"Pei Li, say hello.

The investigation of the five taels of heart is complete, you are right, we really did not find it.

He exchanged "Avalanche Snow" for Xinpo back then, and it is unknown where it was used, but in short, this record was later erased, so "Avalanche" could not enter, and [Xinpo] was nowhere to be seen.

It's a pity that there have been many officials big and small for the past 20 years, and we still don't know who he is and when he did it.

Fortunately, Qijiao has been crippled, and Cui Yu is now acting unhindered in Bowang, I will investigate them one by one as soon as possible, if you have any clues about this person, remember to reply and come back.

In addition, thank you for the 'Flying Feather Immortal Fourth Order' method attached to your last letter, Master is very happy to see it, but he can't practice it himself now, and he just urges me every day - how to connect between [Breaking the Ground] and [Treading Water and Picking Scales], can you please talk more about it in detail?

Don't take risks, take care of everything, and say hello to the sword master and the kitten. ”

Pei Li put down the letter, late at night, there was only a lone lamp in front of the table, and a blue bird full of aura stood on the top of the lamp and trimmed its feathers, seemingly not afraid of the scorching heat at all.

In addition to this new letter, there was also an eye-shaped jade pendant shining under the lamp, Pei Li had just picked it up, his movements suddenly froze, he raised his hand and pressed his eyes, his brows were twisted tightly, as if he was enduring some kind of great pain.

The black cat watched him quietly, until a moment later, the boy gasped for breath and slowly lowered his hand, the molten liquid in his eyes gradually faded.

"The hole you broke through that night, the edict will always erode in with it." The black cat said softly, "This matter is very serious, and the moment you are completely out of control—in a moment, it will lure the Immortal Monarch down." ”

Is there any way to delay it?" Pei Ye gasped lightly, this kind of pain of being eaten away by the mind was only known to the calendar, he stretched his palm three times, and his fingertips no longer trembled.

"[Quail's Head] is already the best means." The black cat said, "In the final analysis, the erosion of the mind by the edict and the immortal monarch is only based on the [Quail Head], even if it really descends into your body, the [Quail Head] is already a sword and shield that is enough to resist. But different people with the same sword will have the same clear victory and defeat.

"-The problem is with you, Pei Li."

“.”

"Ming Qitian is right, you have to make up for yourself first, a healthy mind, although you can't fight against the flawless and incorruptible sword-holding heart of the Immortal Monarch, at least it is enough to resist the erosion of the edict." A pair of emerald clear blue eyes looked at the silent young man, "What are you thinking, Pei Li, what do you want to prove?" ”

Under the half-light and half-darkness swaying, the young man lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.

"Nothing." After a long time, he said in a low voice, "I'll kill him first." ”

He stretched out his palm to pick up the jade pendant and stared deeply at the pupil.

——

The gray river traced back for a long time, and Pei Ye saw the faint color in a tributary.

Jinghu, Yashan, Gaolin, for decades, a generation has passed, but Hushan Jianmen seems to have never changed.

Under the winter sun, the white snow covered everything, and when the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy ran into the sword field with a knife, the sword stake was still shaking, but the person who practiced the sword was nowhere to be seen, and the young man looked around and shouted: "Senior brother! Brother! Division—"

"You're noisier than a hundred ducks." A lazy voice came from his head, and the young man looked up sharply, and the sparse sunlight shone down, and among the shadows of the branches and leaves, he was lying on a tall tree in a white shirt, one leg half hanging, and he was holding a book in front of his face with one hand.

"Come down! I've learned the word [Whale], let's compete! ”

“.” The man closed the book with one palm and flipped it down, "Take my sword." ”

The boy ran to the weapon rack: "Which one do you use?" ”

"Whatever."

The young man checked them one by one, deliberately picked a very heavy one, ran over and handed it to him, the man took it nonchalantly, and waved it twice: "Come on." ”

The young man solemnly put on a posture and did not forget to remind: "You remember to press the true qi to the four lives!" ”

"Hmm."

The young man's sword jumped up, the man stepped sideways with the sword, the sword "Qiang-" crossed the ground, a mysterious ripple swept away invisibly, and the man's long sword instantly lost its strength.

The young man was overjoyed at first glance, screamed strangely, and seized this opportunity to turn his knife and slash.

However, the man had already put his sword behind his back with his feeble hand, and stood still, looking at him calmly.

