he put the thin sword behind him, so that Qiu Fang couldn't see it because of the block.

After all, a cold-faced swordsman like him, as long as the sword is in his hand, and with those indifferent eyes, anyone who is stared at by him will feel cold in his vest, as if he will end up in a different place in the next blink of an eye.

"Yes." Qiu Fang responded, and finally suppressed the reluctance in his heart, stretched his neck, and handed his head over.

Unexpectedly, Xiong Junqi put his finger in front of his eyebrows, and suddenly closed his eyes and concentrated, like an old monk in a trance, without saying a word.

Qiu Fang was about to ask, but he felt a strong storm around him, and the courtyard was flying sand and dust, and the leaves were flying. The young man hurriedly buried his head to see that the sudden outbreak of the wind was actually centered on himself, rolled up from his feet, scattered in all directions, and even lifted his thin body a few inches away.

"Uncle Shi?"

Qiu Fang exclaimed urgently, he couldn't understand what was going on, he just felt that it was really weird, and wanted to ask Xiong Junqi for help.

Unexpectedly, Xiong Junqi ignored it, his eyes were still closed, he didn't know whether he was hit by this gust of wind, or the waves in his chest, the fingers pointing to Wu Qiufang's eyebrows were trembling slightly, and his robe was also hunted by the wind.

Before Qiu Fang could react to what was happening in the field, a thin dark red line suddenly flashed in the center of his eyebrows, this line was like silk, looming, and even wrapped around a faint halo when he looked closely.

Then, after a few moments, this thin line of crimson gradually spread, like a drop of ink falling into a clear spring, quickly blending away, and finally merging into the veins of a sword.

"Will you say this sword?"

At this time, Xiong Junqi slowly opened his eyes and asked Qiufang with a solemn expression. The sword pattern on the latter's eyebrows is not just a symbol or mark, but a sword intent that is stronger than the sword in his heart that he used a few days ago.

Xiong Junqi remembered the short sword that Wu Qiufang took out in the past, and only felt that this kid had a lot of secrets, but his temperament was also extremely strong, if he wanted to insist that Qingshan would not relax, I was afraid that he would not be able to ask why.

When the young man heard this, he was confused by the second monk, and he couldn't understand a word in the words of the ninth uncle, so he had to keep his mouth shut and not answer.

At this time, the wind gradually subsided, the dead branches and fallen leaves fell back to the ground, and the small courtyard was still a stable time with autumn colors, and the sudden wind did not seem to exist.

It's just that the thin sword in Xiong Junqi's hand still trembles slightly.

Seeing Xiong Junqi's eyes staring at his eyebrows, Qiu Fang raised his hand suspiciously, his fingertips crossed his forehead, and a bumpy touch was transmitted to the bottom of the young man's heart, and he couldn't help but let out a "hitch".

"It's a sword." Xiong Junqi saw the clue, his brows loosened a little, he raised his hand, threw the dark red thin sword back into the scabbard, and at the end, he didn't forget to take a look, it seemed to be relieved.

"Uncle Shi, the disciple really doesn't know why." Qiu Fang muttered, and his mind quickly searched for something related to it.

"The sword intent is still above me, but it doesn't seem like a harmful thing."

Xiong Junqi has always been arrogant, in terms of kendo cultivation alone, he thinks that his attainments are extraordinary, and the kendo masters who can surpass him in the world can be counted on both hands. At this time, there are even fewer people who can make him praise like this.

As soon as these words came out, Qiu Fang was even more puzzled, and he pondered for a long time before he hesitated: "A while ago, Li Changfeng of Zhenghou Mountain said that he gave me a sword, and he pointed his finger at my eyebrows at that time. It's just..."

At this point, Akifang paused.

"Just what?" Xiong Junqi asked.

"It's just that he's only a kid about ten years old, how can he be better than Uncle Shi." Qiu Fang couldn't believe that the sword intent in Xiong Junqi's mouth was a sword given to him by Li Changfeng, after all, a ten-year-old child, Ren is a rare immortal for a thousand years, and it is impossible for him to have such a high attainment.

"Don't judge people by their appearance." Xiong Junqi replied briefly. Having said that, he naturally refused to believe in his heart that a ten-year-old boy could use a sword that outperformed him.

But this sword really exists in the center of Wu Qiufang's eyebrows, Xiong Junqi just used his mana to investigate, the sword in the center of the young man's eyebrows is quite strange, and it seems that there are some prohibitions, but he doesn't know the way of enchantment, and he can't see what this prohibition is.

"That day, when I played against everyone in Zhenghou Mountain, I also felt that my eyebrows were different." Wu Qiufang recalled that day, when the sword was about to fall on the top of Zhang Qi's head, his eyebrows suddenly became hot, and it seemed that something was about to come out. But as he quickly suppressed the killing intent in his heart, this strangeness disappeared again.

"I don't understand, but this sword doesn't seem to hurt much, let him go." Xiong Junqi shook his head and said, since you can't guess something, it's better not to guess.

"However, since you want to know what you mean and what you think, you can figure it out." Without waiting for Qiu Fang to answer, Xiong Junqi added another sentence.

"Yes, it's just that the disciple will return to the Mo Sect in a while, if he takes this way... Inexplicable things, I'm afraid there is something inappropriate. Wu Qiufang touched his eyebrows and said with difficulty.

"It's okay, just erase your appearance." Xiong Junqi said calmly, and with a wave of his big hand, the small sword in the center of Qiufang's eyebrows disappeared, but the strangeness of his eyebrows was still hovering in his heart.

