Volume 13 Chapter 7 Ten Years of Life and Death (5)

was a little uneasy, originally she followed Yang Ning's advice to lure Shang Xin to fight, the most suitable candidate, but she didn't expect that Shang Xin's meridians had actually been hit hard, in this way, even if Shang Xin could really win by surprise, it was very likely that both would be defeated, and if the internal injuries were reversed, they would even be more seriously injured than Qiao Changling, which would be contrary to her hope.

Qingping is also a person who practices martial arts, naturally knows that external injuries are easy to treat, internal injuries are difficult to treat, if a person who practices martial arts is injured, even if it is more serious, or even hurts the muscles and bones, as long as you use some good injury medicine, carefully recuperated for a period of time, you can be healed, if there is internal strength, it will not even leave any aftermath, if the meridians are injured, the situation is completely different.

Even if it is a master of the grandmaster level, once he suffers an internal injury, it is impossible to recover in a short period of time, and it is even possible to recover more slowly than ordinary people, just because most of the people who can hurt them are also the top masters of internal strength, and the reason why there are many people with high martial arts skills rarely get injured, but once they are injured, they are more seriously injured, it is precisely because of this. Of course, like Yang Ning is different, he has been injured several times, either because he was besieged, or because he fought with the descendants of the Cuihu lineage, not to mention that the heart method of the Martial Arts Sect is particularly suitable for healing, most of the skills of those who hurt him are quite far apart, and they are naturally easy to heal, and although the martial arts of the colorless nunnery master and Pingyan are better than Yang Ning, but the internal strength of Cuihu is the heart method that Yang Ning knows the most in addition to his own heart, and the treatment is naturally twice the result with half the effort.

The top master is still like this, if an ordinary person in the rivers and lakes has suffered internal injuries. The consequences are even more unpredictable, generally speaking, unless there is the help of the elders of the sect with pure skills, most people can only rely on their own cultivation to slowly recover, and Shang Xindi's meridians have been severely injured and have not yet healed, either he was too seriously injured at the beginning and was difficult to heal, or he missed the opportunity to heal in the early stage of the injury. This has been delayed for a long time, leaving endless troubles.

I was shocked for a moment, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Yang Ning's calm and leisurely mind, and even a smile appeared on his lips. Thinking of what Yang Ning had said to him in the past, he suddenly brightened up, and said with a smile: "What's the matter if you are seriously injured, you have saved even the people who almost ran out of oil." If Emperor Zun is willing to act righteously, are you still afraid that Mr. Shang's internal injuries will not be healed?"

From the moment Qingping frowned, Yang Ning secretly admired Qingping's various changes in expression, from the beginning of the frowning. With a thin anger on his face, to the concentration and seriousness when he meditated, and then to the joy after suddenly opening up. I just feel that every expression is so moving. Can't get enough of it anyway. However, he didn't mean to annoy Qingping, just because he knew Qingping's temperament. is the most smart and competitive, rather than telling her one by one, it is better to let her figure it out by herself, and she will be happier and happier.

Yang Ning and Qingping whispered here, in the shadows of the door of the middle hall, Zhou Yun was full of frost, and a pair of bright eyes stared closely at the two people who were fighting in the field, no, it should be said that staring at the man who claimed to be Shang Xin. It's also strange to say, this person Zhou Yun has obviously never seen it, no matter his body and appearance, he is very unfamiliar, and he has never had any impression of the swordsmanship he used, but somehow, the more she looks, the more she feels that she may know this person. The kind of calm and calm bearing, the kind of fighting style that is obviously at a disadvantage, but is calm and calm, forcing the opponent to be angry, are gradually combined with the figure in her memory that she will never forget, and even the subtle habit of his little finger when he pinched the sword trick with his left hand is also the same. But how is this possible, that person has already gone away, with his ability and temperament, appearance and talent, even if he can't fly, he shouldn't be so down.

