Qin Han slowly walked in front of Yan Shan, opened the brocade box, and there was a very neatly folded Bai Juan inside. He said in a deep voice: "Please Yan Shaoxia open it and take a look!"

Yan Shan put the Bibo Sword on the ground, reached out and took out the white silk, opened it lightly with both hands, and the white silk was impressively written:

Angry hair rushed to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rest. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, and be fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad.

Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing. When the courtiers hate, when will they perish. Driving a long car is broken, and Helan Mountain is lacking. Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, and the momentum is majestic.

Yan Shan's gaze swept over Bai Juan, and there was a hint of disdain on his face. He casually crumpled Bai Juan into a ball and threw it back into the brocade box.

Qin Han's face changed suddenly, and he muttered, "Why is Yan Shaoxia like this?"

Yan Shan chuckled and said: "This song "Man Jianghong" is indeed vivid, and it can be fake. If it weren't for the fact that he had followed his father-in-law all the year round, I am afraid he would not have been able to tell the difference. ”

Hearing this, Qin Hui bowed his head slightly, and took out a white cloth with a faint blood stain from his arms.

Qin Han handed over this piece of white cloth to Yan Shan, and said with a light smile: "Yan Shaoxia can see if this piece of white cloth has a mystery?"

Yan Shan took the white cloth and opened it casually. In an instant, he was like a lost soul, his eyes glazed and his spirit was sluggish. The poem "Man Jianghong" is still written on the white cloth, but every word, every stroke, is evolved from sword moves, which contains the way of life and death, virtual and real, and seemingly unrelated sword moves Once combined, they will produce incredible terrifying power. Needless to say, this piece of white cloth is "Sword Killing Technique". Unconsciously, Yanshan was immersed in it and could not extricate himself.

Qin Hui and Qin Han had been staring at Yanshan intently, and when they saw this, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Han hurriedly asked, "Yan Shaoxia, what did you find?"

Yan Shan woke up like a dream and said frankly: "There seems to be a mysterious swordsmanship hidden between the lines. ”

Qin Han asked again, "What else?"

Yan Shan's expression became cold, his eyes were empty, and his body continued to exude a strong murderous aura. After sinking into the sword intent of the Killing Sword, he seemed to see a palace, a majestic palace towering above the clouds. He thought for a moment, calmed down a little, gently folded the white cloth, raised it above his head, and said in a deep voice: "The mystery is here!"

Qin Hui and Qin Han looked up at the same time, the bright sunlight shone directly into their eyes, and the two of them suddenly felt a golden light in front of them.

At this moment, Yan Shan left an afterimage in the same place. In the blink of an eye, he had jumped down the cliff. On the edge of the Falling Eagle Cliff, the Bibo Sword was still lying there quietly.

In a few breaths, Lin Yuanyang and Helian Mountain had swept to the edge of the Falling Eagle Cliff, and they looked down with a strange expression, not knowing whether they were sad or happy.

Qin Hui sighed lightly: "The Sword Killing Technique has disappeared since then, and the secret in it has disappeared. After all, I lost to Yue Fei, he knew, I tried my best, but in the end it was all in vain. ”

Qin Han asked, "Father, what are your plans next?"

Qin Hui said lightly: "We are here for the appointment, the agreed period has not yet arrived, and it doesn't hurt to wait a few more days." ”

Qin Han said softly: "Han'er, let's go and arrange it." ”

On the edge of the Falling Eagle Cliff, Qin Hui sat cross-legged, looking at the beautiful mountains and rivers, all the beautiful scenery was in full view, but there was no trace of waves in his eyes.

(End of chapter)