The war in the north has ended, the new emperor Li Cunyi Jing Qingyu, changed the Yuan Taiping, realized his father's lifelong wish, unified the world, purged the northern troubles, the dynasty is good at fighting soldiers are all pro-army, at this moment in the Qinzheng Palace is full of pride, his mother Liu Guifei is promoted to the queen mother, the state capital is the henchman, this world should be 20 years without war, throughout the ages, who can fight me?

Time flies, autumn goes to winter, calculate the time, it should be the twenty-ninth year of Zhizheng, or the first year of peace, Qingxuan is already fourteen years old.

At the foot of Cuiwei Mountain, Qingxuan's eyelids jumped, sat dry for a day, closed the book, got up and looked around, the master didn't know where to steal wine and drink, a few months, medical books and miscellaneous studies have been read through, basically able to identify acupoints and positions, and now they are reciting the lone Huang Ting Jing and the subset of scriptures and history left by the crazy Taoist.

Hungry and thirsty in the stomach, he went out to watch, scooped water from the tank and boiled, looked for some brown rice and wild vegetables, and boiled porridge, not long after, there were a few coughs faintly outside the view, Qingxuan looked outside, only to see the crazy Taoist swaying, holding a bamboo cane in his left hand, and holding a wine gourd in his right hand.

"That's all there is left in the view," Qing Xuan pointed to the pot.

"The breath practice is quite smooth, right?" The madman sat on the ground, not picky, and drank two bowls of gruel indiscriminately.

"Master, according to what you said, the disciple's imperial qi is all over the foot and less yin and kidney meridians, and the qi is guided from the Yufu acupoint, through the Shenzang, through the middle pillar, down the Yin Valley, to the Yongquan, but the conscious breath to the Shangqu, Zhaohai, and Zhubin three acupoints are slightly hindered, and the luck is retrograde, and the obstruction is still in these three places; ”

"Crazy child, you only know how to follow the script, follow the order, don't know how to be flexible, people can climb mountains and wade through rivers, stroll on a smooth road, isn't true qi? You have no foundation in practicing qi, you should have progressed step by step, but the meridians are narrow and the passage is blocked, won't you cross the blocked acupoints, first nourish the rest of the acupoints section by section, wait for them to grow, slowly try to break through the passes one by one?" said the mad Taoist slowly.

"From tomorrow, you get up in the morning, do not avoid the cold and heat, go to the pine forest of Beishan to cut ten loads of firewood, carry it to the market town under the mountain to sell, and then buy rice and grain from the mountainside, carry two buckets of water from the spring on the mountainside, step up the stone steps with your left foot when you go up the mountain, step one step on your right foot, and go down the mountain with three left and two on the right, and practice for half a load first," the madman waved his hand and lay down on the bed in the palace.

After Qing Xuan finished cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, he laid a good floor on the floor, sat on it, silently recited the scriptures, practiced qi step by step, according to the master's words, crossed the yin three yang and five blocked acupoints, and it was really much smoother.

Early the next morning, according to the words of the mad Taoist, according to the pace, up the mountain to chop wood, until noon, Fang full of ten loads, already sore, but when I think of the enmity of my father and brother, I can't help but blood and qi surge, and follow the steps down the mountain, carry firewood and sell it to the town restaurant, buy food, carry water uphill, and be busy until the unitary time, I have not eaten for a day, I am hungry and thirsty, I just want to lie down and rest, the crazy Taoist pointed to the wind, and suddenly the blood on my forehead flowed for a long time, "Crazy, who let you rest? Meditate and practice qi for an hour, and then buy food." ”

Qing Xuan didn't dare to complain about the master, knowing that the mad people may be crazy, but they are not mean and ruthless people, on the contrary, for him, the master is a gentleman with the most affection and nature. Sit down cross-legged, hand three yang, foot three yang six veins, the feeling of tiredness is light, and then the six yin veins, the feeling of heat and dryness is gone, the Lingtai is clear, although the hands and feet are still sore, but the spirit is invigorated, an hour passes, dinner, the madman looks at this disciple without saying a word, smiling silently.

Three months later, when he was able to finish chopping firewood, Shen Shi returned, the autumn wind suddenly rose, and after the beginning of autumn, he could return a moment earlier, Qing Xuan not only had faster luck and speed, but also became more robust.

On this day, he returned to the temple early, bought two catties of cooked beef and a jar of old wine with the money accumulated in the month, and after practicing qi, he put dinner in place, used some rice and pickles for himself, and served the wine and meat in front of the case of the madman. After the time, the madman returned, and he was not polite, he sipped on wine and meat, and cried after getting drunk, Qing Xuan heard the sound in the room, and he was already surprised, so he got up silently and prepared hot water for the master, and when the water boiled, the madman was already asleep on the desk.

"I don't know what sad people and difficult things the master encountered today," Qing Xuan was puzzled, and seeing that it was not too early, he lay down with his clothes.

In a daze, I only heard the iron bell of the eaves outside the broken hall, the squeaking of the temple door, and the cold wind blew into the main hall through the broken window.

Hearing the sound of the wind outside, there was a faint sound of the neighing of war horses and horns, Qing Xuan was startled when he heard it, and shook the crazy Taoist, "Master, get up quickly." ”

The madman snorted, tilted his head, and fell asleep.

