The candles were bright, the wind was bustling, Zhang Zheng was stupid, he didn't notice that Qiudian on the bed had woken up, and he didn't realize until there was some movement in his ears, and he closed the "Cave Xuan True Solution" with his hand, and turned his head to face Qiudian's eyes, as if he had never seen this kind of look on her body, empty, like a distant dark night sky, and he couldn't see any point of light.

He felt inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart, but it didn't show it on his face, he said softly: "Don't worry, I will help you find out what happened back then." ”

"Hmm" Qiudian responded, she didn't speak, she thought she had seen it, but now she realized that she had never walked out of the circle of hatred, but had been wandering and avoiding. A Li Qiankun ruined half of her life, she didn't dare to think about how huge and terrifying the power of the people who really destroyed the Chen family.

Zhang Zheng was silent, he didn't know what to say, how to comfort her, at this moment, Zhang Zheng began to hate Qingfengzi, a Taoist priest, who had nothing to say so much and do anything, even if he had to say no in private.

For seven days in a row, Qiudian was depressed, staying in the room every day, not knowing what he was thinking, he just thought of some ways to relieve her every day, but it was useless. The only gain in these seven days was to completely refine Li Qiankun's internal strength and restore it to the strength of its peak.

On this day, Zhang Zheng was drinking tea and enjoying the scenery in the quiet place in the museum, relieving the depression in his heart, he was holding the "Cave Xuan True Solution" in his hand, and muttered softly word by word, this page is the explanation of the martial arts Jindan.

There is a cloud in the Tao: "When I swallow a golden pill in my stomach, I know that my life is not up to heaven." ”

This is the Taoist golden pill, condense the essence and spirit as one, the golden pill is the thing of life, life and death, condensed into the golden pill, you can rebel against the congenital, can be called the land true immortal.

It's just that Taoism has been passed down for thousands of years, but there are not many people who have really cultivated Jindan, and each of them is a figure who has become an ancestor and is a leader.

The martial arts golden pill is different from the Taoist golden pill, which belongs to the art of the inner dan, with qi and blood as the furnace, with the meaning as the hammer, and the true qi as the fire, after cultivation, it has great power.

In other worlds, the path ahead of martial arts is broken, and the innate limit is the pinnacle of existence, but in this world, innate is just the starting point of martial arts.

Only in this world can he reach the top.

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The breeze is gently caressing, and the sun is shining. The spring light of March dyed into the courtyard, the clear water rippled for a long time, the green buds swallowed, and the willow branches swayed.

A samurai with a sword on his back wrapped in a black night robe suddenly stepped into the small courtyard, came straight to Zhang Zheng, and said half-kneeling: "Mr. Qiyu, according to the news from the eyeliner planted in the city, more than ten unfamiliar faces appeared at the station of the Beishan Sword Gate this morning, and three of them belonged to the innate martial artists. ”

"Find out where these people came from. He asked softly, and the sword-backed warrior replied, "Judging by the costumes and other circumstances, they should be from the upper echelons of the Beishan Sword Sect. ”

"Is there any movement between the Qingshan Chamber of Commerce and the Northern Regions Bazhai?" he asked again.

"There has been no change yet. ”

"Send more people to monitor the three forces, I want to know all about them. Putting away the true solution, Zhang Zheng said in a cold voice, his hand unconsciously rested on the long knife at his waist, his eyes closed slightly, and the samurai with the back sword next to him received the order, and immediately retreated and began to do things. In the empty courtyard, he was the only one sitting, bowing his head and closing his eyes, like a sculpture.

After a while, he opened his eyes, and just like that, he strode out of the Red Flower Pavilion with the long knife on his shoulder.

He decided to personally go and meet these high-level leaders of the Beishan Sword Gate for a while, it was best to solve it peacefully, if not, he had to let the Beishan Sword Gate completely disappear in Tianxue City.

As for calculating with each other, intrigue and the like, that is only under the premise that the strength of the two sides is equal, and now that Dong Xuan is not out, he is fearless, and he will naturally not be afraid if he has the strength to crush.

