"What did you do?" Since He Guxuan handed over the book to Mu Zixuan, he was naturally ready in his heart, even if Mu Zixuan summoned another Ziwei Emperor from the book on the spot, he could wait and ignore it, but Mu Zixuan destroyed the book without even reading it, but it was completely unexpected to him, He Guqiu squinted his eyes and said warily: "Why did you destroy this book again?" Mu Zixuan, what are you thinking?"

"I should say that I went to great lengths to find it in order to destroy it with my own hands. Mu Zixuan flipped his hand, and the ashes in his hand were scattered and scattered in the wind. "Look, the "Taiyi Xuanjing", which carries the lives of thousands of people, is no different from the ashes burned, and it is also scattered with a light blow. ”

"Youning she actually accompanied her life for this thing, ha, is it worth it? Since she wants it, then I will definitely take this broken book and burn it to honor her. Mu Zixuan stretched out his hand, trying to grab something from the scattered ashes, but his hand was empty, and he couldn't catch anything.

He Gu sighed: "Youning has been dead for so many years, and you still miss her, you are really affectionate, and you have no regrets." He Guqiu said, looking at Ji Yaoyu intentionally or unintentionally, but Ji Yaoyu's expression was as usual, and she didn't see joy or anger.

The ashes dissipated, and the lonely and sad look on Mu Zixuan's face also dissipated, and he returned to his past calmness, and sincerely thanked him: "The knot in my heart for many years has been untied in one day, thank you Uncle for making it complete." ”

He Guqiao got up and said: "Thank you for saving the word, I just fulfilled my promise, you should be glad that you burned the book in time, otherwise maybe I would have started to grab books and kill people now." He Guqiao's words were not alarmist, he only said that he would hand over the "Taiyi Xuanjing" to Mu Zixuan, but he did not say that he could not take it back after handing it over.

"Do what you say, you promise a thousand gold, Uncle Shi may be the only real person in the Lingxiao Sword Sect, no wonder he is not allowed by his peers. ”

He Gu said poorly: "Okay, don't waste your lips and tongue on provoking, my 'apprentice' will borrow you for a period of time first, and you will return him to me intact." I'm not used to staying in this Luoyang, so I'm going to go first. ”

He Gu was poor and wanted to leave, and patted Ying Feiyang, at this time, a faint mosquito sound came into Ying Feiyang's ears: "Keep an eye on him, if he has dangerous movements, he can go to Zhuyixuan in the eastern suburbs of Luoyang to find me." ”

After that, he didn't care whether Ying Feiyang agreed or not, and left on his own.

After walking a few steps, Mu Zixuan suddenly said: "Uncle Shi helped me fulfill my wish, I should also repay the favor, I wonder if Uncle Shi is still interested in "Ten Thousand Dao Returning to Heaven Sword Technique"?"

Hearing this, He Gu's poor body stagnated, and stopped, when he was disturbed by killing thoughts in the past, he had always hoped to rely on the "Ten Thousand Dao Guiding Heavenly Sword Technique" to be liberated, and in order to get this book, he was thinking about it, and his actions became more and more extreme. Now that he has regained his Dao heart, "Ten Thousand Dao Guiding Heavenly Sword Technique" no longer means much to him, but his obsession for many years has become a knot in his heart, how can he let it go?

"What do you mean?" He Guqiu turned around, although his voice was still steady, but his flickering eyes could not hide his excitement.

"I just have a transcribed version of the "Ten Thousand Dao Guiding Heavenly Sword Technique" in my hand, although at most I only copy out the essence of the original version, but it also reduces the risk of forgetting the swordsmanship I have practiced, and it is just right to solve my uncle's long-cherished wish. ”

He Guqiao was slightly moved, the reason why most of the superior swordsmanship is a solitary book is because it is extremely difficult to copy these swordsmanship. These sword scores are often a harmonious whole, words, images, every stroke of the word, every line of the image, and even the inconspicuous fine lines on the scroll may hide a different kind of sword intent, and the transcriber needs a high degree of cultivation and a thorough grasp of the sword technique to transcribe this sword intent.