Qing Xuan took out the war knife from the inside, secretly raised his breath, forced his composure, pushed the door out, and listened attentively outside the gate, the sound of horn horses neighing came from afar, as if it was from Beishan, so he mustered up his courage, took a step, and went straight to Beishan.

The closer to the top of the mountain, the more frightened, the sound of the battle array became clearer and clearer, faintly there was the sound of war drums, the sound of iron armor impacting, Qing Xuan had been in the army in the north since he was a child, and he was very familiar with this sound, how could the autumn night be gloomy, the moon was hidden and the stars were sinking, and he couldn't see it, so he had to raise his knife and go up, secretly on guard, and slowly touch the top of the mountain.

The horn is clear, the war drums are rumbling, the iron armor is sonorous, like a million army dueling in front of the mountain, Qingxuan rubs his eyes, the top of the north mountain is not big, the pine forest on the side of the face of the sun stretches up from the foot of the mountain, the side of the face is a strange stone cliff, there is a low stone pavilion standing on the lonely peak, mottled and dilapidated, Qingxuan goes up the mountain to chop wood every day, often takes a break, but is not a stranger, how can there be any army of war horses, horns and iron drums, but the sound is indeed incomparable, it makes people shudder, is it not a ghost soldier?

"The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the pine waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are on the surface of Tongguan Road," a whisper came from behind him.

Qing Xuan was terrified when he heard the sound, and when he turned around, he was a knife, the sword light was like practice, and he had practiced qi and practice for a year, and he hit it with a knife, but it also looked good.

"Alas, you crazy child," the person who came stroked his hand, then flicked away the long knife, Qing Xuan walked in and took a look, who is this drunken old man, who is not his crazy master?

"Master, I just called you to not, this will scare the disciples," Qing Xuan rolled his eyes and muttered stupidly.

"Crazy, this natural anger is vast and majestic, beyond the reach of human beings, you come close, stand near the cliff, carefully experience this like gathering mountains, furious pine waves, it is beneficial for you to cultivate greatly," the mad Taoist beckoned, and he proudly stood against the cliff, standing with his hands, Qing Xuan himself looked at the back, the mad Taoist was long, the abyss was long, the robe was flying in the wind, like an independent sword immortal, heroic and compelling.

Qing Xuan dropped the war knife, stood cautiously beside the master, closed his eyes, and listened carefully, "Master, this cuiwei pine waves, it is really like a war horse galloping, and the horn is in the camp, which makes the apprentice's blood boil, as if returning to the Saibei grassland, with Daddy's eldest brother across the battlefield, the apprentice can't help but dance the knife to fight to be able to feel comfortable." ”

"Don't make a sound, patiently experience, luck runs through the twelve veins, slowly travels to the obstruction of the yin and yang veins, and the visible veins are like access, so according to the teacher's words, stay in the hidden veins, if there is no obstacle in the great Zhoutian, it is the entry," the madman said softly.

Qing Xuan heard the silence, according to the words, carefully listened to the sound of the rage, only to feel that the chest cavity stirred up boundless blood, without restraint, recklessly, at the same time luck and go, a moment later, the line of qi to the foot of the yin and kidney through the business song, the anger of the pine wave provoked the majestic qi will be like the battle array of ten thousand crossbows in unison, all of them shot to the Shangqu acupoint, the crossbow arrows kept attacking the city, the Shangqu acupoint came from a stinging pain, Qing Xuan only felt a rumble in his mind, the Shangqu acupoint was broken, the true qi was like hundreds of thousands of troops, swarming into the city, and then the qi was smooth, Shangqu was unhindered, making people feel comfortable。

"Hey," Qing Xuan drank, opened his eyes, and the essence was scorching.

At this time, the madman suddenly opened his eyes, looked up to the sky and roared, the howling sound was in harmony with the sound of hurricanes and pine waves, endlessly, only to see the madman leap from the edge of the cliff onto the old stone pavilion, from the top of the stone pavilion suddenly pulled out a thin piece of iron, and chanted loudly:

"Young chivalrous, befriended with five male heroes, liver and gallbladder holes, hair towering, standing in conversation, life and death are the same, a promise is heavy, pushing and brave, being bold and arrogant, lightly covering and embracing, Lianfei Gong, Doucheng East, Booming and drinking, spring floating cold urn, sucking the sea and hanging rainbows, idly calling eagles and dogs, and white feathers picking eagle bows. ”

Qing Xuan saw that the master was standing tall, where was the bad old man he knew who was covered in sweat and smelled of wine, he was clearly a handsome boy with strong blood, jealousy and hatred, and superb martial arts, especially the majestic righteousness exuded from his body and the light that burst out of his eyes, he didn't realize that he was stupid.

"Crazy, you look carefully, gather qi in the veins, settle with what you encounter, accumulate the momentum of a thousand people, fight wantonly in the laughter, use tangible moves, provoke boundless anger, act recklessly, make the nine swords eighty-one style, this is the collection of the nine swords, knock, hit, fall, leave, attach, caressing, returning, empty nine sword tricks, one sword nine styles, face the enemy and change, nine styles of roundness into a sword, nine swords round, square to Tibet," the crazy Taoist roared, down the stone pavilion, dashing sword, sword qi vertical and horizontal, the surroundings seemed to be bright.