"The disciple is now taking his leave." Qiu Fang said with a bow, at this time, it was time for him to return to the Mo Sect.

Xiong Junqi nodded, and finally stopped talking, passed by the young man, and walked like a cloud, his clothes flying. After all, he had already said too much today, and speaking to him was more likely to exhaust him physically and mentally than playing with a sword.

It was almost dusk, and the twilight gradually eroded the sunset streamer, and the autumn boat also changed back to the identity of Wang Guya.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard gate, he walked along the winding path, bypassed the two flower beds, and he had arrived at the hinterland of the Mo Sect, where people came and went, shuttling through them, with a calm face on their faces, and they didn't seem to find any other expression.

Qiu Fang shook his head secretly, these subordinates, as soon as they entered the door of the Mo Sect, they dedicated their lives to the Mo Sect, no matter what happened to their families in the future, it seemed that they were no longer related to themselves.

"Coming back so early?"

An old voice came into Qiu Fang's ears, Qiu Fang turned around, and the person who came into his eyes was naturally Mr. Liu, who had a convenient relationship with him.

"Don't dare to delay, thank you Grandpa Liu for your care."

Qiu Fang replied respectfully, the villain's expression had been learned.

"Is the family okay?" Mr. Liu stroked his long white beard and smiled with Qiufang.

When Qiu Fang heard this, his heart sank for a while, and he only felt that this Grandpa Liu was too polite, and he had to say hello to his family when he came and went. However, the young man didn't think much about it, and still said respectfully: "Grandpa Xie Liu is worried, everything is fine with my father and mother, and the little one is relieved." ”

"Don't worry, don't worry, then you go and rest, Miss must also say that you want to go home later." Manager Liu smiled unabated, slowly waved his hand, and made it convenient for the autumn boat, after all, it was this hour, and it didn't seem appropriate to rush into the yard of the young lady again.

"Yes, the little one knows." Qiu Fang said with his head bowed, and walked to his room alone.

The house has been cleaned several times, and although it is not spotless, it can be said to be simple and tidy. However, this room has been uninhabited for a long time, and there is still a musty smell of dampness wafting in the air from time to time.

Qiu Fang sat on the edge of the bed with a frown, his fingers gently touching the center of his eyebrows. Although the lines were erased by Xiong Junqi, the feeling of warmth has not yet dissipated.

The young man muttered in his heart: "Li Changfeng, this kid is really so powerful? Such a casual sword can make the ninth uncle bow down. ”

Immediately, Qiu Fang shook his head vigorously, in his eyes, this must be impossible.

On Zhenghou Mountain, there are no fewer capable people than Dongjimen, but it is impossible for any cat or dog to have infinite creation.

What Qiu Fang didn't know was that in the back mountain of Zhenghou Mountain, there was an ancestor who had lived for an unknown number of years, he had been in the back mountain and had never appeared, of course, he had too little information in the world, so that he had been feathered and unknown.

And this Li Changfeng also came out of the back mountain, and it is not known that he may have the special identity of a disciple or successor of the ancestor, so it is reasonable to say that he has some special skills.

After thinking about it, Qiu Fang had slowly collapsed on the bed, and he was extremely tired after running like this today.

And the sword intent in his eyebrows has never subsided. Although this sword pattern is not cumbersome, since this thing appeared, it has been continuously devouring the mana in Qiu Fang's body. At first, it didn't feel any different, but time was like water, flowing silently, and after a few hours passed, Qiu Fang's brain was a little drowsy, and a wave of sleepiness hit, and finally let him fall into the warm quilt.

Sleepiness and tiredness carry away the sleeping boy in a distant dream.

First of all, the forests of Zhenming Mountain came one after another, and Qiu Fang saw Yan Qingyun sitting on a faded futon in the thatched hut, his eyes closed, and his expression was cold. Qiu Fang ran and shouted as he rushed towards the thatched hut where he had been raised, but no matter how loud he screamed, Yan Qingyun still refused to open his eyes.

Just as Qiu Fang wondered why the usually deaf and clear-sighted master was still not moving, Yan Qingyun suddenly coughed violently, and before Qiu Fang approached, Yan Qingyun spat out a pool of pus and blood from his throat.

When Qiu Fang saw it, his body shot out, and in his dream, his speed seemed to become faster.

But the moment he touched Yan Qingyun, this dream was suddenly shattered by a sword, turned into green smoke and drifted all the way, Qiu Fang fell into the darkness again, his fingers moved wildly, wanting to draw a talisman, but in the world where he couldn't see his five fingers, his mana was completely unable to be used.

Just as Qiu Fang shouted, the dark sky was torn open again, at first it only emitted a faint white light, and then suddenly scattered into a crimson sword pattern, which was no different from the sword pattern in the center of Qiu Fang's eyebrows.

Qiu Fang hurriedly shouted the word "Master", but no matter how heart-rending his roar was, it was like a silver needle entering the sea in this vast world, without the slightest echo.

After another moment, a black shadow appeared in this sword pattern, and Qiu Fang looked at it closely, only to feel that this figure was short and a little familiar.

Suddenly, his body seemed to meet a suction force, and flew towards the black shadow, halfway through and then abruptly stopped, becoming a duckweed that drifted with the waves, hovering in the air.

At this moment, he saw the figure in front of him clearly.

This figure was wielding the sword with one hand, the sword light was as bright as frost and snow, a smile condensed at the corner of his lips, and he said leisurely: "Senior Brother Wu, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”