Qingjin went down to Huashan, did not dare to delay, all the way to the horse, Xiaoxing overnight, less than ten days, rushed to the territory of Fujian Province!

Fuwei Dart Bureau is very famous in Fuzhou City, and Qingjin inquired a little and found the land. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The General Administration is located in a five-entry mansion, Qingjin looked at the dart flag fluttering in the wind, and the Fuwei Dart Bureau had a few words of iron hook and silver stroke, so not majestic, but he didn't know that the catastrophe was coming!

Qing Jin saw that people came and went in the dart bureau, a lively scene, he knew that the Qingcheng faction had not yet started, he first found an inn to settle down, and then secretly went to the Fuwei dart bureau to investigate, everything was normal inside, only to see that on the martial arts field, an eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man in brocade clothes, beautiful and delicate, jade face and red lips, was competing with everyone in martial arts, thinking that it was Lin Pingzhi.

The man who fought with him was a man dressed in a short costume, with a big waist and a round waist, and a set of Taizu's long punches was vigorous, but it seemed that he was obviously releasing water, and he could hit Lin Pingzhi several times, but they were all staggered.

Lin Pingzhi was unconscious, a set of ancestral palms were also quite proficient, the two rolled over and rolled over twenty or thirty moves, Lin Pingzhi's forehead had seen a slight trace of sweat, and suddenly saw him bully straight forward, his left hand struck out, not waiting for the move to make him old, and his right hand pierced out from under his left hand, which was a move in the palm of the sky.

The big man couldn't dodge, he was hit by a palm, and he took two steps back before he stood firm, but he was not injured, he hurriedly smiled and said: "Thank you for the mercy of the young dart's subordinates, the young dart's hand has made it more and more exquisite, and my old Zheng is convinced!"

There was also an uproar of applause around, Lin Pingzhi's face was full of joy, and he laughed: "Zheng Darttou is polite, your Taizu Long Fist is also quite hot, I was almost hit by it a few times, let's give each other each other!"

Qing Jin didn't feel strange when he saw it, Lin Pingzhi was a young dart head, and it was normal for everyone to let him. It is said that his nature is not bad, but he is held by people all day long, and he can't help but be a little arrogant!

It's just that from this point of view, it probably won't happen that the son of Yu Canghai died at his hands.

I don't know how this Yuguan Lord will act without this reason, whether it is blatant and under the banner of avenging the teacher, or whether it is a covert and assassin.

Although Qing Jin will not directly find Yu Canghai's stubble with a sense of justice, if he encounters this matter, he will still take care of it, and the most urgent thing for him at the moment is to find the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits.

Whether it is destroyed or a hidden place to be buried, as long as it does not appear on the rivers and lakes, the purpose of Qingjin has been achieved!

The scale of Fuzhou is not small, the streets are vertical and horizontal, the harbor roads are dense, and the Lin family's old house is located in Xiangyang Port.

Speaking of today's Fuzhou City, it is also surging, although the Qingcheng faction is low-key, but it can't hide the ears and eyes of the various factions in the rivers and lakes, that is, they are targeting the Fuwei Dart Bureau this time, and people with a heart can also guess one or two, and it is impossible to say that Fuzhou is now full of spies from various factions. Anything about the Fuwei Dart Game may attract prying eyes.

Although Qing Jin was not afraid of these people, he didn't want to reveal his identity and implicate the Huashan faction, he didn't want Huashan to have anything to do with the evil sword spectrum.

Fortunately, the name of the Fuwei Dart Bureau is big enough, Qing Jin did not go to those teahouses and wine shops where the three religions and nine streams gathered, and specifically asked some older people to ask, Qing Jin traveled south and north in his previous life, but he could also understand the Fujian dialect.

After most of the day's work, I finally inquired about the location of Xiangyang Port!

Qing Jin returned to the inn, waited until midnight, put on a night suit, and got up quietly. He opened the window, and a harrier rolled over, and out of the window, hooked his feet on the edge of the window, and gently flipped over, and landed silently on the eaves of the inn.

