Chapter Twenty-Six, Mo Qingchi's Sword

As soon as the killing intent appeared, Mo Qingchi still noticed that it was an extremely cold killing intent, an extremely cold killing intent. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

If ordinary people encounter this kind of thing, they may have panicked, or they may have calmed down, drawn their swords, or turned around and fled, but Mo Qingchi did not do what ordinary people would do, he sat in a wheelchair as steady as Mount Tai, his face was filled with a very bright and warm smile, looking at the hand in front of him who was still holding the sword with a Goryeo style, there was no fear or jealousy in his eyes, but a touch of appreciation flashed.

He sat quietly in his wheelchair and looked at the woman in front of him who was graceful enough to make any man in the world feel fascinated, and sighed softly: "The world recognizes that there are three great masters today: Ning Daoqi, a scattered person in Middle Earth, Bi Xuan, a Turkic martial artist, It is said that Master Fu's most famous martial arts is the sword game and the Nine Xuan Dafa, but unfortunately this method is only three of his disciples who sit down to learn it, and today I am fortunate to be able to foresee Master Fu's disciples, I don't know if I am fortunate enough to see Master Fu's sword skills and the Nine Xuan Dafa?"

Fu Junwu's expression changed slightly, she held the sword in her hand, stared coldly at the young man in a wheelchair in front of her, and said, "You really want to see it?"

Mo Qingchi smiled, he shrugged his shoulders, and sighed helplessly: "Did I say that I didn't want to see Miss Fu and let me see the sword art and the Nine Xuan Dafa? ”

Fu Junwu didn't say anything about this, as if she acquiesced to this sentence, in fact, she couldn't help but acquiesce to this sentence, in her opinion, the man in front of her could be regarded as having insight into all her secrets, and it seemed that anything she had done since entering Middle-earth had not escaped this person's ears and eyes.

There is such a person, and this person is still a person with bad intentions for the Yang Gong treasure under her control, so isn't he shackled step by step in the future? Both she and Mo Qingchi know very well that after the two people treat each other honestly, there will only be two results: one draws the sword and the other cooperates.

And now Fu Junwu seems to have decided to choose the former for the time being.

Sen Leng's killing intent has filled this courtyard, and the flowers and green grass in the courtyard seem to be suddenly filled with invisible but not intangible, killing intent, but Mo Qingchi doesn't seem to feel it, he slowly stood up, and didn't seem to pay attention or care about Fu Junwu, who had already held Fu Cailin's personal sword, he stood up very naturally and casually, and his face became even paler the moment he stood up, but there was still no fear on his face, he still looked at the woman in front of him with a smile, and said: " I haven't drawn my sword for many years, and I don't have it with me, so can I take my sword? He said this, looking at the woman in front of him with a hint of hesitation, he immediately sat down again, and said: "But I am really a little inconvenient with my hands and feet, and the girl is not a person who likes to take advantage, so it is better to bother the girl to get a sword for me, and the sword is in the hall of the house." ”

Fu Junwu took a deep look at the wise man in front of her, she didn't say anything, and went directly back to the Jingshe to take down the sword for Mo Qingchi.

This is a sword of very fine workmanship and excellent materials, and although it is not a divine weapon, it can still sharpen iron like clay.

On the way, Fu Junwu didn't pull out the sword, but she could basically sense the general appearance of the sword when she held the sword, she was really a little strange that this sword was not a murderous sword, he didn't feel a little murderous from this sword, and there was no murderous aura on a sword that didn't kill.

This is something that ordinary people can't feel, but a clever swordsman like Fu Junwu, this kind of martial artist who has killed people can feel that the sword that Mo Qingchi asked her to bring is indeed a new sword, at least a sword that has never killed anyone.

Now Mo Qingchi already has a sword in his hand, the sword that his person has already held, and his eyes are also looking at the sword in his hand.

The sword was drawn an inch, and a cold light flashed in the air.

At this moment, Fu Junwu found that there was an indescribable change in Mo Qingchi's whole body, and at this moment, the Mo Qingchi holding the sword seemed to have turned into the Mo Qingchi he had seen three days ago, and the Mo Qingchi that exuded the temperament of a swordsman all over his body.

At this moment, no matter who she was, she believed that even if his mentor came, she would definitely think that the person in front of her was a super swordsman, not a weak scholar, but before just now, she obviously felt that this person was a weak scholar.

An impossible thing happened at this time, and it was very unbelievable......

- Although the facts are already in front of him, he really can't imagine that a person will change so much because of a sword, as if he has become a person in an instant, but the truth is this, even if he doesn't want to believe it, he can't believe it, but he can't help it.

May 18.

Xiong Batian didn't follow Mo Qingchi's side, it wasn't that he didn't have time to follow Mo Qingchi's side, but Mo Qingchi didn't want him to follow him, Mo Qingchi wanted to meet someone, to see a woman named Fu Junwu, he definitely didn't want anyone to disturb him.

In fact, it has been two days since he left Mo Qingchi, and in the past two days, he has either wandered in the teahouse or secretly run to the Haisha Gang from time to time, in the eyes of the Haisha Gang, it seems that he has been recruited by the new leader of the Haisha Gang, but in fact this is not the case.

