Jiangnan Haojie Mound

When I woke up again, it was already noon the next day, and it was worthy of the person who knew that Ximen was staying here, and dared to come to the Peach Blossom Pavilion to steal the sword, the high martial arts gave Yun Musheng a sense of unreachable, and this sense of oppression made Yun Musheng see the distance of the world, and his heart that wanted to become stronger was burning hard with the attitude of a small fire.

Yun Musheng got up and looked around, what shocked him was that the black-clothed man with strong martial arts last night had been stabbed into a blur of flesh and blood by an unknown sharp weapon at this time, and died tragically to the side, while Hua Xiaoqi was still asleep beside him.

Yun Musheng knew that even if he was as strong as Hua Xiaoqi, in the face of such a powerful thief, it must be difficult to fight, looking at the scars on that person's body, he was injured by the blade, it should be that after he fainted last night, Ximen's predecessor killed that person in order to protect the cyan broken sword, and Hua Xiaoqi also suffered some trauma like himself.

But even in such a dangerous situation, this woman has never left herself alone, thinking of this, Yun Musheng looked at Hua Xiaoqi's eyes a little more gentle, no longer as she was like before, she only regarded her as a strange woman who could fight, but regarded her as a companion from her heart.

It's just that Yun Musheng doesn't want to admit this, because the two companions he once wanted to protect have just left, and before he becomes a strong man, he doesn't want to, or dare not call anyone a companion.

At this moment, Hua Xiaoqi stretched his waist and woke up, and when he saw Yun Musheng who was looking at him in a trance, he suddenly exclaimed: "Hooligans!" What do you look at me for! ”

This shout made Yun Musheng, who finally looked at Hua Xiaoqi a little pleasing to the eye, and immediately felt a piercing feeling that made his whole body uncomfortable, he forcibly endured goosebumps all over his body, and asked Hua Xiaoqi: "What happened after I fainted yesterday?" ”

Hua Xiaoqi took out the bronze mirror, manipulated the piece of paper to pick up Yun Musheng's sword, and said to him: "Senior, you don't know the sword in your hand, he can't teach you swordsmanship." ”

"What is ... Don't recognize? ”

Yun Musheng has been practicing swordsmanship with the masters of the sect since he was eight years old, and he is not proficient in the swordsmanship of Kuaixue in one hand, at least he is also playful, but he has never heard anyone say that he does not recognize his sword.

Hua Xiaoqi looked at Yun Musheng, who was dazed, and continued to recall:

"Hmmm... Xiaoqi didn't understand much.,Just listen to what the seniors say about you.。。。 It's only vertical and horizontal, half of the internal force made by the sword move is borrowed, and it doesn't really integrate with the sword in his hand, and what kind of sword has its own soul or something, hey, Xiaoqi has never practiced swordsmanship, you realize it yourself. ”

Yun Musheng listened to Hua Xiaoqi's words thoughtfully, in the past few months since he came to Jiangnan, he has continued to fight with people from all walks of life, during which the vertical and horizontal exercises in the body have continuously staggered the internal force, and the martial arts of many people who practice martial arts have been used by Yun Musheng, which should be the "borrowed internal force" mentioned by Ximen's predecessors.

And this method only allowed Yun Musheng to invoke the internal force obtained in the battle, and did not really integrate it, which should be what Ximen's predecessors said, only vertical, not horizontal.

Yun Musheng remembered that when Mr. Nan taught his own vertical and horizontal skills, he mentioned that the combination of vertical and horizontal is to gather scattered internal forces, and the horizontal is to expand and extend his internal forces.

Thinking about it carefully, along the way, Yun Musheng mostly only used the method of combining vertical and horizontal to aggregate internal force, and rarely used the method of connecting and horizontal to truly use it for his own use. As for the sword soul and sword spirit, it made Yun Musheng confused.

He vaguely remembered that when he was young, Master Yun Zhizhi seemed to have said something, there was a beautiful bird living in the Thousand Bird Sword, it was ice and snow smart, and it would fly with the master's consciousness, and Yun Musheng at that time only thought that the master would tell him fairy tales again, and he didn't think too much.

