On the coast of the East China Sea, after a long absence, she stepped on the ground again, but the Heavenly Maiden Ling Xin did not feel steady. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

And her uneasiness stems from Ying Feiyang's current condition, since a few days ago, after the two people who recovered from their injuries left Mr. Dodge's, Ying Feiyang has been gloomy, often not saying a word for a long time, and he is like two people in the past.

Ling Xin, the Heavenly Maiden, was a little worried, could it be that he was really aroused by the Yaksha Heavenly Book?

"I hope it's just that he has just recovered from his injuries and is not in good spirits......" Heavenly Maiden Ling Xin comforted herself in her heart, and proposed: "Young Master Ying, I have crossed the sea for a few days, but I haven't rested well, and now that I have gone ashore, how about we find a family inn to stay?"

But Ying Feiyang is self-conscious, as if he has not heard of it.

"Ying Gongzi, Ying Gongzi!" Heavenly Maiden Ling Xin called two more times, and her voice gradually rose before she brought him back to her senses.

"Ahh

Seeing this, Heavenly Maiden Ling Xin was no longer pretentious, her eyes looked at Ying Feiyang and said bluntly: "Young Master Ying, you have been distracted for the past few days, what happened? Since we are companions, if you have any troubles, you can say anything, I may share your worries!"

Ying Feiyang was slightly stunned, then a smile appeared on his face, and said: "The Heavenly Maiden is too worried, I don't have any troubles, it's just that I have a comprehension after two moves with Hu Mingzhu, and I deduce the sword move in my heart......"

"Is that so?" Heavenly Maiden Ling Xin's beautiful eyes flickered, half-convinced, but she didn't ask any more.

And Ying Feiyang sighed secretly in his heart, "It's not that I don't want to say it, it's just that Mr. Dodge is very likely to be the former head of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, my senior uncle Qingyue Zhenren, where can I start with this matter!"

Mr. Dodge has already deduced Ying Feiyang's identity from a sword book given by Gu Jiansheng, but it is also because of this sword book that Ying Feiyang is also suspicious of Dodge's origin.

Mr. Dodge said that he had never practiced swordsmanship, but with Ying Feiyang's understanding of his master Gu Jiansheng, it seemed unlikely that he would give the sword book to a layman who did not practice swordsmanship, and the person who could get the sword book from him must be someone who had a close relationship with him.

Mr. Dodge saw the beginning and the end of the dragon in the past, and it was not until the past two years that he gradually appeared in front of people, which coincided with the time when Qingyue Zhenren resigned from the position of head and hung the seal to leave from the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

Although Mr. Dodge made a low-key move, but the occasional appearance in Langya Hai Market made the lion-faced man admire, obviously a rare master in the East China Sea, and if he talked about his cultivation, it was probably not far from the Qingyue real person, and this is the third.

A lone character who has been idle in the past, taking over the hosting of the treasure fair, but he can deal with everything in a spicy and mellow manner, so that the treasure fair can be carried out in an orderly manner, and this is also extraordinary, and this is the fourth.

The more Ying Feiyang thought about it, the more suspicious he became, so he deliberately tried it at the parting moment, pretending that his internal breath was going wrong, and asked Mr. Dodge to stabilize his internal breath for him, intending to take the opportunity to find out if the true qi he cultivated was also in the same vein as the Lingxiao Sword Sect. As a result, Mr. Dodge refused on the pretext, but this only deepened the suspicion of Feiyang.

To sum up, Ying Feiyang is ninety percent sure that Mr. Dodge is the real person of Qingyue, but-

Everything is meaningless, and without the most important evidence, no one will believe it. And even if he makes it clear, with the current situation, he is still not the opponent of Qingyue Zhenren.

But this is not the reason why Ying Feiyang is gloomy all day, more importantly, Qingyue Zhenren is showing favor to him!

If there was no Qingyue Zhenren secretly sent a message to them to be on guard, Ying Feiyang at this time was probably unguarded, and his bones were blown up by the people and the boat. And then when he was chased and killed by Hu Mingzhu, it was Qingyue Zhenren who appeared in front of Hu Mingzhu to ease his cheeks, otherwise, Hu Mingzhu might not abide by the agreement and let him go.

