Xu Shanshan's slightest affection for the evergreen boy is gone, just like rotten peach blossoms growing on a peach branch.

Changqing spoke slowly and asked calmly:

"If I learn from you, what about these two girls?"

Both Li Xiami and the boat boss were amused by this kid.

The old man Flying Mouse also smiled and said:

"It doesn't matter, which one do you like, the teacher will be poisonous and dumb for you, and you will take it back to be your daughter-in-law. ”

When Li Xiami heard this, he thought to himself whether he was your nephew or my nephew, I wanted to learn from you and you didn't accept it, what about others, you taught you skills and gave it to your daughter-in-law.

No one paid attention to Li Xiami's sour heart.

Changqing stood up and no longer sat lazily on the wooden bench.

Holding a black iron sword.

Looking at the rolling river from afar, he sighed:

"It's a great place to kill"

The stinging dragon scabbard fell to the ground, Changqing's wrist carried the sword, and his flexible body was far beyond the strength of ordinary people, making this sword as fast as thunder.

When everyone present came back to their senses, Li Xiami and the boat boss, a slight blood line slowly appeared on their necks, Li Xiami's eyes were round, he knelt on the ground, single-handedly to the ground, the corners of his mouth murmured and squirmed, spit out a bunch of blood blisters, but failed to spit out a word, the hull of the boat was slapped by a wave and shook, Li Xiami suddenly lost his center of gravity, and fell to the ground head-down.

The boat boss took two steps back, threw away the knife, clutched his neck, there seemed to be tears and remorse in the corners of his eyes, he fell to the ground, his body trembled because he could no longer breathe, his consciousness was blurred, but he remembered that when he was young, he touched the rudder for the first time, it felt so good, it was better than the feeling of touching the girl, and it was 10,000 times better than the feeling of touching the knife today, and then the sky darkened, and the vitality was cut off.

Changqing looked down at the sword in his hand, the sword body was pitch black and lonely.

When did he start to be almost indifferent to human life Changqing shook his head, the other party is a wicked person, he is not wrong changqing looked up at everyone present.

Xu Shanshan looked stunned and a little ashamed, Chen Xin couldn't bear to see the bloody scene, holding her head in her hands and trembling all over.

The old man, who called himself the Flying Mouse, grinned and said:

"Okay, good, good with a fast sword, it's the old man who has taken a quick sword path, but in terms of cultivation for you, I am not as good as me, and in terms of speed, I am not slow, so your fast sword against me has no advantage, and the old man's proposal is still valid. ”

The world's martial arts, there are extreme foreign roads, ignoring the inner qi machine cultivation, this way of short-term results is good, but there is a limit to manpower, these foreign masters, in the later stage, must need the assistance of the inner family, in order to climb to the top of the mountain, and the rivers and lakes of ordinary martial artists to go to the outside of the road, mostly out of helplessness, good internal exercises, by the master as a treasure, all kinds of apprenticeship costs not to mention, the annual entertainment expenses in the master are astronomical.

And there are also masters in the rivers and lakes who pursue the ultimate in swordsmanship, a fast sword, if practiced to the extreme, it can also achieve some unexpected effects, but many swordsmanship masters think that the persistent pursuit of swordsmanship and ignoring the inner cultivation is the same paranoid way that is not long.

Changqing traveled all the way to the boundary of Hezhou, and the cultivation of the earth character realm had fallen back to the yellow character territory, so the flying mouse thought that Changqing's fast sword was because he specialized in swordsmanship, and what he didn't expect was that the reason why Changqing came out of the sword quickly mainly relied on his different physique from ordinary people.

Here, Changqing slowly put his sword into the sheath, and seemed to agree with the idea of the flying mouse.

Xu Shanshan's bright eyes dimmed again.

Murong Lei was shocked by Changqing's fast sword at first, but when he saw him put the sword into the sheath, he clearly agreed to the thief's proposal, and immediately didn't care about his demeanor, half knelt on the ground, and said flatteringly:

"Changqing Gongzi, let's recite poems together and know each other, it's better to be like this, I'm with you, the younger brother has a solid background, I killed the two of them with you, and then I will be dirty, and I will give you silver when I go back to Murong's house, and everyone will be happy." ”

Changqing looked sideways at this Murong family disciple, and felt that this person was a little funny, not to mention that his proposal was idiotic, and his acting skills were too fake, Changqing did not doubt that he dared to attack these two women, but when he returned to the Murong family, then he Changqing would definitely be dismantled by the Murong family.