"The blue darkness is bottomless, and the sound of the waves and the sword roar pointing to the cloud platform," the mad Taoist held a weapon in his hand for the first time, and swayed his pride, although it was only a piece of broken and thin scrap iron in his hand.

The hiding of the nine swords, accumulating momentum, with blunt blows, such as a hidden dragon in the abyss, a tiger lying on a barren hill;

The knock of the nine swords, tactfully circulating, the edge is temporarily revealed, like the wind winding back to the water, and the flat boat is flowing;

The blow of the nine swords, the opening and closing are majestic, the middle palace goes straight in, such as coming and going, lightning and thunder;

The fall of the nine swords, vigorous and upright, directly illuminates the heavenly spirit, like a crane roaring in the nine skies, and a meteor falls;

The separation of the nine swords, the illusion is blurry, elusive and uncertain, like a ghost walking at night, and the angry waves are unpredictable;

The attachment of the nine swords, the sharp blades strike each other, the sword is like gas, like the maggot of the tarsal bone, and the force is used;

The caress of the nine swords, light and slow twisting, it is not easy to know the friend, such as the long river hanging upside down, appreciating the Yaoqin;

The return of the nine swords, the nine curves of the blade, the road turns back to the peak, such as the wind and the snow, and the tired bird returns south;

The emptiness of the nine swords, if it does not move, it will pass away for a moment, like the water and moon mirror flowers, and there will be no phase;

Nine swords return to one, ten thousand laws return to Tibet, and finally harmony.

Qing Xuan watched intently at the master as if he was a fairy and used the nine swords of Guizang, firmly remembered the sword moves, made a sword with two fingers of his right hand, and followed the mad man's moves.

"Haha, what a pine wave is like anger, a good style of ten thousand swords to hide, so it is, so it is," the mad Taoist split the stone pavilion, then flew on the cliff side boulder, looked up to the sky and smiled, "It's ridiculous that I don't know for decades, it's ridiculous that I've begged for fish for decades, and it's ridiculous that the Liu clan has bought and returned pearls for a hundred years, and I can't ask for a god, and I can't ask for a trick," the crazy Taoist people are as free and easy as the wind like a mountain, and their looks are refreshed.

"Master," Qing Xuan took a few steps forward, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, thanking Master for teaching swordsmanship.

"Crazy child, taught by the teacher, but the nine swords sword trick of the Tibetan Villa, you should know the identity of the teacher, the former teacher was the eldest son of the Tibetan Sword Villa, named Liu Qingzhou, ten years old to be familiar with the nine swords, thirteen years old to the rivers and lakes, and the masters of various factions, three hundred and seventy-four battles, did not taste a defeat, at the age of fifteen, the father Liu Cangwu used the South China Sea cold meteorite, in the ten thousand swords to return to the Tibetan building sword mound tempered ninety-nine eighty-one days, in order to prove the meaning of ninety-nine to one, cast this sword," The madman looked at the iron piece in his hand like a lover, shook it slightly, and the thin rust was removed early, although the scabbard was lost early, and the hilt was broken, but the sword body was still like a pool of autumn water, clear and extraordinary.

"This sword body pattern is peculiar, shaped like the autumn dew on the leaves, it was named 'autumn dew' that year, for the division at the age of fifteen to persist in the rivers and lakes, happy and enmity, in addition to violence and peace, but also earned a little thin name, how can God not bless me, eighteen years old suddenly changed, and the Tibetan sword broke, then sealed the sword here, tonight fate, goodbye old friends, full of emotion," the madman said proudly.

"Master, the Nine Swords Xuanmy, the apprentice has not fully comprehended, it's me who is too clumsy," Qing Xuan was extremely embarrassed and said softly.

"Crazy, the nine swords are heavy and light, although the eighty-one style is mystical and profound, majestic, but in the end it has not been perfected, as far as I know, the stargazing platform's star-picking knife, the falling moon palm practice to the realm, its power is endless, looking up to the heaven and earth, the galaxy and the moon are gloomy, not within the reach of the nine swords, fortunately when this frost night, the wind is vast, through this natural anger, for the teacher to finally realize the original intention of the hidden, you see," The mad Taoist stabbed at will, turned around and wipeped, and did not see how complicated the moves were, and the movements were slow and light, like a fencing trick and a sword stroke, like a sword trick and not a sword trick, the sword qi around the body was like silk, and ten thousand light threads were combined into a sword, just a random blow, and the boulder on the cliff side was cut from it, and with a loud bang, it rolled down the broken wall and abyss.

Qing Xuan was dumbfounded, the power of this sword was far above the Nine Swords of Guizang, but it was plausible in terms of moves, which made people dizzy.

"Liu's ancestors created nine swords, passed down for a hundred years, talented and intelligent as me, but also proficient in swordsmanship, Liu's only know how to make cars behind closed doors, hard practice swordsmanship, but forget the ancestors on the decisive battlefield, the broad mind of the people, tonight's autumn dew Qingming, nine swords in one, let people relax their chests, and finally realize the true sword intent, the power of the Tibetan sword is not in the force, the spirit is not heavy, now I think about it, the sword mound pavilion of the Tibetan Sword Villa, hanging' Ten thousand swords return to the Tibetan Building', is the ancestor handwriting, a sword intent condensed in the words, in the past years every look, always feel that these five words seem to break the paper out, for the teacher at the moment to appreciate one or two, he has a fate, you must have a good observation. Remember, taste the various states of life, go through the bitter and sour sweets, experience love and hatred, in order to let go of freedom, comprehend the sword intent, and become a sword of its own;

"Master Xie's teachings, the apprentice is dull, he must first learn the eighty-one tangible moves, and then understand the invisible meaning, and live up to the master's expectations," Qing Xuan kowtowed three times.

