Liu Yiqing was stunned...... But he didn't jump like thunder because of Ning Que's words...... On the contrary, there was a look in his eyes, and he explained indifferently: "I have been sitting quietly on the futon these days, although it is not intentional, but it always affects the cleaning of the academy, so I will try to do it myself, but it is familiar and not worthy of admiration." ”

Ning Que didn't expect that the other party was not angry, and he was naturally cautious in surprise, but he didn't show the slightest expression in his demeanor and words, and said with a smile: "I'm more used to using a broom." ”

Liu Yiqing sneered slightly, thinking to himself that he really wanted to start fighting again? It seems that Ning Que is really as rumored, and he will never miss any opportunity to disturb the other party's mood.

However, just as he was about to reply, Ning Que suddenly suppressed the smile on his face, lightly dusted off his hospital clothes with his left hand, and placed his right hand in the air in front of him, looking calm and focused, and said, "Please." ”

The posture he posed was very imposing, and the calm and focused expression on his face, coupled with the extremely concise invitation word, immediately aroused the applause of the onlookers.

The change in the atmosphere that followed made Liu Yiqing's eyes squint slightly.

According to the cultivation world's description of Mr. Thirteen of the Academy, Ning Que, this is a person who is ruthless and resolute against the enemy, but is accustomed to using nonsense and childlike bickering.

The adjudication department of the Xiling Temple once came to such an evaluation: All the nonsense and childish impulses are Ning Que's tricks and a means he uses to disturb the opponent's state of mind.

Liu Yiqing thinks that he has a very in-depth study and judgment of Ning Que's temperament, so when Ning Que said the mocking sentence that was enough to make many people feel confused and even vomit blood, he could wait calmly...... He was even ready to talk to this man for a long time in full view.

However, he didn't expect that the other party would be so direct and simple today.

Could it be that the other party has been in retreat and penance in the cliff cave for three months, and there is really some kind of adventure and creation?

Liu Yiqing glanced at Ning Que cautiously, turned around and walked towards the middle of the clean and dust-free blue brick floor, and as he stepped out, he gradually returned to his initial absolute calmness.

Ning Que also walked to the field and waited quietly.

Everyone's gaze followed the two of them as they walked, shifting from the side entrance of the academy to the blue brick floor.

Take advantage of the fact that no one notices you...... Sangsang walked out of the side door.

The big drag is because of Tang Xiaotang's identity as a demon sect, and Chen Pipi and her did not appear.

Liu Yiqing raised his left hand, and between his slender palms, which were covered with dirt, he held an ordinary blue steel sword.

He raised his sword and looked at Ning Que...... "I know that your most powerful weapon is an arrow, and I still use a sword. ”

Sang Sang stood under the green tree on the sidelines, listened to these words, untied the heavy bag behind him, put the big black umbrella aside, found the black iron arrow box, and prepared Ning Que to speak, so he sent the arrow box over.

Ning Que didn't speak.

He looked at the ordinary green steel sword that Liu Yiqing held in his left hand, and his eyebrows slowly raised.

Because he knows the sword.

Two years Tao came to Chang'an City from Weicheng, he and Sang Sang rented a shop in Lin47 Lane, and opened Lao Bi Zhai, when Lao Bi Zhai's business was very cold, so he clearly remembered who the first guest of Lao Bi Zhai was.

On that day, Chang'an City was dying

Under the eaves outside the old pen room, there is a middle-aged man sheltering from the rain, the man is wearing a green shirt, his eyebrows and eyes are handsome and free, and he can illuminate the gloomy rainy day when he laughs.

The middle-aged man was the proprietor of the shop, and he used to wear a sword around his waist.

The reason why Ning Que can clearly remember the middle-aged man, of course, is not only because he is the first guest of Lao Bizhai.

Another rainy day...... The middle-aged man came to Lao Bizhai with an oil-paper umbrella, when Ning Que was squatting on the ground eating noodles, the middle-aged man squatted beside him and said a few words to him.

"I'm going to kill someone. ”

"I need someone by my side.

Because of these two sentences, five hundred taels of silver tickets and Xiao Heizi's entrustment, Ning Que followed the middle-aged man into the rainy night, into the streets and alleys of Chunfeng Pavilion that had not yet been renovated and were in tatters, and then they began to kill people, side by side, until they killed everyone, they walked back to Lao Bizhai and ate a bowl of fried egg noodles.

The middle-aged man had a ...... Very arrogant surname, with a very gentle name.

His surname is Chao, the dynasty of the Tang Dynasty.

His name is Chao Xiaoshu.

Ning Que and Chao Xiaoshu didn't meet much often.

But he remembered this ...... to Xiaoshu people, and I want to never forget jì for the rest of my life.

He also recognized the seemingly ordinary green steel sword on Chao Xiaoshu's body.

But that sword was held in the hand of Liu Yiqing, a strong man in the Southern Jin Dynasty, and stretched out into the spring breeze.

This is not the Spring Breeze Pavilion.

Ning Que looked at the sword, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I don't use arrows today, I use knives." ”

For some reason, he didn't ask Liu Yiqing about the origin of this sword.

I also don't know for what reason, Liu Yiqing took the initiative to lift the sword.

"Do you recognize this sword?"

Ning Yuan nodded and said, "This is the sword of the Old Dynasty of the Spring Breeze Pavilion. ”

Liu Yiqing looked at him and said calmly, "Don't you want to know why this sword is in my hand?"