The next moment, the boy stumbled under his feet, as if his left foot stumbled on his right foot, and rushed forward with a few strange dance steps, and the last dog gnawed mud and fell in front of the man's feet.

The long knife "ding" fell to the ground.

"What's that?!" The young man shouted as he tugged at the tangled invisible filaments on his body.

"Yesterday, I saw that you were about to finish practicing, and you practiced the gadgets with your hands." The corners of the man's mouth curled slightly, "Do you like it?" ”

“.” The young man let out a heavy breath, "Next time I want to stipulate that you are not allowed to use arrays and magic weapons!" ”

"He wants me to be pressed to the fourth life, and he doesn't allow me to use a knife, and he doesn't allow me to use a formation magic weapon. You tied me up and beat me up. The man stretched out his hand and said, "Have you brought anything I wanted?" ”

The young man broke the mess, stood up sullenly, and took out a book of sword theory from his pocket: "Well, this is it, I think it may be helpful to learn "Avalanche". ”

The man reached out and took it, and began to look down and flip through it.

Actually, I think Master is right." In the quiet, the young man whispered a little, "Cultivation has to make use of your strengths and avoid your weaknesses, if you put these efforts on the sword array or anything, you will already become a young man." ”

"If you want to be the master, you have to enter the second order of swords, how many times has Master said it, what are you talking about here."

"But I think." The young man's voice was a little quieter, "What's good about the head of our Sword Sect A few years ago, the senior of Yangyi Building, I feel that one can beat our master a hundred times and invite you to learn art, why don't you go?" ”

"So you're the 'bird', Qu Zhoufu." The man rolled his eyes and chuckled, "I just want to take the Hushan Sword Sect and become a sect like Yangyi Building." ”

"Wow."

"And I've recently found some clues."

"What?"

The man frowned and looked at the sky: "Our sect. It seems to have been inherited from ancient times. ”

“.？”

"Really, but it seems that only the head of the house can control it." The man said.

"Did you ask Master?"

"I asked, but the old thing said no."

"Then you really got it then, and secretly show me it."

"Well said."

The young man obviously didn't believe it, he was silent for a while, but he still said: "But I think that some roads don't work because you have to change the road, and it has taken you five years to enter the second type. Master is right, this sword is good, if it doesn't work, if it doesn't work, if it doesn't work, if it can't be compromised, it has to be compromised. ”

Then the man's smile also retracted, his lips pursed into a thin sharp line, and he looked down at the book, his face was expressionless and lazy.

"I don't compromise on anything." He said casually.

Qu Zhoufu left, and the man sat alone in the middle of the field, carefully reading the sword book page by page. When he was alone, the man's laziness washed away a lot, and a sharp edge came out, and he devoted all his energy to what he was doing, and his other hand kept rubbing the hilt of the sword.

Time passed, and as twilight came, the man rubbed his brow and stood up, looking thoughtfully at the sword in his hand, and slowly pulling away from his posture - he had never been so serious in those countless areas of expertise.

Standing still for a long time, a sword stabbed out, but his arm was tilted first, and his true anger walked wildly.

The man took a light breath, readjusted his body with his eyebrows, stood still for a while, and drew his sword again, and his true qi exploded in his wrist.

Such a scene was twenty-nine times in a row.

The sword field had completely entered the middle of the night, and the lake and mountains seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and in the reflection of the cold moon and snow, the man was once again blown up by his true qi.

He rubbed his eyebrows a little tiredly, took a deep breath to adjust again, a sense of irritability but could no longer be suppressed, in the silent and unmanned sword field, he shook his arm sharply and smashed the sword to the ground.

In a series of "ding" sounds, the man raised his head expressionlessly and stared at the deep high sky for a long time.

——

A long time has passed in the middle, and on the sword field, the frequency of the man's figure is several times that of others, and when Pei Li came to the next node, it seemed that a few years had passed.

This time it was in an unfamiliar courtyard, Pei Ye had never seen this courtyard in Yang Yan Mengli's field of vision.

Qu Zhoufu is already a champion, his childishness has taken off a lot, and there is already the calmness of the old age between his eyebrows and eyes, and he is practicing in the courtyard with a knife.

The man was now about twenty-two or three, leaning back in his chair with a book of swords, and from time to time he raised his eyes to look at the movements of his junior brother.