He will only listen to one person's words in his life, this person cannot be You Qiufeng, it can only be Mo Qingchi, if Mo Qingchi no longer needs him, then he will continue to do the business of buying pork in a small county.

He really had nowhere to go, so he looked for You Qiufeng, looking for this woman he hadn't hated all along, and even heard from Mo Qingchi's mouth that You Qiufeng admired very much.

These two days are really very idle, and what about Wan Wan? Is Wan Wan the same these two days? Yes, Wan Wan has been the same for the past two days, and she has not stayed by Mo Qingchi's side at all in the past two days, but she needs to do much more than Xiong Batian, so she is not idle.

She went to see her sister Bai Qing'er one after another. Uncle Bi Shouxuan and Yanni Changzhen of the Iron Riding Club, there are some things that she has always needed to deal with but she has not had time to deal with, she can finally deal with these things in the past two days, and even in the past two days, he has written a secret letter to Fu Gongyou, the second leader of the Jianghuai Army.

In the past two years, Master Zhu Yuyan has gradually put some of the things in her hands into her hands, so she needs more than just martial arts, especially after she stays by Mo Qingchi's side, she, the heir of the Yin Sect, is not just going to compete with the heir of Cihang Jingzhai.

Just met with Bai Qing'er and shared a matter in the Jianghu court, just as she was about to leave, a disciple of the Yin Sect sent a message: A woman has visited Mr. Mo.

Wan Wan was already about to get up, but when she heard this, she sat down in the wing room again, her hands holding her chin and looking at the two voices in the courtyard where she lived, she could still see the two voices in the courtyard where she lived, and muttered to herself: "Demon Fu, Demon Fu, what kind of means will you use this time?" She was not worried about whether Mo Qingchi could get Yang Gong's treasure from Fu Jun's hand, it seemed that this matter had become a foregone conclusion since Fu Jun's walk into the house, and now she was curious about what means Mo Qingchi would use to get what she wanted.

- No one in the world can guess Mo Qingchi's thoughts, not even Mo Qingchi himself.

Mo Qingchi already held the sword in his hand, although he was still sitting in a wheelchair, but his temperament had changed, anyone should be able to see that Mo Qingchi was no longer the Mo Qingchi of the past, Fu Junwu could also see that her eyes even showed a solemn look, and she seemed to have forgotten that the young man holding the sword in front of her was actually an extremely weak person before holding the sword.

Mo Qingchi said: "Please." He held the sword in his hand and nodded at Fu Junwu.

There are many meanings, but at this moment, please have only one meaning, and that is to draw your sword.

Fu Junwu didn't draw her sword, she frowned, and even showed anger between her eyebrows, why was she angry? Is it because of Mo Qingchi's invitation?

Naturally not, Fu Junwu's eyes looked at Mo Qingchi, to be precise, staring at Mo Qingchi's wheelchair, she stared at Mo Qingchi for a long time, Mo Qingchi's hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword, as if waiting for her to draw the sword at any time.

Finally, I don't know how long this confrontation lasted, Fu Junwu finally couldn't help but speak, she said, "You sit in a wheelchair and draw a sword?"

Isn't it a contempt for a swordsman to draw a sword from a wheelchair?

Mo Qingchi was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand what Fu Junwu meant, but he quickly understood, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a wry smile, but he still didn't get up, he looked at the outstanding woman in front of him, and explained: "If someone sits in front of me and draws a sword, I will be angry, but I can only sit in front of you and draw a sword." ”

Fu Junwu's face did not change, but her voice became colder, and she asked, "Why?"

Mo Qingchi said: "Because now I can only draw my sword in a wheelchair." He saw Fu Junwu's somewhat ignorant look, and continued to explain: "With my current physical endurance, if I stand up, I'm afraid I won't be able to swing the sword, I can only sit in a wheelchair, and with the support of the wheelchair, it is possible to swing a sword." ”

There was no expression on his face, looking at Fu Junwu, whose face had not changed, but there was already a look of emotion and admiration in his eyes, he said in the same tone as before: "Please." ”

The meaning of this invitation is naturally exactly the same as the meaning of that invitation, and it is natural to draw the sword.

This time, Fu Junwu didn't ask anything more, her hand had already grasped the sword, but she didn't draw it.

She knew that there was a great opportunity to get rid of this person, but in the face of such a swordsman, she was a little helpless to draw her sword.

Her sword was in a sheath.

But the sword and the scabbard seemed to be connected together, no matter how hard she tried, it seemed that she couldn't pull out the sword, she looked at the swordsman in front of her who was sitting in a wheelchair, but her body was sitting straight, and she was holding the sword in her hand.

Draw the sword, but the sword is still difficult to pull out.

Mo Qingchi had no expression on his face, he seemed to have entered the state of a swordsman, just looked at the opponent in front of him coldly, waiting for the opponent in front of him to draw his sword.

The sword was in the sheath, and he did not draw it, he was waiting for his opponent to draw it. (To be continued.) )