"The Autumn Dew Sword will be given to you from today onwards, and he will be happy and revengeful, be a comfortable and chic person, and it will not be in vain for you and me to be a master and apprentice," the madman waved his hand, and the Autumn Dew Sword was inserted into the bluestone, buzzing.

The crazy Daoist man cried and laughed and went down the mountain, leaving Qing Xuan in a daze alone.

Qing Xuan pulled out the sword vigorously, but saw that the long sword was like water, and the sword body was really like autumn dew on the leaves, light and dripping, although the hilt of the sword was corrupted and damaged, it was difficult to hide the cold at all, so he tore off the long placket, wrapped the hilt of the sword, and thought about finding a blacksmith shop to assemble it one day.

Holding the sword of Qiulu Qingxuan, listening to the angry pine waves, wanton swaying, although the moves are jerky, difficult to mellow, and not in a hurry, with the sword move to guide the true qi, around the twelve veins, with the help of the external force of the songtao, the qi is like silk, the original blocked and obstructed acupuncture points are slowly washed away, the smoother the true qi, the more skilled the nine sword moves, the autumn night is cold, Qingxuan is hot all over the body, sweating like pulp, until all the veins are completed, although the true qi is thin, but can barely finish a big week, eighty-one style just finished, do not feel the dawn, according to the law flow several times, even to forget myself, do not feel sleepy。

When the morning sun was like a sword, piercing through the twilight, and the wind whistle gradually subsided, Qing Xuan Fang was shocked to realize that at this time, his body was light, and he spit out turbidity, as if he had been reborn, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly rushed back to the view, and informed the master of what he had realized.

When I returned to Tingsong Pavilion, I saw the mad Taoist standing in front of the view, looking into the distance in a daze, and he didn't rest, so he muttered loudly: "Master, the apprentice has broken through the acupoints, and the eighty-one style can barely be completed." ”

"Crazy, come here," the madman beckoned to Qing Xuan, put his right palm on Qing Xuan's shoulder, and probed intently, sure enough, the twelve veins are all connected, although the true qi is weak, but it can flow around without hindrance.

The madman patted Qing Xuan, smiled slightly, and then said: " Crazy, the news came the day before yesterday from the Tang Gate Carriage and Horse Travel, Li Cunyi won a complete victory in the north of Luoyang, Li Shouyi disappeared after the defeat, and the same is true for the sister, the Central Plains factions are missing because of the disappearance of the head of the Golden Wing Peak, and the same door was attacked by people on the way back with Tibetan sword martial arts, and they have formed an alliance and went to the Tibetan Sword Villa in Tianhuang Lake to ask for an explanation, and the teacher has reversed the Tibetan sword, but because of the deceased, there are still wishes, and the brothers of the Cao Gang have many casualties in the war, the situation is unknown, and the teacher can rest assured, ready to go to Tianhuang Lake to find out, and you stay on the mountain to practice martial arts。 ”

"Master, please bring the apprentice along, my sister's matter makes me very worried, although the apprentice can't help, it's okay to serve and eat all the way, if you are not here, how can the apprentice be at ease," Qing Xuan's eyes reddened.

The crazy Taoist looked at the apprentice for a long time, "That's it, pack it up, go with the teacher, if you have the opportunity, just go and see the handwriting of the ancestors of the Liu family, experience in the rivers and lakes, and get twice the result with half the effort." ”

Qing Xuan was overjoyed when he heard this, wrapped a few pieces of clothing, wrapped his sword and sword, and there was nothing to clean up, so he hurriedly went down the mountain with the madman.

The desolate lake, the smoke and waves are vast, the water is shining, the master and apprentice take a fishing boat, go to the center of the lake, all the way are swords and knives in the martial arts, the big boats along the coast have long been requisitioned, this broken fishing boat is still stranded to be repaired, the broken boat is broken and the clothes and hats are not eye-catching, the crazy people hold the boat in the maze of reeds and keep walking, the light boat is familiar with the road, startled a lot of water birds and ducks, and I saw countless big boats in the lake in circles, it seems that there is no way to find the way.

Bypassing Ludang and turning through the dense forest, you will see an island in the middle of the lake, and many buildings are hidden in the tall trees, presumably the Tibetan Sword Villa.

The madman threw away the oars and the boat ran aground, so he jumped out of the boat and pulled the fishing boat ashore. ”

Qing Xuan carried his baggage, followed the master along the path on the island and walked inward, walking to make tea, and saw a high wall outside a dense forest, blue bricks and tiles, and a vermilion partial door, which turned out to be the back door of the Tibetan Sword Villa, "Why don't you go through the gate?" Qing Xuan looked at the master with a blank face.