"What did you make a name for yourself in the state city two days ago?" Qu Zhoufu said, "Yesterday, the young lady who assassinated the Shi family ran to the gate of the mountain to find someone. ”

"A few half-witted people wrote and boasted, and I wrote one, and they gave me the name of the Rausch."

"Is it expensive for you to get a picture now?"

"Sick."

"I'm not asking you to sell it." Qu Zhoufu said with interest, "Didn't we discuss getting a pair of good swords to pass on, since you have a level, you will inscribe a few on it, and then make a name for yourself, and you will know that it is our Hushan Sword Gate at a glance." ”

“.” The man put down the book, his eyes moving, "That's fine."

Qu Zhoufu came to the task: "Then when I think about it, you can engrave it." ”

The man chuckled, "Don't be ashamed. ”

"Of course you have to think about it, otherwise where am I involved in this sword?"

"When the time comes, you hold on."

“.”

At this time, the man frowned and stared at his movements: "The key to the third article is 'deep', not to inhale harder, but to try to see something more essential. ”

Qu Zhoufu put away the knife and wiped his sweat, shaking his head: "I can't see it, I can't understand it. That's probably my limit. ”

The man's brows furrowed slightly, as if he didn't like to hear this: "You're only twenty." ”

Qu Zhoufu smiled: "How many times have you said it, if you can't pass these two swords, you can't pass - it's been nine years since you learned the first style, aren't you still unable to enter the second style?" ”

The man smiled suddenly.

"I used it once yesterday." He said softly.

"What?" Qu Zhoufu was stunned.

"Maybe the talent is just stuck here." The man did not hide his pleasure, "I can just get there by piling up a pile of time." ”

“.”

"I heard that someone from Yunlang Mountain went to the foot of the Tianshan Mountain to talk about swords a few days ago, I want to listen to it, if it is useful, I should be able to learn it thoroughly." The man said with a smile, "By the way, take the pair of swords that I have commissioned. What's wrong, your face is ugly? ”

"Nope." Qu Zhoufu smiled reluctantly, "Senior brother, you really learned. Do you still want to be the head? ”

"Naturally, did I say I was going to change?" The man's hand flipping through the sword book paused for a moment, and said softly, "Since Master told me that it is necessary to enter the second sword. I've been working on it for eleven years. ”

Then he laughed: "Remember what I said to you a long time ago - I don't compromise on anything. ”

“.”

"Alright, let's go back, I'll leave tomorrow." The arrogant man didn't care too much about the strange appearance of his junior brother, he didn't ask much when others said it was okay, that was the pride in his bones.

Pei Ye watched the man disappear into the darkness of the mountain pass, and he dragged the time back for thirteen days before the figure returned to his vision again.

He was carrying a long pouch, and the lightness on his body was very subtle, but it was still visible to the naked eye, and Pei Ye knew at the first glance that he had achieved the purpose of this trip.

He didn't have much patience to appreciate his pleasure and pulled the clock back a little bit again.

Two swords fell on the table, and three people stood in it, and the high hall was still dark and lonely.

The man's cold expression reverberated in this space: "It took me ten years to meet your requirements, and you tell me that you passed on the position of head to him?" ”

"Zhou Fu has this qualification."

"Don't play stupid, give me a reason."

"There's no reason." The old man looked at him calmly, his expression was the same as that of Qu Zhoufu thirty years later.

“.”

"There's no reason." The old man repeated, "In ten years, I have said a thousand times that you are not the right person." ”

Pei Li knew that he was.

Tough, calm, sensible, talented. Although pride, pride itself is not a defect, it is just the temperament that the head of the sect brings to a sect.

It's a pity that the one chosen by Hushan Jianmen has never been the better one.

Only the man's clear breathing in the hall, Qu Zhoufu lowered his head and said nothing, Pei Ye came to the table, the black and hard knife he was very familiar with, but now it looked much newer.

"I'll find out what's going on." The man's cold words sounded behind him, and Pei Ye reached into the bag and took out a piece of casting paper.

In the days when he won the championship, Zhao Zhang told him that sword casters with famous surnames often give guests such receipts, including the location and season of casting, materials used, and process casting methods. Finally, there will also be the name of the person who inscribed the sword.

"The swords are in pairs, each casting two sentences, saying: The bright blade washes the blood, and the sword grabs the plum posture; After three years of burial in the snow, the soul of the knife is not lost. ”

"Scholar, Qu Candle."

(End of chapter)