Glancing around, he didn't find any traces, and the "ladder to the sky" was used, and he flew up in an instant on his toes.

Under the faint moonlight, I saw a black shadow floating in Fuzhou City, as fast as flying, and disappeared in a flash. If someone sees it, it is not a mountain ghost and a night ghost, and they will think that they are dazzled!

Qing Jin followed the path he had memorized during the day, and when he came across a small port that turned left and right, he flew up to the head of the house and walked around.

Walking to the side of a stone bridge, a small port is revealed, Qing Jin knows that this is where Xiangyang Port is, a few steps along the small port, a white wall and pink tile two-way courtyard comes into view, Qing Jin listened carefully, there is no abnormal movement around, the toes are light, and the fluttering body flies in.

Although this courtyard is old, it is also clean and tidy, and it seems that the Lin family also sends people to clean it from time to time.

Qing Jin searched around in the front yard, did not see where the Buddha Hall was, flew into the backyard, and suddenly smelled a faint smell of incense at the end of his nose, Qing Jin followed the fragrance, and sure enough, he found the Buddha Hall, but the door was locked.

Qing Jin found the window, opened it and turned inside, the Buddhist hall was empty, and an offering table was placed in front of it, on which were placed incense burners, wooden fish, bell chimes, and a stack of Buddhist scriptures.

By the faint moonlight, Qing Jin saw that in the center of the Buddha hall, there was a painting of ink painting, which painted a portrait of Bodhidharma facing the wall for nine years.

Qing Jin saw that the old ancestor of Nadharma had his left hand behind, and his right index finger pointed to the roof, and after a little identification, he knew that the sword technique of warding off evil was hidden under a piece of dust.

Qingjin tapped his toes, flew up, gathered his right hand, leaned over and grabbed it, and sure enough, he grabbed a soft piece of clothing in his hand. With a cloud of dust and dirt falling, it was the robe with the sword spectrum written on it.

This robe that records the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits is only a red coat, thin and soft, and woven with fine silk!

Thinking that when Lin Yuantu was sent to Huashan by the Red Leaf Zen Master, he had no long things, and after discussing with Yue Su and Cai Zifeng every day, in order not to forget, and for the sake of confidentiality, he would record his own feelings and experiences on the robe, so that he had this sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits.

It's just that after he left the South Shaolin, he used the seventy-two ways to ward off evil swordsmanship across the martial arts, shocked the rivers and lakes, and later founded the Fuwei Dart Bureau, and when he was old, he specially opened up this Buddhist hall, and knocked on the wooden fish in this gloomy Buddhist hall to chant the scriptures, which shows that his state of mind in his later years can be really lonely and desolate.

I don't know if I repented of the killing karma of my life here, or I remembered the days when I became a monk in Southern Shaolin, or I regretted that I had cultivated the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits.

But judging from what Lin Yuantu has done in his life, he has not embarked on an evil path, I don't know if it is because he participated in Zen and realized Buddha in his early years, and his heart is not good, or the swordsmanship of warding off evil is not as evil as the Sunflower Treasure Book!

But from the fact that he did not pass down the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits, but hid it secretly, and left the ancestral training that the descendants of the Lin family were not allowed to look at the relics of the ancestral house.

But judging from the fact that he hid but did not destroy, and set up this ancestral teaching, I am afraid that there is still a layer of intention, may be worried that future generations will encounter a catastrophe, and then there is no choice, think of this ancestral teaching, go to look at it, if you find the evil sword method, willing to be ruthless to learn this set of quick martial arts, maybe you can fight this, avoid a catastrophe.

It's just that this is all Qingjin's conjecture, and what Lin Yuantu thought back then, it's hard to know now!

Qing Jin saw that it was densely covered with small characters, and the light in the house was dim, so he didn't look closely, cleaned up the dirt in the house, and covered up the roof so as not to arouse suspicion, so he flew out of the window, listened carefully to the people around, looked for the direction, and hurried all the way towards the inn.