"Come on," the madman mentioned the apprentice, jumped into the wall, only to see that the wall is a bluestone paved square, the field side of the sword, gun, sword and halberd, neatly erected on the weapon rack, obviously the martial arts field, the master and apprentice two through the square, around the rockery, did not see a person, and then from the rockery through a lotus pond, then saw a small building.

The mad Taoist stopped for a long time, sighed lightly, and finally pushed open the wooden door of the small building, the tables and chairs inside were complete, the case was dusty, presumably someone cleaned it from time to time, Qing Xuan followed the master up the wooden ladder, and came to the second floor, the study was neatly displayed, the collection was quite rich, and there were three long swords hanging on the bookshelf, and the madman took out one of them and stroked it gently, as if caring for a lover.

Next to the study is the bedroom, push the door in, the bedding is neat, there are a few pots of orchids by the window, although the weather is cold, it grows vigorous.

"Who are you, how dare you trespass on the Hidden Sword Villa?" an old voice shouted angrily.

The master and apprentice turned their heads to look, only to see an old woman shouting angrily, her wrinkled face distorted with anger, "Trespassing on the residence of the eldest prince will kill you without mercy." ”

"Mama Zhang, after many years, you are still fine," the madman stepped forward to hold the old woman's hands and said tremblingly.

The old woman pulled out her hands vigorously, furious, "Who are you? Do you know what you are doing? The old woman has never seen you two, what is the purpose of coming here?"

"Mama Zhang, I haven't seen you for many years, and I don't know Qingzhou?"

"What?" Mama Zhang was shocked, stepped forward and carefully looked at the face of the madman for a moment, and suddenly the old tears were rampant, crying silently, hugging the madman tightly, and crying, "The eldest son, what a great prince, the old body wants to annoy you, the old body thinks that I will never see you in this life." ”

It turns out that Mama Zhang is not only the personal mother who has served Liu Qingzhou since she was a child, but also a nurse, and her feelings are naturally different from others, over the years, Liu Qingzhou has always respected her as a relative, Mama Zhang has long taken care of this eldest son as a parent-child, Mama Zhang's husband and son are both people who hide swords, her husband and eldest son have been dead for many years, and the second son is the palace guard Liu Buping.

"The eldest prince, it's good if you come back, you have not had any news for many years since you left the village, and the same is true of the unevenness, now the sects are aggressive, hundreds of people gather in front of the village, and the good hands in the village go to the hall, the old body is useless, you can only sprinkle and sweep here, fortunately you return to the villa, and the sword is worry-free," Mama Zhang only vaguely remembered that the eldest prince was the best hand in the village, and thought that the crazy people came to help.

The crazy Taoist didn't say anything, and patted Mama Zhang's back, "Good Mama, you can rest for a while, I'll take this disciple around," and after saying that, he looked at him, and walked downstairs slowly with Qingxuan.

Mama Zhang leaned against the door, silently looking at the two Taoists, with tears in her eyes.

After walking for a while, I saw a three-storey building, built according to a stone mountain in the island, hidden between the green cypress and pine, there was a huge plaque hanging in front of the building, the book "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Tibetan Building" five big characters, the font was desolate, the pen was vigorous, it was really extraordinary.

"Crazy, you look carefully at these five words, firmly remember the momentum of the pen, the ancestors fought on the battlefield, relieved the people, eliminated evil for good, and killed Xiaoxiao, is a heroic man who stands up to the sky, and in his later years, he created a Tibetan sword martial arts, but also ancient and modern, unmatched, this word is full of its ambition and ambition, a body of martial arts and sword intent, but unfortunately for a hundred years, no one in the village has paid attention, "The crazy Taoist looked at it for a moment, knelt on the ground and bowed, respected incomparably, Qing Xuan saw this, carefully looked at the five words in his eyes, engraved in his heart, and also followed the kneeling and kowtowing in front of the building.

"Rebel," the footsteps behind him rang out, and a roar of rage erupted.

The crazy man didn't reply, stood up, looked up at the sword mound pavilion, and sighed, "Decades of time, a snap of a finger, that day Liu Qingzhou, long since he was a teenager, I thought that the enmity and enmity could be wiped out because of time, Liu Zhuang owner, please tell me, where is the green Qi that day?"

"I hide the famous sword, I don't want to be a rebel like you, I was confused by the demon girl, and I actually went apostasy, the old man has already made it clear that she stole into the sword mound, what she asked for is unknown, although she was captured on the spot, the old man did not harm her, the cheap maid should have fled early, how did the old man know his whereabouts?"

"How can a weak woman who has no power to restrain her escape from the Ten Thousand Swords Hidden Building?" the madman turned around and said angrily, "Why am I far away in the Caohe Water Village, and when I return, the village is silent, how do you want me to believe you?"

"Helpless?" Liu Cangwu sneered, "Up to now, the old man is unwilling to hide it, the demon girl is hidden, and as soon as she makes a move, she will kill more than ten masters of my hidden sword, and she is clearly a first-class master of the stargazing platform, when the old man arrived, the demon girl had already fled, and the eldest son of your grandmother's husband died here, and the old man has not dared to tell the truth." ”

"What?" exclaimed the madman.

"The old man was highly poisoned in the body of the Golden Winged Peak, and was attacked by Xiao Wuchen and Gu Mengbai together, and then I knew that this woman was indeed from the stargazing platform, but I pity you rebel, I don't know the true identity of the person next to the pillow," Liu Cangwu sighed.