It was this grace that made him extremely unbearable.

"Qingyue-Uncle!, what kind of mentality did you have when you helped me! Confessed? Regretted? You want to atone for your sin by taking care of me? It's disgusting, isn't it too late!"

Ying Feiyang was extremely resistant to Qingyue's kindness in his heart, but he had already received the kindness before he knew it, which made him even more entangled, and unconsciously, the smirk on his face became solemn again.

Seeing this, Heavenly Maiden Ling Xin sighed softly, and was about to say something, when her face suddenly changed, and she looked into the distance, "That's ...... The signal of the Euthane Pure Sect!"

Ying Feiyang came back to his senses and looked in the same direction, but he was puzzled: "Over there...... What's there?"

Heavenly Maiden Ling Xin said: "That's the secret order of the Youtan Pure Sect, only people from the same sect can perceive it, Young Master Ying, let's go over and take a look!"

After saying that, he took the lead and moved, and Ying Feiyang followed closely.

Soon after the march, I vaguely heard a burst of music coming from the front, the music was generous and intense, cracking gold and gravel, like a golden iron horse, stepping on the glacier.

"This music is full of killing spirit, and the person who plays the music lies in the hand-to-hand fight?"

Ying Feiyang was aware of it, and his speed was faster, and soon he came to a valley, where the mountains were rich in forests, and in the middle was a river, and the flowing water flowed into the East China Sea.

I saw a bluestone on the other side of the river, the two were facing each other, at this time, there was a young man in a Confucian shirt sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, a guqin was placed horizontally on his lap, at this time the ten fingers were flying, plucking the strings and playing the qin, but the sword intent was indeed born between the piano and the music.

The movement of each string plucked caused the sonic waves to explode, and sharp and invisible qi shot out from the strings, and wherever it passed, the grass and trees were cut off by sharp blades.

Opposite the plucker was a familiar figure.

But he saw that the man was carrying a sword coffin that looked like iron but not iron, holding a broken sword, and at this time he was dancing the blade to resist the sword of sound killing that shot in. Although the blade of the sword in his hand was broken, the qi was round, and although the sound waves were like ten thousand arrows, they could not enter the circle around him.

"Is Your Excellency the 'Sword Hunter' who has been in the limelight lately? But I'm just a weak scholar, how did you find me!" the Confucian man complained, and although the sound of the piano was like rain, it could not cover his words, but seemed to integrate his voice into the music of the piano, which was very good.

"A few nonsense, Confucian Qin Sword Prince, show your sword!" said the sword-wielding young man coldly.

The young man Fuqin sighed: "The sword is a murder weapon, why bother to show it lightly? Brother Tai might as well listen to my song of Fuqin, maybe he can become my bosom friend on the string." ”

"If you refuse to draw your sword, then, don't complain about death!" But seeing that the young man with the sword inserted the sword into the sword coffin with his backhand, and when he pulled it out again, the broken sword turned into a complete three-foot Qingfeng, and with the integrity of the sword body, the sword intent was also sharper.

"Don't worry, listen to the last note of my song of ambush on all sides!" The young man stroked the qin and hooked the strings like a bow, and then let go of his fingers.

"Wow!", at the end of the song, it was like a silver bottle bursting, and with a sonorous and powerful sound, it turned into a sharp sword qi and ushered in directly.

Seeing that the two were about to clash, there was a sudden sound at this time, the sound was like Huang Zhong Da Lu, shocking, and seeing the sword light shining, the sharp cold entered the eyes, and the two figures came quickly from the other side of the river and flashed to the center of the battle group.

"The Buddha asked Garan!"

Ying Feiyang and Heavenly Maiden Ling Xin made this move together.

Sonic wave to sound wave, the Heavenly Maiden Ling Xin used the 'Ten Zhangs Light Dust' as a sword, and the sound of the piano was canceled by the sound of the sword like the morning bell and the dusk drum.

Sword to sword, should fly into the sword in hand, and block the blow of the young man holding the sword.

"Wait, listen to the strings, Xu Gongzi. ”

"Put away the sword, Ren Jiuxiao!"