And listening to the seniors mention it today, it made Yun Musheng open the door to a new world in terms of swordsmanship, can this sword really give birth to a soul? If it's true, then why didn't the internal force pass into the sword last night when facing the man in black?

These questions entangled Yun Musheng, he picked up the sword in his hand and put it aside, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and integrated the internal force, if he wanted to solve the doubts about whether there was a sword soul, he first had to connect and absorb the so-called borrowed internal force in his body that was gathered by the Vertical Exercises.

Jiangnan Criminal Division

"Your Royal Highness Princess, the rain servant who was sent to steal the sword yesterday has not returned yet, I'm afraid... It's the same as the one sent before, all ... ”

"Did I say that in the Criminal Division, you want to call me in charge?"

As soon as the words fell, the woman in the seat glanced at the maid beside her, and the rain waiter who had just come to deliver the message fell to the ground in an instant, with no scars on her body, only two red spots on her throat.

The maid gently hooked her hand, and among the two red dots on the throat of the rain servant's corpse, two small silver needles were pulled out, and along with a barely visible fishing line, they were withdrawn into the maid's sleeve.

The woman on the throne sighed slightly, then clenched her fists and slammed into the stone seat, and a wave of qi burst out, knocking down the surrounding tables and chairs.

"Why, what's so good about Tsing Yi, the dignified princess of Nanling in this palace is not as good as a dead person?"

The person who spoke was the pearl of Li Chitong, the son of Nanling, Li Qinghe, since she was born, she was really like a pearl, fair and exquisite, and Li Chitong took great care of her.

Even if Li Qinghe later came to Jiangnan in order to admire the high-spirited Ximen Liuxing at that time, Li Chitong, the son of heaven, not only did not object, but also specially invited the swordsmanship master in the court to teach his swordsmanship, and also directly incorporated the killer organization called Ningsheng Listening to the Rain Pavilion to help Li Qinghe gain a firm foothold in Jiangnan.

Seeing this, the maid beside Li Qinghe wanted to share the worries of her master, so she said: "Lord in charge, or the slave maid will go in person... ”

This woman's name is Qinglian, since she was a child, she has been accompanied by Li Qinghe's companion reading boy, and the son of heaven Li Chitong saw that the relationship between the two was good, so he sent someone to cultivate this woman, after all, in the court, there is a henchman who can be completely trusted, and it is always much more convenient to act.

Li Qinghe knows the high martial arts of Ximen Liuxing, Qinglian is a person in her heart, and she will never let her take risks, as for why Li Qinghe will fall in love with Ximen Liuxing, it must start with the case of Jiangnan Assassin Tomb twelve years ago.

That year coincided with the Sword Climbing Conference, the Son of Heaven Li Chitong took the eighteen-year-old Li Qinghe to the south of the Yangtze River, and after Yanyulou got the tip, he spent a lot of money to hire the strongest killer of the famous Ning Sound Listening Rain Pavilion at that time to protect him secretly.

In this way, it can add a line of defense for the safety of the holy car, and secondly, if there are really bad people, the blood will only be stained by the condensation of the rain pavilion as a killer organization, after all, Yanyulou is a decent person in Jiangnan, such dirty work, try not to do it yourself.

But just when the Son of Heaven left the table and returned to the inn, An Lingjun Yu really launched an assassination operation to kill the Son of Heaven, between the sword and the sword, Li Qinghe, who had not yet learned martial arts, and Li Chitong, the Son of Heaven, were scattered, and they were caught before they escaped far.

Just when her life was hanging by a thread, a red-clothed and white-haired man stood in front of the killer, and Li Qinghe didn't even see the man draw his sword, and the group of thieves who were about to kill him fell to the ground one by one.

Qinghe took a closer look at the man in front of him, although he was full of white hair, but his face was still a young man, perhaps it was due to practice, or he was born with a white head, in short, from that moment on, she secretly promised that he would not marry in this life.

But before Qinghe stepped forward to say anything, the man was summoned by two women who were also two women who were also the killers of the rain pavilion, which made Qinghe, who had always been quarrelsome, jealous, at that time she didn't know who the two women were, but she knew that the faces of the two looked very similar, one was dressed in green clothes, and the other was wrapped in paper puppets.