There are not a few people in each generation of the Lingxiao Sword Sect who have gone mad because of forcibly copying the sword technique, and the one who can copy the top sword technique of the "Ten Thousand Dao Guiding Heavenly Sword Technique" has never existed.

Mu Zixuan said that the transcription in his hand copied out the essence of Sancheng, which can already be said to be shocking.

Although He Guqiu was shocked in his heart, he said vigilantly on his face: "What conditions do you have?"

Mu Zixuan took out a scroll from his arms, threw it at He Guqiu with a grin, and said, "There are no conditions, I just want to help you, and somehow, when I saw Uncle Shi for the first time, I felt kind, and I felt like I had been rescued by Uncle Shi a long time ago." ”

Although there are still some doubts, but the things that he has asked for for many years are now so easy to get into his hands, He Guqiu can no longer hide his excitement, and slowly opens the scroll, but the scroll has not yet been opened, He Guqiu suddenly closed the scroll, and returned to his usual indifference and said: "If I expected it to be correct, this volume is your master, my good senior brother copied it!"

"Not bad. ”

"If it were someone else, it would be a skill to be able to copy the essence of ten percent, but for my senior brother, it shouldn't be difficult to copy ten percent of the essence, right?"

Mu Zixuan nodded and said: "It's really not difficult, but the master said at the time that only these thirty percent of the Ten Thousand Dao Guiding Heavenly Sword Technique can only be seen, and the remaining seventy percent are not to his liking." ”

Hearing this, He Gu was stunned for a moment, his face changed countless expressions in an instant, and finally he lowered his head and chuckled, the laughter was low and depressed, as if he was laughing at himself, and he was crazy, and the tone of his voice was as harsh and ugly as a steel needle scraping the ground.

But after a while, He Guqiu's head gradually raised, from a low head and a deep smile to a loud laugh in the sky, the laughter rose layer by layer, and continued to rise, like a goshawk straight up to the sky, and the piercing tone also became high-pitched and heroic, quite a bird's-eye view of the world after going straight to the clouds.

After the laughter stopped, He Guqiu's face showed a different look, and even his usual gloomy temperament in the past was a little dissipated, and said: "Gu Jiansheng he abandoned it like a hidden thing, I actually regarded it as a treasure, ridiculous, ridiculous, since I have already stepped out of my own sword path, why bother to pick up people's teeth and wisdom again." As he spoke, he threw the scroll back and whizzed away with a long sword, his figure hidden in the moonlit night.

"He Lao Dao's cultivation is a great advance, which is beyond your and my expectations, it is already difficult to deal with, and what is the purpose of you helping him untie the knot?" Ji Yaoyu asked faintly when she saw that the person had gone away.

"It's all said, it looks like he feels kind, and not everything has to have a purpose. ”

Ji Yaoyu frowned lightly, no longer speaking, Mu Zixuan shook the scroll in his hand again, showing off the commodity-like correspondence and said, "Uncle Shi doesn't want it, then do you want it." ”

Ying Feiyang drilled his fingers into his head and said, "Come again, how much do you like to force sword moves into me." ”

"I don't know what to do, I don't know if I created it in an instant, and others haven't had a chance to learn it, you still have opinions. Mu Zixuan sat down cross-legged in front of Ying Feiyang, although it was only the second time they met, Ying Feiyang didn't feel cramped and restrained at all, as if he had been learning art with the senior brother in front of him since he was a child, and the conversation was natural and casual, and he felt like he was at home at first sight.

"Okay, since Uncle Shi sold me to you, Senior Brother, I will wait for you to be sent, Senior Brother, I don't know what instructions Senior Brother has?" Ying Fei patted his chest heroically and said.

"No, where are you going back and forth from?" Mu Zixuan said casually.

"Huh?" Ying Feiyang was taken aback, "Although 'nothing to do' is considered a good thing, I always feel that I am despised by you." ”

"I want you to kill Sima Chengzhen, do you want to kill or not?"

"What?" Ying Feiyang was shocked again, and said warily: "You want to kill Sima Zhenren?"

