The young sword cultivator smiled, his voice was cold, and he mocked:

"The Great Jin Dynasty and the opposition, can you still find someone who is better at imitating handwriting than you?"

Wang Chengzong glanced deeply in the direction of the Prefecture Pastoral Mansion, his eyes as vicious as snakes and scorpions.

"Alright! However, you have to make sure that the letter will not be sent until three days later! ”

The young sword cultivator didn't speak, put a piece of paper on the table, and walked out of the dark room.

"Your youngest son, is it almost time to arrive at the Imperial Mansion?"

Wang Chengzong sighed in his heart, trembled his arms, pointed at the young sword cultivator, and scolded:

"The prince has promised me to let him go home, and you dare to spy on my son?!"

The young sword cultivator paused, turned his head and laughed miserably:

"What about surveillance, maybe protection? Wang Yushi has offended so many people, so he is not afraid that someone will invite your son home as a guest in the middle of the road? ”

Wang Chengzong was ruthless in his heart and said:

"Okay, I'll write! However, you have to make sure that you kill no one of the Xu family! ”

The young man disappeared into the shadows.

Leaving only one sentence, it fluttered softly in place.

"Say it again! The family teacher is now too busy to take care of himself, and he is in retreat to resist the inexplicable catastrophe! ”

Wang Chengzong was stunned for a moment, and his face instantly turned pale.

A bad premonition surged madly into his heart!

Picking up the letterhead on the jujube mahogany table, after transcribing a few sentences, he muttered:

"Prince, why bother...... this?"

In the pastor of Xiliang Prefecture.

The young and strong men fought to the death with those black-clothed sword cultivators, and there was not much left!

Xu Mu and everyone lifted up nearly a hundred dead or wounded veterans one by one.

Seeing the sword wounds on their chests and abdomen, I couldn't bear it.

After a stick of incense, Xu Mu picked up a lame old man.

He was a little familiar with this man, and he was burning a fire in the stove room.

When Xu Mu was hungry when he was cultivating, he didn't want to shout Xiyue to get up and get food, so he often went to find this old man to steal cold dishes and cold rice in the stove room together.

"Uncle, you are a firelighter, what else are you mixed in, is this what you should do?"

"Hey! Second son, what are you talking about? Why can't I come? Back then, I was the captain of the pro-soldier under the state shepherd! ”

The lame old man said loudly and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Xu Mu took out a champa to wipe the blood for him, and didn't say anything more.

Not a few steps after being carried away, the lame old man leaned out on the stretcher and shouted to Xu Mu:

"Second son, we are fighting with the state pastor, but we have never suffered such a big loss!"

Xu Mu looked north, looking at the rows of bloody corpses around Tianyan Xiaozhu, and his tone was ethereal.

"I know."

A veteran whose legs were cut off was unconvinced:

"These people are sword cultivators on the mountain, and the brothers can't beat them even if they try their best. They broke the rules! ”

Xu Mu looked at Chen Shuixuan, who was pranayama with his eyes closed, and said comfortingly:

"Don't worry, they'll be cleaned up."

……

More than ten days.

The affairs of the state pastor's mansion were all coordinated by Xu Wei and Xu Mu, and they gradually recovered to a safe and orderly situation.

Xu Mu secretly sent several people from the Prefecture Pastoral Mansion to keep an eye on the personnel movements of the various prefectures in Xiliang City.

Chen Shuixuan was relieved that he couldn't leave the apprentice, and he didn't leave immediately that day.

Instead, he stayed in Tianyan Xiaozhu, meditated hard, and restored the depleted cultivation of pranayama.

Since then, within the Tianyan small building, the thunder rumbled again!

In the intervening few days, Xu Mu learned from the pain and turned the powerlessness of the cloak and sword cultivation into endless power!

Once again, the true nature of crazy cultivation was revealed, and the Xuan Dao, the Destiny Dao, and the Sword Dao were advancing simultaneously!

There are often problems in cultivation that are asked to Chen Shuixuan, and they almost stump the master!

During the day, the cultivation of the Spirit Sword Channeling Technique and the Seven Swords of the Cloud Pipe never stopped for a moment!

Settle down at night, practice the Big Dipper Yuan Gong, and temper your soul and body!

Little Heavenly Master Xu Mu, the news of returning from the cultivation of Yakniu Mountain finally spread quietly in Xiliang City.

In addition, there is also a rumor in the community: several gangsters entered the state pastoral mansion and plundered a number of property, and the main mother Lin died of fright.

During this period, Bai Buyi heard that Xu Mu had come back and had come to Xu Mu for a trip.