When the mad Taoist heard this, he seemed to be stupid, and two lines of tears suddenly fell, damn the old ghost Xiao, over the years, he had fought with him several times in Yanran Mountain, but he refused to admit Lu Qi's identity.

It turns out that more than 20 years ago, the mad Taoist was eighteen years old, holding autumn dew, crisscrossing the world, eliminating violence and peace, and was a famous young chivalrous warrior on the rivers and lakes.

How can the hero be sad to pass the beauty pass, on the way back to the villa on a trip, in the Tianhuang Lake rescued the beautiful woman Lu Qi who was hunted and killed, the two of them are talented and beautiful, mutual affection, they do not return to the village, hand in hand to play around, boating on the five lakes, a few months of love gradually born of admiration, then privately decided for life, in Liu Cangwu's fiftieth birthday with the beauty back to the village, Lu Qi people are beautiful and kind, treat people humblely, the villa is all happy, only the owner of the village Liu Cangwu because the origin of the woman is unknown, has been vigilant, secretly instructed Zhang Mama's husband Liu San and his eldest son Liu unruly to pay attention.

Liu Qingzhou ignored his father's opposition, insisted on marrying Lu Qi, Liu Cangwu privately sent a good hand in the village to investigate the origin of Lu Qi, and went to Lu Qi's hometown to investigate, but due to natural disasters, the information obtained was very small, and over time, he could not withstand the eldest son's repeated pleas, and in desperation, he complied with the eldest son's wishes and held a wedding for the two.

Living in the village for a period of time, Liu Cangwu actually found that the newlywed daughter-in-law actually entered the forbidden place in the village several times "ten thousand swords return to the Tibetan building", can not help but be furious, this building treasures the martial arts notes and relics of the previous generations of Zhuang owners, the Tibetan sword martial arts classics are all hidden on the top floor, the valley behind the building is the sword mound, is the place where the heads of each generation bury their bones, the method of casting the sword is the top secret in the village, only the owner and the eldest son can enter and exit every day, multi-party interrogation, it is the eldest son who acquiesces, only said that the beloved wife is curious, and enters the building only for the tour, and does not say anything else.

Finally, at the end of the year, Liu Qingzhou went to Caohe Water Village to destroy the night of the water bandits, and found that Lu Qi stole into the Wanjian Guizang Building again, and was discovered by Liu San's father and son, which then caused a dispute.

"Rebel son, do you know that after the fact, the father checked in many ways, and found that the famous sword classics in the sword shrine are there, but the ancestor lost a daily recitation of the "Huang Ting Sutra", although this scripture is ordinary, but it is the ancestor's personal belongings, and has to be recovered, the old man never thought of killing this demon girl, just wanted to ask her, why did she steal an ordinary scripture, how to bear to kill several disciples in my village. ”

The madman was speechless, he did not ask about it in detail, soon after the marriage, he couldn't bear the curiosity and hard bubbles of his beloved wife, the couple entered the Wanjian Guizang Building for the first time, Lu Qi was on the top floor, it seemed that he just flipped through it, and then he turned to the relics of the ancestor Desheng Gong, and took out a dilapidated "Huang Ting Jing" from it, and then the couple often read and studied in their spare time in the boudoir, thinking that it was just an ordinary health classic, and only after careful reading did they find that the annotations described in it and the ordinary "Huang Ting Jing" Slightly different, it actually implies a unique luck method, the beloved wife does not understand much, that is, he refers to his own heart method, detailed annotations, one by one taught, and so read the whole book only to find that the scripture is a very profound internal strength classic, it should be the internal strength of the Desheng Gong in his later years, the two kinds of notes of the flyy boy annotated next to the scriptures, one of which must be written by the ancestors, but the heart is based on the Tibetan sword heart, and it should be useless for ordinary people to practice.

"Master, is the scripture that the owner of the village said the same as the one that taught the apprentice?" asked Qing Xuan softly.

The madman nodded at Qing Xuan, and turned to Liu Cangwu and said: "When I returned, I was looking for Lu Qi on the shore of Tianhuang Lake, originally our husband and wife decided to retire to Lin Quan, and no longer ask about the world, why didn't you die and didn't tell me the cause of the incident?"

"You rebel, you two incognito, secluded in the mountains, the old man has not found any trace of you, you are the eldest son of the old man, but also the best choice for the heirs of the village, the village only looks forward to you play a period of time and return, how will you be aggressive, someone deliberately summoned, said that the demon girl secretly copied the Tibetan sword martial arts, the village up and down to know the whereabouts of the demon girl, and so we rushed to Cuiwei Mountain, did not find your whereabouts, and the demon girl a fierce battle before captured, when the party wanted to question the demon girl, she did not say a word, broke free from the shackles, jumped down from the top of Cuiwei North Mountain, the old man was helpless, when he returned, he met you on the mountainside, you don't ask about the innocent, fought with his colleagues in the village, and injured several people in a row, did you give the old man a chance to explain?"