Xu Shanshan laughed angrily, and the scholar woman named Chen Xin looked at her favorite dragon and phoenix with a look of disbelief, and her beautiful eyes seemed to be flooded.

The Flying Mouse laughed and said:

"This kid is quite good, white-faced boy, what do you think, you have such swordsmanship at a young age, inherit my mantle, I will pass on your internal skills, you will definitely be able to go to the next level." ”

The Flying Mouse's mind was in a hurry, this kid was not very old, and his means were so ruthless, the sword was unsheathed just now, and the whole body was black but cold, what kind of ordinary iron sword was this, it was clearly a good sword from a famous furnace, this sword alone was worth a few points more than the gorgeous saber of the family brother, could it be from some famous family? If you can really get on the line with him today, it would be good to have some incense, but if it doesn't work, you must kill all the people on this boat, otherwise there will be endless troubles, and the old man's heart is full of thoughts.

As if to see through what he was thinking, Changqing said lightly:

"My name is Changqing, a nobody with no family background, my father once told me, life in the world, do not fight for fame, you can, you can, you don't fight for profit, but you want to fight for a reason, I used to have a reason, and then I found that it didn't make sense, so now I don't need to reason with you. ”

Changqing walked slowly in front of the old man, and the old man suddenly felt that he had lived more than a few years, and in front of this young man, he was really old.

But being old doesn't mean sitting still, it doesn't mean that he's really an old man who has no power to restrain his hands, he doesn't know when he has two more short knives in his hands, the short knives are about a foot long, and the blade flows with the starlight sprinkled in the night sky, like a living thing.

Walking the rivers and lakes for many years, there are always some means to press the bottom of the box, and the flying rat's light skills and qi collection methods do have some doorways, but there are always times in life that cannot be avoided, the dog will jump off the wall when it is in a hurry, and the flying mouse will have fangs when it is in a hurry.

It's a pity that the rat shows its fangs and is only a mouse after all, not a tiger, not a python, or even a domestic cat.

Changqing swung a sword, the sword light was like ink in the night, and the short knife was swung out, bursting out with dazzling light and shadow, but this light and shadow was a little difficult, not as mellow as the black light, the Liang family's swordsmanship, in the end, was one of the best kendo sects in the Nanzhao Kingdom, even if Changqing was just a lowly disciple, compared to these rats, only the swordsmanship was still surpassed.

The flying rat monster screamed, the internal force suddenly condensed his hands, and he seized the opportunity to swing away Changqing's black sword, a little on his toes, his body was like a river wind blowing leaves, swinging into Changqing's arms, he was short in stature, his triangular eyes were full of gloom, but the corners of his mouth were raised at this time.

Because Changqing seemed to be unable to avoid it, and he took the opportunity to stab Changqing under the ribs.

"You're young after all. The Flying Squirrel laughed.

Changqing's face became more and more pale, and his gray-black hair was frenzied by the sudden surging river wind.

"I'm young, but I've lived more than you, and your knife is too short. ”

Before the flying rat could think deeply about what Changqing meant, Changqing simply stretched out his hand and easily held his neck.

I only heard Changqing say lightly in his ear:

"I don't hurt your knife. ”

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On this day, the wind rises in the Huanglong River at night, the river is surging, the fishing boat is like a flat boat in the river ups and downs, a young man in linen and a sword sits alone on the bow of the boat, a body of qi is completely restrained, if it is not for the starry sky is still dotted with stars, it is really difficult to find his existence.

Changqing looked at the river, and once again determined that he could swallow the internal force of others, and he could also absorb the internal exercises learned by others.

It's like a picture scroll suddenly unfolds in front of you, or a road naturally appears in front of you, and at this moment, Changqing remembers the content of the scroll and sees the scenery on the road clearly, in other words, he remembers the way the qi machine works of the Flying Mouse Qigong method.

And the knife under his ribs also healed quickly after swallowing the qi of the flying rat.

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