After Ning Que thought about it, he said very honestly: "Yes." ”

Liu Yiqing seemed to be very satisfied with his answer, and said: "Chunfeng Pavilion Old Dynasty, it is really a very flavorful name, on that rainy night in spring two years ago, I think the taste of Chunfeng Pavilion at that time should be bloody...... You may have forgotten that you once killed a Southern Jin swordsman. ”

Ning Que silently recalled the scene on that rainy night, although there were too many people killed by Chao Xiaoshu and him that night, but the powerful Southern Jin Dynasty swordsman was not so easy to forget.

He muttered, "So the man ...... He is a disciple of the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion. ”

Liu Yiqing said expressionlessly: "That is my eldest brother's personal disciple, but he died tragically under the joint efforts of the two of you, this matter always needs to be explained, Chao Xiaoshu lost to me, so his sword is now in my hand, but there is still one you missing, so I waited for you at the gate of the academy for three months." ”

Since seeing the sword, Ning Que's eyebrows have been slightly raised, even when he answered honestly, he didn't fall, but at this time, when he heard Liu Yiqing say that Chao Xiaoshu was defeated in his hands, his eyebrows suddenly fell, and his expression was extremely calm, and it even made people feel a little cold.

Flail Yiqing said, "Do you want to know where Chao Xiaoshu is now?"

Ning Que's tone was still very honest: "Yes." ”

Liu Yiqing looked at him and said in a cold voice: "Then take out your true strength and fight with me, no matter whether you win or lose, I will tell you what you want to know." ”

Ning Que suddenly laughed, and after thinking for a while, he turned around and walked towards Sang Sang under the green tree on the sidelines.

Liu Yiqing thought that he was going to get the rumored terrifying iron bow, and smiled proudly.

Ning Que walked in front of Sang Sang, but did not move.

He didn't come to get the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, but he was going to take another thing that the Sixth Senior Brother had just done for him.

Because at that moment of Xiantao, he was going to kill this Southern Jin swordsman named Liu Yiqing.

But when he walked up to Sangsang, he suddenly changed his mind.

Because sometimes it's harder to be alive than to be dead.

So he walked back to the field from Sangsang's side.

Liu Yiqing looked at him with empty hands, frowned slightly and said, "I want to see your true realm." ”

"I said I don't use arrows today, only knives. ”

Ning Que stretched out his right hand into the air, looked at him and said calmly, "Because you are not worthy." ”

Liu Yiqing was still not angry, and asked indifferently: "Then who is worthy?"

"My iron bow shot through Prince Longqing, and I shot through Dao idiot, you are not as good as these two people, so you are not worthy. ”

After saying this, Ning Que took a deep breath, tightened his mouth, held the handle of the knife behind him and pointed obliquely at the blue sky with his right hand, and slowly pulled out the slender black and traceless Pu knife.

His movements are ordinary, casual, but determined not to be interrupted by anyone.

Just like he did two years ago on that rainy night, when a middle-aged man in a green shirt slashed his sword in front of him and killed the enemy, defenseless at close range and did not hesitate to give his life to him.

Liu Yiqing clearly sensed the change in the aura on Ning Que's body

His love has not changed, his clothes full of dirt and dust flutter with the spring breeze, and the whole person is like a sword washed by spring water to be extremely bright.

His most respected brother once told him that no matter what kind of enemy you face, no matter how the enemy changes, all you need to do is draw your sword out of its sheath and stab it into the other person's body.

Therefore, Liu Yiqing calmly drew the green steel sword in the sheath, and then stabbed straight at Ning Que's body.

Straight stabs, like sticks, like the sorrow that no longer sways in time

There is no sword intent, and there is no flying sword roaring through the air.

This is a pro-simple sword.

But it is the most powerful sword.

The Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion is different from all the sword cultivation sects in the world, and what is practiced is not the art of sword control.

The disciples who came out of the Sword Pavilion would never use their telekinesis to manipulate the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, and then use the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to control the Natal Sword.

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion only trusted their own hands that held the sword.

Their most powerful swordsmanship is the sword in their hand.

The sword is in the hand, and it does not need to be controlled by the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi at all, and it can directly condense the Heaven and Earth Teeth and Qi around the sword.

This is the sword path of Liu Bai, the strongest sword saint in the world.

With the sword in his hand, there is a great river in it.

If you are invincible in front of you, you will be invincible for thousands of miles.

The loneliness in his hometown in the past years, the cold eyes he received after coming to the Sword Pavilion, the thoughts and gains from sitting quietly in the academy for three months, including the mocking and contemptuous gazes of the Tang people, the voices of those discussions that made him angry but hidden, and the deepest pride in his heart, all melted into this sword.

Such a simple sword poured into Liu Yiqing's lifelong realm cultivation, and the air in front of the sword blade suddenly shrank, avoiding all around, and an absolute vacuum appeared.

A few green leaves fluttering in the air could not fall on the clean and dust-free green brick ground, and they turned into powder.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi outside the side gate of the academy vibrated violently, condensing and pouring towards the sword body in his hand, and then seeped out from the blade of the sword, faintly becoming a wind and thunder, whistling.

In an instant, Liu Yiqing swept the distance between the two.

The tip of the sword carried the wind and thunder, and directly blasted towards Ning Que's front door.

(This is chapter six, I'm crazy, so ...... There's also the seventh chapter, go to bed after writing, when will it be more, I really don't know, strive for it before half past eight, because after waking up, I have to continue to write, wipe my sweat. ）