"Idiot, compared to a shabby scripture, no matter how profound the classics, you are the treasure of the hidden sword," Liu Cangwu is old after all, and he has been exhausted for many years of hard work and running to maintain the name of the hidden sword," Qingzhou, now for the father to tell the truth, is to show you the heart, the demon girl clings to my son, there must be a picture, the secret of the Yellow Court, for the father is not yet known, how can the demon girl be found from thousands of classics casually, she is also borrowing your hand, through the mysteries, if I guess is not bad, the heart contained in this scripture will be corresponding to my hidden sword internal strength, if there is no hidden sword foundation, it is difficult to practice, yes or no?"

"Indeed, the Qi Movement Method contained in this sutra must be based on the Mind Method of this Gate, and the Qi will be channeled throughout the twelve manifest veins, and the last twelve hidden veins, the order of luck is very similar, and they corroborate each other, but it is more subtle," the madman replied.

"Qingzhou, in the past, the Golden Wing Peak battle, was seriously injured for his father, and after being poisoned, he forcibly controlled the sword by luck, and took the essence and blood as the media, so he escaped the catastrophe, Xiao and Gu have already formed an alliance, plotting the temples and rivers and lakes, and blame the hidden sword and the Tang Gate, and now the Tang Gate is under the evidence of you and the Cao Gang, and the suspicion is slightly reduced.....; Liu Cangwu sighed.

"Alas, all difficulties are answered, I have reversed the Tibetan sword, the rivers and lakes know, the things in the village, I will explain to the heroes of the world, I have learned all the time, out of the hidden sword, this matter, I will give the second brother, the matter of Luqi, I will investigate clearly," After that, he waved his hand and beckoned Qing Xuan to go to the hall, leaving the old and helpless old father, and the mad Taoist and his party shed tears unconsciously, who would have thought that the master of the hidden sword who could not be lived for a lifetime was as if he whispered to ask for help, the grievances of the past, now that he thinks about it, it seems that he can't blame this old man all, not to mention his father, Lu Qi, is it true that all the past, or the relationship between husband and wife, is it fake?

"Son," Liu Cangwu shook his head, decades of time were enough for an old father to reflect on how he had a good conversation with his eldest son, but he was just allowed to practice martial arts, and he never cared about his thoughts.

In the sword hall where the sword is hidden, it has already been full of master disciples from various sects, noisy, Liu Chonglou keeps greeting and persuading, and it has already been staggered, and the two sides are tense and on the verge of breaking out.

When he saw the mad Taoist master and apprentice, Liu Chonglou rarely showed surprise, "Big brother, you can come back." ”

The hall was suddenly silent, big brother?

The mad Taoist nodded, put aside everyone's weapons, and arched his hand towards everyone, but saw that there were disciples from all sects and factions in the crowd, but the Tang Sect was missing, and the Cao Gang and his party were standing in the corner, but they didn't see the Dharma Protector and the helmsman.

"Fellow martial artists, the matter of Golden Winged Peak, the poor road before and the Tang Gate, the Cao Gang Protector went to check afterwards, it has nothing to do with the Tang Gate, the poison left by the flowers and plants, not the Tang Gate Bi Sarong, but someone deliberately did it, intended to blame, Shaolin because the master suffered from this pond fish, it is a pity, this matter Cao Gang brothers have been informed of the faction after going down the mountain. ”

"Yes, although the Cao Gang told me and others, the suspicion of the Tang Sect cannot be completely cleared up, and further verification is needed, but the master of the hidden sword is alone and escapes in advance, but he can't help but give an explanation," the various factions made a commotion and echoed in unison.

"The owner of Liu Zhuang was attacked by Xiao Wuchen and Gu Mengbai in the Golden Wing Peak, after being poisoned, he forced his luck to escape in advance, he was already seriously injured and difficult to treat, someone deliberately misled you, and he deliberately wanted to provoke a scuffle between various factions," the madman explained helplessly.

"Shut up, don't insult my alliance leader," the Gu family's disciples shouted angrily in unison when they heard what the crazy Taoist said, "The Gu alliance leader has been poisoned and died, you are untrustworthy today, where do you come from?" A Gu family disciple stabbed with a sword.

The mad man was helpless, caressing his hand, and defusing the incoming move, it was a light grid, and he didn't want to hurt the comer, but unexpectedly, the sword turned in a strange arc under the block, and the heads of the children of the Gu family flew out, and blood sprayed the surrounding people all over their faces.

The mad Taoist was shocked, and hurriedly looked at the people around him, wanting to find out the person who had a secret hand, how could the people of the Gu family sit back and watch their comrades die, and suddenly shouted, "Your Liu family relies on their own martial arts, first humiliates the head of the family, and then kills the elder brother, this is the method of clarifying your collector's hospitality?" More than ten swords jumped out of the formation.

The mad Taoist sighed, more than ten people had already stood up on the side of the hidden sword, catching the Gu family, and everyone on both sides retreated a few feet, leaving space in the hall, and they didn't know what to do.

The Tibetan Sword Masters blindly retreated, how could they take care of the family to fight with their lives, and the move was a killing move that had no return, which couldn't help but arouse the anger of the Tibetan Sword disciples, and they couldn't care about forbearance, so they had to fight.

"Stop," Liu Chonglou shouted, pulling out his long sword and quickly separating everyone.