In a trance, Zhou Yun seemed to have returned to ten years ago, when the two of them eloped together, and finally lived in seclusion in the countryside, he went to the field to farm, she learned to take care of the housework, although she either made the rice into a pot, or washed the clothes, but how happy those days were, even the martial arts were wasted, even now in retrospect, it is vivid. It's a pity that the two of them lived there for less than three months, so he went to the town to do goods under the pretext of going to the town, and he waited from noon to dusk, and the meals he had worked so hard to make were already cold, but he still didn't see him, and he never returned. At that time, she still suspected that he had an accident, and did not hesitate to risk revealing her identity to look around, but when she returned home exhausted, she found that the gold and silver that the two of them had brought with them when they eloped and the swordsmanship notebook that she had stolen from her father were gone. After that, the time was blank, and he only knew that it was half a year later when he came to his senses, and he had returned to Qingcheng. Qingcheng was secretive about the things of that half a year, but she knew in her heart that in addition to the negative person, she had lost the most precious thing in the world, a baby who was less than three months pregnant.

After rejecting Song Yunwu's proposal, Zhou Yun put on a Taoist robe, all her happiness in this life has been buried in that negative person, and she has been running around the rivers and lakes for many years, just to take revenge, but today she saw the enemy with her own eyes, but she didn't even have the courage to make a move, she could only stare blankly at the ugly face that had already been unrecognizable, and she could no longer find the handsome shadow of the past, and the remnant

legs, presumably he was one of the best among his disciples back then, and the hatred he was full of gradually faded unconsciously.

At this moment, Qiao Changling, who had been in vain for a long time, seemed to be a little impatient, and the sword momentum suddenly underwent subtle changes, although the sword moves were still those sword moves, it was still a sword stabbing at several heavy points, extremely powerful, but it was not the original elegant and chic, but added a bit of cruelty and weirdness, if the original sword momentum was like the wind and sea rain, although aggressive, but there was also a dignified bearing, the current sword momentum is more like a ghost from the Nine Shadows, Yin Qi. The performer man was immersed in the scene, and he could naturally feel that the power of Qiao Changling's swordsmanship had increased by three points, like mercury pouring into the ground, pervasive, a blunt sword gradually began to stagnation, and the defensive sword circle was compressed to the extreme. Although he didn't see blood, the coarse cloth clothes on his body were slashed by the sword qi, even people who didn't know much about martial arts, when they saw the appearance of the performer, they knew that the situation was definitely not good.

Zhou Yun didn't know whether he was sad or happy in his heart, and suddenly felt that it was best for that person to die under Qiao Changling's sword like this, so as not to bear to seek revenge against him, and suddenly felt that if that person wanted to die, he should also die under his own dust, and he was flustered. couldn't help but press on the dust handle of the cold snow dust, but at this moment, someone suddenly pulled the sleeves of her robe, and Zhou Yun was shocked in his heart. If it weren't for the fact that he felt that manpower was extremely small, he was about to make a move, and he looked sideways, but he didn't see anyone. When I looked down, I saw Man'er's frightened eyes, and I couldn't help but move in my heart.

Man'er waited anxiously in the nave. After Daddy went out, he was never seen again, and when he saw that no one else paid attention to him, he secretly ran out. Except for Qingping and Zhou Yun. The others were unfamiliar to her. At a glance, he saw Zhou Yun standing in front of the door, and remembered that this Dao aunt still wanted to take herself as an apprentice. So he came to ask her. She was still young and didn't notice the chill in Zhou Yun's eyes, and when she saw her lower her head, she raised her head and asked, "This aunt, do you think my father can defeat that person?"

Glimpsing the trust and dependence in Man'er's eyes, Zhou Yun felt that a heart seemed to have fallen to the bottom, yes, no matter how miserable the negative person was, he had already married a wife and had children, and even his daughter was so old, although he looked only seven or eight years old, but perhaps because of the wandering rivers and lakes, this child seemed smaller, so that if his unborn child lived to this day, he would be a year and a half older at most, presumably he was empathetic and left his own with this little girl's biological mother, right?

Suddenly, Zhou Yun had a wisp of evil thoughts in his heart, since the negative person killed his own child, it was better to repay his beloved daughter, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it should be so, and comforted him with a smile: "Don't worry, Man'er, your father will definitely win." The right hand has already left the dust handle, and slowly put it on the back of Man'er's neck, but he didn't start immediately, and secretly thought to himself, if the negative person is defeated, he will bring Man'er back to Qingcheng, tortured every day, so that he will not be at peace under Jiuquan, if the negative person wins, he will kill Man'er in front of him, so that he regrets not being at the beginning.