As a result, after eating a breakfast in Tianyan Xiaozhu, he looked at Xu Mu, who was like a lightning sword, and looked at it for half an hour, feeling bored, and went to Yihong Mansion to have fun.

"Brother Xu was right back then, it was really a reckless man who cultivated swordsmanship! This kid's eyes are too murderous! ”

Later, when Xiyue was out shopping, she saw a woman in a plain white dress outside the gate of the State Pastoral Mansion.

The woman covered her face with a white veil, asked Xiyue a few words about Xu Mu, and returned in frustration.

Xu Mu heard Xiyue talk about this matter and stopped his swordsmanship.

looked at the Sheshen Sword in his hand, and involuntarily glanced in the direction of Yihong Mansion, and sighed.

Before he could answer, he was knocked on the head by Chen Shuixuan, who was supervising on the side.

"Stinky boy, don't hurry up and practice! If you don't work hard, you will really become a cultivator and a kendo practitioner! ”

Xu Mu smiled, rubbed his head, and jumped aside.

"Master, the disciple has the posture of a sword immortal! If you break your head, you're the one who suffers! ”

When Chen Shuixuan heard the four words of the sword immortal, he was angry, and he spewed out with swear words!

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! If Dao Ye doesn't beat you again, can you train into a shitty sword immortal? I'm afraid I've already become a blind fortune teller! ”

The sword of sacrifice soars into the air!

The thirteen basic swordsmanship styles were quickly practiced by Xu Mu one move at a time!

Chen Shuixuan's principle of guiding Xu Mu's cultivation is very simple, mainly around the word "fast"!

Of course, the main reason is that he has never officially practiced kendo.

He didn't know exactly how to cultivate to be more effective!

However, since Xu Mu advanced from the First Heaven of the Swordsman Realm to the Second Heaven of the Swordsman Realm, Chen Shuixuan was very satisfied with the results that Xu Mu had achieved by drawing his sword a million times!

Even, in private, he also wrote down the first criterion for the inheritance of the Qianyuan Guan Kendo.

[The first criterion of Qianyuanguan kendo, fast word formula! ] One sword breaks ten thousand laws, one quickly breaks ten thousand swords, and one quickly solves a thousand sorrows! 】

Xiyue and Ding Dong, the two maids, prepared tea for Xu Mu and Chen Shuixuan every day, and stood not far away to watch Xu Mu practice swords.

"Xiyue, have you seen it, Childe's swordsmanship is really fast!"

"Of course, Childe can do everything quickly!"

"Really? I don't believe it! How do you know so clearly? ”

"Dead Nizi, you're making fun of me! See if I don't scratch you to death! ”

Chen Shuixuan looked at the two beautiful maids who were far away, smiling all over his face.

After secretly rubbing Xu Mubu's hexagram, he sighed, worrying about Qin Xin'er who stayed in Qianyuan Temple.

Three more days passed.

The border fighting was temporarily suspended, and the Northern Yuan army retreated like a tide.

Xu Zhilang took the two secret letters in his hand and read them all night!

A letter was sent from the state pastoral office, and the payment was made by Xu Mu's sister and brother.

Another letter, sealed with fire paint, was also sent from the state pastor's office, the recipient was the Northern Yuan Emperor, and the payment was Xu Zhilang!

The next day, Xu Zhilang's eyes were bloodshot, and after showing one of the letters to Shen Yingxing, he burned it on the candlelight.

After discussing with Shen Yingxing for a long time, he made a plan.

instructed Shen Yingxing and Xue Dingfang's right army to stay for the time being to deter the border passes.

And Xu Zhilang quietly returned to Xiliang City with a large army to rest.

A few days later, the moment the army entered Xiliangzhou City, the sky was completely dark!

Squeak!

The gates are open!

Behind the city gate, there were Xu Mu, Xu Wei and Chen Yajiu, who sneaked back a day earlier.

Chen Yajiu bowed down and welcomed Xu Zhilang in.

Xu Wei saw her father with a frosty face, suddenly shed two lines of tears, and hurriedly wiped them away.

"Dad, you're back." Xu Mu took a step forward and said.

"I'm back." Xu Zhilang patted Xu Mu's shoulder and hugged Xu Wei in his arms.

After a pause, he shouted without turning his head:

"Lei Fat, Chen Yajiu!"

"The last general!" Lei Wanjun's round body came out of the crowd.

"The subordinates are here!" Chen Yajiu took out a blood-glittering short sword from the side of his combat boots.

Xu Zhilang's eyes changed from kindness to frost, and he waved his horsewhip fiercely in the direction of the Imperial History Mansion.

"Fence it out!"