Chapter II

The Autumn Sound Sword of the Lake Sound School. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The enemy is a master of sword training to the fifth vein

Same as father.

But it was the man's retinue.

He wants revenge.

So he took the cold moon stone map that his father gave him and hid in the dark cave.

No one could see him.

Because of where he is.

Dark enough.

Splendid alone recalls everything before.

The swordsmanship of the Husheng faction sounds the least like the masters of the rivers and lakes.

The dynamics and skill in it don't sound surprising either.

But it sounds good.

For the first time, Jinxiu found that the sound of sword moves was comparable to the sound of a piano. Turning a sword into a great musical instrument is true.

It's so beautiful that the mind is confused.

It's like a hallucination.

The splendid sword doesn't produce that psychedelic sound.

His internal strength is not as good as that of the man who killed his father.

He hated his sword, and if his swordsmanship could be a little better, he might be able to train his internal strength to the fifth vein or more. However, he is only in one vein.

The most pitiful vein.

Seven years, listening to countless sword sounds.

He played countless songs with his father.

He practiced the most powerful swordsmanship and the wind swordsmanship.

But he couldn't be stronger.

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His internal strength was cultivated by one of the moves in his father's Fufeng Sword Technique.

The wind passed without a shadow.

The only good sword he practiced.

His father also praised him, saying that even he couldn't practice so well.

My father always said that he was a little worse off in the wind and rain.

The trick of the Fufeng Sword Technique is infinitely beautiful, but it can't be practiced well.

So he's still in the same vein.

My father said that when he was fourteen years old, his internal strength would rise very quickly. By his age, he must be stronger than him.

However, Jinxiu was only fourteen years old when his father died.

Not from the Cold Moon Stone map, which is said to record the location of a peerless treasure.

He knew that his father was not for the baby, but for his mother.

He could hear the sound of his fingertips grinding against the surface.

The voices converged into a man whose father told him that it was his mother.

Mother, you can hear it.

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In the darkness she caressed the picture, like his father.

He drew his father's face on the picture. And the mother is drawn.

He's an orphan,

He was only fourteen years old.

He didn't understand why the songs of the rivers and lakes made people sad and sad.

He wants to use his sword to fight others to the death.

It is said that sword training in combat requires more and faster internal force than usual sword training.

He was just born, and it is said that his father is only a master of the three veins in the rivers and lakes.

When my father died, he was already at the top of the rivers and lakes.

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On May 16, only a day had passed since my father's death, but it seemed like a long time had passed. It was so long that the sound was still.

There is no difference between late and early weather.

for the blind cannot see.

Jinxiu is blind, and hides in a cold hole.

When he felt cold, it was night.

Although during the day when my father died it was colder than at night.

Only the blood is hot.

Of course, he knew how he had escaped, and the peerless Husheng Sect sword technique had played the Moon of Death.

He heard his father say that the Lord of the Sound of the Lake was coming, that was a legendary figure in the rivers and lakes, higher than the master, and it was said that he had seven veins of martial arts.

My father once said that even if he was a master of the six veins, he would not be afraid.

Jinxiu didn't die, because the other party didn't come to seize the treasure map, nor did he come to kill himself.

It's just that he wants to take his father's life.

And the father can only beg for death, because he can't survive.

And he could only hide in the hole.

Like a mouse.

Biting the picture.

Yes, Jinxiu is chewing on this picture, this picture that is said to hide the great treasure, this picture that is said to hide the great secret.

No one can crack this picture.

Countless people have used fire, water, crystal glasses to magnify a hundred times, analyzed lines, inspected interlayers, and all wisdom has been used.

Jinxiu is eating it.

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Punch, the taste is extremely rushed.

It's not just the taste in your mouth.

And the taste in the nose.

It's as if taste and smell are mixed and intertwined.

That picture seems to be a peerless poison.

Both the tip of the nose and the nostrils secrete strange fluid.

Tears also fell.

Splendid in the cave painfully plagued the surrounding dirt.

I want to stick my head in.

It's like there's a thousand flavors drilling into your nose.

The taste of yourself, the smell of the earth, the taste of the painting. The smell of insects, the smell of groundwater. He could make out everything he could smell in the cave.

The information swirled and drilled into his head.

The head looks like it's going to explode.

His brain was not receiving any visual information at this time, and his hearing sense of exercise for a long time blocked all information. His tongue seemed to be numb, and his brain didn't process the information.

His brain was analyzing the sense of smell.

Fortunately, there are relatively few types of scents in this cave, and many of them are from him. That's why his brain didn't function like an idiot.

Even after a simple inhalation of air, he didn't know how long he had passed.

He held his breath and stayed for a long time before he understood the change.

Finally he barely got used to it.

He breathed extremely carefully, trying to get used to it.

Wisps of smell fluctuations also made him feel that his nose was no longer his own.

However, his nose seemed to have found something out of nowhere.

He couldn't smell anything else.

Tears flowed from Jinxiu's eyes.

He howled uncontrollably.

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He doesn't know how others are.

All he knew was that his world was full of conversations between his father and him. Every sound my father made was more important than the lively and fresh sounds and smells of the bazaar.

He was blind, and he often fell asleep with his father in his arms. He used to lie on his father's back and listen to him and his enemies play music. He was too familiar with everything about his father.

He cried until the tears were almost gone. He didn't know what to do next, although his father taught him everything. But he still didn't know what to do.

The smell in his nose seemed to envelop his father again.

Let him experience the taste of heartbreak again.

He felt that it was another joke from heaven.

Do you make me understand? or do you make me not understand?

He finally stopped sniffing his father desperately.

The smell is like tears, there is always a time when you have to run out. He didn't want to leave it clean all at once.

He gathered all his father's flavors in his hands, very gently.

The jar was put into a small bottle, and the finest clay was twisted out with saliva, sealing the bottle until he was sure that it would not leak a trace again.

Finally he collapsed exhausted in a hole in the ground. Fall asleep.