Qingping originally felt that although Yang Ning didn't say it explicitly, the implication was that Shang Xin should be able to win, but at this time, the situation had not yet reversed, so she couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and couldn't help but say: "If this one is defeated, even if you win a few battles in front, it will be useless." ”

Yang Ning understood that Qingping urged him to make a secret move, but he said: "About the "Yuan Gong Swordsmanship", I still have one more thing I haven't told you, in fact, the "Yuan Gong Swordsmanship" is essentially the assassin's swordsmanship, although the sword moves have long been lost, but there is a swordsmanship essence left in my Holy Gate. Don't you think that Qiao Changling's current swordsmanship is a little different from Fangcai, if I expect it well, presumably the ancestors of the Qiao family have changed the swordsmanship fragments they got from their own family identity, just in case, and saved the original appearance of the swordsmanship, but they refused to show it easily, in fact, the swordsmanship used by Qiao Changling now is similar to the "Yuan Gong Swordsmanship", obviously this is the original appearance of the Qiao family's swordsmanship. ”

Qingping was shocked when she heard this, and said hurriedly: "It's too bad, the original changed swordsmanship has been so powerful, and now that it has been replaced by the main master, isn't Mr. Shang lost." ”

Yang Ning said lightly: "On the contrary, Shang Xin's chances of winning were only five or six points, but now he has eight or nine points. The way of the sword, the first is in the heart, the second is in the person, the most in the sword, Qiao Changling is eager to win, anxious and frivolous, Shang Xin only seeks to be undefeated, the victory or defeat does not linger in the heart, this is the heart of the victory, Qiao Changling is usually high, he is a child of the family, but he uses the sword of the killer, Shang Xin has self-knowledge, these few tricks of the Yue Nu swordsmanship, I am afraid that he is figuring out in his sleep, this is a human victory, Yuan Gong's swordsmanship is not defeated by the Yue Nu swordsmanship, Shang Xin and the killer are not out, this is the sword win, there are three wins, I only said that he has eight or nine points of chance of winning, or too cautious. ”

What Yang Ning said has involved the truth of the sword, Qingping is just a glimpse of the door, although she has some understanding, but she can't fully understand, just hearing Yang Ning say that Shang Xin still has a killer, she can't help but show a look of surprise, Yang Ning knows it, and she doesn't wait for her to ask, so she replied: "I only said one thing, my sister understands, in fact, the real Yue female sword is not long, and the murder and blood splashing are only between the lightning and stone fire, everything in the world, the prosperity is extremely anti-decaying, and the same is true of martial arts, don't look at Qiao Changling's power now,

He's already at the end of his crossbow. Six moves at most, that's when he loses.

Qingping knew that Yang Ning had seen his achievements in martial arts, and when she heard this, she had no doubts, and looked at it intently, and sure enough, there was already a faint look of tiredness between Qiao Changling's eyebrows, but Shang Xin was also pale at this time, and he was afraid that the internal injuries had faintly attacked, but he didn't know if he could hold on to the time to turn defeat into victory, and saw Qiao Changling stabbing at Shang Xin's face with a sword obliquely. He secretly counted "one" in his heart.

Yang Ning was confident, only glanced at Shang Xin's sword gesture, and said in a low voice: "Finally use the Qingcheng sword technique, Cangsong welcomes guests." The words did not fall. I saw Shang Xin's blunt sword stabbing upward, this sword was graceful and elegant, it was the starting style of Qingcheng's "Songfeng Swordsmanship", Qingcheng was a famous and decent family. Naturally, this starting move will not be taken seriously, but it is just a false move. However, Shang Xin's timing of the sword was wonderful, facing the oncoming sword blade, and the two sword tips were opposite. If Qiao Changling's long sword falls off the trend, although it is a bit risky, it will also have the opportunity to take a city lightly. But Qiao Changling's choice was to cut straight with a horizontal sword. I want to take advantage of the sword. Cut off Shang Xin's blunt sword. The sword comparison has reached the point where it can only rely on the advantages of the blade, which shows that Qiao Changling is already unsustainable. Shang Xin saw it in his eyes, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the blunt sword was wielded, flowing freely, pointing at Qiao Changling's shoulders.

Before Song Yunwu's exclamation could reach his ears, Qingping had already heard Yang Ning whisper: "Guo Lao whips, then the next move should be to turn Li Zhucane." Sure enough, Qiao Changling had just returned his sword to block that move, and the blunt sword in Shang Xin's hand had already stabbed down towards Qiao Changling's dantian, and there was no trace between the changes and changes.