Mu Zixuan said angrily: "For example, I'm not Uncle He's embryo-killer, how can I provoke an emperor among Taoist priests like Sima Chengzhen." My original purpose was to take advantage of Sima Chengzhen's search for a successor in swordsmanship, and send Ming Ye, who is all first-class in terms of root and bone qualifications, to him as an apprentice. ”

Looking at Mu Zixuan's disgusted expression, Ying Feiyang couldn't help but be annoyed: "What do you call such a guy, I beat Ming Ye in the sword trial competition!"

Mu Zixuan said: "It's just a matter of strength, but temperament, Ming Ye is very simple, he has always had kindness and revenge, and I happened to have grace and revenge for him, if I were Ming Ye, I must have begun to think about how to kill Sima Chengzhen for me." And you are different, you have more thoughts than Ming Ye, plus you are wary of me, let you do things for me, hum, Uncle Fang Cai asked you to spy on me, and report to him if there is a situation, you really didn't hear me?"

Ying Feiyang's heart tightened, but in just a moment, he made a judgment, "He's cheating me!", thinking of this section, Ying Feiyang slapped the table, and said righteously: "You and I are senior brothers, although we have no experience in the same art, but I heard about your deeds some time ago, and I have always admired you, but when I met today, I couldn't see any sincerity from you, which really made my junior brother feel cold." ”

After Ying Feiyang finished speaking, Ji Yaoyue got up suddenly and walked straight out of the door. "Yue'er, where are you going?" asked Ji Yaoyu.

"These two are too fond of acting, I really can't stand it, so go out and take a walk. Saying that, Ji Yaoyue left the hall quickly.

Ying Feiyang and Mu Zixuan looked at each other, smiled at each other, and Ying Feiyang said, "Okay, since Senior Brother doesn't need my help, then I won't stay any longer, so I'll leave." ”

Mu Zixuan said with a smile: "I met today, and I learned that in the past year, my junior brother's cultivation, knowledge, and heart have made amazing progress, and my senior brother is also quite pleased to see this, but before parting, I want to tell you a word." ”

Ying Feiyang also raised his eyebrows and said, "It's just right, I also have a word to give." ”

Mu Zixuan/Ying Feiyang: "The master is not a good class/The master is definitely not an evil person." Almost at the same time, the two said in unison.

Ying Feiyang said: "It seems that we don't have any tacit understanding. ”

"Occasionally, I disagree with each other, so I am more like a brother. ”

"That's right, senior brother, there will be a meeting later. Ying Feiyang chuckled and walked away.

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Jumping back to Shangqingguan over the wall, the sky was just cloudy, and there was no night, and the four poems left by He Guqiu on the courtyard wall were particularly dazzling, Ying Feiyang sighed, and thought: "Sima Zhenren has always gotten up early, and before anyone has found out, tell him about this book first, so as not to make a fuss about other disciples, and then it is time to say goodbye to Zhenren and the princess." ”

Stayed here for a month, although there are a lot of troubles, but when they will say goodbye, they are still quite sentimental, Ying Feiyang walked into Sima Chengzhen's residence to nourish the heart of the palace, the door of the palace has been opened, but there is no light inside, a few screams, there is no waiter to lead, should Feiyang's heart suddenly jumped, there is a faint ominous cover, and he can not be rude, and enter the room by himself.

Fang Ru was in the room, and saw that in the dim room, the sword marks were dense, the eyes were full of devastation, and the bottles, cups and saucers were shattered to the ground, "Sima Zhenren, are you there?" Ying Feiyang called softly.

"Dripping" a drop of viscous liquid, dripping on the bridge of Ying Feiyang's nose, a burst of blood, Ying Feiyang raised his eyes and saw the most terrifying scene.

"Supreme Righteousness", the four big characters on the plaque of the house beam were personally mentioned by the emperor of the current dynasty to show his respect for Sima Chengzhen, and now, these four gilt characters are dyed into a dazzling blood red.

When the national teacher of the dynasty, the head of the Daomen, and the twelfth generation of the Shangqing faction, Sima Chengzhen, was nailed to death by a sword on the imperial plaque!