If it's good to talk about, it's easy to talk, and if it's not good to talk about it, it's okay

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The station of the Beishan Sword Gate is in the northwest of Tianxue City, a connected mansion, and there are strong black-clothed warriors guarding the door, obviously they didn't expect that they had been exposed, let alone that Zhang Zheng would come to the door in person.

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"Boom" There was a loud bang, the gate was torn apart, turned into countless fragments and scattered, the smoke and dust were filled, and two figures fell to a place three or four feet away, motionless, life and death were unknown, but it was a samurai guarding the door, and the appearance was extremely miserable.

The loud noise soon alarmed the people of the Beishan Sword Gate inside, and twenty or thirty men rushed out with long swords, and when they saw the people standing at the door, none of them dared to step forward, and they all froze, not daring to go up or retreat.

Being knocked on the door by others should have been an undying shame, but they also knew that the person in front of them was a lawless lord.

"What are you afraid of, the elders of the sect are here, and today there will be no return for this demon. As soon as the man finished speaking, he was torn in half by a knife qi and cut in half, and it was like a rain of blood in the sky, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"This is the hospitality of the Beishan Sword Gate?" Zhang Zheng said softly, his eyes did not look at these people, but looked at the backyard, and he invisibly felt a majestic sword intent, if nothing else, the owner of this sword intent should be the "elder" in their mouths.

It was this step, but the people in front of him were silent, no one dared to speak and scold, the lessons of the previous car were there, no one wanted to die for no reason, at this moment, they could only hope that those masters from the door would arrive soon.

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He didn't make a move, and when he took this step, he stood still.

"Adversary, stop it, this is not the place where you can be presumptuous. ”

After three breaths, a thunderous shout suddenly sounded in his ears, and he could feel that this hidden sword intent suddenly became violent, and then released without reservation, the terrifying sword intent filled the void, the sharper the qi, and the faint sword light flowed.

Immediately after, the Heavenly Sword Intent fell violently, and an invisible sword slashed down from the void, pointing directly at Zhang Zheng's eyebrows, and the air swelled, giving birth to a violent wind out of thin air.

The sword intent flowed, generating sword qi by itself, and dozens of sword qi slashed down, sealing Zhang Zheng's front and back.

Such a method can be called weird, and it is enough to see that the cultivation of human kendo is very high.

The others were already frightened, and they stood there one by one, with a look of horror in their eyes.

Summer insects can't talk about ice

Zhang Zheng chuckled, he noticed that there were seven people coming from the backyard, and the front one was a half-hundred-year-old man with white hair, with a ruddy complexion, like a strong iron sword all over his body, not seeing the slightest bit of old age, his eyes were like sharp sword light, Zhang Zheng and the old man looked at each other for a moment, and there was a slight pain in his eyes.

The old man was followed by three young swordsmen, all of whom were in the innate realm, while the other three were more like sword boys, with swords on their backs, and each holding a simple iron sword in his hand.

Every time the old man took a step, the sword intent in the void became stronger, and the sword qi became more and more sharp, and the slightest sword qi permeated, cutting out dense cracks on the ground of the bluestone slab.

"Who are you, why did you force your way into the Beishan Sword Gate station?" After three steps, the old man stopped, his eyes swelled, and he stared straight at Zhang Zheng and shouted.

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"Elder, he is the one you are looking for, and the Lord is dead at his hands. The person on the side whispered, and then threw a gloating look at Zhang Zheng.

"Just sword intent, what is there to show off. He chuckled, his right hand outstretched, pointed in front of him and formed a sword, slowly stabbing towards the invisible long sword that fell above.

There wasn't any fluctuating stab, not even the slightest bit of internal force winding.

Under the stab, the smoke dissipated, and the sword finger passed, and the invisible long sword transformed by the old man's sword intent was pierced, the sword qi was suddenly shattered, and the space within a radius of ten zhang tended to be calm.

The old man frowned, because no matter how much he urged the sword intent, it had no effect, it was like there was a protective wall that isolated the young man in white.