Qiao Changling had long been accustomed to Shang Xin's casual offensive, and he didn't expect him to suddenly use such a subtle swordsmanship, and he was a little hurried for a while, but after taking the third move, he stabilized his position, not only guarded extremely steadily, but also counterattacked with a sword, the snow light skyrocketed, and the seven vast sword shadows stabbed at the seven big points between Shang Xin's chest and abdomen at the same time, the extreme of "Yuan Gong Swordsmanship" is only one move and nine swords, and it is already very rare for him to be able to practice one move and seven swords.

This sword is very powerful, Shang Xin seems to be unable to dissolve, he fell backwards, it seems to be an iron plate bridge, but his body is very embarrassed, his back is almost close to the ground, Qiao Changling is not reasonable, the sword is turned around, stabbed downward, this sword is a little reluctant, just shrouded two or three acupoints, Shang Xin's waist twisted, like a swimming fish and slid out, the body is wonderful and lazy, but the blunt sword in his hand is obliquely picked up, this sword is very powerful, Qiao Changling can't dodge, helplessly the horizontal sword stops, the two swords hit each other, and there was a cracking sound.

Song Yunwu exclaimed and forcibly held back, but when he saw this, his face was already full of shock, this move is called Immortal Gu Drunken Lying, and the previous two moves are "Qingcheng Eight Immortal Swords" The sword moves inside, coupled with the previous trick Cangsong to welcome guests, this entertainer man has used four Qingcheng swordsmanship in succession, and each move is far-reaching, full of intentions, obviously not stealing, even if it is himself, it is difficult to compare with him in terms of swordsmanship, but he can't think of any relationship between this man and Qingcheng anyway, and he can't help but have an ominous premonition in his heart.

Qiao Changling has a sharp sword in his hand, but Shang Xin only has a blunt sword, so that move Immortal Gu is drunk and lying, although Shang Xin has the upper hand, forcing Qiao Changling to collect the sword and block it, but the two swords are connected, Qiao Changling's sword is just a hole, and the blunt sword in Shang Xin's hand is only half of it. Qiao Changling was overjoyed in his heart, and stabbed a sword at Shang Xin, who was standing up straight, the angle and direction were unscrupulous, and he had obviously decided to end the battle with this sword. Qiao Changlingdi's reaction was very strange, his body turned over, and he turned his back, but the blunt sword protected the vest, this is the move of Dongbin carrying the sword in "Eight Immortal Swords", which was originally an excellent defensive position, but Shang Xin used it here to be a little big, after all, "Yuan Gong Swordsmanship" is pervasive, and the blunt sword is only half of the sword body.

Sure enough, Qiao Changling's sword only changed the angle slightly, and then continued to stab Shang Xin's unguarded back, seeing that Shang Xin was about to die under Qiao Changling's sword, Yang Ning smiled slightly, and said in an appreciative tone: "Look back." ”

When Yang Ning said the first word, Shang Xin had already abandoned the blunt sword in his hand, and when he said the second word, Shang Xin had already turned around when he couldn't make a move, and a cold light flashed, and when Yang Ning said the fourth word, Shang Xin had already retreated, and at this time, Qingping had already counted to the sixth move, and when he looked around, he saw that Qiao Changling's chest was oozing blood, and his expression was stunned, Shang Xin's face was pale, and there was no blood at all, but he was holding a short sword with a dazzling cold light in his hand, but it turned out that the blunt sword was just a scabbard, and there was a short sword that was not more than a foot long, Shang Xin set up ambushes layer by layer, and finally won the game。

Before Qingping could announce the victory, Zhou Yun suddenly shouted in a terrible voice: "Gu Yunqiu, I want you to pay for your blood debt." Shang Xin looked back in shock, only to see Man'er fall softly in the crook of Zhou Yun's arm, he had already thought that Zhou Yun would recognize his identity, but he never expected her to shoot at Man'er, his heart was like a knife, his throat was sweet, and blood was gushing, but he didn't want Zhou Yun to see it, he turned his head and secretly spit blood into his sleeve, so he endured his grief and smiled bitterly: "Ah, I haven't seen you for ten years, are you okay?"