Jiangnan Haojie Mound

Yun Musheng looked at the bloody-clothed white-haired man standing on the top of the mountain in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh at the vastness of this world, for this world, a small sword can swing the difference between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a strange appearance came into Yun Musheng's eyes, and there seemed to be a gap in the mountain behind Ximen Liuxing, most likely caused by the fast snow and sunshine of Yun Musheng, looking at it from a distance, there seemed to be something that looked like a tomb inside, but without waiting for Yun Musheng to look more, Ximen Liuxing stepped forward to block his sight.

Yun Musheng reacted, and immediately bowed deeply to Ximen Liuxing: "Thank you Ximen seniors for helping, such kindness is unforgettable, but the younger generations can not... Ahem"

Yun Musheng didn't finish speaking, he was choked by a mouthful of blood stasis, Qinglian is a woman whose cultivation is much higher than herself after all, and the starry needle rain each has internal force, even if it is sunny when the snow is fast, it will inevitably suffer some internal injuries, plus there is still some heart fire generated by Yun Musheng's rapid fire attack on the heart before.

The blood-clothed white-haired man looked at the young man in front of him and remembered an old man, the eyes of that person when he was young were as firm and clear as the young man in front of him, and this young man was able to integrate the first realm of swordsmanship and use it in actual combat in just a few days, and his roots and bones can be described as extraordinary, but he is a little reluctant to mix with earthly things.

"What's your name?"

The bloody-clad white-haired guest asked in a deep voice that had been modified by internal force.

"The junior is named Yun Musheng."

"Cloud? Mu Sheng? ”

The bloody-clothed white-haired man recalled the swordsmanship made by the young man, and his surname was Yun, so he must be a descendant of one of the seven swords of Huayun.

Although he didn't have much intersection with Yun Zhizhi during his lifetime, the three words Yun Zhizhi left an impression of Haoran righteousness in the rivers and lakes, and the red-clothed and white-haired man finally took off his hesitation and sighed, and said with relief:

"Give you two chances, within a month, you can either realize the second level of swordsmanship - no sword in your hand, but a sword in your heart, or persuade the head of the Debate Division to let go of the obsession in your heart, and if you do one of the two, I will pass on to you the seventh form of the most difficult to comprehend the rain swordsmanship, Ganfeng Drizzle."

Yun Musheng pinched his fingers and calculated, it was only a little more than a month away from the Sword Climbing Conference, but the two tasks that Ximen Liuxing gave him were extremely difficult to complete no matter which one they were, but since it was a promise given by the Sword Immortal, it must be harder than any pleading, so after thanking him with both hands, he helped Hua Xiaoqi and left.

The red sun rose a little more, and the light shone into the gap in the mountain, and the white-haired man in blood walked to the entrance of the cave and looked inside for a long time, and then lifted the broken stone slab to block the gap again, and the blue jade eyes did not leave for half a minute before the stone slab was completely closed.

Jiangnan Criminal Division

"Didn't you say you wouldn't go? Now you don't even put my words in your ears? ”

Li Qinghe sat next to Qinglian, who was being healed, his tone was full of anger, but the distress in his eyes never stopped, after all, it was Qinglian who was like a sister to him, if he disobeyed her instructions like others, I am afraid that he would have been in a different place long ago.

Qinglian looked at the sword wound in her abdomen that was not fatal but very terrifying, the wound was not big, although it pierced Qinglian's abdomen, it did not hurt any organs, and the sword fairy's swordsmanship could be seen.

"As long as there is the cyan broken sword, the negative man will not forget the dead Tsing Yi for a moment, although he is not worthy of you, but how can I bear to watch the little lord worry about it every day."

Qinglian accidentally moved a little as she spoke, and the wound cracked a little, Qinghe hurriedly helped Qinglian lie down, signaling her not to be excited.

And Qinglian is a person who can't bear it, and after lying down, he began to talk about his experience in Haojie Tomb, and Qinghe remembered something after listening to it:

"According to what you said, the kid who made Kuaixue swordsmanship has mastered the first realm of swordsmanship and the unity of human sword, so if he wants to be strong, he is going to impact the second realm, and this hand has no sword in his heart and has the trick of the sword, which is similar to the art of imperial objects you have cultivated, if you can use it to lure him to us...

Qinglian is worthy of being Li Qinghe's close friend for many years, and as soon as she heard this, she knew what Li Qinghe meant.

"Little lord rest assured, after Qinglian's injury improves, he will secretly look for that Huayun boy, if he doesn't obey, he will pierce his heart!"

Li Qinghe wiped away the bruises oozing from the wound for Qinglian, and said unhurriedly: "Don't worry, after your injury recovers, be kind and persuasive, remember, be sure to make him learn the second realm, and then say our purpose." ”

"Why is that?"

Qinglian was a little puzzled, although the Huayun boy had excellent roots, he was far from being his opponent, as long as he was forced by force, why was he so troublesome.

Li Qinghe put the gauze in the water and washed it, and the blood stasis spread in the water.

"If I'm not mistaken, this young man is the disciple of Yun Zhizhi, at the funeral ceremony of Yun Zhizhi, he showed his edge under the eyes of a group of Jianghu forces, and a few days ago he went toe-to-toe with the gluttonous Wang Shizi at the Jiangnan Poetry Conference, how can such a person be threatened by you, such a righteous hero can only be gracious to him first, so that it is not easy to refuse, I have a plan, you come with your ears."

After speaking, Li Qinghe informed Qinglian of his complete plan, and Qinglian changed her tightly knit brows and smiled after hearing this.

"The little lord is really a master."

Jiangnan Yanyu Building

After Yun Musheng led Hua Xiaoqi to meet Ye Qianqiu, he learned about the big and small things in Jiangnan back then, and the historians of Yanyulou had some records in the Qianji Pavilion, and after obtaining Ye Qianqiu's consent, the two of them came to the Qianji Pavilion with Hua Wuming and began to check the past information.

After all, even Master Yun Zhizhi has reached the second realm of swordsmanship through years of cultivation, and it is simply impossible for him to have no sword in his hand and a sword in his heart within a month, so it is imperative to seize the time to understand and untie the shackles in Li Qinghe's heart so that she is no longer entangled in destroying the green sword.

In the process of flipping through the pages, Hua Xiaoqi kept frowning, as if she had something on her mind, and Yun Musheng remembered what Qinglian said to her last night.

"Are you still bothered by what the woman said?"

Hua Xiaoqi was still staring at the numerous scrolls in his hand, without raising his head, and only replied after a while: "According to the content recorded on the scrolls, as well as what Ximen's predecessors said, Qinglian is Li Qinghe's maid, but in the battle between Ningsheng Tingyulou and Yanyulou that my mother died ten years ago, they temporarily left Jiangnan due to the affairs in the palace, how could she see my mother's death?" ”

Yun Musheng felt that it was indeed unreasonable after hearing it, but there was another thing that made him feel more concerned in comparison: "You said that your mother died in the battle between Ning Sound Listening to the Rain Building and the Yanyu Building?" The murderer of your mother... Could it be... ”

"Yes, although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I can hear from the seniors of Tingyulou that the residual breath on my mother's corpse is from Zhongli's predecessor's imperial art, and according to the strength of a first-class killer like my mother's mother, the only one who can kill him with the imperial technique in this Jiangnan is the big apprentice of Zhongli's predecessor - Ye! Thousand! Autumn! ”

As soon as the words fell, the door of Qianji Pavilion was slammed open, and standing outside the door was Hua Wuming, who had a pale face, he couldn't believe that the owner of the Yanyu Building, who he had assisted for so many years, was actually his own, killing his mother and enemy!