"Brother Qiu, what kind of exercise method is this?"

Ling Zhen was busy asking questions, eager to get an explanation.

"It's done, it's easy."

Qiu Jin was quite complacent, and grinned, "This sword, after all, has been in my spine for ten years, and it is really easy to suck!" In this way, counting the 'Eight Swords of the Strange Scripture' and the 'Twelve Swords of the Righteous Scripture', I already have twenty-one sword qi in my body. ”

He turned his head again, smiled at Ling Zhen and said: "Brother Ling, my master passed on my set of Lingshu sword techniques, in addition to giving birth to twenty natal sword qi in the eight veins of the Qi Jing and the twelve veins of the main meridian, it can also absorb the true power attached to the enemy's sword into the body, and store it in the 'Lingshu Sword Box', which can be used by me at will, and can kill the enemy out of the body during the battle. ”

Ling Zhen understood, nodded his head and replied: "Absolutely, this set of Lingshu Sword Techniques is really amazing, Brother Qiu's mentor must also be a fairy-like figure." ”

Qiujin didn't answer this, but looked at the table again.

He picked up the thin sword, which was already dull and looked like an ordinary iron bar, and muttered to himself: "One of the top ten divine swords in the world, the fierce soldier Feathered Serpent, known as the ghost blade, has really suffered a lot thanks to you over the years......

He threw the iron blade called "Feathered Serpent" on the ground, raised his right foot, and stepped down extremely hard, and with a click, he trampled it into worthless parts.

Ling Zhen put himself in his shoes.

If you were in such a situation, you would definitely step on the sword like this.

"In the sword box in my body, every flying sword that I keep warm has a name, and I gave it all to me."

Qiu Jin smiled and said, "Old man, I want to give this wisp of sword qi a new name that sounds better than the word Feathered Serpent. ”

Weng Zhongwen's master and brother all died under the Feathered Serpent Sword, so naturally they didn't have a good impression of this blade, and frowned and asked, "What?" ”

Ling Zhen listened attentively.

"Three thousand bones."

Qiujin slowly spit out these four words in his mouth.

Ling Zhen looked dazed.

Why such a strange name?

But he soon understood the intention of Brother Qiu's name.

Ling Zhen smiled: "This name is excellent. ”

Weng Zhongwen was also stunned at first, then nodded and replied in approval: "Good name." ”

The snow in Kunlun will not disappear for thousands of years.

The opening of the sky failed with 3,000 bones.

With a single sword, 3,000 bones were buried!

"Well, I really don't know how you survived these ten years."

Weng Zhongwen couldn't help but sigh, "If it were me, I'm afraid I would have committed suicide a long time ago." ”

Ling Zhen said: "Yes, Brother Qiu, if it were me, I might not be able to continue to live with that heart......

Qiu Jin looked at the ground, smiled bitterly, had a complicated mood, and said truthfully: "After the failure of Kunlun Mountain to open the sky, the meridians of my whole body were seriously damaged, the internal force was almost empty, the sword heart was covered with dust, and the realm also fell uncontrollably, from the Supreme Realm to the Four-Rank Condensation True Realm. In the past ten years, I have been living in seclusion in the countryside, living with Chun Manlou, not so much in cultivation, but in secretly hiding to cultivate the 'heart' and rebuild the ambition of the year. ”

Suddenly shook his head, Qiu Jin's expression became obviously lonely, and he sighed: "It's a pity that the 'Qiu Jin' back then, there is a high probability that he will never come back." ”

Ling Zhen felt the same way.

Nodding again and again, Ling Zhen, a green-robed guest, said, "Brother Qiu, I understand what you mean. ”

When I was a teenager, I would always be gradually lost and disconnected from my heart because of all kinds of things encountered on the road of growth.

In the end, it is the sad ending that disappears.

Such a sad thing that is inevitable on the road of life, and whoever wants to escape it is all difficult and almost impossible.

Ling Zhen is like this, and so is the former Little Sword Saint Qiujin.

"Back then, in Kunlun Snow Mountain, the ghost sword feathered snake was inserted into the bone, and it was you who Zaiyang took action to harm you?"

Weng Zhongwen asked.

"It can't be him, hasn't that guy been killed by my own hands? I guess that most of it was done by Zai Yang's former subordinates, in order to avenge his master, he specially took advantage of my opening of the sky to sneak in and attack me! ”

Qiu Jin gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Back then, at the top of Wanshou Mountain, wasn't there a damn guy who rushed out and snatched Zai Yang's body?" At that time, I was really exhausted, my body was very tired, and I chased after him, but I finally let that guy escape. Damn, I knew this was the case, even if I tried my last breath, I should have killed him! ”

Ling Zhen was indignant, and coldly heard what the old man said.

The old man surnamed Weng looked at Qiu Jin with a helpless look, sighed again, and said in a deep voice: "You are closed to news in the countryside, and you don't know about the world's major events, in fact, the thief in Zaiyang is not dead......

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In the sword house, Qiu Jin was very excited, and suddenly shouted: "What? Jaeyang isn't dead yet?! ”

Ling Zhen, who was sitting on the side, was an "outsider" with limited information, and he didn't know what kind of person the guy surnamed Zai Mingyang was and what bad deeds he had.

For the year-old friends of Qiu and Weng, the weight of the word Zaiyang is no less than that of Wuyue Xiongshan and Canghai Snow Field.

Weng Zhongwen had an extremely helpless expression, lowered his eyebrows, the old Taoist nodded, and said with a gloomy look: "Yes, that evil guy not only did not die, but also became the only vassal king with a different surname in the Longshu Dynasty, and now he is sitting in Gunzhou...... Kaiyang City. ”

In the end, the three words of Kaiyang City, the old man surnamed Weng spoke very lowly, and his voice was so weak that it was almost difficult to hear it really.

Ling Zhen leaned his ears to hear it.

Kaiyang is the place where his teacher Lingpu Zhenren used to be.

Ling Zhen didn't know about this.

But for the old man, it is a pain that cannot be erased in this life.

"Such a thing?!"

Qiu Jin was furious, his eyes were burning with fire, "I obviously pierced his chest with a sword, how could I ......?"

"As the saying goes, good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years, and the dog thief in Zaiyang is indeed not dead, and he lives a very nourishing life."

Weng Zhongwen shook his head and sighed to himself, "Why don't I want to avenge my master and the two senior brothers?" But I am alone, and I am weak, even if I can enter the mansion of the vassal king, how can I be his opponent when I see the enemy Zaiyang? There's no way, it's just like this, hiding in this small bamboo house in Gangnam Province, and hiding for ten years......"

The two were silent for a long time.

Ling Zhen was speechless.

What else can you say at such a time?

That's a real blood feud.

Thinking about it, Ling Zhen could naturally understand the ...... of the people in the bureau Extreme pain!

Qiu Jin, who had also been closed for ten years, spoke first, breaking the silence in the room, and he said lightly: "Zaiyang, I will kill you, for me, and for the three thousand monks who died tragically in the snow mountain." Some revenge, even if you die, you have to revenge! ”

Weng Zhongwen looked at the young man in front of him, his lips moved slightly, and his heart was in a trance, and in a daze, it was as if he had seen Qiu Jin ten years ago again.

Ling Zhen really admired Yu Qiujin's spirit, and said in his heart: "I should really take Brother Qiu as an example in my life." ”