"Wait," the mad Taoist shouted, and made a sword with his fingers, blocking the second brother, "Someone controls the sword with qi and secretly makes trouble," said it, as soon as he looked at Qing Xuan, Qing Xuan took out the Qiu Lu remnant sword from the package and threw it over, the crazy Taoist held Qiu Lu in his hand, drew a circle with the sword, took the sword trick as the guide, and returned to the sword trick as the basis, the sword body burst out with ten thousand wisps of sword qi, encircling everyone in the field, it was the sword intent of the Xinwu Qingsi sword, and then jumped into the field quickly, striking each other with the sword, and separating everyone.

This trick was used in the lightning and flint, everyone had not yet seen it, the people in the field had been separated, the leading disciple of the Gu family stood up, and the halberd pointed and scolded: "I want you to take care of it..."

Several senior monks in Shaolin were the closest, stepped forward to probe, and shook their heads, "The Gu family's benefactor was shocked by a strong internal force and died, Amitabha." ”

"Second son, second son," a servant ran from the inner court and fell to the ground.

"What's the matter, get up and talk slowly," Liu Chonglou frowned.

"The owner of the village, the owner of the village was attacked, and he fell in front of the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Tibetan Building, the old slave... The old slave took a closer look, and the owner of the farm was already ....." The old slave stammered, his face pale, and he was obviously frightened.

"Ah....Father....Father," Liu Chonglou didn't care about everyone, and hurriedly turned around and ran towards the village, and the Tibetan Sword disciples followed one after another, worried that the second son would be attacked again.

The people of all factions looked at each other and followed them into the village.

Before the ten thousand swords returned to the Tibetan building, Liu Cangwu was like snow and his hair had already been dyed red with blood, his clothes were torn, and the wounds were vertical and horizontal, Liu Chonglou cried, knelt on the ground, and helped up the old father who fell in a pool of blood, and the crazy Taoist was also like a knife, a moment ago, he also talked to the old father, and learned that he had died at this time, and stepped forward and gently patted the crying Chonglou, "Second brother." ”

"Big brother, are you finally willing to recognize me, my father died so miserably, you must avenge him," Liu Chonglou saw his father's tragic condition, and his eyes were red.

The crazy Taoist took a closer look and saw that the old father was injured a lot, "It's Shaolin Mighty King Kong Palm, Gu Jiaxiaoxiang Sword Rain, Haisha Gang's poisonous sand, Wudang's Zixiao Sword Technique....."

"Who is it? It's you? My father has already lost all his internal strength after returning from Mount Meru, how can you bear to treat a seriously injured old man like this? Today, even if I hide my sword with all my might, I vow to kill you and other thieves, come here, close the door, and set up a formation..."Liu Chonglou roared angrily.

The disciples of the Tibetan Sword were already angry, and immediately there were people who closed the door, and all the disciples drew their swords together, and more than 100 disciples rushed into the door from each door, and put out the Haotian Sword Formation.

"Crazy, come here," the madman stood at the sword with his right hand and greeted with his left hand, Qing Xuan was also stunned by the situation on the field, Liu Cangwu died tragically, and couldn't help but think of the time when his father and brother died, and he was also like this, and he understood the master's mood very well at this time.

"Crazy child, for the teacher at the age of eighteen betrayed the Tibetan sword, today I know the details of the past, how can I not be at the time, if today's teacher unfortunately died, you must immediately return to Tingsong Pavilion, hard work to learn the internal swordsmanship, he will succeed in the day, on behalf of the teacher to find Lu Qi, ask her face to face, have you ever treated me sincerely? ”

"Master. ”

The mad Taoist waved his hand to stop the apprentice's words, stood up, and arched his hand towards the various factions, "Everyone, the poor Taoist used to be known as Liu Qingzhou, although he left the Tibetan sword in his early years, but the old owner of Liu is still the father of the family after all, and the father is not the same as the sky, and the person who is the son of man will be the one who will be fierce with his hand, is the filial piety, everyone, let's move," the mad Taoist stood up, wrapped the hilt of the sword in rags, and proudly posed in a gesture.

"The eldest son, the second son, we are only here to ask for an explanation, and they are all in the front hall, how can we sneak into the inner court and kill people? There must be a misunderstanding in this," the various factions defended one after another, "and the eldest prince made the first move to kill the eldest disciple of the Gu family, it seems that there is a hidden secret, why not make it clear and make it clear before it is too late." ”

"If you want to fight, you need to fight, why make noise," the crazy man looked like a crazy demon, staring at everyone in the field.

"Big brother, Hugh wants to talk to them, hide the sword and treat each other politely, are we really afraid of them?

The mad Taoist held the autumn dew tightly, stared at the field, the qi machine came out vigorously, locked everyone in the field, and secretly paid attention to everyone's movements, Shaolin, Wudang, Kunlun and other sects in the field have drawn their blades, and the Tibetan sword disciples are in short combat, and the Cao Gang is embarrassed on both sides, so they have to retreat to the sidelines, unwilling to wade into this muddy water.

The two sides exchanged tea, and suddenly, the madman shouted, "Stop," Qiu Lu sword out, straight to a masked woman dressed in Kunlun school clothes, the two sides on the field were like lightning strikes, eardrums tingling, couldn't help but slow down the move at hand, confrontation.

The mad Daoist took out his sword like lightning, and the Kunlun faction was caught off guard, and before they could return the sword, the autumn dew had already passed over everyone and stabbed out.